A/N: So I finally finished this chapter about a month ago and I just realized that I forgot to upload it here...but that's alright because it's just a bonus chapter ;) It takes place around the same time as chapters 1 and 2, so you might want to go back and reread those for context! Special thanks to my friend Cap for beta reading this chapter for me!

"Do you wanna go to prom with me?" I blurt out. Moon turns to me, an indecipherable expression on her face. I don't think she's appalled, at least, which is a good sign. It's an even better sign when she smiles.

"Sure, Sun. I'd love to go with you."

I let out a slightly unsteady laugh. "Great! Great. That's…great."

I smile at her, but she looks away. Oh, no. Is she regretting saying yes already? I've been wanting to ask her to prom for weeks now, but I could never work up the courage to bring it up. I know that she hates dances, and I was afraid that she wouldn't even entertain the notion of going to prom with me. I had a whole speech planned out, complete with a mini-essay of all the reasons why she should go to prom with me even though she hates dances – not exactly my style, but I thought she might find something that's not impromptu more convincing. But then the perfect opportunity just fell into my lap, and…well, I couldn't pass it up. But she seems nervous now, and no one else is saying anything. I'm starting to wonder if I still did something wrong. Is it too late to pull out that speech and start throwing out some of those talking points?

Fortunately, my phone picks that moment to buzz with an incoming text. I pull it out of my pocket and glance at the notification – it's from Kiawe – but no one else needs to know that.

"Oh, look! It's…it's my dad," I say, leaping to my feet. "Gotta go. Uh, Moon, I'll text you later to figure out the logistics, okay?"

She offers me a smile that assures me that she's not suddenly getting cold feet about the prom thing. "Yeah, that's fine. Talk to you later."

I quickly gather my things and dart to the door. It opens just before I reach it, and I nearly run into Olivia. I give her a great big smile as I slip by, out into the hall. Maybe it was a little overeager of a smile for a teacher to see, but I can't help it. It's finally hitting me what just happened. I'm going to prom with Moon!

I gotta share the news with somebody. I unlock my phone and quickly shoot off a text to Kiawe, not even bothering to read the message he sent me. I'll read it later when the high from this has worn off. I skip down the hall, grinning from ear to ear. I'm not really looking where I'm going when I turn the corner to the science wing and I bump into Ryuki, a junior I know from anime club.

"Sorry!" I say, continuing down the hall.

"What're you so excited about?" he calls after me.

"Just asked Moon to prom and she said yes!" I exclaim gleefully over my shoulder.

"Prom is overrated!" Ryuki shouts back.

I reach the elevator and press the button to call it, then turn back around to face Ryuki. He's still standing where I bumped into him, arms folded and a scowl on his face. "Are you still salty that they won't let you DJ for prom?" I ask.

"You throw an anime opening that nobody requested in the tracklist one time and suddenly it's 'your services are not required' for every formal dance the school hosts," he complains.

I shrug. "You can still do the orientation dance, right?"

"It's the principle of the thing!" he declares. "Did you hear who they hired instead? Some guy from Johto Community College. The community college!"

The elevator dings to announce its arrival. "I didn't know that," I say, backing into the elevator.

"Am I really second fiddle to a community college kid!? Principal Oak is just mocking me now, I swear–" Ryuki's tirade is blessedly cut off by the closing of the elevator doors.

I take the elevator up to the third floor, where my dad's classroom is located. He and my mom usually stay about an hour or two after school, taking care of whatever teacher-y things they need to get done. It's pretty quiet up in their labs, so I usually come up to work in there if I need to work in an environment that's a little less social than Olivia's study space.

"Hey, Dad!" I greet him, bounding into the room and throwing my backpack down on one of the lab tables. It looks like his bio classes were doing a lab today, and he's cleaning up after his last period class.

"Hey, Sun, great timing!" he says, tossing a wet rag at me. "Can you wipe off the lab tables for me?"

"Sure," I say, getting to work. "What were the little fishies working on today?"

"Structure of a cell," Dad says, bringing a tray full of microscope slides to the sink. "Plant versus animal cells, prokaryotes versus eukaryotes, that kinda thing."

I nod sagely. "Sounds…incredibly boring."

Dad chuckles. "I'd protest that, but most of the students said the exact same thing."

We continue our cleaning in silence for a while. Just as I'm wiping down the last lab table, there's a knock on the door. My mom sticks her head in through the doorway. "Kukui," she says in a singsong voice. "I want my microscopes back!"

Dad chuckles again. "I'll give them back once I finish cleaning them, honey."

"Well, maybe you should clean them faster," Mom says teasingly, waggling a finger at Dad. Just then, she notices me in the corner of the room. "Oh, hi, Sun!" she grins. She comes over to my side of the room, wraps me up in a big hug, and gives me a kiss on the forehead. Mom's always been really physically affectionate. "How was school today, honey?"

"It was alright," I say, tossing the rag into a sink. "But after school was even better!"

"Aw, I'm glad that you like spending time with your dear old dad that much," Dad says, grinning.

"Not what I meant," I say, frowning. "I would rather have been doing literally anything else other than cleaning lab tables."

"Then tell me, why did you come up to my room so early?" Dad asks.

"As much as I'd love to hear the answer to that," Mom interrupts, "I really do need to get these microscopes back to my room. I have a student who's making up a lab after school today, and she needs a microscope for it."

"Wait, this student has been waiting in your room for a microscope this whole time?" I ask.

"Yeah," Mom laughs.

"Why didn't you mention that earlier?" Dad yelps, frantically loading microscopes onto the two microscope carts.

"Well, I didn't want to pass up the chance to talk to my favorite boys," Mom says, giving my hair a ruffle and my dad a smooch. She helps Dad finish loading up the microscopes and the two of them wheel the carts out of the classroom, promising to be back soon.

Professor Kukui and Professor Burnet aren't my biological mom and dad; they adopted me when I was five. They've raised me since then, though, and they gave me Professor Kukui's last name. They're the only parents that I remember having, and the best family I could have asked for. I share everything with them, and they're always super supportive of me. So when they come back after returning the microscopes, I eagerly share with them the great news.

"Oh, sweetie, that's amazing! I'm so proud of you!" Mom says, giving me another kiss on the forehead. "We just gotta get you ready for prom in a week, huh?"

"We're both proud of you," Dad adds, ruffling my hair. "Have you told Acerola yet?"

"What?"

"That you can't go to prom with her."

Oh.

Right.

In all the excitement of getting to go to prom with the girl I like, I completely forgot about the fact that I'd already been asked to prom. By Acerola. Two weeks ago. And I didn't tell her no, but I didn't tell her yes either. So now that I'm officially going to prom with Moon, it would be polite to tell her that I can't go to prom with her. There's just one problem.

I lie down on one of the lab tables and throw an arm over my eyes. "I don't want to."

"Well, you need to," Mom says. "It's rude to just leave her hanging like that."

"She already probably figured it out by now," I argue. "There's no need to officially turn her down."

"It would give her some closure. And the chance to apologize for taking so long to get back to her," Mom says. She drops my phone into the open palm of my hand. "You have her number, right? Go ahead and give her a call."

I sigh. I know she's right. She always is. So, after lying on the lab table for several more minutes, composing myself so I won't sound so grumpy when I call her, I sit up and dial Acerola's number.

She answers on the fourth ring. "Hey, Sun. What's up." Her voice sounds flat, a far cry from her usual cheerful tone. Is she in a bad mood? Maybe now's not the best time to give her bad news, but…I don't want to have to do this a second time. I power through.

"Um, so, remember when you asked me to prom a couple of weeks ago, and I said that I'd get back to you on that?" I start. "Well, this is me getting back to you."

"Yeah?' she asks flatly.

"Uh…I can't."

"I know," she says, a hint of exasperation in her voice.

"H-huh?" I stammer. "Wha– you know?"

"Yeah," she says curtly. "I'm helping Moon to pick out her dress right now."

"Oh." I guess that makes my job easier. "Well, you understand, right?"

"I understand that you asked her on an impulsive decision," Acerola snaps. "If you didn't want to go with me to prom, you could have just said so."

"What? No, no, Acerola, that's not…" I flounder, trying to figure out how to start explaining that she's got it all wrong. Her second claim is easiest to debunk. "Look, I was gonna go with you if Moon had said no! Honest!"

"So you waited two whole weeks to ask her?"

"Well, I didn't know that she was interested in going to prom at all until today," I explain.

"Sun, that really doesn't help your case," Acerola growls. "You literally just decided today that you'd ask her to prom?"

"No! I was still going to ask her even if she had never said that! I was just…I was…" I let out a long sigh and run a hand through my hair. I need to think for a second about how to explain myself instead of just spewing out the first thing that comes to mind and shoving my foot deeper and deeper into my mouth. Finally, I think I have a decent explanation. "I really like Moon, okay? And I always wanted to go to prom with her. But I knew that she doesn't like dances, so…I was afraid to ask her, and like, offend her or something."

"You're very good at that," Acerola deadpans.

"Yeah. Well." I chuckle a little nervously. "That's what I was thinking. So when you asked me to prom, I didn't want to say yes right away because, well, what if I asked Moon and she said yes? So I figured I'd ask Moon and if she said yes, I'd tell you no, but if Moon said no, I'd tell you yes. That was my plan. I just…couldn't find a lot of opportunities to ask her, and when the opportunity did come up, I kept chickening out."

Acerola laughs. "Who would have thought that Sun 'No-Filter' Kukui would finally get his filter clogged, huh?"

I blink a few times, trying to figure out what she means by that. I can't. "What?"

"I've never heard you being so considerate of someone else's feelings before. You must really like Moon."

I splutter a little, trying to come up with a response to that and failing miserably.

Acerola just laughs even more. "Look, it's all good. It sounds like you're gonna be happy going with Moon to prom, and that's all I need to hear."

"Uh, yeah," I say. It feels wrong to just end the conversation there, and I think back to what my mom was talking about earlier. "Look, Acerola, I'm sorry I waited so long just to tell you no…"

"I forgive you," she says simply. "Honestly, I was almost expecting that you wouldn't apologize at all."

"H-hey, I'm not that inconsiderate–"

"I'm joking, I'm joking!" Acerola interrupts me. "But seriously, thanks for apologizing. And, uh, officially telling me no."

"Welcome."

"Just promise me that you'll show her a good time, got it?"

"Of course!" I declare.

"Good," Acerola says emphatically. "Now, I need to go make sure your date is wearing a drop-dead gorgeous dress to prom, so I'll see you next week, awright?"

"Yeah! Yeah. See you next week," I say, hanging up.

I lean back on the lab table, putting my hands under my head. A big smile spreads across my face. Today feels almost surreal, but in the best possible way. I'm going to senior prom with Moon, Acerola isn't mad at me for not going to prom with her, and Hau and I have one week to finish Olivia's project. Shit, next week's going to be hell, isn't it?

But when Friday finally comes around…it's all gonna be worth it. And that's a promise.

A/N: I'm sorry, did you ask for found family feels in your Delivery prom fic? No? Too bad, you're getting them anyways.

Fun fact, the conversation between Sun and Acerola was actually the first thing that I wrote for this whole fic, and there were only a couple lines that had to be added to the original draft. So...yeah, that convo is one I've been dying to share for a long time :D

If you're reading this, I just want to thank you for making it this far! I love and appreciate every one of you beautiful readers. This fic wound up being twice as long as I thought it would be, but I did have a lot of fun with it and I hope you did too. I'll love it if you leave a review telling me your thoughts.

Stay safe, happy, and healthy! ~Storm