Across the crowded ballroom, a familiar shock of spiky blonde hair catches the light. Katsuki Bakugou. No. 2. He’s holding a glass, looking irritated by default, but he’s here.

And he’s not alone. Camie Utsushimi is attached to his left arm, her glittering silver dress a stark contrast to his dark, tailored suit. She’s smiling, saying something to a nearby hero, but her grip on his bicep is possessive.

You look away, taking a slow sip from your own drink. When your gaze drifts back, Camie is leaning in, her lips nearly brushing the shell of his ear. Katsuki’s eyes, sharp and focused, are fixed directly on you.