Toppo is up late at night, and he decides to do what most of us do what we're alone; jam to some random songs. There isn't much of a summary, because the title says it all at this point.

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Toppo Can't Dance

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The moon shined brightly, surrounded by the cloudless, deep dark purple sky that coated the planet. All of the main Pride Troopers were in one of the many private bases scattered all throughout the Universe, this particular one was in Cardia. The ten big dogs of the Pride Troopers do have separate private bases that they own, but the public ones outnumber such by tenfold. It was actually one of the substantially bigger bases with ten lofty rooms, a huge lounge area with pale green walls, coupled by a dining room which was divided with the kitchen that was more than equally as big. Even Dyspo's kitchen, which was the biggest out of everyone else's, wasn't more than three quarters of the size of this one, and the oven was bigger than Dyspo's new one that he bought recently after accidentally blowing up the older one.

But that's a whole other story.

While everyone else was asleep in whatever rooms they were in, the leader of the Pride Troopers was in the kitchen. He just placed a mug that he finished drinking out of into the automatic dish cleaner and walked back into the living room to turn the mounted TV off. Yes, Toppo was lowkey binge watching a favored series of his real late at night. It usually should be unlike him to stay up past like a few hours after dusk, but he's been picking up habits of a night owl ever since he had gotten to know more about Jiren over the years.

Well, you can thank him for that. The Grey manages to influence anyone he's with without even trying.

Even though it was late Toppo still had a lot of energy in him, he wouldn't mind going out for a jog at a time so ungodly late. But it was cold out and he'd rather not deal with getting a runny nose right now, so he decided to go upstairs and lay in his room and do… something, he didn't really have much of a plan. He was about to execute that line of thought right before noticing the music player sitting on one of the mounted light shelves to the wall. Now, since this base was also terrifically insulated, if he played the music at a level where anyone in the living room could hear it, those upstairs wouldn't hear even a peep of music pierce through the halls. Not only that, but he was in a good mood, and what do people in a good mood do?

They fucking dance.

Toppo pressed the button on the music player, instantly hearing this really catchy, bounce like song, and he started bopping his head to it. Within mere seconds, his body started grooving along with the beat, and finally he was just full out dancing to the upbeat music. He spun, his feet were moving with the beat, and he had his back turned to the stairs while hitting every move on key...

Except he wasn't.

An individual heard the faint sound of music playing downstairs, obviously the volume was low as everyone else was asleep. It didn't disturb his meditation because he had intuitively decided to stop, but it didn't intrigue him enough to go downstairs. The only reason why Jiren was even doing so was because he wanted to just stand outside and look at the sky, you know, like how usual badass dudes spend their free time.

And also because the sky looks beautiful to just stare at. To Jiren though, it isn't as beautiful as staring at a sun. That was one of his most guilty pleasures.

The music itself wasn't questionable, it got progressively louder as he went down the stairs, and once he was finally within view of the entire living room, Jiren paused for a really long time at the sight before him.

Here he found Toppo. Not only did he find Toppo, but he found Toppo in full lime green and orange striped goddamn pajamas, facing away from him with this bumpy music playing, doing… what the heck was he even doing? Toppo body looked so randomly stiff in certain places; he started trying to do this sort of shuffle that only Kunshi could finesse, he was swinging his arms and kicking his legs out in a way that made it look like he was going to topple over at any minute.

And then this one bouncy club-like song came on that happened to be his favorite (to be fair, it's the only clubby song Toppo really likes, his genre of music isn't in that spectrum). Toppo stopped momentarily and then started doing this thing where his back was rolling. The move was repeated, with a slight crouch to his legs and his hands on his knees, and a sudden popping back of his uhh… his butt. Or at least he tried to, but Toppo's rear situation isn't nice enough to execute such a move correctly, so it instead looking like he was trying to pop his spine back.

Jiren blinked for a long time.

Toppo was in the middle of hittin' Dem moves when he crossed his legs, and then swiftly turned right around in mid-dance to see a casually dressed Jiren leaning against the stairwell with his arms crossed.

The leader slowly re-righted himself, blinking a few times at the Grey who didn't even move; Jiren just gave Toppo his Jiren face, and Toppo looked down at the ground and placed his hands on his hips before turning around and switching the music player off. There was long pause right after Toppo turned off the music, and the two just kind of...looked at each other albeit Toppo avoiding his friend's eyes.

Toppo's dancing may have been to the music but to Jiren, it looked like Toppo had a really bad back problem that he was violently trying to fix.

Toppo cleared his throat and scratched his neck awkwardly, straightening himself as a stupid way to recover from all that Jiren had witnessed. The Grey Trooper had a mainly blank expression on his face, but Toppo could see that there was a lace of concern in his blank features.

"What are you trying to do?"

You know your dancing is horrible when someone asks what you're doing when you think you're obviously dancing. "Umm… I was uhh…" Toppo sighed, and then he changed the subject. "Why are you up so early?"

Jiren's brows furrowed. "I don't sleep." That's obvious, but Toppo wanted him to actually answer it with something else because he'd rather not have Jiren ask him aga- "Is this your way of avoiding my question?"

Jiren knew damn well it was.

"Kind of." Toppo sheepishly chuckled, but he decided to answer Jiren. "I was dancing."

"To what?"

Did Jiren not hear the music he was playing or something? Toppo didn't have headphones in, otherwise this situation would've been twenty times worse. "To the music, what else?"

Jiren narrowed his eyes. "You weren't moving with the music."

The Grey Pride Trooper, as with his low maintenance lifestyle, is also honest to the point where he's too honest. He basically just said Toppo's dancing was off key, and even if it was, that doesn't mean he should say it out loud. Toppo raised his own brow. "But I was, I was dancing to it all this time." Silence. "I couldn't help but turn on some music because I got bored."

"At this time of night?"

"...Yes." Toppo pursed his lips together. Maybe he should have said that he had a really bad back problem, because everything in Jiren's placid face was saying how am I friends with you?

The Grey calmly looked elsewhere before walking into the kitchen. Toppo followed him in there, and swallowed the last bit of embarrassment he felt from having Jiren witness his God-tier dance moves, propping a hand against a nearby kitchen counter. "Why did you come down, though?"

"I want to go outside." Was his simple reply. "You can continue doing what you were doing before I came down here."

Toppo frowned. "I told you already, I was dancing!"

"That didn't look like dancing at all." Jiren turned around with a nonchalant face.

Toppo made a hmmph sound before crossing his arms. "And what can you do to top it anyway? I'm pretty sure you can't dance, either."

"That's why I don't."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Toppo was sort of bantering with him now, but he peeped a different sub-meaning in what Jiren said. "Are you trying to say that just because I can't dance, I shouldn't?"

"Do whatever you want." Jiren looked at the door. "It doesn't concern me."

How does one rebuttal to that? "Well of course but, don't tell anyone about what you just saw."

Jiren shrugged. "I have no reason to."

The base has security cameras, by the way, which captured everything that Toppo did and everything that Jiren saw. So anyone who actually goes into the security room could just waltz in, rewatch that the next day, and probably cackle about it all day, but let's pretend that Toppo doesn't know about that. The strongest Pride Trooper opened the door to step outside, leaving Toppo still standing there debating on whether or not he should go upstairs and attempt to sleep or do something else.

You know what? Screw it, as Jiren said Toppo's insane dance moves don't concern him, he might as well continue doing it. Toppo shrugged the situation off, went back to the music player and turned it right the heck back on and started getting back into the groove. He was still in a good mood, and you know what people in a good mood do regardless of being caught by some stronger-than-dark-matter friend of theirs…

They. Fucking. Dance.

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Why is writing about these two so interesting? Lol. Can you imagine what Toppo might look like trying to 'pop his backside'? If you didn't get that, he was technically trying to uhh… I hate using this freaking word… twerk (ugh). I'm seldom sorry for the images I presented to you guys.

Cardia is a pun on Cardio or Cardiovascular since Netfiss seems to be a play on Fitness. Couldn't help it xD.

The moral of the story here is, okay look; if you're in a good mood, and you wanna dance, and you can't dance, then go and goddamn dance! Ain't nobody gonna stop you and nobody can, dance your little heart out, kiddos. Don't look at the title, and how it contradicts this motivational sentence of mine. Don't look at it that way lol.

Anyways, 'till next chapter! :3