Midoriya was feeling down.

Not that he hadn't had a good night, a great night even. It's just that the dim lights, the slow music, and how late it was had him feeling all sorts of down.

He sat in a chair that was off to the side in the common room of Class 1A's dorm, the entire room having been emptied for the event.

They had begged Aizawa for a prom night. It just seemed so easy to plan when they were already all living together, and Yaoyorozu had offered to help make and fund the event. Most everybody had been on board from the start, and anybody that hadn't been had found themselves thoroughly convinced the closer it was to the event.

They had danced, Kaminari had spiked the punch (he had apparently convinced that Shinso kid from General Studies to brainwash the cashier into letting them purchase alcohol), there had been gossip and drama…

Really, everything Midoriya had thought prom would be, based off the American teenager movies and shows he had watched.

The only thing he hadn't anticipated was not having a date. He had thought about asking Uraraka to be his date, just as a cover. Just as friends.

He would never be brave enough to ask his real crush to prom, though he had silently hoped his crush would ask him instead.

So here he was, the last slow dance of the evening, and everybody was either paired up on the dance floor, or had already turned in for the night.

And he sat alone, his elbows on his knees, staring at his shoes as he hunched over in his chair.

If he had known that he would unwillingly have his heart broken and heavy during prom, he may have just stayed in his room.

He heaved out a sigh, and then he saw shoes approach next to him. He glanced up, fully prepared to fight Kacchan on whatever bullshit he was about to spew about him being a loser with no date, to find a very different face.

A very beautiful face.

Todoroki had his hand held out to him, a gentle look in his eyes and his back straight. He looked like the epitome of pure elegance in his black tux and deep red bow tie. Midoriya felt his heart speed up.

“May I have this dance, Izuku?” The two-toned boy asked, barely loud enough to hear over the music. Midoriya blinked up at him softly, then slowly lifted his hand to rest in Todoroki's.

He allowed himself to be gently tugged out onto the dancefloor by his crush. The one he had longed to be held close by all night. The one he would have given anything to be his date.

Todoroki kept Midoriya's hand in his own, pulling him close by softly placing his other hand on Midoriya's hip, bringing their bodies flush together.

Midoriya felt himself blush, leaning forward to hide his face in the other boy's shoulder.

Todoroki leaned forward to whisper in Midoriya's ear, “Don't hide your face. You're gorgeous.” Midoriya couldn't help the grin that spread across his face, and he nuzzled deeper into Todoroki's collar, allowing the other boy to lead.

They gently swayed back and forth until the song was over, then reluctantly pulled away. When they found that they were the only ones left, Midoriya felt his face flush.

Todoroki made his way over to the speakers, and another song began playing. This song was soft and slow, much like the one before. He briskly walked back over to Midoriya, wasting no time in pulling the boy close again, continuing to sway, allowing them to become enveloped in everything about one another. How sweet they smelled, how warm they felt, the glint in each other's eyes as they stared deeply into each other's gaze.

Midoriya was on fire.

Todoroki leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Midoriya's forehead.

“We should turn in for the night,” he whispered.

“One more dance?” Midoriya replied, blushing deeply, but never breaking eye contact.

“Anything for you, love,” came the reply.

Maybe, just maybe, prom wasn't so bad after all.