When a soft ballad echoes throughout the whole ballroom, you stay unfazed in your seat— frozen in place. You’re distracted when you see a hand reaching out to you in your peripheral.

Yuji extends his hand out, cocking his head to the direction of the dance floor. You know what he means. “I know that we’re not together anymore, but can we at least have our first and last dance?” his face was placid, but his eyes are pleading you to say yes.