MHA One-Shots

Dancing with Aizawa at the Club

Don't come at me for the Quirk. It was all I could think of to work with Aizawa when I wrote this.

"C'mon, Shota. Dress up a little and have some fun!" You're walking your friend, Aizawa, to his apartment building after school let out. "Tell you what, I'll be here to pick you up at 7, and then we can head to the club. Got it? Got it." You nod your head, your cat tail swishing happily.

Aizawa grumbles, shaking his head running a hand through his hair. Finally, he sighs and replies with a "Fine," before walking into his apartment building. "I'm not staying for very long, though. I have sleep to catch up on."

You laugh and shake your head, knowing your friend could never sleep on command.

"Alright, see ya at 7!" You run home happily and start getting ready.

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ding dong. ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Aizawa's voice comes through the door as he unlatches and opens it, standing in the doorway with an annoyed expression. "What?"

"It's 7 o'clock on the dot!" You grin, your eyes on your friend. "You clean up well. I like your hair like that, too." Aizawa had a black suit on, his hair half-up half-down.

"Mm. Thanks, I guess. You look... nice, too." Aizawa's eyes roam your body, your figure outlined by a decently skin-tight, sparkly long-sleeved black U-neck that ends at your knees. His cheeks heat lightly, and he looks away with a cough, stepping out of his doorway and closing the door behind him. "Are we going or not?"

You beam, happy that your friend seems to be cooperating. "Yep! Let's go. It's just a few blocks away!"

When you get there, you patiently wait in line until it's your turn to get carded. Once the process is over, you walk in, deciding to go to the bar first.

"[drink of choice], please!" You ask the bartender, then turn to Aizawa to see what he wants.

"I'll have an old fashioned."

"Coming right up," the bartender says with a smile, mixing up their drinks and handing them back.

"Thank-you!"

Aizawa sighs. "How much more hyper are you going to be when juiced up by alcohol?" He raises an eyebrow, already tiring out from just the mere idea of it.

"Wow. Offense." You put your hand over your chest dramatically, pretending to look offended. "For your information, I hold my liquor quite well, thank you. Besides, when I do get drunk, I just get very physical and sleepy. So I've been told, at least."

"'Physical'? Should I be scared?"

You furrow your eyebrows for a second before realizing what he thought you meant. Your face lights up like a candied apple, and you take a swig of your drink before protesting, "Not that type of physical! I just get all cuddly and refuse to leave your side and what-not! But you don't have to worry, because I'm not planning on getting too drunk tonight. Just a little tipsy."

"Mmmmhmm..." Aizawa takes a sip of his old fashioned, turning on his stool to watch the dance floor.

You follow his gaze, and smile."You wanna go dance once we finish our drinks?"

Aizawa raises an eyebrow. "Do I look like someone who can dance?"

"Objectively?" You tilt your head, scanning him with your eyes. "Yes. Based on what I know about you and what you look like, you do look like someone who can dance. At least a little."

Aizawa sighs, caught. "Fine, whatever."

The two of you finish your drinks and head onto the dance floor, you grinning and dancing, Aizawa just bobbing his head to the music. Eventually you make him dance with you, and though he'd never admit it, the two of you had fun on the dance floor that night. He spun you, dipped you, and by the end of the night, you shared a kiss at the conclusion of a song. It took more subtle date invitations from you for him to finally catch the drift that you liked him, but as soon as he figured it out, he asked you out on a date of his own, to which you excitedly agreed, and the two of you had a great time. Of course, you got together, and all's well that end's well.