The low hum of conversation rippled through the banquet hall as students filed in, the warm glow of chandeliers reflecting off polished wooden floors. Long tables lined the room, decorated with small arrangements of seasonal flowers, and the distant clink of glasses and plates drifted from the open bar near the back wall.

Across the hall, near one of the tall windows overlooking the darkened campus grounds, a familiar head of dual-colored hair stood apart from the crowd. Shoto Todoroki held a glass of something non-alcoholic, gaze fixed on the night sky rather than the celebration around him.

And you stepped inside.