If anybody's wondering, here's the playlist for the cafeteria:

Riera, "Twice"

Agnes Obel, "Fuel to fire"

(SoundCloud, I will add songs as I go

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I imagine the narrator's voice to sound somewhat like the one in Stanley parable, love that guy.

To the unaware outlooker, this was but one ordinary Wednesday morning in class 1A. Aizawa sensei had submitted a villain outbreak scenario to his students then tasked them to elaborate a counter plan in less than 15 minutes before handing the writing assignment over.

Silence had taken over what was otherwise an ever loud, energetic and chatty classroom. Aizawa sensei was all the more appreciative of it, as it allowed him one of his rarest chance at dozing off, cocooned in his sleeping bag as he was.

They didn't react immediately, at first, when out of nowhere an unbodied voice proclaimed in the most cliché book's narrator tone:

"Bakugou Katsuki slowly raised up from his seat."

Intrigued looks zeroed on him from all directions, just as Bakugou found he was compelled to suddenly do exactly as he was told. His chair screeched against the floor on his way up.

"What the HELL?!"

That roused their teacher out of his hiding haven, he poked his head out, unzipping the bag,

"Bakugou, don't disturb the class, or I'll have to fail y..."

"Then, he punched himself in the face",

the calm voice said again. Bakugou scoffed. But his arm raised seemingly by itself as it clench his own fist before hitting him right in the nose. Bakugou fell back on his chair with the surprise and force of it, pinching his bloodied nose, "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? I swear, if any of you clowns is doing this, there's going to be BLOOD!", he glared around, only stopping when he spotted Deku, one seat behind. "DEKUuuu!", he seethed.

The boy raised both his hands in front of him as he shrank as further away as his sitting position allowed "It's not me Kacchan!", his eyes were blown wide.

"Bakugou skipped happily to the front of his classroom"

The class held its breath, and as surely as it had the first two times, Bakugou raised to his feet once more.

He felt the blood slowly creep from his neck to his face in shame as he bounced like a freakin' schoolgirl all the way up to the black board. The sheer humiliation had him unable to turn around to face his classmate's eyes, even as he was released from the strange compulsion. He ducked his head. Three seconds of silence weighed over them all.

"pffff!"

"MINETA YOU LIL SHIT! IMMA' MAKE GRAPE JUICE OUT OF YA!", explosions immediately boomed in his raised palms.

It took Aizawa's quirk to stop the bombastic outburst threatening to tick off. Mineta's life was saved only by the proverbial gong, as the bell announced the afternoon break.

"All right children, no harm done. Hand over your assignments so I can finally be done with your shenanigans."

Bakugou all but strode back to his desk to retrieve the piece of paper -and his bag, that he flung over his shoulder- slapped his assignment half crunched over the front desk and made his way toward the exit. Slamming the sliding door open, he then made a hasty retreat.

"Is he gone?", came Mineta's voice from under his desk.

"Yeah", answered Uraraka, "What was that?"

"It looked like a quirk's doing, the overriding, possessing type...", Izuku started to mutter.

"Whatever it was, it singled out Bakugou specifically", commented Todoroki.

"True that"

Aizawa quipped a brow "I take it you all want to fail your class then?"

As one, all students got up to deliver their paper and subsequently headed out for lunch.

Izuku easily fell in steps with Uraraka. He was proud to notice he did not hide his face from her gaze anymore and was actually able to discuss with her quite comfortably compared to some months ago.

"So, that was strange!"

"Yeah. Who could be so bold as to do this to Kacchan?"

"Or so suicidal."

Izuku snorted, but then he thought it over

"He really would not kill them, though... Would he?"

Their shared silence was answer enough, and Izuku gulped.

"We have to find whomever did it before Kacchan does"

"For their sake, I hope he never figures it out"

They entered the cafeteria together, Ida waved at them from their table and they went to join him. Todoroki was sitting there too, near the edge. So was Tsuyu.

That is when a high pitched ear-splitting electric sound suddenly assaulted them. The 'oh pleasant voice of Bakugou boomed, amplified, in the cafeteria.

"LISTEN UP YA BUNCH OF EXTRAS: WHOMEVER IS THE SMARTASS IDIOT MESSING WITH ME BETTER FUSS UP NOW WHILE I'M STILL FUCKIN' CALM!" He peppered his claim with a single explosion and glared at the students from his spot: stood up on his chair with one foot on the table. A megaphone held to his lips. His red eyes promised murder.

Izuku looked at them students too, silently praying the culprit to stay put.

"NO ONE? FIGURED YOU WERE A COWARD. " He sneered.

"Bakugou Katsuki started to dance", the 'narrator' ordered.

Using the foot he had on the table, Katsuki propelled himself into a perfectly executed backflip which he smoothly transitioned into his next dance step. The choreography was fairly impressive in its raw energy and well timed sequence, despite the lack of music. Izuku had never seen Bakugou dance until then, but as he witnessed the blond's effortless J-pop break dance, he was of the mind that whatever this 'narrator' had planned, it had rather backfired. Until it spoke again.

"Ballet"

"FOR FUCK' SAKE!"

His style abruptly took a 180 degree turn, as he gathered his hands before him to form a neat circle with his arms, then raised himself on his toes and started a shuffling with his feet that Izuku didn't quite know the name of, and was pretty sure neither did Bakugou.

To be honest, rather than funny, Izuku found it all rather painful to witness. Sure, it was an innocent enough joke, but someone as prideful as Bakugou had been unlikely to just put up with this. Sooner or later shit would hit the fan.

The first minutes of confusion having passed, people were starting to outright laugh.

" Isn't it getting too much? Shouldn't we stop it?", Izuku asked.

Todoroki was passively looking passed over his shoulder at the unwilling spectacle that was Bakugou Katsuki, "He probably brought it upon himself, knowing him."

"Still...", Izuku's finger fidgeted on the table. When Bakugou started to twirl on the spot while spouting insults, Izuku decided he couldn't let this humiliation go on, even to someone as unnecessarily mean as Bakugou.

Inhaling sharply, he made to stand from his chair, Uraraka gripped his sleeve as he did "what are you doing?"

"I have to do something."

He had that look she thought, gently letting him go. He made his way to the blond.

"Deku, stay out of my way!"

Izuku knew better than to try to argue with him, instead he picked the dropped megaphone up.

"TO THE PERSON DOING THIS: WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP?"

He lowered the device, waiting for them to do just that. But Bakugou continued to skip around the room, his somewhat graceful moves ruined by his... less graceful language. Izuku frowned.

"I WAS WILLING TO LEAVE IT AT THAT, HOWEVER YOU'LL FIND OUT THAT I DON'T HAVE MUCH PATIENCE FOR BULLIES."

"Bakugou approached the green haired boy..."

Oh great. What had he set himself up for? Izuku tightly pinched his mouth shut. It was too late, wasn't it? He'd done it again. Meddling.

"I swear you can't keep your fuckin' mouth shut, it's like you're asking for it, dumbass!"

No counter argument there.

"...and pulled him into a dance, his favorite: ballroom dance."

"Deku, it's your funeral", he sneered, smoke coming out of his mouth.

The other gulped, but then Bakugou grabbed his left forearm and tugged mercilessly so that Izuku stumbled ahead and unto his torso. Snaring his left arm around the shorter boy's waist, Bakugou reached for Deku's other hand, crushing it into his own as he raised their joint hands to their side. Some nutjob with a deathwish whistled from somewhere.

Not really knowing what he was supposed to do, Deku looked at his ..uh.. dance partner?

And averted his eyes just as soon; that stare could kill.

Too abruptly, he was pulled into the maddest succession of twirls and jumps and footwork he had ever done in his life, outside fighting. Katsuki was dancing like he was possessed -which okay, he was- however Izuku didn't share the privilege and thus every step he made, he did so with his share of stumbled hesitation, building up shyness under such scrutiny from his peers and an understandable general lack of experience in the dancing department.

What's more, to find a shred of coordination with a boy such as Bakugou Katsuki was like biking, after your legs had been glued together.

Izuku tripped if he was too slow, stumbled if he didn't catch on the direction of the leading boy, walked over his toes as he glanced down, doing his best to try and decipher the pattern. Simply put: it was a mess.

A hot mess. Who knew waltzing required this much energy!? Izuku was starting to sweat. His mishaps continued and the boy didn't dare raise his eyes again since he had found out that: looking down at their feet? Best escape from reality ever.

It only got worse when one student got the bright idea to boot up some music. Yep, they found someone with a quirk to amplify it too. Several people hooted in delight at that, Bakugou got pissed.

"THIS AIN'T A DAMN SHOW YOU LOSERS!"

The only response he got was several laughs, as well as dimmed lights. Courtesy of one of their avid spectators laying into the joke.

Izuku coughed awkwardly. His left hand gripped his rival's shoulder, tense, just the way it would if it was the only thing keeping him from falling down a cliff. Bakugou had half a mind to stomp on that hand so to speed the process along... If he only could.

"Your hand is sweaty, it's disgusting", he said instead.

"sorry", Deku self-consciously lessened his grip on Bakugou's right hand.

A click of tong "s'fine, you're so bad at this I'm almost ashamed for you"

Izuku heard rather than saw the self-assured smirk on that face.

"It's my first time. Dancing."

As if to prove himself right, he stumbled on the next step.

"That's a shitty excuse. You just have no talent."

"Oh yeah? Well, you're the possessed one, so here's your excuse!"

"Excuse for what?"

"For being a good dancer!"

Bakugou grin widened

"Damn right I am "

"Because you're possessed!"

"That's irrelevant", he glared at him and Deku looked to the right, then left, and then back down, finding himself unable to hold that stare -not in their current circumstances, anyway.

Gods, how did he do it again during their fights?

"Then prove it. What am I doing wrong here?"

Bakugou considered staying silent and continue to watch him squirm. But if he was forced to dance, he might as well do a damn good job of it. Shut up all these extras! He owned it to himself to be perfect. Deku, like always, was bringing him down.

"Look up. You're not supposed to think about the pattern so hard."

"Uh?", Deku raised his head, a quizzical look on his face.

"Okay, now you keep your head up. Move closer."

Bakugou pressed his left hand that was on the boy's lower back and Deku's feeble attempt at reluctance was for naught. There was no more space between them. Deku's head ducked down instantly with burning cheeks, his green locks grazed the blond's face annoyingly, now that they were so close.

"Eyes up, I said."

"B..b-but Kacchan...!"

Bakugou gripped Deku's right hand so hard in his, the green boy might as well have performed a Detroit smash and crushed his own fingers.

"Ouch! Fine! Ease up on the grip!"

"Lastly, and most importantly, stop trying to lead! That's my goddamn job Deku!"

"What do you mean, I'm not doing anything?"

"You're pulling this way and that!"

"I'm just trying to follow you!"

"No, you're supposed to let me steer you around without resistance. Shouldn't have to be so hard for a deku."

Izuku ground his teeth, "I'm no mindless doll, Kacchan"

"Whatever, you're still a horrible dancer though. So shut it, stop overthinking and let me lead, ya nerd!"

Let him lead? Stop overthinking it? What this boy was asking was unthinkable. Mad.

Should he try? Izuku was pretty sure wherever Kacchan planned to lead Izuku was nowhere but to his own shameful demise. Still, it was Izuku's nosiness that landed them here in the first place. Maybe he owned it to him to at least try?

Plus Ultra, as they said.

So he tried. At first there was no change other than Izuku looking passed Katsuki's right ear. But then he noticed it: as he wasn't looking at his feet, he felt the swaying instead, the natural and easy movement. He eased in it, his own grip on the blond's shoulder softened. His focus was only on that swaying, and on his gravity center that seemed to have shifted between them to the place where their body touched, and on the music's cadence.

Bakugou didn't make a sound, but his right hand's hold had become gentler, with just enough force as to manœuvre Midoriya's entire body in the direction he desired. Izuku let himself be swept once and the rush it gave him was the most unexpected thing. He could not stop the grin tugging at his lips even as he tried.

The experience emboldened him. On their next steer, Izuku cast all and any remaining uncertainty to the wind, letting the other pushes and pulls guide his steps mindlessly. Soon, what had started out as a painfully slow, awkward dance, had evolved into a flowing, one minded glide. Bakugou quickened or slowed their pace at the music's convenience, and Izuku let him.

In the whirlwind of synchronization and adrenaline, Bakugou released the other's back and spun him around before catching him again. They fell neatly back in step under their wide-eyed audience.

All too soon, the music stopped, as they both stood still in the middle of the circle of students, breathing heavily.

One hand on Izuku's back, one on Bakugou's shoulder, the other two locked together. Red eyes diving into green reading into red.

'wait, what am I doing?' , they thought, and they both jumped back simultaneously away from the other.

Their fellow students exploded in an uproar of acclamations, and whistles, and cheers.

But the only thing going through their heads at that time was:

'What (the fuck) was that ?!'

Note:

Aaand that's chapter one! Should I continue?

fun fact: I wrote the dance partly from personal experience, minus the getting good at it :') Seriously, it was disastrous.

Anyway, this is my first fic (that I actually published) so I have no idea how bad it actually is, let's find out together~