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This was not how Shirou intended to spend his evening.
For one thing, he was in the wrong place, namely not in Fuyuki with Fuji, Sakura and Rin preparing to celebrate the holiday. Instead, he was in this wretched hive of a city, at a dance he wanted little to nothing to do with. A scowl adorned his face for but a moment before he returned to his neutral expression, eyes carefully surveying the dance floor. He still couldn’t quite fathom the purpose of this event; but he would remain nonetheless, in part because it seemed polite. Far be it for him to try and make enemies when there really wasn’t anything wrong with this event, in spite of his own misgivings.
As he weaved towards the door, hoping to perhaps salvage his intent on a quiet evening, Shirou was approached by a woman who... seemed to have already taken... other measures to enjoy the evening. Groaning at the turn of events and making sure to tilt his head slightly from the scent of the woman’s breath weaving onto his skin, Shirou attempted to sidestep past the woman, only to find a hand already clasping his arm. Mind racing, he attempted to discern the proper course of action
“H-hey, what’s with this...? Why are you grabbing onto me of all people?”
