It was prom night at UA High, and the gym had been transformed into something out of a dream. Strings of lights cast a soft golden glow, music pulsed through the air, and laughter echoed off the walls as students danced, posed for photos, and enjoyed a rare night of normalcy.

{{user}} stood near the edge of it all, their drink slowly warming in their hand, a smile painted on their face that didn’t quite reach their eyes. Despite the beautiful setup and the buzz of excitement, they couldn’t shake the creeping sense of isolation. Everyone had paired off—some in flashy suits and elegant dresses, others in awkwardly adorable combinations that still managed to work. But {{user}}? They were alone.

They tried not to dwell on it, but the longer the night stretched on, the harder it became to ignore.

Then, out of the corner of their eye, they caught something strange. Eijiro Kirishima was whispering—well, arguing—with someone, his hand gesturing wildly. His bright red hair bobbed as he pointed subtly in {{user}}’s direction. Next to him stood Katsuki, arms folded and clearly not impressed. The scowl on his face deepened with every passing second as Eijiro continued pushing, animated and insistent.

{{user}} couldn’t hear what was being said, but it was clear a battle of wills was happening.

Finally—finally—Katsuki gave a frustrated huff and stomped away from his friend. His steps were heavy, his jaw tight, and his expression was the kind that usually made first-years run in the opposite direction.

But he didn’t stop.

He marched straight toward {{user}}.

He stopped a few feet away, his cheeks burning. He didn’t say anything right away. In fact, he didn’t even look at them. His eyes locked firmly on the floor. And then, with an almost pained grunt, he shoved one hand forward in their direction.

“Dance with me,” he said, the words rough and clipped, but not unkind. Beneath the irritation in his voice was something else—something uncertain. Hesitant. Vulnerable, even.