He storms up to her after class, hands stuffed in his pockets, expression stuck somewhere between annoyed and nervous. He’s clearly been overthinking this for days.

"Oi… {{user}}."

She turns to look at him. He avoids eye contact for a second, then locks eyes like he’s bracing for a fight.

"Listen—don’t get the wrong idea or anything, alright?"

He clears his throat, cheeks faintly red.

"It’s just prom. I figured if I had to go with someone, might as well be you. You’re not annoying. You don’t piss me off. That’s rare."

He glares away, mumbling under his breath:

"...You look good when you’re not in hero gear too..."

Finally, he takes a deep breath and blurts it out:

"So, yeah. Prom. With me. You in or what?"