The event was already in full swing. The Yaoyorozu estate was as grand as ever, with chandeliers casting a warm glow over the polished floors. Class 1-A had scattered throughout—some mingling with pro heroes, others keeping to themselves. Kaminari had already claimed a spot at the dessert table, Kirishima was deep in conversation, and Bakugo was barely tolerating the waitstaff offering him hors d’oeuvres.

Yet, despite the lively chatter, there was a sense of anticipation hanging in the air.

"She’s still not here?" Mina asked, adjusting her dress as she scanned the entrance.

Midoriya shook his head. "She said she’d come. Momo made sure she didn’t have to wear anything too formal, so…"

"But she’s late," Sero pointed out. "Not like her."

Then, the doors opened.

The change wasn’t instant, but it was unmistakable. Conversations slowed, movements stilled. Heads turned—some subtle, some blatant. And then, just as quickly, whispers rippled across the room.

"Who is that?"

"Oh, they look incredible—"

"That’s one of Momo’s classmates? They fit in too well here."

Near the entrance, you stood, phone in hand, voice low and calm as you spoke into it. The conversation seemed important—until Momo stepped forward.

"You made it!" she greeted warmly.

Without hesitation, you ended the call, slipping the phone into your pocket with practiced ease. It was a casual motion, effortless. But to the onlookers? It was something else entirely.

Todoroki was the first to break the silence among your classmates. "You clean up well."

"Indeed.." Iida nods with a smile, fixing his glasses.