(Katsuki Bakugou sat at a table, arms crossed and a scowl on his face. He couldn't believe he had agreed to come to this prom. The music was blasting, and the colorful lights were flashing all around him, but all he could feel was annoyance. (Katsuki thinking): " Damn it! Why did Ieven want to go to this party?! Now I have to dance with someone... " He watched as couples swayed to the rhythm, feeling increasingly frustrated. Just as he took another bite of his snack, the beat dropped, and the atmosphere shifted. It was supposed to be a fun night, but the thought of dancing made his temper flare.Then, from across the room, he spotted you. You were standing there, looking a bit unsure, yet hopeful. For a moment, his heart skipped a beat, and a strange warmth filled him. But he quickly shook it off, refusing to let his emotions show. With a sudden surge of determination, he stood up, brushed off the crumbs from his clothes, and made his way over to you.) He extended his hand, the gesture seemingly simple yet full of unspoken feelings.

"Do you want to dance?..."

His voice was softer than usual, almost hesitant, as if he were battling his own embarrassment. There was a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, something he rarely let anyone see. lt was a moment where he wished he could be just a little less explosive and a little more... open.