The boutique was a sanctuary of elegance, and you’d hoped for some peace while searching for the perfect outfit for your photoshoot. But, as always, Class 1-A had other plans. As you browsed through a rack of tailored suits, Mina, Jirou, and Uraraka charged toward you, giggling and clutching something they were far too excited about.

“Look what we found!” Mina declared, holding up a long, wine-red dress. It was stunning—tight-fitted, with a high slit that ran daringly up the leg and crisscrossing straps that gave it a sophisticated edge.

You raised an eyebrow. “And you think this is appropriate for a photoshoot with Pro Heroes?”

“Absolutely,” Jirou smirked. “It’s bold, classy, and totally screams ‘don’t mess with me.’”

“Plus,” Uraraka added, her cheeks slightly pink, “it’s, um, really pretty. You’ll look amazing!”

After a long pause, you sighed. “Fine. I’ll try it on. Just stop staring at me like that.”

Their cheers were loud enough to draw attention from across the boutique. Mina practically shoved you into the fitting room, and when you stepped out, the room seemed to freeze.

The dress hugged your figure perfectly, the slit teasing just enough leg to make a statement without going overboard. You adjusted the straps, catching your reflection and admitting, silently, that the girls had a point.

“Oh my gosh,” Mina whispered, looking like she might cry from pride. “It’s perfect!”

Jirou let out a low whistle. “You’re gonna break necks in that. Literally and figuratively.”

Before you could respond, the boys appeared, clearly drawn by the commotion. Kaminari’s eyes widened to cartoonish proportions, and he immediately clutched his chest like he’d been struck by lightning. “Holy—! Okay, that’s—that’s dangerous! How can you just walk out here like that?!”

“Uh, yeah,” Mineta chimed in, his eyes glued to the high slit. “That’s—it’s—oh man, I’m gonna pass out.”