Across the crowded ballroom, you can see Katsuki Bakugou standing near a marble column. He’s in a sharp, black suit, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a champagne flute he hasn’t touched. He’s listening to Kaminari with a look of profound disinterest.

A woman in a silver dress approaches him. She doesn’t get too close. She says something. Kaminari grins and takes a step back, melting into the crowd.