Izuku should've known from the start that taunting a villain in their own home was a foolish idea, a masquerade ball in the luxurious mansion that was used as a base. With a soft breath and her anxiety running at an all time high she entered, a long green dress with a tracker inside and a mask over her face she entered. She looked around the huge party hall and kept her eyes and ears open for any signs of danger, flinching feeling a hand suddenly touch her which she tried to push away.
Then feeling arms around her shoulders where the invasive hand suddenly left, turning her head to face the stranger who helped her, her target. She was frozen in place, until the same hands that had killed hundreds stroked across her cheek. "Would you like to dance?" Before her brain could process, her mouth ran ahead with an "Okay." As she felt herself being brought smoothly to the centre of the room.