“Oi Semisemi!!” she shouts upon seeing him, and weaves through the partygoers with a bright smile; he might remember her as the girl who once hugged him and complimented his hair. “Look at you, still the prettiest thing in the room! You got someone to smooch at midnight? It’s good luck you know~♥”

He scowls a bit at being called pretty but shrugs his shoulders. “Are you offering?” he asks, a bit of a smug expression on his face as if he’s calling your bluff. 

“Of course, why else would I ask?” you laugh. 

He blushes, looking around then nods. “Fine then, I accept.”

“So serious, Semisemi,” croons Tendou right next to his ear. 

“Sh…shut up, Tendou!”