Out of Your Mind

17

Yua had practically fainted when you told her about what had just transpired at Aizawa's apartment.

"If this man isn't already madly in love with you then there is no hope in this world." You laugh as you're looking for a parking spot for the nights festivities.

"I dunno. It felt like we were having a moment, but for all I know, I made it all up in my head and just stared creepily at him."

"If that's the case then why would he ask for you to come back? Right here-" She points out a spot and you begin to park.

"He said it's cause Mic is a guy and it's weird..." Yua lightly slaps your shoulder.

"Yknow, for a smart woman that has fancy degrees and worked with literal CRIMINALS, the fact that you choose to believe that makes me think you cheated or slept your way to the top." You rolled your eyes.

"Yua, it's just safer that way. I don't want to put myself out there for someone who accidentally falls in love with me because I shampooed his hair. That's a real thing, you know? Sometimes long term patients in hospitals will 'fall in love' with their nurses or doctors because they see them constantly and they associate them with relief and safety. But as soon as they're better, the feelings go away, because they no longer need them." You grip your steering wheel, the words settling in your brain. Yua hits you again.

"Ok, time to get out of the big brain of yours. Let's go get fucked up and find some men to bring home, yeah?" It's probably for the best to see this as nothing more than you caring for a friend.

"Yeah..let's go." Yua gives you a wide, playful smile.

The club you're at is one you've been going to since you were in college. During your time with the police, you managed to help the club owner be cleared of a murder charge, so he lets you get in whenever you want, no charge. You just have to make sure your let him know when you want to stop by so he can let any new staff he might have know.

[y/n]: heyyyy, I was gonna come in tonight!
Hiroshi 🕺: it's been a while 😎 come on in! I'll let my bouncers know

"Hiroshi said we can go in." You tell Yua. You walk to the front of the line, a big muscular bouncer stands and flexes his muscles a bit.

"I'm a friend of Hiroshi's." You say. He looks you up and down and smiles.

"Of course! You don't remember me?" You squint a little and realize it's one of the veteran bouncers that you helped during the case you worked.

"Oh my goodness, hey! Long time no see!"

"I've lost quite a bit of weight since you last came here." He says proudly as he reaches for the rope, "Go right on in, you need anything, just let me know."

"I will!" You and Yua step into the dark building. You felt the bass of the music through your feet. A light show changed colors every so often, setting the mood for a careless night full of drinking and dancing with random strangers.

"This..this is exactly what I needed!" Yua puts her hands up and begins dancing with the music.

"I'm gonna go get some drinks!" You say to her over the music. The bartender recognized you as well, and Hiroshi let him know that you can have as many drinks as you'd like. You carefully bring your first round to Yua. After clinking your glasses together, you down them as fast as you can take it. You scrunch your face at the sudden sting of alcohol in the back of your throat.

"Do you want another round?" You ask.

"Not yet! Let's dance a little!" She grabs your arm and pulls you to the dance floor. You had a pretty decent alcohol tolerance, but it's been quite sometime so the shot had you feel warm and fuzzy inside. You begin moving your hips to the music, dancing along with Yua. A pair of hands snakes their way from your waist down to your hips. You don't turn around, instead, choosing to imagine that it's Aizawa gently caressing your hips as you sync movements. You come to reality and take a second to look for Yua, she's grinding on a stranger, having the time of her life. Slipping back into your own imagination, you feel like Aizawa would want to show you off to the world but at the same time want to keep you only to himself. You feel like he would be a good dancer. You imagined he run his hands lightly down your arms, wrap an arm around your waist and brush your hair to the side to expose your neck and kiss up before nibbling at your earlobe. The mysterious stranger suddenly takes you out of your fantasy when he starts getting a little too handsy for your liking.