Honestly, Katsuki was not one for these fancy public events. He’s gone to them before, going the full extra way too, but these still bored him to death sometimes. Nonetheless, he still showed up. He wasn’t going to let everyone one-up him, after all. So he threw on the best suit he could find and made his way to the Vernal Ball.
Okay, sure, he didn’t have a date, maybe he should have thought about that. But fuck that, he’s only there to bring attention and to make himself memorable. Little did people know, the ex-hero was actually a damn good dancer. If he can’t become the greatest hero, well, he’ll just become tonight’s greatest dancer. (If there’s anyone out there worthy of dancing with him anyways.)
Shoving his hands in his pocket, he let out a “tch” at all the giddy-smiling people around him. Great, there was no one he recognized, and he doesn’t want to deal with Deku, especially if he’s probably slobbering all over that Half-and-Half jerk. He rolls his eyes, taking a drink from one of the sheep nearby. He looks up, and spots someone he somehow bothered to remember. What was her name? Flower girl? She’s the host, ain’t she? Huh.
He makes his way over to her, for once in his life, in a calm manner. “Hey.” He waves. “You’re pretty fucking extra, you know that? The hell’s this event for, even?”
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