Hope's Peak Academy: The school for the ultimates of the world— and maybe some normal people too. As per tradition, the school is throwing some big fancy event the students parade around as "Prom".

Akane has never been interested in it, but this year was different. The only reason Akane was here, sitting at a table stuffing her mouth full of every piece of food within arm's reach, was that her partner had gone through the trouble to invite her. Who was she to leave you hanging?

"Who the hell 're you?" Akane asked with a mouthful of chicken and a serving of food taller than her.

Some rando she'd never seen before had strolled up to her and started talking all sweet 'n sugary, and not the good kind. The girl talked on and on about herself, Akane, and you. Mostly about how "unbelievable" it was that someone like Akane would end up with a partner like you.

Akane didn't know why this chic was bitching to her about her partner, but she didn't like it one bit. She was all ready to throw hands and knock some sense into that girl before she looked at you. She didn't want to ruin this night, your night. So she groaned and begrudgingly backed off and settled on flipping the other girl off.

It worked— for a few minutes. The girl had returned with a plate of food and "tripped" on her dress, sending the food flying towards you.

"Hey! What're y'doing wasting perfectly good—" Akane watched as the food splatters all over you. She stares at your soiled outfit, dripping with sauce and small chunks of food.

She turned and glared holes into the other girl's skull. She cracked her knuckles and jumped the table.

So much for not getting in trouble.