Just Dance Battle - Aizawa x Reader (Oneshot)

Just Dance Battle

"I love you, but please stop whatever it is you're doing." The annoyance in his voice was undeniable, but I refused to back down.

I stood my guard, noodle arms the ready, legs prepared to skate across the floor in my socks. If Shota thought he could stop this dance party then he had another thing coming.

"Hit it boys!" I yelled, pointing my remote to the TV and beginning the first Just Dance song of the night.

With a flick of my head my sunglasses dropped down onto my eyes and I turned up the collar of Shota's dress shirt I (stole) borrowed. "Old Town Road" blared through the speakers of the house and I followed each movement with grace and ease. I was the pinnacle of perfection. Me, (Y/N) (L/N), Just Dance Master of 20XX.

"Jesus Christ" Shota said.

"The Lord will have your head for that language kitten".

My hips shooketh with vigor and I could feel my dance power growing.

"Shota, (Y/N), I'm not a cat".

"Whatever you say pretty boy".

The whole house shook as I hit the woah, adding my own personal flair to this routine that I knew so well.

Over the loud music I heard Shota groan, probably contemplating whether or not to leave the weird zone. Even if he wanted to leave, I wouldn't let him. I may be a master of dance but I'm also a master of entrapment. That man has been wrapped up in my web of awesome ever since I met him and only I decide when he leaves. I honed in my listening, focusing on Shota's positioning. He shifted to the left, I took a step back. He shifted to the right and I cha cha'd real smooth back to my starting position. I could feel him tense, he knew my mind, he realized he was caught. Nothing would save him. I was getting jiggy with it and he was going to be forced to watch. Striking the final pose I whipped around to face him, sunglasses still perfectly poised upon the bridge of my nose.

"Get ready player 2. It's going to be one hell of a night."

"(Y/N) I'm not dancing".

"Don't you disrespect me little man".

"Oh god now she's quoting Disney." He whispered

"Don't you derogate or deride. You're in my world now, not your world." I did a funky spin, picking up the second remote at the same time "And I've got friends on the other side".

With an outstretched hand offering up the second remote, I peered over my sunglasses and beckoned Shota to join me. He sighed in defeat. Some days he can win the battles, but against me he'll never win the war. I cackled maniacally as he grabbed the remote from my hand.

"YES!!! I AM VICTORIOUS!!!"

Shota just groaned again.

I faced the TV once more and scrolled through the options. How evil shall I go? I saw "Promiscuous" flash across the screen. Yes. Classy and sassy. Soon Shota shall be swinging dem hips. As Player 1 I quickly snatched up the dude, leaving the lovely lady to Shota.

"Oh come on (N/N)."

I laughed again. My night of fun was going just as I planned. The song started up and I gave it my all. 10 out of 10 full effort. When you dance you must commit and that is the one rule I follow. Shota half heartedly moved his arms, giving no enthusiasm. Unacceptable. I moved behind him grabbed his waist and flailed him as hard as I could. His balance was compromised. He achieved a perfect in game. I flailed him the other way, another perfect. Keeping up two scores at the same time was tricky but a master never quits. I moved both of us in sync until we had to part for our separate and solo dances. He was into the game at this point, I could tell. He moved with the sass of a woman, the hips were not lying. I felt a surge of pride. My baby, my man, he was doing this for me. I still fought for the win. No one shall knock off my top score. Not today. The game continued and the song was almost over. I was still in the lead, but Shota was catching up. The fight for glory was intense. The finishing move was in sight. I nailed it but so did Shota. Who would win? ME! BY LESS THAN 100 POINTS. TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT. Shota faced me, panting.

"(Y/N)".

I lowered my shades and looked into his eyes.

"Yes, my love."

"I hate you".

My head dropped. The shade returned to my eyes. Then, with a huge smile, I tackled him to the ground.

"Can you feel the love tonight?!"

"(Y/N)!"