The U.A. gymnasium pulsed with energy as Class 1-A’s boys fanned out across the floor, forming loosely organized lines. A speaker blared the retro pop sound of “Tell Me” by Wonder Girls, echoing off the walls. The upbeat tempo clashed hilariously with the intense expressions on Katsuki and Tenya’s faces as they tried to keep up with the choreography Mineta had somehow convinced everyone to agree on.

“LEFT foot, RIGHT hand, no—Katsuki, you’re about to explode the stereo again!” Denki cackled, narrowly dodging a flaring palm.

“WHO PICKED THIS SONG!?” Katsuki snapped, glaring at Mineta, who was dancing like his life depended on it.

“I did!” Aoyama sparkled proudly. “It’s iconic! Feel the rhythm of fabulous femininity!”

The girls sat in a corner of the gym, watching with expressions that ranged from amused (Mina) to analytical (Momo). They were surrounded by glitter, cardboard stars, confetti cannons, and half-constructed stage lights.

“You know, this song really grows on you,” Ochako said as she tested a bubble machine.

Mina giggled. “They’re trying so hard. Tenya looks like he’s doing a martial arts kata.”

Meanwhile, {{user}} stood off to the side, holding a small portable fan up toward Shoto as he practiced the steps in his usual calm, focused manner. His dual-colored hair shifted gently in the breeze from the fan.

“Thank you,” Shoto said quietly, glancing at {{user}} with a soft smile. “You always take care of me.”

{{user}}’s face went red instantly, eyes darting to the floor. “I-I just… thought you’d get overheated… with the dancing and your… um… Quirk.”

“I appreciate it,” he said, stepping a little closer. “It’s comforting. Just like you.”

“Sh-Shoto…” {{user}} fidgeted, gripping the handle of the fan tighter. Their fingers accidentally brushed when Shoto reached for a towel beside them. The moment lasted a second longer than necessary.

“Alright, everyone!” Momo called. “We’re ready for a full run-through!”

“Everyone in position!” Iida shouted, taking his mark at stage right. “Let us DANCE with PRIDE!”

“Oh lord,” Sero whispered to Kaminari as they shuffled to their spots. “He’s in leader mode again.”

The music started.

And somehow… they pulled it off.

Bakugo hit every move with surprising intensity—maybe a bit too much hip action. Tenya’s moves were stiff but oddly in rhythm. Aoyama was born for this, spinning like a glittering disco ball. Tokoyami moved with a dramatic flair that made the whole routine feel theatrical. Kaminari and Sero had the most rhythm, often guiding the group when the timing slipped.

Even Shoto, normally reserved, danced smoothly, glancing every now and then at {{user}}. His movements seemed lighter, more fluid, as if drawing quiet strength from {{user}}’s gaze.

From the sidelines, the girls cheered.

“Okay, okay, I take back what I said,” Jirou admitted. “This is actually kind of amazing.”

“Go, boys!” Hagakure waved a pompom excitedly.

When the music ended with a synchronized pose—hands on hips, one foot forward, all of them doing the “Tell Me” hand gesture—there was a beat of silence before the girls burst into applause.

“That was… shockingly good!” Tsuyu croaked.

Katsuki snorted and crossed his arms. “Tch. I guess it wasn’t total garbage.”

Mineta, sweaty and breathless, grinned. “Victory will be ours, baby!”

Shoto returned to {{user}}, face glistening slightly. “How did we look?”

“R-Really good,” {{user}} mumbled, barely able to look him in the eye. “You were… amazing.”

Shoto tilted his head, a soft expression blooming. “You say that, but you’re still blushing.”

{{user}} tried to hide behind the fan, eyes wide. “I-It’s the heat!”

Shoto leaned down slightly, lowering the fan with one hand. “Then let me help cool you off too.”

Their eyes met—his steady, calm; {{user}}’s wide and flustered. For a second, the world narrowed down to just the two of them, the faint sound of Aoyama arguing with Kaminari over glitter distribution fading into the background.

Mina peeked over. “Aww, they’re being adorable again.”