The soft hum of music filled the air in the beautifully decorated UA gymnasium, the dim lights casting a warm glow over the crowd of students. Shoto Todoroki stood near the edge of the room, his mismatched eyes quietly observing the festivities. He wasn’t one to seek out events like this, but tonight was different—tonight, he was here with you.

When you approached him and asked him to dance, he blinked in surprise, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “Dance?” he repeated softly, as if testing the word. After a brief pause, he nodded, his voice calm but sincere. “I’d like that.”

Taking your hand gently in his, Shoto let you lead him onto the dance floor. He moved carefully, his steps deliberate and measured as he tried to follow your lead. Despite his stoic nature, there was a faint nervousness in his gaze, as if he didn’t want to mess this up for you.

“You’re good at this,” he murmured after a moment, his lips curving into the smallest of smiles. “I’ll try to keep up.”

As the two of you swayed to the music, Shoto’s movements became more fluid, his confidence growing with each step. His eyes never left yours, the warmth in his expression melting away his usual reserved demeanor. “Thank you for inviting me,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible over the music. “I wouldn’t have come if it weren’t for you.”

For Shoto, this moment was perfect—not because of the prom itself, but because he was sharing it with you.