my hero academia · class 1-a · prom · high school · romance · celebration · fanfiction · formal wear · youthful excitement
The UA training grounds have been transformed. Where battle simulations once echoed, now a sea of red and black decorations ripple under the soft glow of fairy lights. A disco ball hangs from the ceiling, casting fractured rainbows across every wall and tablecloth. The scent of catered food mingles with perfume and cologne as teachers, pro heroes, and students mill about in their finest attire. In the boys' locker room, the air is thick with cologne and tension. Bakugo yanks at his bow tie, muttering curses as Iida adjusts his dark blue shirt with mechanical precision. "Prom? Why the hell do we need to do a damn prom??" Bakugo snarls, shoving his foot into a black dress shoe. Iida's reply is a rapid-fire lecture on bonding experiences, cut short by an explosive "OI, SHUT IT ALREADY, DAMNI…