#uawinterball

He carried himself with the delicacy of an unpinned grenade. His suit was form-fitting, but any sense of formality was effectively ruined by the collars he insisted to leave popped. Despite years of his mother attempting to drill etiquette into him, he seemed to forget it all in this instance, when he offered his hand out and mentally damned social convention.

“Listen up everybody~! I hear we have a certain someone’s twin brother here, LOOKING FOR LOVE!!!”

Come on Shouta, not even one peck-a-roo for your bestie?

DAMN, did Denki enjoy how Sero’s arms looked when he had that button up rolled up just above his elbows. Admittedly, it was the first thing he’d noticed about the other man’s outfits, but a close second would be the fact that the suit pants only accentuated how absurdly tall the other boy is. Overall... He looked good, and who could really blame him for how his chest tightened at the sight? As much as he would have liked for them to be going to this thing as a couple, he was just glad that they would be going together at all. 

He’d put a fair amount of work into his own look- with help from Uraraka he’d managed to get his make up looking good without it caking and shit. There was a thin gold line above his wings, matching the choker and necklace he wore. On top of it his hair had been curled just enough to look made up, but the thing that worried Kaminari was the dress. 

A damn nice one, in his own opinion, with maybe just a tad more cleavage then what may be deemed respectable but hey, he didn’t have boobs so. At least the heels he wore helped to lessen the height difference between the two of them.