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Normal uwu POV

To be honest, Shōta himself didn't know how he was in a nightclub.
'One of the many things I will never do,'
he would think determinedly,
'Is go to into a nightclub not for hero work.'
Turns out he was wrong.
Somehow, he let this stupid ass cockatoo drag him to some club that he didn't even want to go to.

'Fuck this,' He groaned inwardly 'I need to get drunk.' So, moving from his leaning position near the stage, he started to make his way through the obnoxious dance floor in the middle of the club. Why the owners didn't create a path to walk through is beyond him. Maybe to make more people dance or something. He doesn't know or care enough.
A few drunken people stumble into him, and he has the sense to leave them alone and keep moving. But a woman literally rams into his chest, and it's just like- what the fuck. He grabs onto her arm to steady her, y'know, like a gentleman. Thats what they do.. right?
"Sorry, I should've paid more attention to where I was walking." His eyes widen at the familiarity of the voice, and he lets go of the wrist and takes a step back in surprise.
"Sh- Aizawa?! What are you doing here?!"  She spluttered out, mirroring his own shock. He subconsciously noticed how she called him by his last name, but pushed it aside the second he thought of it.

"I was dragged here by Hizashi." He replied
monotonously, looking and her blankly.
'She's wearing a dress,' he noted, taking in account she could be with her boyfriend at the moment, seeing as she hates wearing dresses most of the time.
"Oh.." She looked away, and folded her hands in front of her. There was an awkward pause of silence before he opened his mouth to say something.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, also looking away. He hated conversations, so why was he trying to salvage this broken one?
He slouched even lower as he questioned himself.

"Well, um..." She stuttered as she tried to find an answer, but a hand being planted on her should halted her response. Shōta looked at the owner of the hand with a blank look.
'Ah, Sir Nighteye. Nice.'
"Let's go. I can't stand to be here another second." He looks at Shōta for second, before leading/ pushing Sayaka away.
Shōta blinks at their retreating backs for a second, before looking where Sayaka stood previously.

A couple feet away, was a drunk guy who looked like he just got kicked in the balls, seeing as he was curled up into a ball in agony.
Shōta stood there for a second, while contemplating what just happened.
He gained his composure and started to shove through the crowd once more, now needing a stronger drink to keep himself from ending it all.

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Extra lil' scene owo

[TWO SECONDS LATER, 11:22 PM]
INSIDE AIZAWA SHŌTA'S HEAD

Joy looked at the screen with a deadpan look. His gaze snapped over to Anger and asked;
"Did I do the right thing?" With a voice that said he would do anything but be alive. Anger merely shrugged his shoulders and slumped in his seat. "I dunno, aren't YOU the one who's supposed to know this stuff? After all, you are his happiness." Joy's gaze turned into a pointed one, and he sighed and turned back to the screen. Fear whimpered in the corner of the room, where he was gagged and tied in a chair.
"whart urf noghteyer os hur boifriernd? wart urf-" Disgust scowled and chucked a dictionary at Fear's head. He collapsed onto the binds, unconscious.
"Jesus, why can't we just chuck him into those god damn lost memories? That would be so much easier." Anger complained. Sadness looked at him from the blue sleeping bag he was sobbing in a second ago.
"Why doesn't she love us? I wish-" Disgust groaned and grabbed a random memory from the shelf and chucked it at Sadness.
Sadness started to cry and dodged it. All the emotions except sadness groaned in irritation. They would have to listen to his sobbing for even longer.
"This is all bullshit." Joy complained, whilst commanding Shōta to sit in a bar stool.
"Hey guys, How about we get a cocktail? ey?" Joy asked, with a smirk on his face.
Anger looked at the menu with interest; he wanted to see how messed up he could make his human. He nodded eventually, seeing as it was a very alcoholic drink, and his human had a somewhat strong tolerance.
"Ok then," He ordered the drink, and it came after a couple of minutes.
"LETS PARTY BROS!!!" Joy screeched, then pulled the trigger for him to completely down the drink.

[Muffled translation: "What if Nighteye is her boyfriend? What if-" ]

Ok, so I didn't know how to end the chapter, also I've gone on a writing spree this weekend so I just added that little emotions thing at the end since the chapter was really short. Also if anyone didn't get the reference, the emotions scene was based on the movie Inside Out by Pixar uwu (the essay writer inside of me had to bold the title)