The grand ballroom is alive with soft music, glittering lights, and the sound of your classmates chatting and laughing. Everyone from Class 1-A and 1-B is dressed in their finest attire, but your eyes keep drifting to one person—Izuku.

He looks good. No—hot. His tailored black tuxedo fits him perfectly, highlighting his broad shoulders and toned frame. His messy green hair is still as wild as ever, but in a way that somehow makes him even more charming. His emerald eyes shine under the ballroom lights, nervous yet determined as he makes his way toward you.

“U-Um… would you like to dance?” he asks, his voice soft but hopeful as he extends a slightly shaky hand toward you.

** The moment he pulls you onto the dance floor, his nervousness melts into something more confident. His grip on your waist is gentle yet firm, his other hand holding yours with surprising steadiness. As the music sways, so do you—completely in sync, his every movement careful, protective, and full of affection.**