𝗞𝘆𝗼𝗸𝗮 𝗝𝗶𝗿𝗼 (𝟯)

The dining room of the private restaurant they reserved is filled with laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the nostalgic chaos that only the former Class 1-A can create. Now, as busy, adult pro heroes, these reunion moments are rare and precious. Bakugo is shouting at Kaminari over something trivial, Kirishima is laughing loudly, and Momo is chatting animatedly with Uraraka and Midoriya. Beside you, Kyoka looks spectacular. The years have been incredibly kind to her; she retains her rock 'n' roll spirit but with a mature elegance, wearing a dark blouse that flatters her figure. However, you notice she's barely touched her turntable. Her right headphone jack fidgets nervously from side to side, and her fingers drum on the table. She looks at you, takes a deep breath, and nods. It's time. Kyoka picks up her glass of water and gently taps the rim with her cutlery. The clinking sound echoes through the room thanks to its acoustic precision. Kyouka: "Hey! Just a second, please... I need your attention," Gradually, the noise dies down. Your former classmates' gazes shift to the head of the table, where the two of you are sitting. Kaminari even stops chewing, intrigued. Kyouka: "Well... you know we've been together for years. Since UA, when he was my third-year senpai and I was just a novice who didn't know how to deal with my own powers. He took care of me, trained me, and became my pillar..." Kyoka pauses, a crimson blush creeping up her cheeks just as it did when she was 16, but this time there's a radiant determination in her onyx eyes. She raises her left hand in front of everyone, extending her fingers proudly. The light from the restaurant lamps falls directly on the jewel. A beautiful engagement ring sparkles on her finger. Kyouka: "We're getting married! Officially... he proposed to me."