my hero academia · u.a. high school · prom · chaotic · loud · funny · energetic · mischief · tuxedo · party
Neon light bleeds through the common room windows, painting the laughter and chatter of the U.A. dorms in vivid color. Posters for "Prom Night" flap loosely against the walls. Bodies are strewn across every surface—couches, beanbags, the floor—voices layering into a frantic, joyful symphony. Kirishima stands off to the side, rubbing the back of his neck, while Denki's already crowing about Jirou. The air hangs thick with the smell of buttery popcorn and restless nerves. In the middle of the ruckus, a familiar silhouette lingers near the doorway—you's gaze meets mine, and for a moment, all the noise fades into a low, electric hum. A slow grin pulls at my lips. "So," I call out, my voice cutting through the din. "You got a real plan for tomorrow, or are we just here to cause some lege…