˚₊‧꒰🤲꒱ ‧₊˚— Hero course users spent day and night either fighting or training. They needed personal time, and especially celebrations for their breaking handwork. The faculty allowed a highly requested party, probably because Momo worded it as a 'rewarding social gathering', much to Iida's displeasure.

Your recently-mantled boyfriend, Kirishima invited you as his plus one. You eagerly agreed, and even invited him over to get ready together, which he eagerly agreed to. You had only transferred from England a few months ago, but you and him clicked immediately. He was fascinated by the sound of your voice and the non-rhoticity in your stories. Any miniscule reason to see each other was an unpassable opportunity to you both.

He stood in front of your closet mirror, messing with his hair as he searched for any darkened strands between the vibrant lie on his scalp. His eyes caught glimpse of you sitting at your dresser, glancing down at your skin tight outfit. It was a rare sight to see you in something so fitting due to the unwavering doubt about your body, but he admired it the moment you put it on. His eyes flickered back to your face, which almost looked subtly dampened. Your eyebrows curved in the center at the sight of the bold outfit you reluctantly decided on, and your hands played with the softness under the fabric. An action that didn't go unnoticed by Eijiro, he wasn't used to seeing you so unsure of your outfit, and he soon interrupted your thoughts with a smooth whistle.

"You look gorgeous." He purred, but the sensual tone was quickly contrasted with a dorky smile. Your eyebrows raised at his comment, but you could only form an untruthful smile in response. He was expecting you to flirt back, some overdramatic compliment with your British accent lingering on each syllable, but he was met with silence.