"I do" said none other than Yuuma, the stranger that she had met earlier that day. "There'd be no point of me DJing if I didn't try my best." He said this a little louder, clearly calling for the attention of everyone else. When everyone turned at about the same time, it made him look that much cooler, if it was possible. The disc jockey before them looked like he came straight out of a poster. His outfit was the perfect composition of black pants and a white jacket with splashes of pink stripes and a heart just to the left of his chest. Valentine's day just got a hundred times more sexy. Now ignoring the gaze of his audience, Yuuma went over to the mixer, equipping his headphones. It was time he let the music do the talking.

With a quick flick he pushed over the needle, allowing for a disc to be put on, and placed the object down, giving it a little spin before placing the needle down again. He played around with his hand and the disc for a few seconds, as though he were practicing. It looked more like he was bragging. With one last glance at his audience, still staring down at him, Yuuma turned up the volume, and got into his usual trance. The mix was hypnotizing yet energizing, like the beat was replacing your pulse. It begged you to move, it made you move. There was no debate. Even the less confident students attempted to dance a little bit, though they ended up just awkwardly rocking to the beat. Those who had much more experience, Rin and Len, dominated the floor with flawless technique and synchronization. Miku joined in that as well, but as she danced, she kept her gaze on the DJ. The sight of him was something else. It was clear he was passionate about what he was doing. He was becoming the music, he was the music; through mixing he was sharing himself with his clients. Both enjoyed the company thoroughly. A good hour and a half passed, leaving everyone, even Rin, exhausted. Upon realizing this, Yuuma took out his iPhone and hooked it up, setting it to one of his favorite playlists, in order to take a fifteen minute break.

The food came in right as people started settling down, leaving Rin asking. "Where were ya? We ordered almost two hours ago."

"You guys seemed like you were having a blast. I did not want to intrude." The employee responded. "Forgive me if my judgment was bad."

"You're good." One of the students said as people began grabbing the delicacies. Sheesh, this is practically restaurant food! Miku thought joyfully and she took more bites of her rice. She quickly sat down on the nearest chair to continue enjoying her meal. A few seconds later though, it seemed that her seat shifted to the right. Miku turned to see that it was in fact Yuuma. He left up his left hand and immediately apologized. "Yeah, um...you see my hand was already..." It didn't take long for Miku to process that fact that she accidentally sat on his hand. "Oh AHM sowwih!" The bubbly teen said with an overstuffed mouth. This caused the pink-haired man to laugh lightly. Realizing her indecency, Miku swallowed her food and spoke again.

"Umm, I think we met earlier today..."

"Yeah. Afternoon at McDonald's." Yuuma replied tersely. "Miku, correct?"

"Yeah." The girl smiled, and then they went silent. Wow, he remembered my name. I didn't think I'd get this far...can't just sit here silently... Miku wolfed down the rest of her rice dish and chugged down a soda, causing Yuuma to warn her that she might choke.

"Pssh, ask Rin. I'm practically immune to choking after what happened in junior high."

"Junior High? So you've known each other for a bit?"

"Since grade school really. We're just one year apart." Miku nodded.

"So what did happen?"

"I accidentally swallowed an entire chicken wing."

Yuuma looked at the girl dumbfounded. "How did you even-"

"-It's a loooooong story." Miku interrupted. "Let's just say that my friend over there created a method of reverse CPR"

Yuuma looked at her even more confused. Miku noticed this and decided to explain the full story. She figured why not since most of the others kept themselves busy. The gist of the story was that while they were at another party Miku was eating while everyone else was chatting, since she had arrived late. Neru had said something that the twin-tailed girl found hilarious, thus making her burst out in laughter.

"You see" Miku continued. "I have a tendency to put my hand to my mouth when I laugh" She demonstrated this quite literally. "And I accidentally-"

"Shoved it down your throat?" Yuuma concluded, receiving a nod from Miku. "After that was the fun part. Rin tried to give me the Heimlich, but somehow that made me swallow it down further rather than cough it up. You can probably guess how awkward it was when I said that the problem was kinda over."

"Very."

"Uh huh. I didn't eat anything else 'cuz I still felt the wing sliding down my track very slowly. I couldn't move around much either."

"Wow. Aren't you a survivor."

"Well, human stomach acid can digest bones after all."

"Really?" Yuuma smiled a bit more. "You learn something new everyday." With this, he stood back up. "My break's over, unless you guys would still rather do other things."

Yuuma walked back over to the mixer. Miku stared at him as he walked away and then thought of something.

"Hey how about you continue to put down beats and stuff while one of us sings from the karaoke machine? I think that would be a cool mashup." At this point Miku was now standing and oozing confidence.

"Sounds fun." Yuuma replied flatly yet smiling. "Are you volunteering yourself?"

"Maaaybe!" The Miku flashed her teeth with a wide smile now. "But are there songs you can mix while I sing?"

"I have my job for a reason" Yuuma smirked as he put on his headphones. Matching his boisterous attitude Miku walked over to the karaoke machine and selected the song "WAVE". It was amongst her favorite songs simply because of how badass it sounded. Based on how Yuuma's expression brightened, Miku guessed that he knew this song as well. The disc jockey switched out his phone for another disc. He pressed one ear of his headphone against his head just to make sure he would hear precisely. He then gave Miku a nod.

"Ahem!" The teal-haired girl cleared her throat. "Let's get this party back up and kicking shall we?" Miku winked and gave a pose just like the sassy diva she planned to be someday, earning cheers from her classmates. The intro to the song began, and Miku entered into another world. She always did her best to convey the lyrics to its truest meaning as she sang:

"Machigaete uchuu owatte

aoshingou wa itsumodoori

tonde mata tomatte

mata tobi souda..."

This song required much passion and self-confidence, or at least the rise to it. Both were relatively easy if you had a pounding beat driving you though; Both came naturally if you had the singing talent of Hatsune Miku. She really knew how to keep an event exciting. Any person could attest to that after just meeting her once.

"lalalalalalala~!

lalalalalalala~!"

Miku's classmates sang the ending with her. Their singing, borderline shouting, was loud enough even to be heard from the neighboring rooms. Needless to say that the soundproofing would need to be improved.

At the song's end, Miku descended from the stage passing on the microphone to Len, who in turn kept most of the female audience excited. Miku checked her phone. It was slightly past ten. Did everyone forget that tonight's a school night? She looked back up at her peers. A good number of them were still energetic. I wonder how much longer I should stay. The teal-haired teen unknowingly shifted her glance over to Yuuma, who caught her eyes the exact same moment. He smiled. Miku felt something in her heat up, a lot. She suddenly had the urge to talk to him again, but knew that wasn't happening, not while he was working. Instead she walked towards Neru and Rin, hoping they would keep her busy until the end of the party. Surely enough they did.

Many of the participants had already left by the time it was 11:30, the ones who remained were waiting for rides home. Rin was stocking up on as much take-home food as she could, and Miku looked over at Yuuma's direction once again. She noticed that he was packing his things. Want any help? She thought of asking, but what did she know about a DJ's equipment? Not wanting to humiliate herself, Miku waited for her brother's Toyota to pick her up so she could quickly hit the sack so that she wouldn't be dead tired during school the next morning.

A/N:
Yo~! Hitsukane here!

I just gotta say that Yuuma x Miku? DATS my ship. It has like two fanfics at most right now tho. I didn't like that. Imma do my best to show my support for it tho. I hope y'all keep reading.