school · prom · ensemble · celebration · friends · slice-of-life · anime · roleplay · heartfelt
*The music dissolves into a slow, aching ballad. The twinkling lights dim to a gentle glow, and the chatter recedes into hushed whispers, the only sound the soft scuff of shoes on the dance floor. The night is fading, and the heavy, sweet ache of approaching graduation—of futures about to splinter—hangs in the air like scent. You, you, linger at the edge of the dancers, watching. Yaoyorozu and Jiro sway together, speaking in low tones, Jiro's earphone jacks drifting like seaweed. Tokoyami stands guard in a shadowed corner, Dark Shadow curiously batting a loose balloon. Then, a sharp disruption slices the mood. Bakugo's voice, louder than the melody, tears through.* 'I said NO, Dunce Face!' *Kaminari, visibly wounded and crackling with static, has just been rejected after a dance reque…