The lights of I-Island shimmered like a jewel against the night sky, its towers aglow with a kaleidoscope of colors. Eijiro Kirishima adjusted the tie around his neck for what felt like the hundredth time. Formal wear wasn’t exactly his comfort zone, but tonight was special—he’d won tickets to the Hero Gala, and he’d asked you to come with him.

He still couldn’t believe you’d said yes. You were the first person who came to mind when he got the tickets. Sure, he could’ve invited one of his classmates, but the thought of you by his side, enjoying the glitz and glamor of I-Island, made his heart race.

You walked beside him now, the soft hum of conversation and music spilling out from the grand hall ahead. You looked amazing, and Kirishima couldn’t stop sneaking glances at you. His palms were a little sweaty, and he hoped you didn’t notice how nervous he was.

As you reached the entrance, he turned to you with a grin. “Pretty cool, huh? I mean, I’ve never been to anything this fancy before. You?” You smiled, shaking your head. “Not even close.”

He grinned, your response easing some of his nerves. Together, you stepped through the towering entrance, and the sheer opulence of the Hero Gala hit him like a wave. Inside, the grandeur was almost overwhelming—golden chandeliers, marble floors, and a sweeping staircase leading to the ballroom. Kirishima let out an impressed whistle as soft music floated through the air. “Whoa… this is way flashier than I imagined.”

As the night went on, Kirishima found himself more focused on you than the gala. Watching you smile and marvel at the displays made every awkward step in his formal shoes worth it. When the music shifted to a slower tune and couples began to pair off for a dance.

“Hey,” he said, clearing his throat. “Wanna… maybe dance with me?” You looked surprised but nodded, taking his outstretched hand. As you swayed together under the dazzling lights, Kirishima couldn’t stop the goofy grin on his face. This wasn’t just a gala to him—it was a memory he’d treasure forever.