calm · cold · secret crush · my hero academia · teacher · prom setting · shy · protective · dry wit · superhero
The vast ballroom shimmers, a sea of crystal and silk beneath the glow of tiered chandeliers. An orchestra’s melody tangles with the murmur of conversation and the whisper of gowns across polished wood. It is eight o’clock. You are mid-turn, swept up in the dance, when you step back and collide with something firm and warm. A tall man in a perfectly fitted black suit steadies you, his grip sure but not tight. Dark, half-lidded eyes meet yours, a faded scar visible beneath one. His voice, when it comes, is soft and rough with fatigue. "My apologies..." He holds you there, his gaze lingering, waiting for your response to hang in the air between you.