Mr. Aizawa was asleep on the couch, unaware of Tomura being in the same room as him—typing away on the chunky keyboard of Aizawa's IBM computer that still used Windows 3.0 and a dial-up modem. Aizawa was so old-fashioned that he was still using a dial-up modem that charged internet time by the minute.

Ugh, this computer is slower than All Might's love life. Maybe if I turn it to dust, Aizawa will buy a new one.

Around that time, Dabi stepped through the open window with his hand in a bag of Lays Chicken & Waffle-flavored chips.

"Hey."

"Oh, great. What do you want, raisin?" Tomura rasped, his anxiety meter rocketing up at the thought of raisins.

"Get a job, you lazy bum. Come work with the League of Villains again and stop being a scrounge. We need you!"

"Dabi, don't be jealous that I've been chatting online with babes all day. Besides, we both know that I'm training to be a fashion designer."

"Since when, Tomura? You have the worst fashion style of all time."

"That's why I need to be trained!"

"How? By sitting in your Ariana Grande sweats and filling up on Chex Mix?"

"Shut up, Dabi. You don't even know what you're talkin' bout!"

"Yeah, I do. I'm lookin' at you!"

Tomura rose up from his chair, letting the crumbs of Chex Mix avalanche into the keyboard from his thank u, next t-shirt.

"What happened to you?" asked Dabi. "You used to be Japan's most wanted!"

Tomura plopped on the floor and crawled up the stairs. "Hush. I'm gonna take a bubble bath now."

"And after that?"

"I'm too tired to think about the future!"

Tomura flopped toward the bathroom and shut the door. He still had his Ziplock bag of Chex Mix with him.

"I see you're more pathetic than the rumors were saying about you." Dabi stormed up and burst through the bathroom door, causing Tomura to scream. So, he snatched his bag of Chex Mix and continued, "I'm doing this for your own good. You need help. More than I can give you."

Tomura was hissing in the corner. "I don't have a problem!! Now hand back the Chex!"

"You need to be quarantined! You're an absolute wreck."

"I used to kill heroes but now that I'm just chilling out in sweats having a normal life, you think I'm insane?"

"Well, yes."

"Makes sense."

Tomura then fell down the stairs, probably dying inside. Dabi only facepalmed.

I couldn't believe it. The dance was tonight! I hope I wouldn't screw it up for myself. This was the night of my life! I was so excited that Zac Efron from High School Musical popped out of me and started singing, 'A Night To Remember'.

After that weirdness, Tomura walked in with his hair pulled back in a greasy ponytail and his Aquaman pajamas. His head looked like an egg. "Hey, (Y/N). I can do your hair. And I've watched a lot of James Charles. I could totally do your makeup too."

"No thanks, I choose life."

He put his French fry in his cup of yogurt and replied, "Who else would you trust besides me?"

"Someone who's not gonna cause my hair to fall out when they touch it! Now go wash your hair or something!"

"I just did. In KFC chicken oil. It gives it extra body." He then left.

Weirdo. So, I spawned James Charles using my Quirk and let him do my hair. I don't know if he did hair, but who cares?

Finally, my limo arrived. I didn't realize Katsuki was so generous to rent one. I sighed at the thought of it just being the two of us. But when the doors opened, I was so wrong.

"Hey!" they all greeted at once. Every guy was in there, sitting with their date. Katsuki was in the corner, fuming. So, I went inside and sat beside him. When the doors closed, I looked around at my surroundings.

"I rented the limo but all these cheapskates were already in it by the time it pulled up to my house!" Katsuki muttered. "Apparently, Mineta had called the limo company earlier and had rerouted it."

"Oh, it's fine," I lied.

After a silence, Deku rolled down his window and tossed his All Might action figure—which was tied to a string—out the window, and started reeling it in like a worm on a hook. After the third toss, Katsuki exploded the action figure midair at which point Deku cried like a baby the rest of the way.

"STOP THAT! WHATEVER YOU'RE DOING—JUST STOP!!" Katsuki roared.

"THAT WAS A TENTH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL EDITION!! I HAD TO EAT THROUGH FIVE-HUNDRED BOXES OF WHEATIES TO GET ENOUGH BOXTOPS TO ORDER IT!"

"THEN WHY WERE YOU THROWING IT OUT THE WINDOW!?"

Denki laughed, "You obviously didn't eat five-hundred boxes of Wheaties, string bean."

"Guys! Stop fighting!" Momo tried objecting. "Also, if I may ask—what is wrong with your tuxedos?"

I saw that my date Katsuki was wearing a black-and-white pinstripe mob boss zoot suit. He looked like he was about to rob a bank or something. "Katsuki, what in Sam's hill are you wearing?"

"Best Jeanist hates me," he fumed. "And he gave me this stupid fedora. I'm not Perry the Platypus! Oi, Icy-Hot! Hand me your tux!"

Everyone screamed, "NONONONO!!! DON'T DO THAT IN FRONT OF US!"

"Wait till we get to the gym," said Fumikage.

Shouto looked down at his dashing white tux with red vest and bowtie. "No way, I'm not looking like someone from The Godfather."

"Katsuki, you look fine," I tried reassuring.

Mineta then said, "You can switch with me."

Katsuki said, "Shut up, extra! Even if you did fit me—I don't do purple sequin!"

Jirou then asked her date Denki, "Do you like my dress?"

He responded in a daze with drool running from his mouth, while giving a thumbs up. "Yeah, your dress is the most beautiful shade of (F/C)~"

"THAT'S THE COLOR (Y/N)'S WEARING!" she snapped.

"Yeyyyy. . ." was all Denki could say. He must have overloaded his circuits while gawking at me.

Eijiro was without a date, but still as happy as ever—at least on the outside. "Bakugou! You got really lucky. Really lucky." Then he turned to me. "Maybe you could save me a dance later, (Y/N)~"

I could feel the rage radiating off Katsuki's aura. He probably could have exploded the entire world at that moment. "ALL OF YOU GUYS BACK OFF AND STOP PRESSURING MY QUEEN EXPLOSION MURDER!! SHE ASKED ME, NOT YOU! I WAS THE ONE WHO GAVE HER THE UNICORN!!!!!"

"Okay, ka-boomer," scoffed Denki.

The entire ride, the guys stared at me like I was a new Lambo just sitting in their front yard. Mineta persistently reached over to touch the skirt of my dress, asking, "Wow, is that Egyptian cashmere? Can I feel it?"

"BACK OFF, HOSER!" Katsuki hissed, hunching over and glaring at him.

"Mineta stop being such a sleaze," Jirou told him.

"I'm not a sleaze, I'm just misunderstood~"

"Yeah, half of the time I can barely understand you with that speech impediment," Hanta replied.

Shouto threatened in a low voice, "You'll become frozen grape juice if you keep that up."

After that disaster, the limo pulled up to the gymnasium where the dance was being held. When the doors opened, Katsuki helped me out of the vehicle and put out his arm for me to hold. We linked them and strutted toward the entrance of the building. I peered over my shoulder to see my friends still at the limo. Eijiro stepped out in a dapper, burgundy tuxedo with a black dress shirt and. . .bright red Crocs. I nearly got eyestrain from the visual.

"(Y/N), you're so hot—it almost activated my Quirk cuz I'm sweatin' real bad," Katsuki said with dab.

"Always you and your nitroglycerin."

"Now, excuse me while I steal Monoma's tux." Katsuki stormed after Monoma who was just arriving and began beating him up.

As I was waiting for Katsuki to finish his fight, Deku approached me.

"Hey, (Y/N)! Where's your date?"

"Oh, he's just body-slamming Monoma into the sidewalk."

Deku smirked. "Well, want me to walk you in~?"

"Sure."

All the sudden, Deku lifted me up in a princess carry and carried me over the threshold of the gym.

I asked him," Are you sure I'm not too heavy. . .?"

He answered, "You're a lot lighter than the junk I hauled off on the beach for All Might."

Whatever that meant.

The interior looked so cheesy because the theme of the dance was 'All Might'. It was weird seeing my deadbeat dad everywhere. There were posters, cardboard cutouts, party favors, and balloons with his smiling face plastered everywhere. It was like he was in love with himself. Deku, on the other hand, thought it was hip. But to make matters worse—the photographer had a creepy, life-sized, wax figure of All Might as a prop for the photoshoot with a picture of the city as the backdrop. It looked like a picture taken off someone's iPhone.

Deku placed me down and fanboyed over the pictures of All Might, practically squealing with glee. "Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! (Y/N), please take your picture with me!! Oh, please!!"

After he begged me and held onto my knee for five minutes, I finally gave in. Right before it was our turn to get our picture taken, Katsuki stormed over and pulled Deku up by his ruffled front shirt collar.

"BACK OFF, NERD-BOMBER!! SHE ASKED ME TO THE DANCE, NOT YOU! IF ANYONE'S GETTIN' THEIR PICTURE TAKE WITH (Y/N)—IT'S ME!" He then looked up for the first time to see the All Might backdrop. "NO WAY I'M HAVIN' DONALD TRUMP IN MY PROM PICTURE!!"

"BUT IT'S ALL MIGHT!!" Deku cried.

"THEY BOTH HAVE YELLOW HAIR WITH A BAD TAN, I SEE NO DIFFERENCE."

At that moment, he pushed the posing couple out of the way and blew the wax figure of All Might to the ceiling and it stuck there for a few minutes. It looked like one of Shishkikura's meatballs now.

"You blew my dad to the ceiling!" I laughed. "Could you do that to him in real life?"

"I could, but I can't go back to juvie. Not again."

When it was Katsuki's and my turn, we stood in front of the backdrop that now looked burnt thanks to him. He placed a hand around my waist and I did a peace sign. But before the photographer could take the picture, Mirio, who was the one who Katsuki pushed out of the way, started tapping the photographer's shoulder obnoxiously.

"Sorry, guys. But you need to get back in line. It was this guy's turn next," the photographer told us.

Mirio said, "Yeah, he promised me I could go before you two."

I tried to be accommodating, but Katsuki had had enough. So, he accosted the two and roared, "I DON'T CARE WHO PROMISED YOU WHAT! BUT I'M STANDIN' HERE WITH MAH ARM WRAPPED AROUND MAH GIRL AND I WANT THE STUPID PICTURE!"

"But I was in line!" Mirio argued.

"YOU'RE JUST BREATHING DOWN THE PHOTOGRAPHER'S NECK, THAT AIN'T A LINE!!"

I quickly blended into the background, embarrassed. But still heard Katsuki's bellowing from the other side of the room.

"IF YOU AIN'T TAKIN' MAH PICTURE—THEN YOU'RE NOT TAKING NOBODY'S PICTURE!!!" Katsuki snatched the camera from the photographer's hands, threw it up in the air, and shot an explosion at it until it stuck to the All Might wax figure.

The photographer looked like he was about to cry and said, "YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO PAY FOR THAT!"

"CHARGE IT TO MY PARENT'S BILL AND GET LOST!" Katsuki then stormed off, satisfied with himself.

I awkwardly sipped some punch from my plastic cup and tried to act as if nothing happened. But it only got even more awkward.

Tenya, who still looked aggravated because I had ditched him on our date, approached me. "(Y/N)!" He chopped the air with his arms.

"Uh. . .yeah?"

"I realize I should have opened the door for you at the restaurant. And I should have never taken you to a placed named after garbage in French. Please forgive me. I did not know the meaning of the restaurant. My French tutor would have been disappointed in me. I only know fifteen languages, but it's no excuse for not knowing the meaning of poubelle!"

I responded, "It's okay. Maybe we could go out some other time to a normal place."

"I know I may not look like it, but I am actually quite a good kisser. . .at least I could be if a girl would ever give me the chance to show her."

I loudly slurped my punch.

"Do. . .you want to be that girl?" he proposed.

"Well, I did bring a date here. . .but he's blowing up people right now."

"I can treat you better than him. You deserve so much better." So, he grabbed me in his arms, dipped me down to the floor, and placed his lips firmly on mine. I was leaning so far back, I thought he would drop me. But his strong arms held me tight. My mind raced fast and furiously. Then just like that, he lifted me back up and placed me gently back on my feet.

I was at a loss for words.

Tenya remarked, "Now that's good stuff." And walked off.

Wow, that was something else. I froze in place, flabbergasted and not knowing what to think.