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Commission for Kyuri: Dancing Lessons

Ship: EraserMic

Commissioned Word Count: 4800

Final Word Count: 4841

“I’m not going to the school dance with you Mic,” Aizawa said flatly. “You can stop assuming now.”

God this had been a week of listening to him non stop since the announcement came out there would be a dance this year. It had been the worst week of his life as he tried to hide the shameful secret that had been burning in the back of his mind since that fateful day. He’d thought about telling Yamada about it, but the longer he went without telling him the harder it had become to actually admit it.

“But we’ve been dating for a whole month...? I thought-” Yamada said, before Aizawa cut him off.

“Yeah well you thought wrong,” Aizawa snipped. “I’m not going.” Watching Yamada’s face fall was gut wrenching and made him feel instantly guilty for the secret he was holding.

“Shou... did I do something wrong? What’s going on? Talk to me,” Yamada pleaded. “You’re not breaking up with me are you?”

This wasn’t about him. By All Might’s Tits, why did he think it was something he did?

“What? No?” Aizawa said, scrunching his face up. “What gave you that idea?”

He didn’t want to break up with Yamada. It’s just that he was fairly certain this was not something that was... well... forgettable. And that’s all he wanted to do was forget about the whole thing.

“You shutting me out and not telling me why you won’t go to the dance with me kiiiiinda gave me that vibe,” Yamada admitted.

“I’m not breaking up with you, Mic,” Aizawa said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m just not going to the dance. It’s not that big of a deal.”

It was a huge deal judging by the look on Yamada’s face. By All Might’s Tits this was going to be his undoing.

“It kinda is to me...” Yamada said slowly. “And the fact you won’t even consider it makes me kind of sad, but also suspicious of what you’re not telling me.”

Oh no he’s figuring it out, Aizawa thought.

“There’s nothing I’m not telling you,” Aizawa lied, but Yamada caught the flush he tried to hide by turning away.

“You are too hiding something,” Yamada said, pointing to him. “You only blush when you’re flustered.”

Of course- OF COURSE HE WAS BLUSHING.

“Can we just drop it?” Aizawa sighed.

“No, because I want you to be able to tell me anything,” Yamada said. “We’ve not come this far by you keeping secrets about things that bother you.” His face softened. “Come on... You can tell me anything. I won’t laugh or make a big deal out of it. I’m here for you.”

But it was far too late for that, as this was already getting blown out of proportion. Things were coming to a head, now after so long of avoiding them, and Aizawa wasn’t sure he was going to be able to keep his secret much longer.

“You’re already kind of making a big deal out of it,” Aizawa pointed out. When Yamada’s frown deepened, Aizawa gave another sigh. “Fine.” He muttered something under his breath and hoped that would be the end of it. But of course it wouldn’t be. Not with Yamada in the balance.

“You know I can’t hear that,” Yamada said, tapping his hearing aid. “Try again buddy.”

“I said I-” he mumbled again, his face burning bright with the words. ALL MIGHT’S TITS WHY WAS THIS SO HARD?

“Try it one more time, and this time don’t mumble. Enunciate,” Yamada said.

Goddamn it.

“I SAID I CAN’T DANCE,” Aizawa spat, turning to glare at his boyfriend and will away the redness in his cheeks. It wasn’t working. Because of course it wasn’t working.

A smile crept across Yamada’s face and Aizawa’s burned with embarrassment.

“Is that all?” Yamada said, sounding relieved.

“What do you mean ‘Is that all’? This is mortifying!” Aizawa said.

“You know tap dancing is a form of dance, and I know you can tap dance. I’ve seen you do it,” Yamada reminded him.

“I’m not tap dancing at The Dance of the century. I’m not even going to try to embarrass myself, I’m just going to stay home, watch The Cat Returns again, and drink hot chocolate,” Aizawa replied.

“You’ve already seen that a thousand times,” Yamada complained. “Besides, I’ll be there. You can just hang out with me! We can be wall flowers together.”

“You and I both know you’ll not be content with being a wallflower, will take over the DJ equipment, play some meme song going on right now, and start a dance chain. Then you’ll try to drag me into it, saying how bad could it possibly be? And I’ll show you Just How Bad It Could Possibly Be and we’ll both want to set ourselves on fire and the night will be ruined because I’ll mess it up so badly that I’ll probably destroy something in the process,” Aizawa said. “Most likely the decorations and some one’s dress.”

He could see it now. He’d try to shake his hips, lose his balance, take out a table, launch someone’s drink into the air, it land on The Most Popular Girl In School’s dress, ruin her outfit, he’d have to use his quirk to stop a fight from breaking out, and then her date or dance partner would start throwing punches and Aizawa would have to defend himself. Only he’d be on his back on the floor dazed and confused and trying to stop one person from using their quirk and he doesn’t have his goggles, therefore they can see where he’s staring, and now they’re attacking him from the back and he doesn’t have his capture scarf because they don’t allow weapons in the dance party and-

“You’ve really seen this through the negativity glasses, huh?” Yamada grinned.

“I’m telling you Mic,” Aizawa said, shaking the ideas from his mind’s eye. “I’m going to burn and die on the dance floor if I go, so I’m saving everyone’s lives and the Dance Night by staying home and avoiding it like the plague.”

“Or,” Yamada said. “Alternatively, I could teach you how to dance.”

“You could what now?” Aizawa said, taken aback.

“I could teach you how to dance,” he repeated. “It’s not so hard.”

“There’s no way you’re teaching me how to dance,” Aizawa said flatly. “There’s teachable things, and then there’s this Mic.”

“Let’s see what it takes to dance, shall we?” Yamada began.

“No,” Aizawa said, trying to stop him. This wasn’t something that was easily taught. He didn’t have what it took to dance and make it look good. He just had fighting skills and tap dancing skills. That was it. Well, he could make a mean hot chocolate, but how was that going to help him? He just followed a recipe he’d found online.

“Let’s see you need rhythm,” Yamada began to list. “You can tap dance, so you definitely have that. You need some agility, which as a fighter, I know you have. You need at least one leg, preferably two, but I’ve seen some people have a stand up wheelchair to help them dance, so even that’s questionable. But look at that. One leg, two leg. You’re set. You need some arm strength if you wanna dip someone, and oh mama do we both know you have that.” Yamada said with a mischievous grin. “And lastly, you need to be able to follow instructions. Can you do that?”

“Well, anyone can follow instructions, it’s only a logical set of steps to perform a desired task,” Aizawa answered before he realized what he was saying. He was still thinking of the hot chocolate and how he’d rather be drinking some and snuggled up watching The Cat Returns rather than here arguing his fate with his boyfriend.

Then again, snuggles and hot chocolate with his boyfriend while watching The Cat Returns also sounded really nice.

“Looks like you have everything you need to be able to dance properly,” Yamada was saying.

“But that’s... that can’t be right,” Aizawa said. “How does being a good fighter make me a good dancer? That doesn’t add up.”

“Why don’t I show you?” Yamada said. “Or are you scared?”

“I’ll fight you,” Aizawa said flatly.

“Think of it like a fighting stance, then,” Yamada said, brightening. He stood up off the bed they’d been sitting on and held out his hand to Aizawa.

“I’m not so sure about this,” Aizawa hesitated.

“Bok bok,” Yamada said, imitating a chicken.

Aizawa narrowed his eyes and took Yamada’s hand.

“Okay so first we’re going to learn how to hold each other,” Yamada was saying.

Oh no they were going to learn how to hold each other, Aizawa thought, reddening. This was going to be awkward and claustrophobic and messy. Very, very messy with nervous sweating and worse - body odors.

Yamada took his left hand and cupped it with Aizawa's, showing him where to place his fingers - between the thumb and the first finger with Aizawa’s thumb over Yamada’s - and held it up next to their shoulders.

“Next, I’m going to put my other hand on your back, since I’m the one leading," he was saying.

“Why do you get to lead?” Aizawa countered.

“Because you have no idea where you’re going yet. When you get better at this you can lead,” Yamada teased.

“Oh,” Aizawa said. “Fair enough.”

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Aizawa thought. Aizawa’s face burned with embarrassment as Yamada walked him further through the steps.

“Now I can put my hand on your upper back for better control, or I can make it more casual and put it on your lower back,” Yamada said, lowering his voice a bit. “Whichever makes you more comfortable.”

“L-Lower back is f-fine,” Aizawa stammered, trying not to turn into a tomato.

“You’re going to put your other hand on my shoulder, or around my neck,” Yamada said.

“Wait, like I’m choking you?” Aizawa asked, confused, coming out of the stance. Maybe dancing was more like fighting than he realized...

Yamada laughed and it was a pure sound. But all Aizawa could feel was shame for not knowing and it burned brightly on his cheeks.

“No,” Yamada said. “Sorry, that caught me off guard. You can do like this,” he said, picking Aizawa’s left hand up and placing it on his shoulder. “Or you can do like this,” he said, pulling the same hand further up and putting Aizawa’s arm partially around Yamada’s neck. He gently took Aizawa's right hand again but Aizawa hesitated, pulling away one more time.

“Oooh,” Aizawa said, understanding now. “I thought you meant like this,” he said, taking his hand and putting it to Yamada’s throat and pretending to squeeze.

Yamada let out a small chuckle. “That’s what made me laugh. I love your sense of humor.”

“Right. Humor,” Aizawa said, looking to one side. “Let’s go with that.”

Yamada ignored the comment, taking his arms and putting then around Aizawa’s mid section. Aizawa’s heart skipped a beat as they grew even closer and his breath caught in his throat.

“Now,” he continued. “I could just hug you around the middle and we slow dance in place by shifting our feet, but where’s the fun in that? There’s no room to lead you into a turn or spin you around. Dancing is about having fun and letting loose.”

“I don’t want to let too loose. I would like to remain in some kind of control,” Aizawa said nervously.

“That’s the beauty of dancing. You make it look like you’ve lost all control when in reality you’ve got complete control over your movements,” Yamada said. “Dancing looks loose and free, but really good dancers have every move measured out. Like a recipe.”

“For disaster?” Aizawa added.

“Or for a really good treat,” Yamada winked. “Now, back to the lesson. I can also put your hand here on my chest to make things more intimate, rather than just hugging you and making it seem like that’s all we can do is hug on the dance floor.”

Yamada cupped their hands together and brought it down to his chest, tucking Aizawa's hand against his heart beat. Aizawa could feel the steady rhythm through his shirt and was jealous of how calm it seemed. His own heart doing somersaults. Yamada's other hand reached around his lower back again and Aizawa's free hand went back up to Yamada's other shoulder instinctively.

Curious, Aizawa thought.

“I feel like this is a lot to take in and I’m going to forget something,” Aizawa said. There seemed to be a lot of etiquette in dancing and he wasn't sure what was considered too intimate, too formal, and just casual enough to be okay. It was starting to make his head spin, but that could just have been from the proximity.

“If you do, I’ll be right there to help you out. If you forget to take my hand first, and go in for the hug maneuver, I’ll just take your hand gently,” Yamada said, demonstrating by putting Aizawa’s arms around his neck, followed by his hands on Aizawa’s waist to steady him.

Aizawa’s breathing hitched as he felt Yamada’s hands go to his waist, brushing against his rib cage on the way down.

“And I’ll do this,” Yamada added, reaching up and taking Aizawa’s hand, dragging it down his chest, and pulling it into the position they’d practiced moments before with Aizawa’s fingers between Yamada’s thumb and first finger. Aizawa rubbed his thumb against Yamada’s considering how smoothly he transitioned one pose into another so sensually and so casually that it sent his heart stammering in his chest, as well as made it look so utterly natural and not like Aizawa had messed anything up. Curiosity piqued, Aizawa listened as Yamada continued.

“So the first move we’re going to learn,” he said. “Is called the foxie. And it’s something anyone - even someone who’s never danced before - can do because it’s a very simple movement. Don’t think too hard about it. I’m going to step forward, and you’ll take a step back, okay? Ready?”

“Uh oh-okay?” Aizawa said. This was moving faster than he realized. Were they really already moving into dance steps? Weren't they still practicing how to hold each other? Oh god they were still holding each other.

Taking a step forward, Yamada gave a gentle nudge with his hands to indicate when he was moving, and Aizawa quickly took a step back, perhaps a bit too quick as Yamada had to catch up to fill the small gap that had spanned between them.

“Easy, easy,” Yamada said with a smile. “Let’s go at a rhythm. One-two-three-four. Step forward, sway, step back. One-two-three-four. “My left foot matches your right foot and vice versa. I’ll take a small step forward with my left, you take a small step back with your right.”

Aizawa took a step back, swayed to one side, then back to the original foot, and when Yamada took a step back, he followed a little too far, and stepped on Yamada’s foot.

“Sorry!” Aizawa said, pulling away from Yamada, and holding up his hands as if he’d overstepped his boundaries between them.

Yamada took Aizawa’s hands in his own and shook his head.

“You don’t have to be sorry for anything,” he said. “You’re still learning. It’s always okay to make a mistake when you’re learning. It’s how you grow and get better. You don’t have to be perfect right out the door, nor are you expected to be. Just like with fighting, you gotta learn muscle memory.”

Aizawa’s eyes fell to their feet as Yamada guided him back into the stance and guided him through the movements once more. The little nudges with their hands made it easier to count for Aizawa. Soon he was falling into the rhythm of stepping backwards, swaying back and forth for a couple of beats, then stepping forwards again into another sway. They did this several times, Yamada counting quietly under his breath.

“Eyes on me now,” Yamada added softly.

Aizawa tore his eyes from their feet up to Yamada’s eyes and flushed again.

“They were on you,” Aizawa murmured softly. That smile on Yamada's lips was going to be the death of him.

“My eyes are up here though,” Yamada teased. “Or do you have a thing for feet now?”

“Depends,” Aizawa said. “Do you have toe beans?”

Yamada laughed again. “No but I’ve got on those cat paw socks you got me for Christmas.”

“Close enough,” Aizawa replied.

Another cute laugh. Each time he laughed was like a shot of electricity to Aizawa’s system. He wasn’t sure if it was from the sheer embarrassment or from pure exhilaration that he could entertain Yamada so easily. Even though they’d been dating a month, it still gave Aizawa butterflies to see Yamada so happy. Especially because of something he did.

“Ready for the next step in the lesson?” Yamada grinned.

“There’s more?” Aizawa asked, sounding surprised. He in fact wasn’t. Of course there was more. There had to be more. He couldn’t just get this one and done deal, there was always more to it with Yamada. Then again, that’s what Aizawa liked about him. He was always thorough.

“So once again, that’s a step back, one-two” Yamada said, nudging with his hand to indicate for Aizawa to step back.

He did so almost without thinking, and perked up as he glanced down at his feet then back up at Yamada as he listened.

“Sway side to side, three-four,” he continued. “Now when we sway this time, we’re going to lift our feet on this side,” he said, indicating Aizawa’s right and his own left. “And bring it a little this way.” He pulled it to his left and Aizawa followed with his right. “Now I’ll take a step back and you’ll step forward again, one-two. And we sway again, making the same motion with our feet, three-four.”

He made the motions again, and they started to move in a small circle, and Aizawa’s eyes lit up as it all started piecing together.

“Now, there are a few fun things we can add to it,” Yamada said.

“There’s more still?” Aizawa said, this time actually surprised. He thought they’d basically covered everything there was to know about dancing casually in a circle. How could there be more?

“Absolutely,” Yamada said with a sly grin. “I can spin you for one.”

He lifted their interlocked hands over Aizawa’s head and gently guided him under it. He opened the hold on Aizawa’s hand and Aizawa spun in a slow circle until he came back around to face Yamada, who replaced his hand on Aizawa’s lower back again, sending a shiver up his spine.

It was a good shiver.

It was a gentle turn that had him lost in the moment and when he came back into the dance stance, Aizawa had eyes only for Yamada.

This boy who had asked him out a month ago was starting to be able to fluster him in ways that Aizawa hadn't imagined possible. It was wonderful and exhilarating and terrifying and nerve-wracking all at once. He wanted to crawl into a hole and hide from it all assaulting his system, but he also wanted nothing more than to embrace it head on and get as much as the rays of light coming of Yamada as he could possibly get. He was like a dehydrated house plant soaking up some much desired and needed water and sunlight. He'd never felt like this in his life.

They swayed and stepped a few more times, lost in the rhythm of the moment, Yamada’s counting under his breath had stopped and their eyes were locked as they danced together in Aizawa’s bedroom amidst all their books from school and homework they were supposed to be doing, but were currently neglecting. They had more important things to think about right now.

Yamada brought them into a sway that shifted back and forth for a moment, pausing their turning, and put Aizawa’s hand that he was holding up on his shoulder. Then, putting his hand on his back, Yamada gently turned Aizawa forming a dip stance (being careful not to go too far and topple them both), and remained tall and steady as he held Aizawa firmly in his grasp and Aizawa stared at him wide eyed, star struck in the moment. So many thoughts were passing through his mind before Yamada gently ushered him into that dip, but the moment he locked eyes with the blonde boy while in his arms, his mind went silent and he couldn’t think of anything other than kissing him. Finally, Yamada pulled him back into the dancing stance and the swaying started up again.

Kissing? They'd kissed a few times and it was awkward and new and unfamiliar territory, and Aizawa was kind of afraid of it, though he'd never admit that out loud. Especially not to Yamada. His light was so bright to Aizawa who felt like a gremlin under a rock half the time that it was difficult to look directly into a sun-like smile of Yamada's. But oh how he wanted to. He wanted to burn his retinas against that smile.

There was a long silence between them, only the soft exchange of exhales being heard over their beating hearts. Aizawa’s heart was beating so loudly in his ears that he was sure Yamada could hear it too. That there was no way he couldn’t feel the pulse under his fingertips against his side and against his hand.

“I hope that wasn’t too startling,” Yamada said softly. “Me not explaining what I was doing before I did it that time, and all.”

“It was perfect,” Aizawa said in the same tone. It was hard to imagine what was going through Yamada’s mind at that moment, but he desperately hoped it was something similar to his own. He wanted to crawl out the window and onto the roof top and kiss him under the stars. But at the same time, they were having so much fun dancing that he didn’t want to stop doing that either.

He paused at that thought.

He was having fun dancing?

Well if it was with Yamada, logically he was having fun. Yamada made everything fun. Sparring. Movies. Cuddles. Dancing. Kissing. He didn’t want any of this to end.

They turned in soft circles, the warmth showing in their cheeks from their proximity. Even Yamada was burning bright. That made Aizawa happy. That he could evoke that kind of reaction in Yamada that Aizawa himself felt.

They swirled and danced and turned and swayed until finally Yamada brought them to a stand still, their hands still intertwined, their faces smiling.

"And now, my dear listener," Yamada said. "You are now a dancer."

Aizawa was struck speechless for a moment at how his skin tingled at Yamada's touch.

"Thanks," he replied lamely.

"Now," Yamada said. "I should have done this before, but I just assumed and made an ass out of myself. Shouta Aizawa," Yamada said, letting go of Aizawa and taking a step back. Aizawa instantly missed the contact and wished he hadn't stopped or pulled away.

But Yamada got down on one knee and Aizawa's stomach flipped like it was trying out for the Olympics. At the rate it was going, he was pretty sure it'd win a metal.

"Will you do me the outrageous honor of going to the school dance with me?" Yamada asked.

"I don't know about outrageous honor," Aizawa said, crossing his arms with a pouty look on his face. Oh why did he have to make this so hard to process everything? There were already so many emotions coursing through him. Why did Yamada have to make more of them appear? "But I guess it wouldn't be so bad if we went together..." he finished at last.

Yamada's smile out shown the sun in that moment and he stood again and hugged Aizawa, causing the other boy's heart to try and escape out his throat. When he pulled back to look Aizawa in the face, he glanced down at Aizawa's lips, causing Aizawa's eyes to flicker to his then back up.

"Wanna sit on the roof and watch the stars?" Aizawa asked in a hushed tone. And by watching the stars, he meant watching the stars in Yamada's eyes. But he wouldn't say that out loud.

"I wanna kiss you under the stars," Yamada replied, also hushed.

Aizawa flushed brightly as he took Yamada's hand in his own, lacing their fingers together. It was a bold move for Aizawa and it didn't go unnoticed by Yamada who smiled warmly.

"Then after the dance do you wanna spend the night and watch The Cat Returns and drink hot chocolate with me?" Aizawa asked.

"While cuddling?" Yamada prompted, pretending to think it over. It was obvious he was pretending because he was smirking despite his efforts to sound serious.

"I-If you want," Aizawa shrugged, unable to look directly at him all of a sudden. There were so many feelings crawling around his insides that he felt like he needed to crawl into a sleeping bag and cocoon himself into a burrito to escape them all. It was hard to process. Then again, if Yamada was there, it would be more fun. It would make Aizawa's stupid little gremlin heart happier if he were there.

"I would love to," Yamada said. "If that's what you want."

There was a small silence followed by a small nod from Aizawa. It was hard for him to put into words how much he truly liked Yamada. So he hoped the little gestures would make it known and worth it. It was his own way of shouting it from the mountain tops. Yamada would declare it verbally, loudly, proudly, and exuberantly. But Aizawa was more quiet about it. It was more personal to him. He didn't need others to know so long as Yamada knew. That was what really mattered to Aizawa.

Not that there was anything wrong with declaring love for Aizawa to the heavens. It was quite amusing, if not just a little embarrassing. It was Yamada's love language to verbally remind Aizawa just how much he liked him. Just as it was Aizawa's love language to give physical touch in response. Aizawa was still shy about showing affection. He felt like holding hands in public was screaming at others how much he liked Yamada, though most people didn't notice or care. He did most of his physical affection in private where only Yamada could see. But that was enough for them.

"Come on," Yamada said. "Let's go on the roof and 'look at stars' for a while," he said, adding air quotes to his sentence with his fingers. Aizawa tried to hide his grin as they made their way to the window but failed, a small chuckle escaping his lips. This was going to be a fun night.

They went to the roof and sat under the stars, Yamada laying his head on Aizawa's shoulder.

"I'm really glad you're going to the dance with me," Yamada said.

"I know," Aizawa grinned at him.

"I'm really glad I got to know you," Yamada said.

"I'm glad I got to know you too," Aizawa admitted after a moment.

"Shouta?" Yamada said, fidgeting with his fingers. He seemed nervous and Aizawa picked up on it quickly. There was something on Yamada's mind that he wanted to say but wasn't sure how to say it. That's usually what his hand fidgeting meant.

"Yeah?" Aizawa asked softly. He wanted to know what was on Yamada's mind after a perfect evening like that. Was something bothering him that Aizawa had done? Hopefully not. Or at least, it was hopefully something Aizawa could fix.

"I just... I wanted to tell you something," Yamada continued.

"I know," Aizawa said.

"Y-you know?" Yamada stammered.

"You always fidget when you wanna tell me something," Aizawa pointed out.

"Huh?" Yamada said, taken back.

"Your hands fidget when you have something on your mind," Aizawa replied.

"O-oh," Yamada replied, then let out a laugh. "I thought you meant you knew what I was trying to say."

"Oh," Aizawa said.

There was a small silence.

"I don't know that," Aizawa admitted.

"I uh..." Yamada continued. "I just wanted to say... I... I love you."

Aizawa felt his heart leap into his throat again. God there was so much to unpack there but honestly? Aizawa had been wanting to say the same thing for some time but had been unable to put it into words and Yamada had done so succinctly with three words.

"I love you too," he answered, feeling all the world like he'd just screamed it to the heavens.

"Really?" Yamada gasped, seeming shocked he'd said it out loud.

"Really really," Aizawa answered, leaning down and kissing him.

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