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The Annual Hana Sasaki Ballet Gala (what a mouthful) was the next day. You looked forward to the event every year because there was a lot of free food. You'd also get to meet with sponsors and donors who supported the studio every year.
Some people's company was more enjoyable than others.
It was just a huge social event but for you, it was an excuse to eat and dress nice.
However you knew there were going to be familiar faces you didn't want to see, hopefully, you could avoid them. Since, most years the same people would attend if not there were a few new groups every year who got invited. Two years ago a pro Basketball team was invited and they came the following year too.
You entered the ballroom with Elora who was fixing the hem of her dress urgently. Dusting the skirt of her dress she looked over to you. "These events suck when we have to wear longer dresses," she groaned while pulling her dress up enough to reveal her Converse underneath. "But no one can see these." she flashes you a wide smile and you laugh before turning your focus to the packed room.
Your eyes scanned the room looking for one person in particular, someone you were hoping to avoid. However, you made eye contact with someone you weren't expecting to see. His brown eyes softened when he saw you and he began walking toward you.
Quickly you turned to Elora and suggested she go to get you guys drinks. She didn't question it and left in a rush.
"Why are you everywhere?" you asked in fake annoyance at the blond that approached you. "My team was invited," he says holding up his free hand as if he was surrendering. "I swear I'm not stalking you this is just a really good coincidence." his other hand was occupied by an empty glass.
"I'd love to believe you but I don't" you joke but Atsumu can't tell and gets defensive. "Oh come on—I'll even have my coach tell you, hold on" he starts and you see him scanning the room for his coach frantically. "I'm just kidding Atsumu, that's not necessary," you assure him placing a hand on his shoulder which eases him immediately.
Then he's glaring at you which makes you hold back a laugh. But his glaring lasts for a short time before he's scanning you from head to toe. "You look as beautiful as always, I should've said that first," Atsumu says and his whole demeanor changed.
You were wearing a crème colored long satin dress with a slit on the right side which exposed your legs. So unlike Elora, you couldn't hide the shoes you wore which were a pair of off-white ankle strap platformed heels. They didn't hurt too much since your feet were used to pain.
As well as your ankles.
"As charming as always Atsumu," you laugh with an eye roll moving your hand off of his shoulder finally. "Aw why'd you move your hand?" he pouts and his eyes dart to your empty hands. "Oh do you want a drink?" he asks glancing back at you.
