Hyotei’s Money King always had a knack for throwing parties, especially school dances. He was also known for asking the most beautiful of girls to accompany him. However, it came as no shock when he, for the third time, offered to escort a certain someone to the latest school dance.
“________, Ore-sama has come to make you an offer…” he smirked, suddenly appearing as she slammed her locker shut.
“Ah? What might that be?” She questioned, smiling cutely and knowingly.
Atobe extended his hand, and she gently placed her own in his gentle touch. “________, ________,” she nodded at her name, “would you please allow me the pleasure of escorting you to the dance?”
“Gladly.” Aw’s ensued from the growing clusters of girls, along with some squeals of jealousy--especially when Atobe lowered his lips to a rest atop the tender skin of her hand.
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