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The last place you thought you'd end up tonight was at a night club. You were surprised they even let you and Toga in because of how old you were. You could only assume that Shigaraki was a known person in the establishment because the bouncer saw him and let your whole group in with no explanation.
Loud, obnoxious and lust all surfaced the crowd. Smoke rose into the air from individuals' cigarettes and blunts. The overwhelming smell of sweat, perfume and weed invaded your senses, making you scrunch your face into a sour expression; Toga and Twice did the same. Club music played, nearly bursting through the cheap speakers.
None of you were dressed for the occasion of dancing, yet people were still urging you to dance, trying to pull at your arms. It felt like being guided through a battlefield with Shigaraki as your leader—which wasn't a great combo to say the least. You could tell he was starting to get fed up with these people who were just trying to enjoy their night.
The goal was to get to the third floor successfully without people grinding on you. You were about halfway through there before someone grabbed your hand, tugging you out of the single file line system you had with the League. You looked back, trying to reach out your other hand for Toga, but it was too late. The man was about 5'10 and had messy brown hair. His white button down exposed his hairy chest, which ew—
"Hey!" You shouted at him, trying to get him to loosen his grip on you. At this point he started dancing with your wrist in his painful grasp. He paid no mind to your yelling, not a care in the world as he danced to the funky tune.
"Where you from, dear?" He had an accent that you couldn't quite place. He closed his eyes, twirling you under his hand, soon regaining the grip on your wrist.
"I'm 16!" You squawked. You tugged, anxiously trying to escape the scene and get back on track with the League.
"What was that?" He asked, leaning in closer to hear you.
"I'm—"
"She's said she's 16, you creep." Twice came to your rescue with the others behind him at a distance.
"Well, that doesn't matter. What other matter does she have being in a club if it isn't to get it on?" He yanked your arm, pulling you close to his body. He disgustingly sniffed your neck, smelling the sweat that pooled from your pores from being in such a humid environment.
"I have a meeting to be at!" You said before swiftly turning your body to face him and knee his crotch. The party goers all around you stopped dancing, watching the scene play out. The man was doubled over, holding his hands over his front area.
