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It was a cold, rainy Saturday morning, and Class 3A was huddled together, each person deep in thought.
On the couch was Mina Ashido, Eijirou Kirishima, and Denki Kaminari, each quietly talking with one another. Standing next to Kaminari was Kyoka Jirou, whose purple hair was uncharacteristically in a small ponytail.
Sitting on the ground were both class presidents, Momo Yaoyorozu and Tenya Iida. They were talking to Shouto Todoroki and Izuku Midoriya (Deku). Above these four, standing up, was Ochako Uraraka, Tsuyu Asui, and Mashiro Ojiro, who were whispering.
It was on this cold rainy Saturday that Aizawa wandered into their dorm room.
When the door opened, each member of Class 3A instinctively looked at the door apprehensively, like they had been caught doing something naughty.
“What the heck are you kids doing?”
Iida stood up. “Good morning, Sensei. We were just practicing.”
“Practicing… for what?”
“Hero training.”
“How is sitting in silence hero training?”
Mina stood up. “Wait, are we done?”
“I guess so,” Hanta Sero said, standing up to stretch.
“Aww, we’re done this boring exercise!” Toru Hagakure cheered.
The entire class leapt up, now loudly talking to each other. Rikido Sato and Katsuki Bakugo went to the kitchen, Sato trying to reason to Bakugo about something.
“I shouldn’t have come,” Aizawa grumbled. “I should have let you do that exercise for the rest of the weekend.”
“Why are you here anyway, Sensei?” Deku asked curiously, before quickly adding, “oh, not that it’s bad you’re here, just you said-”
“Principal Nezu made an announcement,” Aizawa said, cutting Deku off.
At that, the room was quiet.
“He has told me that we’re holding the UA School Festival this year, and this time it’s open to the public.”
“So anyone can come?!” Kirishima exclaimed loudly. “Like… my parents and stuff?”
“Yes. Your performance idea should be submitted today.” Aizawa said, stretching his back and walking to the door. He put his shoes on. “I want it by dinner today. I’m bringing Eri, so make something yummy.” Aizawa opened the door and walked out.
Silence.
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!!” Class 3A screamed in horror.
“Okay, let’s do this!” Kaminari said excitedly. “What should we do this year?”
“A volleyball match!”
“A maid café!”
“Fashion show!”
“Cat café.”
“A dance?”
“A HAUNTED HOUSE!”
“All the girls taking-” SMACK!
“A mochi stall!”
“A ball pit!”
“A skit?”
“CALM DOWN EVERYONE!” Iida said loudly, doing the weird arm thingy. “Again, like last year, our purpose is to help everyone here have fun and relax! So, let’s find something fun yet not hard!”
Momo took a piece of paper and wrote some ideas down. “Okay, let’s not do food this year. And since we did a haunted house last year, let’s not do that. Or dance, because that was our first year idea.”
Now the list was:
Volleyball Match
Fashion Show
Ball Pit
Skit
“How would a volleyball match work, though?” Kirishima asked.
“Aww, can’t we?” Toru asked.
“I’m sorry, Toru, but watching volleyball matches might not be the most entertaining to our audience,” Momo said, patting the invisible girl on the head.
“Please not fashion show,” Ojiro said, a bit sheepishly, “I, nor none of the boys, will want that.”
“That’s true,” Momo said. “Okay, fashion is out too.”
“But! We can do both girls and boys fashion!” Mina pleaded. She clasped her hands together. “Please?”
“No!” Iida said, doing the weird arm thingy again. “Sorry, Mina, but your idea is out!”
“Ball pit… I feel like that would be too easy,” Shoji said, looking down at the list. “It would be Momo making dozens of balls and us building a pit. Also, a bit childish.”
“I agree,” Tsu said. “Ball pit is not practical, anyway. Also messy.”
“So there’s only one left,” Momo said, “which is skit.”
“Can we do skit?” Jirou asked, her eyes a bit shiny. “I think it’ll be fun!”
The members of Class 3A talked for a bit longer, but by the end of breakfast, they had decided to do a skit.
“Okay, now to decide the contents of the skit,” Iida said. “What skit should we do?”
Todoroki scrolled on his phone. “Romeo and Juliet, Belle, Cinderella, Puf-”
“CINDERELLA!” He was cut off by half the class.
“You want to do Cinderella?” Todoroki asked.
Everyone nodded.
“LET’S DO CINDERELLA!” Iida said, and everyone cheered. Because why not?
Next was choosing the roles.
“Who would like to be Cinderella?”
“I call dibs on the evil stepmother!” Mina said excitedly.
Tsu raised her hand. “I don’t want to be Cinderella, or Toru. Neither of us would look anything like Cinderella.”
Iida sighed. “Uraraka, would you like to be-”
“NOOO!”
Uraraka blushed bright red as she waved her hands frantically in front of her face. “I can’t act for life!”
“Then that means…” Iida looked at the two remaining ladies.
“Not me, I’m afraid,” Momo said, sighing. “I’d work much better as a props lady. Jirou, would you…?”
Jirou’s face was a bit pink. “Umm… I mean I can try…?”
Iida smiled. “Lovely, lovely! Okay, Jirou will be Cinderella!”
“Not much of a Cinderella-” Mineta grumbled, but an earphone went into his eye and he screamed.
“Shut up!” Jirou said, her face now red.
“She’ll be great! Plus, she can sing, so yeah. And we can always change the script so Cinderella’s a bit more punk rock.” Kaminari said encouragingly.
“Next… Prince Charming?”
They went through the various roles, and with some coaxing, they found the roles of each UA member,
Deku: Director
Uraraka: Director
Jirou: Cinderella
Mina: Evil Stepmother/Makeup
Toru: Stepsister 1/Hair
Bakugo: Stepsister 2
Aoyama: Fairy Godmother
Kaminari: Prince Charming
Sero: Advisor
Sato: Messenger
Tsu: Guest 1
Kirishima: Guest 2
Todoroki: Guest 3
Mineta: Guest 4
Iida: Narrator
Momo: Props Maker/Clothing
Ojiro: Set Maker
Koda: Sound
Shoji: Lighting
Tokoyami: Special Effects
“Why the hell am I a stepsister?!” Bakugo yelled at Momo, who was trying to eat her dinner, Aizawa and Eri staring at him.
“Don’t bully Momo, it was all of our choice,” Todoroki said. He was sitting next to Momo. The two frequently chatted about small activities and were semi dating.
“Thanks, Todoroki.” Momo said, smiling a soft smile when Bakugo huffed and went back to his seat.
Aizawa sighed. “With that in mind… who in their right mind made Kaminari Prince Charming? I understand Momo and Ashido, heck, even Jirou is fine, but Kaminari being a prince?!”
“The roles were chosen through rock paper scissors, and we assigned roles to those who said nothing, Sensei,” Iida said, doing the arm thingy again.
“Makes a bit more sense,” Aizawa said, placing a large amount of mashed potatoes on Eri’s plate. “This would be yummier if it was quiet, though.”
“Papa? When are we going home to see Mama again?”
“It’s not Mama, it’s Miss Joke. M-I-S-S.” Aizawa said.
“What’s this about?” Deku asked. He was next to Eri.
“Eri thinks Joke is her mom. She’s drawn pictures of us kissing,”
“WHAT?!” Mina choked on her laughter. “THAT’S SO TRUE, ERI!”
Aizawa left.
“Papa, wait!” Eri said, hurrying after her father.
The room fell into chaos.
Practice One:
“Cinderella, make my breakfast!” Toru said, her voice shrill. “Now!”
“… Okay, sister.” Jirou said, picking up a pair of chopsticks.
“CINDERELLA, DO MY CHORES, NOW!” Bakugo yelled.
“Okay, sister.” Jirou said again, her voice flat as she picked up a broom.
“Cinderella! What are you doing? You naughty girl, go to the cellar immediately!” Mina said, her voice half scolding, half bossy.
“Yes, mother.” Jirou said tonelessly. She dropped her chopsticks and broom, walking over to the cellar and sitting down on the ground.
“The poor Cinderella was overworked and slept in the cellar, where there were rats and mud.” Iida said, saying the script line for line.
The cellar wasn’t really a cellar. It was part of the set Ojiro made but put off to the distance. The set was made to look dirty and shabby, with dirt all around and a small stool. On the stool was a book.
“I wish that I could be free,” Jirou said, sighing, “and not have to do all my sister’s chores.”
Suddenly, a loud BANG! was heard. Jirou looked to the side of the kitchen in alarm.
“MINA, BAKUGO’S BOTHERING ME!”
“OH PISS OFF, EXTRA!”
Momo stepped in. “Both of you, stop IMMEADIETLY!”
Jirou placed her script on the floor. “So… I guess I’m not singing the song…? Oh, never mind.”
At the kitchen was a… disaster. Momo was scolding both Toru and Bakugo, who looked equally pissed at one another. Mina was pitching in with very helpful “Yeah!” and “You suck!”. Iida came over and tried to calm his fellow president down, but in the end only Todoroki managed to calm down the red-faced, black-haired hero.
“Go ahead with the song,” Uraraka told Jirou. “Deku and I are listening.”
Jirou glanced mischievously at the two. Both Deku and Uraraka were directors, so they spent a lot of time going over the script with Jirou and Kaminari. Deku had suggested the song, Uraraka had written them, and Jirou began to sing the first lyric.
She sang softly, trying to not drown out the other performers, who were also practicing.
“Louder, please.” Uraraka said.
She sang louder.
“Deku?” Uraraka whispered something Jirou couldn’t here, and Deku frowned. He walked over to Momo and asked her something. Suddenly, Tsu appeared, holding a ukelele.
“Jirou, can you try this? I know your expertise is guitar and drums, but ukelele is more princessy.”
Jirou frowned. “I only know the bare minimum, but…” She took the ukelele and began strumming the main melody, then singing the lyrics with it.
Momo walked over. “Sounds nice, Jirou. Here, I’m going to mic you up. You’re a bit quiet, so…” She placed the microphone on her neck, and Jirou felt the cold wire stake down her back, all the way to the system.
“And here,” Momo said. She handed her a small speaker. “This is really quiet, so if you put your ear jacks in them, you’ll be able to hear the demo. Uraraka sang this.”
Jirou concentrated with her quirk, and she could hear the cheerful voice of Uraraka, who was playing a ukelele.
“This is really good, thanks.” Jirou said. She strummed a bit, then sang another lyric. Momo hurried off stage.
“Alright, we’re starting,” Uraraka ordered. “Jirou, begin from the line ‘I wish I could be free…’”
Practice Two:
“I don’t want any of these ladies, dude! It’s called being single!” Kaminari complained, his voice a sigh. “Bro, they don’t captivate me! I want a marriage where I’m happy, not trapped in a relationship where we fake the smiles!”
Sero glanced at him, frowning. “You are the prince. Stop being so spoiled and choose the woman already!”
“OMG, shut up!” Kaminari said. Then he heard the tapping of Kirishima’s feet. The next song was beginning. And… his song was beginning.
At that point, they were doing a fancy sort of ballroom dance. Kirishima’s face was half happy and half in pain. His foot had to constantly tap the ground, no wonder. He was dancing with Mina, the evil stepmother. Kaminari stood over them all, watching them dance, singing lyrics about how he wanted to meet a real woman and laugh with a genuine human, not a doll. Then, Jirou walked in.
Her steps were on beat, which was crazy. Jirou began dancing with the first person she saw, which was Todoroki. They did a little spin, Todoroki’s hand leading her in a circle, Jirou elegantly twirling.
Kaminari confidently walked down the steps and in front of Todoroki. He went on one knee, taking her hand. Her hand was callused and yet soft. “My lady, would you dance with me?”
“Sure,” she said.
They did a fancy dance and Kaminari, trying his best not to trip on his feet and lead her in a twirl, felt his heart thump loudly. It was always exhilarating, dancing oh-so romantically with your crush. If only his feelings were reciprocated. Visibly.
They finished the dance, and he led her out of the ballroom set, into the dark midnight sky set. At least it would have been, if not for Shoji randomly turning the bright lights on.
“Sorry, wrong light!” He said. Quickly adjusting the lights, he set it to a toned-down version, with soft yellow light exactly like the large, full moon.
Kaminari watched as Iida fumbled with the mic. “Prince Charming and Cinderella danced in the moonlight, laughing with one another and smiling because they had never felt true love like this.”
Kaminari attempted an awkward smile and did a funny little jig that made Jirou crack up, for some reason.
“Why are you laughing?” He asked, which made her laugh harder. “Jirou!”
“Sorry,” she gasped in between laughs, “but you looked like a clown for a sec.”
That made him laugh, and Deku classmates watched as Kaminari and Jirou laughed their hearts out instead of creating a super romantical scene of dancing in the moonlight.
“Cut-” He was about to say it, but Uraraka shushed him.
“I feel like this is better. It looks more genuine, laughing and talking with one another.” She scribbled something random down, making marks on her director’s copy. Deku noticed the many highlights and notes added on the sidelines.
He smiled at her, a soft angelic smile. She had been working hard on this.
At this point in time Jirou and Kaminari were still cracking up about clowns and weird jigs. And the rest of the class was staring either at Deku and Uraraka smiling at each other or Jirou and Kaminari laughing. Momo raised her voice.
“Can we get back on track, please?”
The music started again.
Practice Three:
Sato knocked on the door of Cinderella’s house. Hard.
“Dude, don’t break Ojiro’s set!” Sero said, smirking. He elbowed Ojiro, who morphed his face into a worried expression.
“Sorry, Ojiro.” Sato said nervously, a bit of sweat dripping from the nervous boy. He knocked again, this time softly.
“What?!” Mina opened the door, wearing slippers and her hair in a towel.
“Umm, the prince, uh, says that all females have to try on this shoe, uh, so do you want to…” He paused.
“Oh, of course! Come in!” She said, smiling sweetly now. “Girls? A man from the palace came!”
“Sat- I mean the messenger explained to the ladies the situation with the lady from the palace.” Iida commentated.
Toru and Bakugo lined up against their mother, kicking off slippers. Jirou hid behind the wall.
“Ma’am, please place your foot in the shoe,” he said.
Mina placed her foot in. She pretended like it was too big.
“Next!”
Toru placed her foot in, and this time pretended like it was too small.
“Oh no!” Toru said disappointedly.
“Next!”
Bakugo placed his foot in. “Oh no,” he said, “my foot doesn’t fit.”
“Is there any other ladies in the house?” The messenger asked.
“NO!” Mina yelled.
Jirou stepped forward. “Actually, I-”
“She’s just a servant girl,” Toru said. “She didn’t go to the party.”
“I, uh, still have to-” Sero said nervously.
“NO!” Bakugo yelled.
The messenger bravely stepped forward. “Try,” he said.
She tried her foot. It worked!
“Prince Charming found Cinderella, and he married her,” Iida said. Meanwhile, Kaminari, who was hiding behind the couch, stepped forward. He grabbed Jirou’s hand and they left the scene. “Cinderella had a happily ever after!”
Kaminari and Jirou, who had walked in together, smiled and waved. They waited until Iida said “The End!” and bowed three times.
“Yay!” Eri said, beaming. She clapped.
Aizawa clapped and said, “Nice.”
Jirou and Kaminari looked at each other, then grinned.
It was the day of the school festival.
Jirou was half sleep deprived. She had been woken up at 5 AM by Mina and Toru, who had eagerly yanked her out of her bed to try and turn her into Cinderella. Makeup had never really been Jirou’s thing, but now she felt like a super glammed up woman, with the thick, skin colored junk on her face.
At one point, Momo came in with breakfast and outfits. The dress was super cool: it was designed so you could have the rags, then the ball gown dress, then a fancy white wedding dress. They were made so it would fit in with each scene. Jirou gulped down milk and a bowl of rice while Momo and Mina talked about random beauty stuff.
“Okay, so Cinderella has a huge glow up in the middle, so while the curtains down, I’m putting on the eyeshadow! I’ve done a base, but all the special effects will happen during that five-minute period.” Mina explained fast, while brushing on the last of the blush. “Toru!”
Toru messed with Jirou’s hair, fluffing it up. Jirou’s hair had grown to her shoulders, and as Toru ran her fingers through it so it looked messy, she wished she could cut it off.
She checked the clock. It was 8 AM. The show was at 11, so she had time. Jirou quickly ran through the three songs she sang (Freedom is a Dream, If Only I was Loved, and Princes are People Too), singing scales and practicing on the ukelele. She had basically mastered the instrument in the short amount of time they had.
When Jirou finally came out of Mina’s room and into the common room, she barely recognized anyone who came out. Only Deku and the rest of the tech looked normal. Kaminari had his hair all slicked back (Jirou, you look so cool!) and was wearing a prince costume, Sero had a suit, Bakugo was wearing… was that a dress (Shut it, Ears!) and had on a wig, Tsu looked like a goddess, Toru looked old (Jirou!), Mina looked older (Wait, your earring!), Sato was a nervous wreck (I’m not ready!). Together, the group walked down to the stage they had rented, each chatting with one another. It was 9 AM.
“Hey guys?” It was Uraraka. She was wearing a super cute sweater and jeans. “We’re going to do a rehearsal, but Jirou don’t change your clothes yet, okay?”
“Kay,” Jirou said.
They went through it one last time.
Cinderella
Performed by Class 3A
Aizawa sat in the audience, listening to the sounds of people trying to get good seats. Eri, a six-year-old, sat next to him, bubbly and excited. Beside him was Joke and Mic. He could see other heroes, too: All Might was chatting with Deku’s mom, Ectoplasm had sent one of his clones, and Endeavor was in the front rows.
“Do your best, Class 3A,” he murmured.
“Hello! My name is Iida, and I am the president of Class 3A. Today, we are going to present to you Cinderella! Please do not take pictures until the end. We ask for your patience if technical problems arise. Thank you for coming and enjoy the show!”
The stage faded to black.
“Once upon a time, there was a girl named Cinderella.” Iida narrated.
Suddenly, a light was cast on one girl. She had messy purple hair and was wearing rags. There were three others: Mina, Toru, and Bakugo.
Iida spoke. “Her mom had died when she was young. Her father remarried, then died. Cinderella was left alone, forced to live with her stepmother and stepsisters.”
“Make my breakfast, Cinderella!” Toru said in a disdainful voice.
“Do my chores, Cinderella.” Said Bakugo in a loud, brutish voice.
“Do I have to? I already-” Jirou began, but she was cut off.
“Cinderella! You are disobeying orders! Cellar, immeadietly!”
Jirou’s shoulders slumped and she sighed. “Yes, mother.”
“Cinderella’s family forced her to do their chores and be their maid.” Iida said.
She walked over to the dirty cellar.
“I wish I could be free,” she said. “I wish… that my life didn’t consist of chores and obedience.”
Jirou, sad, picked up the ukelele next to her. She began the song. Freedom is a Dream was a relatively sad song, so she tried to sing with a sad demeanor.
When she had finished the song, the curtain closed. The audience clapped, but not for long. When the curtain opened, the light was shone only on the two stepsisters and mother.
“One day, when the stepmother checked the mail, she saw a letter from the palace. She learned that it was an invitation.” Iida said.
“Girls! The prince has invited us to his ball! This is our chance to get courted!” Mina said, a gleam in her eye.
“Our chance?! Aren’t you a little old, mom?” Toru said. She put her hands on her hips. The audience laughed.
“… Darling, I’m never too old to be royalty. Come, come. We shall dress so magnificently that the prince will fall in love on the spot! Cinderella~” Mina said in a loud voice, which was artificially sweet.
There was no response.
“CINDERELLA!” Mina screamed in fury.
“You locked that ex- Cinderella in the cellar, Mom.” Bakugo said. He smirked. “You’re such a dumb ho-” SLAP!
Mina slapped Bakugo.
Gasps could be heard from the crowd.
“Young Bakugo! Are you alright?”
“Mina’s dead!”
“HAH! THAT CLASS 1A BRAT DESERVED IT! AHAHAHAHA!”
In actuality, Mina had barely gazed him. The slapping noise it had made was really just a well timed sound effect, (props to Koda).
“You nasty b-girl! How dare you talk back to me!” Mina said. “Drizella? Go get your wart of a sister.”
“… okay, mom.” Toru said nervously. The sound effects hadn’t sounded so real during the dress rehearsal. Toru walked over to the cellar, opened the “door”, and yanked Jirou out, the light following her.
“Mother? Whatever could you need?” Jirou asked in a oh-so-obedient voice.
“The prince is holding a ball,” Mina said. “Tonight. We'll be out today.”
“A ball?” Jirou asked. “… may I come?” The may I come part was said very dryly, almost like she didn’t want to go to the ball.
Is she serious? Uraraka thought. Jirou, you’re letting your own opinions affect your acting!
Uraraka and Deku were next to Koda, Shoji, Aoyama, Momo, and Tokoyami. These seven members were at the top box, where all the techy stuff were.
Deku face-planted next to her.
Meanwhile…
Only if you make all our dresses,” Mina said.
“Momma!-” Toru began, but stopped when Mina hushed her.
The two watched as Jirou cheerfully walked away, footsteps fading away as she went away.
“Watch. We’ll get dresses, and Cinderella will sit here depressed.” She smirked and walked away.
The light faded on Mina and Toru, reappearing to Jirou. She was “making” dresses, doing some “sewing”. In reality, Jirou wasn’t sewing. There were three dresses at the corner of the room. She would grab them when the curtain closed.
“Cinderella worked hard on making her family members dresses, forgetting about her own.” Iida narrated.
The curtain closed momentarily. Jirou used her earplugs to grab the dresses as she stuffed the sewing materials away into a random basket.
The curtain opened. “When the girl finished, she went to her stepmother.
“Mother? I’m finished.” Cinderella said. She held out three dresses.
“Great,” Mina said. “We have to leave more or else we’ll be late.”
“Okay!” Jirou said, trying to walk out the door before being stopped by Mina.
“You need a dress!” Mina laughed. “Stay home, Cinderella. I won’t be embarrassed today.” She said.
The three walked out the door.
"After the three horrible ladies had left, Cinderella was sad."
Jirou walked back to the cellar, a despondent look on her face.
"I wish I had a dress to go to the ball," She said in a depressed voice.
"Is that your wish?" Aoyama asked.
"Aah! Who are you?"
"I am the Fairy Godmother! I can grant any wish you desire!"
"... does that mean I can go the ball?"
"Oui!" Aoyama waved his wand. "Okay, by the time you get to the ball, you'll be wearing a beautiful dress! Now walk!"
"Okay!" Jirou smiled and thanked Aoyama. "Now I just have to walk five miles and I'll be at the ball!"
The audience laughed. The curtain closed.
Uraraka glanced at Deku. "It's going so well! Our work is paying off!"
Deku smiled back at her. "It's because of all your hard work, Uraraka. Otherwise this play would have been a disaster."
Are they dating? Momo raised an eyebrow at the two smiling at each other, a bit of a smirk on her face. They look good with each other...
The black haired girl glanced at Iida, who was snapping. This was their signal. Momo whispered to Tokoyami, who nodded and opened the curtain.
Now the scene was staged to be a ball. Kaminari was at his spot in the front, center stage. Kirishima looked nervous. And Mina... well, she was positively beaming at Kirishima, a sweet smile on her face.
Ojiro was quicker than expected, Momo noted.
"So... my prince, how are the ladies looking tonight?" Sero asked. He was wearing a freaking suit, a smirk on his face.
"Ugh, seriously? I don't like any of these ladies, dude. I'm 21. It's called being SINGLE." Kaminari snapped. He looked annoyed.
Sero's face twitched. "You're the most eligible bachelor, prince. Cmon, find a woman!"
"No, thanks! They're all just pretty faces anyway!"
The dance was beginning. Koda adjusted some of the knobs and the music began.
Kirishima's foot began tapping. Momo honestly felt bad for the red haired boy. After all, tapping your foot for a few minutes was no easy feat. His face looked extremely strained. Momo watched as Mina whispered something in his ear, and the boy blushed red.
Kaminari was singing, per usual. Jirou was to come out any second.
The six waited.
"... Where's Jirou?" Uraraka asked.
Kaminari's face morphed into confusion, but he kept on singing. At this point he was repeating lyrics, since the song was supposed to have ended by now...
Momo rushed down from the top box to backstage, meeting Ojiro on the way. "What's going on?" She whispered.
"Well..." Ojiro's face was half confusion, other half dread. "She's..."
Momo scanned her eyes around the chaos backstage, and fixed her eyes on Jirou. Shit.
The purple haired woman was sitting on the ground, wincing in pain. Her arm had swollen. To about the size of a small watermelon.
"I'm fine, give me a moment." Jirou's voice was strained, but she smiled and stood up. "Okay, ready!"
Jirou's face was twitching in pain, red lips pursed, but of course she still walked on to the stage. Steps on beat.
"My best friend's insane." Momo muttered.
Jirou winced at the bright lights and the murmurs of the audience. She probably looked terrible. After all, her arm looked absolutely messed up. Jirou walked forward and grabbed Todoroki's outstretched hand.
"Jirou, what happened?" He whispered, an eyebrow raised.
"I sprained my arm, I think," Jirou whispered back. She raised her arm and twirled. "I can deal with this much pain, all good."
Todoroki still looked concerned, but he continued dancing.
At that point, Kaminari grabbed Jirou's nonbroken arm.
"May I dance with you?" Kaminari asked loudly.
"Of course," She replied sweetly. He gently began dancing with her.
"Jirou! What happened?" He asked, once they began to have a steady rhythm.
"Broke my arm, I'm fine," Jirou said, "We're almost done, anyway, so it's fine."
The dance sequence was almost over. They heard Iida's voiceover, and began running over to the other stage part, where they were supposed to have the romantic moon scene. When suddenly...
"CRASH!" The loud noise of props breaking startled both actors. They glanced around.
"What the hell's going on?" Kaminari whispered.
"Suddenly, uh, the castle began breaking down! It was under attack!" Iida narrated, panicking.
The two main characters glanced at one another. "OH NO!" Kaminari yelled. "The enemy kingdom, uh King Evil, is ambushing us!"
Meanwhile, at the top box, Deku and Uraraka were in absolute panic mode.
"Shoot!" Deku panicked. "Uraraka-"
The girl was already turning to Momo. "Make a few king and queen costumes, Momo!"
Momo began immediately. "Working on it!"
"Koda, add some thunder sound effects! Shoji, turn the lights red! This is now a spinoff!" Uraraka ordered. She glanced at her fellow director. “Deku… let’s do our best, playing villains.”
He grabbed the costume. "Quickly, Uraraka."
The two changed.
Meanwhile...
Jirou glanced around, desperately. "WE MUST DEFEAT THE, uh, VILLAIN!" She yelled. "Prince, join me in my quest!"
"Of course! What kind of prince would I be if I let a woman fight for me?!"
The two ran to Kirishima and Mina, the civilians of the ball. They looked bewildered.
"Mother!" Jirou said.
"... CINDERELLA! YOU DEMON! I WILL MURDER YOU!" Mina yelled. She stood up and smacked Jirou on the head. This was not a sound effect.
"Mother..." Jirou grumbled. "I really-"
"BWAHAHAHAHA!" Deku laughed in a bizarre way, startling members of the audience. "You really, uh, think you have time for such embraces?" He was standing where the broken pedestal was, a crazy look on his face.
Uraraka, who was smirking and standing next to Deku, said, "Oh, you poor darlings. It's okay, honey. Let's give them their slow, t-a-n-t-i-l-i-z-i-n-g death, hmm?"
Jirou shivered. Uraraka was extremely talented at stretching out words, and it gave her the creeps.
Deku began walking towards them, Jirou and Kaminari protectively standing in front of each member of the ball. "You won't get past us!" Jirou yelled.
Kaminari concentrated. "I will cast my… LIGHTNING on you!"
Several women shrieked from the audience.
"Lightning? Oh, darling, you think that the gods favor you? No, they clearly have blessed my husband with every realm of power known to man," Uraraka cooed. Her eyelashes fluttered attractively.
Kaminari blushed, "Shut up!"
Jirou groaned. "Take this!" She released a sound wave.
"UGH! STUPID WOMAN!" Deku managed to choke out. Jirou's sound waves were always painful. He stepped in front of her and slapped her as gently as possible. "Jirou, stay down," he whispered under his breath.
Jirou took the hint and fainted dramatically. There was a gasp from the audience.
"Cinderella had… fainted! What was the prince going to do?!" Iida said.
Kaminari looked at Deku. "You evil man! I will, erm, destroy you!" He sent a small lightning bolt to Deku and Deku fake-fainted.
The audience gasped again.
"Oh, my lord! My king!" Uraraka cried. She kneeled below his and began crying.
"This is weird," Uraraka whispered as she fake-mourned, her face down as she stared at Deku’s face.
The red light faded and the dramatic violins stopped, replaced with a victorious cheer.
"YAY! I HAVE EMERGED VICTORIOUS!" Kaminari yelled. The crowd cheered.
Class 3A was gathered back in the dorms, sitting in the common room. Jirou was sitting on the couch, blushing as Kaminari tenderly touched her arm (I'm fine!), Momo and Todoroki were whispering about... something, Mina was squealing to a blushing Kirishima, and Uraraka was passed out in a red-faced Deku's lap. The door creaked and the members glanced up at the door.
"So... what the hell happened?" Aizawa asked. He had opened the door, holding Eri and Joke's hand.
"I don’t know, myself," Deku replied.