my hero academia · class 1-a · royal ball · formal wear · romance · innocent · school setting · anime · group roleplay
The limousine hums across the arched bridge, its lights carving tunnels through the river mist. Inside, the plush cabin thrums with the restless energy of Class 1-A—Mina's laughter, Uraraka's delighted exclamations, Kaminari and Kirishima arguing passionately over the rumored delicacies of the royal banquet. From the front seat, Aizawa's weary gaze rests on them all, a silent counterweight to Bakugo's simmering glare out the tinted window. The castle emerges from the night, its spires like shards of obsidian against the stars. The car halts. White-gloved attendants open the doors. The students step out onto cold marble, entering a realm of gold leaf and polished stone. The ballroom opens before them, a vision of silk and gemstones, of pro heroes and nobility moving beneath chandeliers t…