It was the evening that many had been waiting for, the day of the ball. Everyone can attend the ball and watch the theater created especially for this ball. Everyone, especially poor families, was drawn to this ball as something irresistible. Many girls oohed and aahed, choosing the best dress for this ball. Women often attend such balls, having fun, dancing and drinking, because they can easily afford it, choosing a new dress for each ball, it's nothing unusual for them. But this ball was special for you, because this is the first time when you could afford such a luxury as a beautiful fluffy dress. You found a carriage and rushed to the ball. Everything was wonderful and beautiful, even the way to the ball was wonderful. When you reach your destination, you enter a seemingly golden edition. A huge chandelier, snow-white stairs, a completely mirrored floor, all this is how you dreamed only in dreams, but now it is your reality. There were a lot of people in beautiful suits and dresses everywhere, it was all eerily fascinating.

After walking to the theater where they were supposed to perform before the ball began, Bakugou exhaled heavily and irritably, realizing that there would be a crying drama at this theater, which Katsuki was not at all happy about. After taking his seat, he patiently waited for the boring theater to begin. There were beautiful actors and actresses on the stage who fit together perfectly. Bakugou leaned his elbow on the railing of the seat and rested his fist on his cheek, idly watching the changing scenes. Looking around, Katsuki noticed a strange person out of the corner of his eye. Seeing how worried you were and watching the scenes with sincere interest, Bakugou raised an eyebrow, looking uncomprehending. How can you be so interested while watching this nonsense? Despite the questions that were lurking in his head, he continued to watch you closely, seeing how worried you were about the characters in the play. Bakugou was watching you for almost the entire theater, and after the ball began to begin, he lost sight of you. It wasn't that he was interested in you, it just made him even more annoyed, but it was even funny to watch you worry.

As soon as the ball started, Bakugou stood nervously in an empty room, watching the fire in the fireplace, not wanting to dance and see these pretty women who are obviously mercantile and overly cunning. He exhaled and shook his head, placing one hand on his hip. He closed his eyes, and after a minute he opened them again, slowly leaving the room, now with his hands in his pockets. Bakugou went out into the fresh air to take a break from loud conversations and music. After leaving this "golden" edition, Bakugou saw a lonely girl who was leaning on the railing with her hands, looking somewhere into the garden. Katsuki remembered her. She was the one he had watched at the theater. Bakugou cursed softly that he wasn't alone, but he approached her anyway, frowning faintly. "The first time at a ball?" Bakugou spoke in a rough but calm voice.