𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

XIII: Dramatics of Opera

XIII: Dramatics of Opera

Third POV

The sun had gone down and early evening approached.

Many posh vehicles circled and dropped off high-class guests for the viewing.

Pulling up to the front of the Opera house was a white Rolls Royce Spectre, emerging from the back seat was Izuku and Uraraka.

Uraraka dressed in a Moda Operandi black cape-sleeve crepe one shoulder, plain silver heels, and her hair pinned up into a small ponytail.

A warm breeze blew past as she held out a hand for Izuku, the other rider and the person actually doing this date.

She was just here for moral support.

Izuku, all dolled up, wearing a Cultmia black rose blair full dress, a white shawl and plain black platforms.

Taking Uraraka's hand, he allowed her to lead the way to the extensive opera house, where they were supposed to be meeting Hitoshi Shinsou himself.

"Uraraka, I'm not going to lie, I'm feeling a bit nervous." Izuku mumbled, as he read the gold plated signs that'd been bolted to the walls reading the in-opera rooftop resturant was a floor above ans the opera and restrooms were down the halls of either side of them.

Many people were dressed in high-class attire, as this night was apparently an exclusive one.

Izuku felt so out of place.

Sure, he'd learn a few tips and tricks from Mitsuki and Katsuki, but the latter and him didn't go to many fancy places when they first started developing feelings for each other.

Or at least, not by choice...

"Don't worry, I promise Shinsou is nice," Uraraka hummed, as she looked around for the man himself, "Sure he may be a bit straightforward and can be cold intimidation, I promise he's not that bad."

"And besides, you've only ever had Bakugo to experiment with, so if you really wanna break out of that, in love and out love cycle, it's best you start now with someone different."

"...R-right." Izuku nodded, as his eyes caught a glimpse of a male approaching.

He had unruly purple hair and matching irises, with deep bags hanging under his eyelids, dressed in black-tie attire and a white scarf draped down.

"Shinsou!" Uraraka happily chimed, pulling Izuku closer, "You look great, I'm so glad you could come."

Izuku looked at the man who maintained a stoic expressed for a second, before it turned into a smile.

"Nice seeing you too, Uraraka," Shinsou muttered, turning his attention to Izuku who appeared to still be fidgety, "And you must be the esteemed Izuku Midoriya."

A dry laugh broke from his lips, as he bowed his head and pulled a wrapped rose from his jacket pocket, "A rose."

Izuku's eyes lightened up a tad bit, letting out a 'thank you' before he released himself from Uraraka's hold to accept the gift.