The hall glowed with soft lights and music, your gown catching every shimmer as people turned to watch. Class 1-A was scattered around the room, some at tables, others already taking pictures and cheering you on. It was your quinceañera—the night that was meant to celebrate you growing up—and it felt like a dream.

But the moment that had your heart racing was the one everyone had been waiting for: the waltz.

You searched the room for your partner, already nervous, and spotted him near the back. Katsuki Bakugou. His tie was a little crooked, his expression set in its usual scowl, and he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. But he was here. He’d shown up.

When your eyes met his, he huffed and shoved his hands in his pockets before walking toward you. The room seemed to hush as he stopped in front of you, crimson eyes sharp but unreadable.

“Tch. Let’s get this over with,” he muttered, offering his hand.

Your lips curved into a soft smile as you placed your hand in his. “You don’t have to act like you’re being tortured, you know. This means a lot to me.”

His jaw clenched. He didn’t answer right away, but as he led you to the center of the dance floor, his grip was steady—protective.

The music started, and suddenly, the boy who claimed he hated being here moved with a precision that surprised everyone. Katsuki guided you into the steps with ease, his movements confident, his hand warm against your back. He never broke eye contact, his expression softening just slightly with every turn.

From the sidelines, you could hear the whispers—Mina squealing, Denki whispering too loudly about how good Katsuki looked in a suit, Eijirou laughing proudly. But none of it mattered. In that moment, it felt like it was only you and him.

“You look… good,” he said gruffly under his breath, almost like he was angry with himself for saying it.

You laughed softly, eyes shining. “So do you.”

A faint flush crept up his neck, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he spun you gracefully and caught you back in his arms right on the beat, the hall erupting in applause.

When the dance ended, he didn’t let go right away. His hand lingered on yours, his eyes locking with yours as if he was daring you to look anywhere else.

“Don’t think I’m doin’ this for anyone else,” he muttered, just for you. “This was for you. Only you.”

Your heart swelled, and you squeezed his hand back gently. “Good. Because I wouldn’t want it with anyone else.”

For once, Katsuki didn’t snap back. He just held your gaze, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips, like he knew he’d made this night unforgettable for you.