My Hero Rumi X OC Gambit: First Impression

Chapter 8

The largest party he’d ever been to was a birthday party where his whole class had joined in on. He wore a T-shirt that said ‘Rock’ to that one. This was on another level of magnitude.

Everything was white, red, gold, or black. Red curtains reached the base of the vaulted glass ceiling that let in the dark night sky. Chandeliers that looked like stars frozen in place dangled far above the main floor that was so well waxed that it could easily double as a mirror, basking everything in a warm glow. A carnival of dishes rested on a pure white table cloth that lined the walls only breaking for hallways and curtains before ending at a large empty stage right next to the band his favourite he noticed how they managed to get One Ok Rock to play baffled him but he wasn't complaining.

Even the people were a sight to behold, all the women were in dresses that cost more than his apartment, and chances are most of the men had on a watch that was more expensive than his suit was.

It all felt so very rich, and he felt out of place. Where was the punch bowl?

A giant banner spanned the entrance proclaiming “Shinra Electric Power Company ” to all those that entered. Which was helpful because neither he nor Rumi knew where they were going outside that it was a charity ball. But the Shinra Electric Power Company was one of those giant electric companies that also dabbled in charity work which assisted youths with everything from housing to college tuitions.

In the years since its conception, the charity had quickly become one of the largest and most trusted in the country. Publicly, he endorsed them, privately he read a Wikipedia page on them - he knew Endeavour & All Might endorsed them as well so they had to be trustworthy.

Was it bad form? Yes, yes it was. But they were on the same side, both heroes and charities saved people, just in different ways. Besides he was too nervous trying to wrap his head around the fact that he had a technically not technically a date that was a date but also wasn’t really a date-date with Rumi who looked so good in her purple dress that it was like he was going through puberty again and remembering that hey, he liked girls.

How had he gone from thinking that Rumi had a crush on him, to having a crush on her?

The entire trip over here, from the first steps down her stairs to the long elevator ride to the ballroom had been filled with a sense of wonder that led his ears humming and his heart pumping. It was just like in high school, where the sensation made it almost impossible to speak to most girls. But he wasn’t the same person he was then.

By the end of the night, he was going to ask her out. Formally! Probably. Maybe. Hopefully. Or maybe he should just wait until-

“Wow!” Rumi spun around on her feet so that her skirt fluttered briefly, taking in every single site in one go. Her smile growing with every step. She stopped in front of him, leaning forward so that her chest fell against his and she grabbed his hands looking up at him with sparkling “Light! Are you seeing this? It's so big! And flashy! Wait what are we supposed to do here?”

Her smile made it easy to ignore the odd looks they were getting from a few of the older guests. Then it all came down once his mind finally finished processing Rumi’s smile. “What?” He whispered holding her hands up, eyes wide. “I thought you knew what to do?”

“I don’t know, I read online but I don’t know what special guests are supposed to do! It sounded fun!” She did not pick up that he was trying to keep things lower, that or her enthusiasm kept her constantly excited and ready to burst if she lowered her volume even the slightest bit. “But as cute as you are nervous, remember you’re the number four pro hero! A couple of charity people shouldn’t be that big of a deal right?”