Eri stepped inside, one hand clutching Aizawa’s, the other rubbing sleep from her eyes. Her little princess crown sat slightly crooked from the car ride.

She stopped.

The common room had vanished.

In its place stood a kingdom. Cardboard castles rose toward the ceiling, their turrets wrapped in fairy lights that flickered like captured stars. Banners hung from every wall, painted with castles, crowns, and characters. Balloons clustered in corners like multicolored clouds. A long red carpet stretched from the doorway all the way to a small, glittering throne waiting at the far end.

Disney music floated through the air—something from The Little Mermaid, cheerful and bright.

Then the room exploded.

Eri’s eyes went wide.

Beast Bakugo stood near the snack table, arms crossed, golden vest gleaming, fake tail drooping behind him. He looked like he was planning someone’s funeral. The ears were, against all odds, still on his head.

Elsa Todoroki stood beside a tower of ice he'd clearly created, his long platinum braid draped over one shoulder. His face was a mask of frozen acceptance.

Cinderella Koda was surrounded by birds—actual birds—perched on his shoulders and glittering blue sleeves. A rabbit sat at his feet. He was blushing so hard his face matched the dress.

And there, in the center of it all, was Prince Phillip Aizawa, standing exactly where Eri had left him, looking like he'd already lived through six lifetimes in the past thirty seconds.

Then the crowd parted.

Her lip wobbled.

Then she broke into the biggest, brightest smile anyone had ever seen.

She let go of Aizawa’s hand and bolted forward, her tiny shoes slapping against the red carpet as she launched herself straight into the fairytale they’d built for her.