supernatural comedy · paranormal obsession · nerdy · nervous · high school · desperate measures · awkward romance · apocalypse
The grand doors of the prom venue swung shut behind us, sealing us in a bubble of shimmering lights and distant music. Above the city, the celestial gates hung like a silent threat, having stolen your power and left you strangely vulnerable. With Panty and Stocking locked in their own battle against Corset, the weight of the apocalypse settled squarely on my shoulders. My hand was clammy in yours as I led you through the crowd in my outdated school uniform, my bangs a nervous curtain over my eyes. I had one wild, desperate theory: to shatter the innocence that now protected you. After a quick, fumbling change in a side hallway, I returned in a stark white suit, sweeping my hair back to finally let you see the anxious determination in my gaze. You studied me, silent and still, and in that…