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Today was a class A reunion for the now pro-heroes. Everybody was drinking, dancing, and making out, and there was Kirishima sitting alone, drink in one hand, and his red eyes were glued on a couple dancing in front of him on the dancefloor, more specifically he was staring at Ashido Mina, and Sero Hanta. Sero's arms were wrapped around Mina's waist, lips connected and their bodies grinding on each other in the blasting music.
"Are you jealous?" a voice said very close to his ear, startling him.
"W-what? Who?" he almost splashes his drink on himself then he sees Jiro was the person who startled him, now she was sitting down next to him.
"Who, you ask? I'm talking about the guy who had his eyes glued on Mina the entire night."
"Oh, I don't know that guy, he sounds creepy," Kirishima tries to joke.
"Funny, you can stop pretending, jealousy is written all over your face."
"I-I'm not jealous, I'm over Mina, Sero is a good guy, she's happy with him, I'm happy that she's happy. "
"Are you really over her?” she asks skeptically.
"I'm working on it… Then how about you and Kaminari, don't you feel anything when you see him dancing with YaoMomo?" They turned their attention to the mentioned couple, Kaminari was holding Momo so close his face was practically in between her breasts, since she was taller than him and on top of that she was wearing high heels too, probably Kaminari's idea, so he can have the perfect view of her cleavage.
"So are you over him?”
"I'm working on it…” she gives him the same answer, "They're happy together too, but they do look kinda funny with that height difference."
"Yeah, I guess both Mina and Kaminari have a thing for tall people," says Kirishima while still looking at couples dancing.
"You're pretty tall yourself, actually very tall.”
"Only because I grew up a lot in our last year in high school.”
Kirishima stops staring at the couples and looks at Jiro like he just got a bright idea, "I kinda want to dance. Do you want to dance with me?"
"Where's Bakubro?” She changes the subject.
"He's busy with his girl. Are you avoiding my invitation?”
"Ugh, I'm not that good at dancing.”
"I'm not that good either, but I still want to dance."
"I'm sure you can go in the crowd and find a girl better than me at dancing.”
"Nah, I'm probably gonna get rejected and come back to you.”
She scoffs "Oh, please, I bet fangirls are waiting to jump at the opportunity to have their hands all over you.”
He fakes a gasp, "So you would rather push me in the arms of a handsy fangirl with wandering hands to take advantage of me. What kind of hero are you?” She laughs at his theatrics.
Kirishima gets up and extends his hand to her, "Miss Jiro may I have this dance?"
"That kind of talk only works on Momo."
Kirishima points at where Momo was dancing with Kaminari who was trying to impress her with some dance moves he had probably seen on TV, he wasn't very good but Momo seemed to appreciate his effort, "She's rather preoccupied this fine evening," he puts on his best puppy-dog eyes.
“Fine, I'll dance, just stop talking like that." He slid off the barstool, holding out his hand to help her to her feet. She noted how small her hand looked in his when she placed her hand in his big strong, and harsh palm, his warmth seeping into her fingers from contact.
When she got next to him she felt even smaller and thought to herself 'he grew up a lot, he really became his manly ideal’, now she's starting to feel self-conscious about his physique.
She was wondering why she didn't pay more attention to Kirishima until now, ah right she was busy listening and laughing at Kaminari's stupid jokes, but still, she always had a thing for fit guys rather than skinny guys like Kaminari.
When they got to the dance floor the music changed to a slow dance song, Jiro froze up a bit, thinking now she's gonna be even closer to him and even more aware of him, he probably noticed her acting weird.
"Ah, good thing the song changed, slow dancing is easy, now all we have to do is embrace ourselves, and step on each other's feet without anybody noticing." He takes both her hands and puts them on his shoulders, then puts his hands on the sides of her slim waist, and starts swaying.
He was smiling, eyes focused on hers, she kept averting her eyes so as not to make too much eye contact with him, he's so easy-going and smooth, her awkwardness slowly disappeared.
Then some drunk couple bumped into her and pushed her into Krishima's chest, "Ope, careful, they didn't even apologize, rude.''
She was somewhat happy that the little accident gave her an excuse not to make eye contact with him, so she decided to keep her head on his chest. She heard his steady heartbeat with her earphone jack and decided to stay like that and listen to his heartbeat and unconsciously move her hands around his neck. Kirishima was blushing but luckily it was dark in the club, and he's glad Jiro finally relaxed.
After a while, Kirishima's heartbeat changed, and she heard him calling her, "Uhm, Jiro, the song is over and you're tickling my neck with your Earjack.” She looks up and sees her earphone jack around his neck doing some slow circles on him with the tip of her jack, while the other Earjack was on his chest, she was mortified, "Ah, I'm sorry, I was distracted while I was listening to your heartbeat…” she blurts out.
"It's ok, wait you were listening to my heartbeat? Like a doctor?”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“So Doctor Jirou, is my heart ok?”
“Don't make fun of me,” she gives a small slap over the bicep.
"I'm not, I'm curious if my heart is ok, dealing with unrequited love and stuff.”
"Y-yes your heart sounds strong.”
"Good to hear. Now let's drink something.”
"Yes, please.”
"My treat as thanks for the dance,” they make their way to the bar. They forgot entirely about Mina and Kaminari.
After a few drinks at the bar, they started to get suspicious looks, "Hey, I think you have a stalker. She's had her eyes on you all night."
"Oh, you've noticed," he gives her a boyish smile, "Well I'm trying my best to ignore her, I don't think she's dangerous compared to your own stalker.”
"What?! What stalker?” Jiro asked, panicked.
"Ever since we came to the bar that dude a few meters behind you has been staring your way." She turns her head slowly to look at said stalker, "Holy cow he's huge, he looks like Vlad King."
"This is uncomfortable, we better move this party to a private booth."
"I agree," she grips Kirishima's bicep as they make their way to a private booth.
"This is much better, finally some peace, no eyes on us.”
“I didn't know being a hero meant we have to deal with stalkers everywhere we go, I can't imagine Endeavor dealing with this type of stuff,” says Jiro while making herself comfortable on the couch.
“Well, I can’t imagine Endeavor in a club at all.”