The Class That Cried Werewolf

🎥Two Heroes: Part 2

A/N: Before diving into this chapter, I highly recommend checking out the updated version of the previous chapter (As of 2/15/24) if you haven't already. (Newcoming readers can ignore this message)

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-Tatsuya's POV-

After meticulously freshening up and donning my formal attire—a crisp white shirt, patterned tie, a well-fitted vest, trousers, and a tailored jacket—I embarked on my journey towards the central tower. As I navigated the streets, the evening air bore a certain formality, mirroring the anticipation of the upcoming reception. However, just as I approached the entrance, the familiar chime of my phone interrupted the quiet ambiance.

Glancing at the caller ID, I raised an eyebrow, slightly perplexed. I answered the call, only to be greeted by Iida's booming voice, his urgency cutting through the line. I winced at the volume, pulling the phone away from my ear. "What are you doing, Akiba?! It's way past when you were supposed to be here!"

"Calm down, Iida. I'm across the street," I reassured, annoyance lacing my tone. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I added, "I'll be there in a few seconds," and swiftly ended the call before he could interject again.

With a resigned sigh, I reached the entrance of the building, muttering to myself, "Let's get this show on the road." As I passed through the body scanner, its soft hum marking the beginning of the security check, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation for the evening's events.

Once through the scanner, the doors opened, revealing the familiar faces of Todoroki, Iida, Mineta, and Kaminari. "Sorry I'm late, guys," I admitted, a faint smile on my lips.

"This is shameful!" Iida exclaimed, a note of slight annoyance coloring his tone. "U.A. students aren't supposed to be late!"

Amidst Iida's reprimand, I shifted uncomfortably, my fingers instinctively tugging at the collar of my shirt, seeking a bit of breathing space from its constriction around my collarbone.

"Don't do that, Akiba!" Iida's tone turned stern as he swiftly slapped my hand away. "Stretching the collar will ruin the suit!"

"Well, excuse me for trying to get comfortable, princess!" I quipped, unable to suppress my frustration. "Formal clothes make me feel muggy!"

The melodic chime of the scanners resonated through the room, diverting our attention to the door. A collective gaze followed as the entrance revealed Izuku, clad in a maroon suit, beige dress shirt, and his signature red sneakers. He hastened toward us with an apologetic expression. "Sorry about that, you guys...?" he trailed off, his eyes scanning the area in confusion. "Uh, where is everyone?"

"They're not here yet! Does a proper meeting time mean nothing to you people?!" Iida scolded, gesticulating with vigorous hand chops.

Rolling my eyes at Iida's theatrics, the doors slid open again, unveiling Uraraka adorned in a pink and white dress complemented by black leggings and red heelies. "Sorry, we're late! It took us a while to get ready," she apologized, a nervous expression gracing her features as she rubbed the back of her head.

Beside her was Hagakure, donning a charming pink dress accentuated by crisp white leggings that complemented the matching gloves. The jacket elegantly draped over her shoulders, while the form-fitting top boasted a modest neckline adorned with a delicate rose trim near the waist. Below, a ruffled skirt cascaded gracefully, tied with a ribbon that added a whimsical touch.

Despite Hagakure's body being invisible, the sight of her dress stirred a myriad of indescribable emotions within me. It was as though the flutter of a thousand delicate wings unfurled in my chest, the inaugural dance of emotions igniting like a kaleidoscope of sensations. Nerves and excitement intertwined in an enchanting waltz, swirling in the depths of my stomach, while a garden of butterflies seemed to awaken, their wings stirring with an ethereal symphony that momentarily stole my breath.