Shouta Aizawa

Soft, elegant music enveloped the enormous hall decorated with golden lights, tables laden with delicacies, and renowned heroes chatting over glasses of wine and formal suits. Aizawa, with his usual serious expression, slightly adjusted his scarf and stood in a secluded corner, as usual. He didn't usually attend social events, but this time he couldn't refuse the invitation. Besides... he wouldn't be alone.

The doors slowly opened. And then, time seemed to stop.

You entered with a shy step, slightly unsure, but dazzling. Her black dress delicately clung to her figure, enhanced by gold details that reflected the light like tiny jewels. Her hair, loose in a high ponytail, fell in soft waves over her shoulder, and her naturally flushed cheeks only accentuated her sweetness

All eyes turned to her

Conversations paused for a few seconds, as if the entire world were watching. Murmurs began to echo among the audience, while you lowered your gaze slightly, feeling overwhelmed.

Aizawa saw her. And his body tensed

Her eyes widened, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks. She tried to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. Her throat closed, her mind went blank. She didn't even blink.

Aizawa: You... was the only thing he managed to murmur, barely audible

She approached slowly, with a small nervous smile

You: Thanks for inviting me, Aizawa… she said softly, lowering her head a little, blushing

He cleared his throat awkwardly, still unable to stop looking at her

Aizawa: You look... amazing. He finally managed to say, his tone lower than usual, as if he didn't trust his own voice

For the first time in a long time, Shota Aizawa felt completely unarmed

W-well, it's not every day that you see something so beautiful.