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"I COULD KISS YOU RIGHT now!"
Hiyori let a wild and rambunctious laugh ripple from her system. Although the nightclub was right about to be kicking all of their residents out and locking the doors behind them — the four first-years were determined to make the best of the final fifty-eight minutes of freedom Hiyori gave them by accomplishing the mission.
"Nobara, shut up!" Hiyori practically facepalmed, the brunette girl had somehow managed to sneak quite a few drinks into her system starting from the mere second the mission had been completed. She had a tipsiness to her dancing body, with a gleeful expression.
In all honesty, Hiyori still had a lingering thought that Satoru Gojo had let them win. Perhaps he felt some kind of pity for the young sorcerers, or he was just tired of playing such a nonsense-filled game. She wasn't sure — but the sensation of false victory still riddled her bones uncomfortably.
"This is so much fun! We should do this again tomorrow night!" Yuji excitedly exclaimed, the occasion flashing light would scatter across his face. He had both arms in the air, his fist held high as he bobbed along with the song.
"Megumi, your dancing sucks," Hiyori giggled while finally glancing towards the dark-haired man. He was basically just standing there awkwardly to the side of the three dancing adults, his body was swaying slightly to the music but more because of an unconscious thought and had no intention behind it.
Fushiguro exhaled a heavy breath, "If you can't tell Yori, this is not exactly my type of scene."
"Here," Hiyori took a few steps forward and hooked her fingers around Fushiguro's hands. Almost immediately the boy had a burning sensation clinging to his cheeks, and he tried to ignore how soothing Hiyori's touch actually felt. She warmly placing his palms on her waist — nothing too low or impeding near sexual. "Feel my hips? You move those, and not so stiff."
Fushiguro cleared his throat while swallowing some nervous spit.
Hiyori then placed her hands on both of Fushiguro's shoulders, she inched a little closer to his body. She could practically feel his heartbeat speed up as their close contact remained. The two began to understand the other's movements, guiding their bodies to move more in a unison motion.
Within a minute, the two seemed to be dancing like they did this often.
"Tonight has been full of surprises," Nobara commented while staring down the two dancing — the two dancing really didn't seem to be paying attention to their fellow first-years anymore. "Yuji, don't you dare try to do that with me."
