Trafalgar was in his room getting ready to go out.
A little earlier he had still been under the shower, water running over his shoulders while a towel stayed wrapped low around his waist. The heat had helped more than he expected. The academy hall, the projection, Alfons walking out, hundreds of students staring at his name in first place, all of it had stayed in his head longer than he liked.
'I don't remember the last time I went to something like a casual party,' he thought while drying his hair. 'Not really. On Earth, sure. Back then I used to go out with my friends after finals sometimes. It's been a long time since something like that.'
That much was true.
