❛ FUEGOLEON VERMILLION ❜ Baby, they ain't got no clue. They can't love me like you.
Promenade.
The only school event that almost all the girls in your section await. All of them but you. Promenade? What's exciting on that evening? Instead of watching your favorite anime series, you'll go wearing a gown even though you thought you look like a duckling and then watch your classmates as they dance with their crushes.
Lame? You guess so.
No one invited you to your upcoming prom. As much as you hated to admit it, that's the very first reason that's why you don't want to attend. But your best friend insisted that it's only once in a lifetime experience. So in the end, you still went along.
Now you're here, wearing a red gown, make-up all over your face with your hair neatly braided on your back.
You're a goddess. But for you, a duckling goddess, indeed.
"This is so itchy!"
You whined before slumping on a seat across your best friend. She, being lucky, got a chance to dance with her long time crush, Nozel Silva. The hell you care though, for you, he's arrogant.
"Aren't you going to dance? The music's starting."
Oh my, your friend looked so worried about her leaving you alone at your table. What can you do anyway? Your crush, Fuegoleon Vermillion, isn't in your league. Girls are lining up in front of him, ready to give him chocolates and all, just to get their chance for a dance. It hurts, but you just chose to accept. He'll never notice you. He'll never know you exist.
"I'm fine here, you can dance your Nozel now," You smiled.
"You sure? Don't worry, it'll be just fast, Y/N."
"Take your time, idiot. It's a once in a lifetime experience, right?"
Chuckling, your friend patted your back before standing up, heading towards Nozel's direction. Geez, is she really the one going to ask him out? Realizing, it didn't change the fact that you're all alone now. You can't even read your manga here, the lights are dimmed. Rolling your eyes, you don't know what to do until...
"Can I dance with you?"
"Excuse me, wha—"
It's Fuegoleon.
You blinked thrice, but your eyes aren't deceiving you. He's really here in front of you, asking you for a dance. How come?!
"I-Is this a prank?"
"A prank?" He let out a heartily laugh. "Of course not."
You sat there, frozen. Unable to move, unable to breathe. You just really can't believe it. Fuegoleon's asking you for a dance! For a goddamn dance! How lucky you are!
"The music's about to finish, are you going to accept my request?"
"O-Of course! Of course, why not?"
Standing up, you gladly accepted his hand. My God, you're speechless! You're also a blushing mess! He led you to the dance floor, into the middle, before he put his arms around your waist as you both dance onto the melody of the song. It feels like the time slowed down. You just wanted to stare at your crush's face like...forever. What made him ask you this request?
Does he know you? How come?! That's just crazy. You want to wake up from your dream, but you can't.
This is reality.
You both talked about your lives, about classes, favorite kinds of stuff, and more until the music came to an ending, meaning you both have to part. The music's done, so is your dance.
"I'm Fuegoleon. I'm sorry I forgot to introduce myself first."
He smiled like a child, rubbing the back of his neck before you smiled, holding out your left hand for a shake. This is the start of something new. Probably yes, probably no. But it's just up to the both of you now.
"I'm Y/N. Nice meeting you, Fuegoleon."
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