He’s absolutely fucked, isn’t he?

It’s a few weeks later when 3A decides to go out to a dance club to celebrate their graduation. This dance club is much less fancy than the ballroom, with strobe lights and crowded bodies all blending together under the pulsing beats.

Shouto feels the bass in his ribcage, and he also feels insanely out of his element. This isn’t really where he shines. Not around this many people with alcohol in their systems. Not with this music bouncing in his skull and making his teeth rattle.

He’s a bit panicked, standing in the corner nursing a spiked seltzer, content to just watch his classmates have fun. He’s not sure why he let Mina talk him into coming, but now he’s feeling a vague sense of regret. Hell, Bakugou is out on the floor, grinding up on Jirou

who is laughing and encouraging him. Even Izuku, the most awkward dancer in the world, is dancing off tempo with Mina and Hagakure. Shouto feels slight envy at Izuku’s ability to persist through his embarrassment. He takes a long swig of his seltzer and checks his phone,

seeing that it’s far too early into the night to bail without everyone ragging on him and complaining. Shouto sighs.

“Hi Todoroki-kun!” Oh no. Ochako bounces up to him like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like he hasn’t been trying to lowkey avoid her since

the ballroom incident, like he didn’t overstep way too far and is now completely confused about his feelings towards her. She looks great tonight, in a black crop top with leggins and her hair pulled back into a bun, bangs framing her face. He’s magnetized.

"Hello," he says, cringing inwardly at how cold and robotic it sounds. Pull it together, Shouto.
"Why are you over here?" She asks, and he's not exactly sure how to answer.
"This isn't really... my scene," he tries. She gives him an incredulous look.

"Todoroki-kun, you're an amazing dancer." She says this like it's obvious, like she fully believes it. Suddenly he's using his quirk as discretely as he can to regulate the temperature in his face.
"Only ballroom stuff," says as he avoids her gaze.

"Ahhh, I see," she says, grinning. He doesn't like the way she looks like she knows something he doesn't.
"What?" he asks cautiously.
"Looks like you have a weakness after all," she grins, and then reaches for his hand.

"C'mon, you helped me in the ballroom so I'll help you out here." She's a lot stronger than her small size suggests, effortlessly pulling him through body after body on the dance floor despite his resistance and protests.
"Really, Uraraka, I can't dance like this," he pleads.

When she stops, she turns around, his left hand still in hers, and he can't help noting that her skin is so incredibly soft and that the pads of her fingers are a different texture. "Todoroki," she looks up at him with those big eyes, "Do you trust me?"

He can't stop the vigorous nod he gives her. "I promise I won't make you look stupid. Nobody's watching anyways." She grabs his other hand in her free one, and then laces their fingers together. He's trying so hard to regulate his temperature so that she can't tell how flustered

he is by such a simple action. "Now, you're just gonna do what I do." She starts moving her hips side to side to the beat, doing a little step that slightly mimics a waltz, but it's more fluid and... sexy. The thought makes him snap his eyes to the floor, focusing on her feet.

"Hey," she starts.
"Hm?" he asks, distracted by trying to copy her.
"Eyes on me." He can't help the shiver that goes up his spine as she echoes his words from the ballroom. When his eyes land on hers, there's a heat in them that reminds him of volcanoes, dangerous and beautiful.

He's swaying his hips, but it feels all wrong, too stiff and anxious. He probably looks like a giant idiot to her, he realizes. "I look stupid."
"No you don't. You just need to relax more. It's like what you told me about feeling the other person. Just feel my movements."

Suddenly she's pulling him in by their joined hands, placing hers around his neck and giving him no choice but to place his at her hips. His pointer fingers were grazing the exposed skin of her sides and he desperately tried to not focus on the electricity shooting up his arms.

"It's about feeling comfortable. What makes you feel comfortable?" she asks.
He answers before he can think about it.
"You." Her surprise only lasts a moment before her face splits into a huge grin.
"Okay then," she nods, "Just focus on me."

She gets even closer, so close that their chests are touching, their bodies aligned from the neck down. He's forced to focus on her face, feeling her hips sway against his own. He's a fucking goner.

Then a fucking filthy dance song comes on, all suggestive beats and dirty lyrics. He's about to back away when Ochako turns around in his hold, grinding her ass against his crotch. He can't help but thrust a little into it, already feeling himself get hard.

she puts her hands over his and he laces their fingers together, taking her advice about confidence. He then moves his hands a bit lower, so they're resting on her upper thighs as they sway back and forth.

He's operating on full instinct now, moving with her so that he can feel more of her body against his. His hips brush her ass again and again, and he would feel mortified and embarrassed if it wasn't for her encouragement, gripping his hands tighter and grinding harder.

"Fuck," he pants as she brushes directly against his cock. He hopes she doesn't hear it, but then her hand is coming up to grip the back of his neck, threading through his hair.
"Does it feel good?" she asks. He barely keeps his eyes from rolling back in his head.

"You're so...," he trails off, afraid to go too far or offend her or anything. This is all so new, completely uncharted territory, and he has no idea what he's allowed to do.
"Shouto," she says his given name and he almost comes right then and there in his pants.

"Mmm?"
"Let go," she commands, and who is he to deny her fucking anything at this point? The song changes but he barely hears it, only moving to the beat thundering in his chest and her hips.
"You're fucking gorgeous," he all but growls into her ear.

He feels more than sees her shiver. Gaining some confidence, he leans into her, letting his chin rest on her shoulder so he can have access to her neck. "Ochako," he breathes against her skin, and she moans quietly, just a little, just enough for him alone to hear it.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you these past few weeks," he admits, nosing up and down her neck, and she tilts her jaw to allow him more access, which he can't help but grin at.
"Me neither," she admits back. "I've been wanting this for a while. To have you like this."

"Like what?" he asks easily, letting his eyes slip shut as he inhales her scent, something sweet that makes his mouth water.
"Confident. It's so sexy on you." Shouto can't help his surprise.
"Really?"
"Of course." She twists in his arms so that she's facing him again.

Her arms wrap around his neck and she cards her fingers through his hair. His eyes slip shut and he leans into her touch. "Mmmm," he lets himself indulge for once, forgetting to feel uncomfortable and instead just letting himself be with her.