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It’s been one month since Shirogane Tsumugi, student president of class 79, decided that there would be a high school prom taking place this year! Even if this idea came from a light novel that she’s been obsessed with, the event has gotten the whole class excited. Shirogane debriefed everyone on typical Western traditions when it comes to school dances, too. Of course, in those traditions, it was mentioned that people will often ask a partner to go with them, romantically or platonically. Usually romantically.
So, the whole class had to deal with Momota panicking over how to ask Harukawa to their prom. It was a mess, with relentless teasing from Ouma and Iruma. (In the end, Harukawa confronted him: “Are you going to ask me or not? You look like you’re going to explode.” She said yes! Which, of course, also led to the whole class having to deal with Momota bragging about the first one to get a date).
From there, Chabashira asked Yumeno, who agreed. Though, the magician is still completely unaware of its romantic implications.
Two days after that, Iruma made a big show out of asking K1-B0 to the dance. It was… well, her style.
And now… two weeks until the dance, and Saihara is struggling over how to ask his person to dance. He picks at his cafeteria food, which doesn’t seem very appetizing to him right now. Momota – who sits across from the detective, and next to the assassin – speaks up first.
“Yo! What’s up with you, man?”
Saihara pauses. He somehow didn’t expect either of them to pick up of his mood, which, frankly, was just wishful thinking. “Um. Nothing, really. Just thinking.” He trails off.
“...Seriously? You don’t need to hesitate to talk to us! Spit it out, dude!!”
Harukawa just sighs, so… Saihara starts quietly, “Okay, okay. Um. I… want to ask someone to the dance, and I’m just… mulling over how to do it. Nothing big.”
“Nothing big!?! That is nothing to worry over! Just go for it, man!”
“Says you,” Harukawa says with only a little bite to her words. Becoming friends with Momota and Saihara has allowed her social skills to grow a bit.
“Hey!” Kaito huffs, fragile masculinity or whatever, “Anyway! If this is about who I think it is,” he smirks, “then you’ve totally got it! I believe in you, Shuichi!”
Harukawa nods, silently showing her support. Saihara smiles at the encouragement from his friends.
“Ah.. um, okay. If you… really think I can. Thank you, guys.”
They finish lunch with Momota going on about whatever topic. Honestly, Saihara was hardly listening. He’s too busy thinking. He’s well aware that Momota thinks that he’s going to ask Akamatsu to their prom. He also knows that who he really wants to ask…won’t go over well with either of his friends. He’ll just… keep his date a surprise, yeah!
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So… later that evening, he finds himself outside Ouma Kokichi’s door with a freshly bought bouquet of purple carnations and white rain lilies.
He has thought of nothing to say, but he knocks anyway. Kokichi takes a couple minutes before opening the door.
“Hel-”
He pauses, standing there speechless just for a second. Saihara swears he sees a tiny of pink cover the shorter boy’s cheeks before he slams the door shut.
… He slams the door shut?
Saihara hasn’t even gotten a word in yet! Why did he do that??
Okay. Maybe he overstepped. If he leaves now, they can just… pretend this never happened. Yeah.
But, of course, the universe would never grant him that. Ouma opens the door again.
“Whoops! Sorry about that, Saihara-chan. There were hundreds of bees in my room! If I had kept the door open, they would’ve flown out and gone right for your flowers!” Ouma giggles, stepping out and shutting the door behind himself, “Anyway! Might I ask what you’re out here for?”
Saihara is super nervous, and he’s sure it’s showing, but Ouma… isn’t pointing it out or teasing him like normal.
“Oh, well, um.. I..” Curse his awkwardness… get it out, damn!
“I wanted- ahem, want to ask you to, um, come with me to the school dance?”
Saihara’s cheeks are pink. So, so pink. He looks down, holding the flowers out a little. Ouma takes them. Ouma takes them!?!?!
“Well, who would I be to say no to you, my beloved~! Of course I’ll go with you! Even though you seem like you’re about to run away, nishishi~”
“Ah! Um, really?” Saihara smiles. Like, really smiles, and finally looks up.
“Well duh! Consider yourself lucky! Y’know, just last night, there were hundreds of suitors lined up at my door to ask me out. I had to get Gonta to throw them all outside of the building because they were practically begging for my hand!”
They both laugh, though for Ouma it was to add flair to his story, and Saihara was just giggling at Ouma’s antics.
“Alright. I’ll… um, see you then?”
“Yeah.”
Ouma nods, then retreats back into his room with a smile.
So does Saihara, though he ends up going straight to his bed and just letting himself be giddy over the boy.
He said yes. He said yes! He said yes!!!
He also never specified if it was romantic. Actually, no, Ouma is smart enough to figure it out, especially with the flowers. That’s one of the many things that Saihara admires about the boy – his intellect.
Saihara just hopes that his friends won’t make too big of a deal out of it once the dance rolls around. Hopefully they’re both smart enough to realize that making a scene at prom would be more trouble than it’s worth.