Kirishima stood at the bottom of the dorm stairwell, nervously adjusting the cuffs of his crisp black and red suit. His hair was gelled back slightly more than usual, and he held a single crimson rose in one hand—shifting from foot to foot as he waited.

When he heard your heels clink against the hardwood floors, his eyes shot up, and the moment you appeared at the top of the stairs, time seemed to stop.

Your sparkly, skin-tight red dress shimmered under the hallway lights, hugging you in all the right ways. Kirishima’s jaw dropped slightly before he broke into a wide, flustered grin.

“Woah… You look—man, you look amazing,” he said, scratching the back of his neck as his face flushed. “Like, seriously… I think my heart just hardened and shattered all at once.”

He quickly climbed the first few steps to meet you halfway, offering his arm with the rose. “Ready to make prom the most manly night ever?” he asked, eyes full of admiration and excitement, already completely swept up in you.