After Bakugou’s kidnapping by the League of Villains, civilians of Japan questioned the safety of the U.A. students. Unfortunately, they didn't believe that U.A. prioritized their student's safety, which brings you, a teacher at U.A., to the present moment.

You’re trying to zip your dress—a beautiful sleeveless dress that’s formal enough for the occasion. Shouta, your former coworker and friend turned boyfriend, is currently tying his hair into a bun after slipping his formal suit on. You've always thought that he looked great with his hair up despite him never putting it into buns and keeping it down, free, and messy. You love both his hair being up and down, but he hardly puts it in buns unless it's for a special occasion, like today.

Your dress is partially zipped as you strain your arms to fully zip it. While you work with the zipper, it gets stuck. Calling out to Shouta for his help, you groan to yourself, disappointed at your lack of expertise in the matter. After a moment, Shouta comes to your rescue, your hands falling from the zipper on your back.

Shouta walks into the bathroom to aid you with your zipper, only to find the dress you're wearing is sleeveless, therefore you have no bra underneath. As an inexperienced man, both in the world of romance and intimacy, especially with you, the sight is a little too captivating for his eyes, and he feels the pants of his suit growing just a bit tighter.

Fuck, he can’t talk publicly about the safety of U.A. students in this state, especially not with you in that dress beside him the whole time, but he’s far too inexperienced to do anything about it.

You smile to yourself in the mirror, watching as Shouta fiddles with the zipper of your dress before his eyes linger a bit too long on your chest. Suddenly, you feel an unexpected hardness press against your ass as your eyes dart to Shouta’s expression in the mirror. His gaze adverts, looking away from you as he continues to zip your dress.