Since the prom was announced, it may be difficult for you to find a date for the dance. You're not one for socializing, and the person you're interested in already has a partner.

You don't know how it happened, but from one moment to the next, you found yourself like Blade's dance partner, the same young man who is said to be a front and someone with a false identity. But what does it matter?

You'd seen him at the sword club once, training. And he won the trophy in that same training session.

Now you're dancing with him, you see the person you like so much dancing with someone else, and your heart sinks. Until a low voice breaks you out of your trance.

—"Aren't you supposed to look at me?"

Blade commented, but he, in turn, looked at you intensely, as if giving you the privilege of being just you that night. While he held you securely and danced with you.