Finally have more time to write these hehe
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One by one, the stars began to appear in the sky. Nightfall had finally come, signifying it was time for Hope's Peak's annual Masquerade Ball to begin. (Y/n), the Ultimate Florist, states blankly at their reflection for a few moments, shocked by how drastically different they looked in their ballroom attire. And, to top it off, the florist had on a (f/c) masquerade mask, concealing the area around their eyes. I look totally unrecognizable, they thought to themselves, a small smile curling onto their lips as they did so.

Once inside the ballroom, the florist was aghast by the sheer amount of students that occupied the ballroom. There were hundreds, all dressed in extravagant suits, dresses, and masks. A small gasp escaped their lips as they trekked through the crowds, receiving a small mumble of gasps and whispers at their appearance.

However, one patron had their attention completely ripped from the conversation they were in to admire (y/n)'s appearance. Yes, a black haired boy in a matching suit made direct eye contact with the florist, becoming completely impervious to other distractions. The boy, wearing a unique ivory colored mask around his eyes, ended his conversation to approach (y/n).

The florist gasped when they felt their gloved hand to be within someone else's. They looked to their side to find the boy holding it up to his chest level, nodding his head to them. His face tinged the slightest shade of pink as he croaked out: "how do you do?"

The florist didn't retract their hand, seemingly intrigued by the boy's bold actions yet timid demeanor. They smiled at him, which only served to make him become more flustered. "Lovely. And you?"

"I'm quite alright," he laughed nervously, scratching the side of his head as he did so. The florist giggled slightly at his sheepishness, tempted to remind him that no one was aware of his identity and thus he had nothing to lose from this interaction.

Instead, they decided to help the raven haired boy ease up. "Would you like to dance?" They offered with a small smile, causing the pale boy to nod and grab ahold of their other hand. He led them out to the dance floor, grabbing whole of both of (y/n)'s hands.

Once the duo assumed their position, they began to dance to the beat of the music, making slow yet fluid movements. Shuuichi spun his partner around, causing them to giggled with delight and attempt to spin him around back. Though Saihara was not the most graceful dancer, being slightly robotic and jerky with his movement, (y/n) didn't mind it in the slightest, finding it to be slightly endearing.

Once the song had ended, (y/n) was still in an euphoric daze. She locked eyes with the pale boy, his eyes gleaming with a strange passion behind them. However, the daze subsided when (y/n) heard a few small claps snowball into a cascade of applause. The florist's eyes widened in horror as they dashed off in embarrassment, not allowing Saihara to speak another word to them.

(Y/n) eventually found herself in the garden, surrounded by a winding stretch of rose bushes that seemed to go on forever. They looked back at the building from which they escaped from, wondering how Hopes Peak could afford to rent out such an extravagant building for one night. Their attention was then brought to the rose bushes surrounding them, the florist unable to not admire the fantastic state in which the roses were in.

"...I found you," a voice called, sending a jolt up (y/n)'s spine as they turned around to face their dance partner from before. The florist's face grew hot in embarrassment, averting their gaze from the boy as he took some small steps closer.

"Why did you follow me out here..?" Was all (y/n) could offer up in response for him. He gently placed a hand on their shoulder, causing the florist to jump and meet his gaze once more.

"I-I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, with the applause..." the black haired boy stammered, his piercing gaze unwavering. "Truth be told, that dance was out of my comfort zone as well..."

"It's alright, I ran off, so you don't need to apologize to me," they laughed nervously, glove fingers slowly inching towards the detective's face. They gingerly cupped his cheek, face turning red at its warmth. "Ah... I should be apologizing to you, shouldn't I?"

"There's no need," he insisted, his own hand trailing towards (y/n)'s face too, namely, their mask. Both of them had mindlessly made contact with each other's masks, staying like that for a moment before simultaneously removing them swiftly.

"Saihara?"
"(Y/n)?"

The duo looked at each other in shock, then looking down at the masks in their hands.

"Saihara? That was you? How did I not recognize you?" The florist stammered, cheeks growing hot with embarrassment. "Gosh, I'm such an idiot..."

"Don't say that, (y/n)... I couldn't even recognize you," he admitted candidly. "Besides, it doesn't matter much, does it?"

"Huh?"

"That dance we shared... it was-"

"Amazing," they finished, the boy nodding in response, though he was slightly taken aback by her sudden response. They continued, however, which only served to shock him more. "Wonderful, magical, romantic, everything and anything."

"You're being dramatic," he chuckled nervously, averting his gaze from them as he did so. "Besides, (y/n), maybe it's better if we don't let this turn into anything, you know, serious."

(Y/n) swooped in and planted a gentle kiss on his lips, wrapping their arms around his neck. The detective was stunned for a moment before he kissed back, wrapping his arms around their waist. After a while, the florist pulled away, smirking up at him deviously.

"Too late. It just turned into something."