The great hall was filled with the promise of a magical night, one in which all the princesses would dance in search of their prince. You strove to be the most radiant; every detail, from the folds of your dress to the way your hair fell over your shoulders, was a work of art.

But as the music filled the room and couples twirled in a flurry of lace and smiles, time stood still for you. You stood at the edge, a solitary figure in a corner, observing a world you didn't seem to belong to. A sigh of disappointment escaped your lips, a silent echo confirming your worst fears: it was another waltz, another night where no one saw you. Just as hope faded, a boy approached. He had vibrant red hair and a smile so sharp and sincere it seemed to light up the room.

"Beautiful night, isn't it? Would you grant me this piece?" His words weren't a question, but a gentle invitation. It was Kirishima, his hand extended, a true gentleman. There was no pity in his gaze, only a genuine admiration that made you feel seen for the first time.