Boku No Hero Academia x Reader [Oneshots]

Favourite Dancer [Yamada Hizashi/Present Mic]

     The club was swarming with bodies moving to the rhythm of music blasting from huge speakers standing on the podium. The air was filled with smell of sweat and cigarette smoke. It was so hot inside and dark safe for colourful lights moving from place to place and dancefloor illuminated by cerulean led lights. The walls were black with posters and edgy quotes in fluorescing blue written on them. From his place behind the DJ set he saw all those anonymous faces having fun, drinking, dancing and laughing in ecstasy. Couples and complete strangers grinding on their partners. He lived for this. The heavy atmosphere mixed with bass and loud, almost deafening music. It helped him let go, to forget about the chaos of the world. He jumped in sync with the beats he was playing. Pearls of sweat were already rolling down his neck and spine. He paid it little mind. He closed his eyes for a while and took a deep breath, his mind empty. How long has it been since he was last out partying like this? True, these past few months had been busy, even he had to go on patrols during the night while still teaching his classes and doing his weekly radio show. He simply didn't have time to do fun things like this so he wanted to enjoy this night to its fullest. He was feeling extraordinarily playful today too.

The song was ending. Time to have fun.

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You were shaking your hips to the rhythm, giving in to the music. Your body screamed for more. You denied yourself this pleasure for too long, it was time to make up for it. It hit you again how much you desired to be killing it on the dancefloor. And this place was just perfect. They had the best sound system, lighting and decoration, the drinks were pretty cheap too. But you frequented this club for another reason, for him. The blond haired male currently jumping wildly to the music on the podium up above everyone else. His blonde hair styled rather freaky swayed with every move of that lean body hidden under casual loose white tank top and black leather jacket with spikes on shoulders. His legs on the other were hugged by tight black jeans. You fell in love with him on your first ever night here.

It happened about two years ago. It was Friday, your first college finals were over and you wanted to let out some steam. A friend of yours recommended this place so you thought 'why not give it a try?'. You stepped into the building immediately noticing how dark it was in sharp contrast with the radiant blue everywhere. You loved it. Not to get you started on the music. It was a wonder that your ears didn't ascend into the heaven right there and then. You danced the whole night as if there was no tomorrow. And in the early morning hours when the party was ending you were finally down from your high enough to be interested in the person behind the music. You were completely speechless when it came to that aspect of the night; he had to be a fucking genius, playing all the right songs at the right time. It felt like he understood you, like you two had some kind of bond, it just couldn't be coincidence that he'd hit your tastes like that. You swore to yourself you'll strut to that guy and kiss him on the spot once the club will be closing. And then you turned around and your heart skipped a beat. It was a fucking pro hero, and one you admired since you first saw him on TV at that – Present Mic! He didn't wear his trade mark hero outfit but more casual clothes, yet he still stood out. You stopped dead in your dance when you realized this. That single moment of stillness was enough for your eyes to meet – your [e/c] eyed gaze filled with energy and passion clashed with his lime eyed one, you saw pure animalistic need to let go of everything and just live. You never forgot that look. How could you possibly when with that one fleeting moment his gaze stole your heart.

You didn't get to kiss him that night, unfortunately. You became a regular though, even if it was rather rare for him to be there. Still you kept coming for the sheer chance of listening to his choice of songs again and seeing him of course.