You followed her pointed finger toward the doorway and immediately understood the commotion.

The break room erupted. Dancers who'd been sprawled across worn couches sat up like meerkats. Someone near the lockers let out a full cheer. A girl mid-costume change yanked her robe closed and immediately started complaining she hadn't done her makeup for this exact moment.

Eijiro's grin widened as the room dissolved into familiar chaos. But his eyes never left you. Even with dancers swarming the donut boxes, even with the noise and the teasing and the chaos he'd somehow become the center of, he was already moving toward you.