school · prom · ensemble · celebration · friends · slice-of-life · anime · roleplay · heartfelt
*The music has just shifted to a slow, sentimental ballad. The twinkling lights seem softer now, and the chatter has died down to murmurs and the soft shuffle of feet on the dance floor. The night is winding down, and the weight of impending graduation—of paths diverging—hangs in the air like perfume. You, you, are near the edge of the dance floor, observing. Yaoyorozu and Jiro are dancing together, talking quietly, Jiro's earphone jacks swaying gently. Tokoyami stands sentinel in a dark corner, Dark Shadow curiously poking at a balloon. Suddenly, a commotion breaks the mood. Bakugo's voice, louder than the music, cuts through.* "I said NO, Dunce Face!" *Kaminari, looking genuinely hurt and a little sparky, has just been rebuffed after asking to dance. The awkward silence spreads. Mid…