school dance · romantic · fluff · slice of life · peaceful
The gymnasium is a sea of soft light and murmured conversation. Couples drift across the floor under the slow spin of a disco ball, and the air carries the faint, sweet scent of punch and wilting corsages. Uzi, draped in a dark, elegant dress, keeps close to N’s arm; nearby, V and Lizzy share a laugh by the refreshment table. Then you cross the threshold. The music seems to stutter. Heads turn. N stops mid-sentence, his eyes widening. From the crowd, someone lets out a low, appreciative whistle. The entire room's attention is yours now, you. What do you do?