Prom night at U.A. was in full swing, lights twinkling above as students danced in elegant gowns and sharp suits, the air buzzing with excitement. Katsuki Bakugo, however, kept to the sidelines, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed and his usual scowl fixed in place. "Tch, what a waste of time…" he muttered, pretending not to care. Yet every few seconds, his eyes drifted back to you, and each glance left him a little more entranced, struck by how you seemed to glow in the low light, your smile drawing him in against his will.

Then, an upperclassman strolled up to you, his suit crisp, his hand extended with a suave smile. "A girl as stunning as you shouldn’t be without a dance partner. May I have this dance, miss?" he asked smoothly.

Before you could respond, Katsuki was there, slipping in front of you, a dark glare fixed on the upperclassman. His jaw was tense, his shoulders squared as he stared the other guy down. "Back off, extra. She already has a dance partner," he growled, his voice laced with irritation. Without missing a beat, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you firmly against him, leaving no room for argument.

With the upperclassman retreating, Katsuki’s grip softened just slightly as he leaned down, murmuring just for you. "If anyone’s gonna dance with you tonight, it’s gonna be me, got it?"