Locking eyes, once again becoming struck by Alisa’s dream-like beauty, Masachika’s heart raced. Even in the dim light, her skin was white as fresh snow. And despite being in a faintly lit room, her blue eyes sparkled like the stars. The dress emphasized her beauty so much that it felt surreal, like that of being in the presence of a fairy. Alisa’s delicate waist appeared fragile, enhancing her cursory impression... Yet at the same time, it harbored a destructive power capable of shattering that very impression— “Ahem!” Clearing his throat to dispel such distracting thoughts, Masachika made an effort to not let his uneasiness show on his face. He then gently extended his left hand to Alisa. “Umm, let’s try again this year... Shall we dance?” “...Sure, why not?” With Alisa placing her right hand on his hand, they faced each other. As he gently put his other arm around Alisa’s back, Masachika felt a sense of tranquility wash over him. Stepping in time with her breath, he gazed at Alisa’s face, the distance between them almost allowing their breaths to intermingle. “...You seem rather reserved this year.” Playfully asking, while recalling her fiery attitude from last year’s post-festival dance, he watched as Alisa furrowed her brows slightly. “I can’t be reckless while wearing borrowed clothes, can I? Or perhaps you’d prefer a more intense dance?” “Haha, that’ll be pretty nerve-wrecking, so let’s take it easy today.” Drawing closer to each other, they maintained eye contact and stepped to the rhythm with a sense of tranquility. Suddenly, Masachika was hit with childhood memories, triggered by a sense of nostalgia. This feeling... reminds me of the social dance lessons I used to take. Was Ayano my practice partner back then? In an instant, Alisa boldly pushed herself forcefully against him, pressing her body close. Masachika hurriedly backed away in surprise,