May I Have this Dance

Shota/Els
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Aizawa sighed as he walked into the living room and saw his girlfriend pacing in front of their couch. "You've been irritable lately. What's wrong?"

"It's this stupid dance tonight. I hate dances!" Elly's ears flattened back and she actually hissed.

"Huh." He set his coffee down on the table and nodded. "I'm not fond of them, either."

"They're ridiculous. I don't want to go either."

"There's something really bothering you about this." Aizawa folded his arms, staring down at her with the stern gaze he normally reserved for his students. "Talk to me."

"Look!" She shoved her phone at him. An old photo showed him a much younger Elly. She seemed sad, her smile weak like she couldn't quite fake it. "Am I ugly there? Please, Shota, be honest."

He squinted at it. "I fail to see any difference other than age, Ches."

"Really?"

"Why do you sound suspicious?" Emotion crept into his voice slowly but surely as they spoke. "You're beautiful, my queen."

She tossed the phone carelessly on the table, causing it to skitter across until it banged lightly onto his mug. He winced. "Well, there had to be something. No one ever went with me to any dance. Ever! No one would ask! It was like, if someone would've been seen with me their life would be ruined. I don't understand. I didn't stink, I wasn't really ugly -"

"You were not ugly at all." He frowned.

"The kids said I was and my family did, too!"

His tired face suddenly became very alert. Did she say her family?! As a hero, he knew bad things happened to youngsters, but to learn his girlfriend had been abused struck him deeply. "But I can see very clearly." He pointed at the phone, then at her. "You were not. You are not."

"If it wasn't that, then what was wrong with me?"

Aizawa sighed. "Nothing." He sat down next to her and pulled her into a comforting embrace. "People can be cruel. They needed someone to hurt so they felt better about themselves, and it seems they chose you."

"But - but my entire schooling? From kindergarten until graduation? I had to be - something was wrong with..."

His arms tightened around her. "No."

"But..."

"No!" This time he went further, rolling fully onto the couch and entwining his legs with hers so they were as one. "Those other people were in the wrong. Not you."

"Well, now you know why I've been in such a shitty mood lately. I hate dances because I feel all that pain come back. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

"Go with me."

"What?"

"Go with me to this one."

"Shota, you hate social engagements." She smiled as she stroked his cheek, ruffling the dark stubble. "Plus didn't you say you're on patrol? You don't have to do this for me."

"Are you turning me down?" His brows drew together in an almost comical expression of disappointment.

"No-o-o, but if you hate stuff like this, why take me and make it worse?"

Aizawa decided that she would need more convincing. He held her chin in one hand so she would have no choice but to meet his gaze. "Go out and buy a dress. I'm taking you." As she opened her mouth to protest again he kissed her softly, moving his lips on hers and deepening his slow tongue thrusts when she moaned. "Later, I'll take you again," he promised with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.


Elly had never really liked buying dresses for obvious reasons. Because of this, she had perfected the art of choosing one that fit quickly and well. The trick, she had discovered, was the first one you saw that really caught your eye would almost always be the one you ended up with. And this sparkly purple one was perfect. It was modest but still off the shoulder and matched her darker fur striping. She paid and left so she could get ready, excited yet feeling slightly ill at the same time.

"I'm back, Sho." She wrestled the dress inside and walked into the back to lay it across their bed. The sweet smell of soap and steam drifted into the rest of the home as he popped the bathroom door.

"Oh? I left it running, if you want to get in while it's hot."

"Oh, good!"

He smiled as she kissed him on the cheek. "Take your time," he called out. "I got us a ride to the hall."

"Ride?" She stepped into the warm water with a grateful shudder. "But we're so close."

"You deserve this." The tired-looking man started pulling parts of his formal wear out of the closet. Everything was still immaculate as he had gotten it pressed and cleaned the last time he wore a suit.

Elly focused on getting ready and not the growing dread within her. No, it was foolish to think things would turn out bad, somehow. She had a date for the first time and he had been the best thing to happen to her in a long while. She struggled to force the old memories out of the way so she could make new ones.

Aizawa was waiting in the bedroom for her when she came out.

"Shota."

He raised his eyebrows at her exclamation of surprise. "Yes?" She had been too self-absorbed to notice he had shaved, even though she had kissed him. His hair was pulled back in a high ponytail and he wore a purple bowtie that matched her dress.

"You're so handsome."

He coughed lightly and rubbed at the back of his neck, casting his gray eyes aside. "You're naked."

"Oh. Oh yeah." She stuck her tongue out at him and picked up her underwear. He watched her silently until she slid the dress over her head. "Dumb zippers."

"I've got you." He held her around the waist with one hand and zipped with the other. "Interesting. The slit in back for your tail has velcro."

"Yep. That I can get because it's easy to feel around for iiiiitttt! Sho!"

He chuckled darkly, his hand up her dress. "I'm on it, my queen."

"Yes, I realize that."

"Okay. All fastened. Now face me." He took her hand and turned it over, palm up. "Here." The most gorgeous corsage she had ever seen suddenly appeared in it, light lavender colored to offset her dress.

"The tie, a corsage. How did ...?"

"Remember Midnight texting you to ask what you were wearing?"

"Aw, Sho." She threw her arms around him.

"Wait until you see your ride," he grinned.

He had gotten use of one of the school limousines. Elly was speechless and could only lean on him as the car drove the short way to the hall they were holding the dance in. Her boyfriend had failed to mention that although UA threw several of these a year to prepare the students for social events, he had flatly refused to go every single time.

Except now.

The faculty and most of the teenagers knew this and all eyes were on them as they stepped out of the long, black vehicle. She was a wreck, ears twitching and dark, purple eyes wide. Aizawa supported her heavily as they made their way into the gorgeously made up hall.


"Is that you, Aizawa?" Yagi was standing near the entrance in a bright yellow suit that hung loosely on him. He blinked down at the couple in surprise. "You've never made it to an, ah, event before."

He shrugged. "Didn't feel like it."

The tall man smiled broadly at Elly and gave her a thumbs up as they passed. She blushed, stupefied, but managed a small smile. "I think All Might is a closet romantic," she murmured.

"That figures," Aizawa snorted.

They stood and watched the teenagers interact, trying their hands at dancing and the most horrible of all events like these: small talk. He couldn't help but shake his head at some of the more blatant faux pas, and he stared the ecstatic Mineta down more than once.

"They look like they're having fun," she commented quietly. Some of the teachers had just completed a few simple dance moves to show the kids how it was done. He nodded.

"Wait here a moment."

"Sho?" Her voice was panicked, but he held her gaze and mouthed 'be right back'. Elly shivered all over and crossed her arms, suddenly very scared.

There was a break in the music and Present Mic's voice filled the hall. "I have a special request here that I can't help but play. So if you all wanna dance, go on ahead, but this is for them."

She sighed, frowning. How nice it was that someone would do such a thing for their date. If only...

And then the song started to play.

"Oh." Her hand went to her lips in an endearing gesture of maidenly confusion while her tail trembled. It was the one that had been playing, quite by accident, on the radio she had left on when she and Shota had first made love.

"I told Mic to play that song." He stood not far from her on the dance floor, holding his hand out in invitation. "It seemed appropriate."

"Lucky it's a love ballad." She took his hand as if in a dream and he spun her close. One by one the pairs of students dropped off or simply stopped, frozen in place as they watched the impossible happen right before their eyes.

"Why are you so stunned, Ches?"

"I don't believe you can dance so well," she gasped. His hand slid down until it rested warmly on her lower back as they moved smoothly across the polished floor.

"I had to go to these as a student, remember?"

"Yeah. I did, too."

"I thought you said..."

"I still had to go, Shota." She smiled at him through the pain of remembering. "Alone. The - the teachers danced with me."

His heart wrenched at the thought of his woman, alone and hurting, her peers knowing but no one caring. They had chosen to hurt her more rather than praise her strength. "I hope this dance is different."

"You're still a teacher." She squeezed him gently, her smile finally reaching her eyes.

"And so are you."

She sighed and nodded.

"Listen, Ches. You are always the most beautiful person in the room to me. I thought you knew or I would have told you every day." As the song wound to the romantic climax he took a deep breath. "I love you and want everyone to know it." Aizawa stopped in the middle of the floor and cupped her face in his hands.

"Sho?" Her eyes were darting about, chest heaving and tail lashing. "What are you doing?"

He kissed her in front of the entire room.

It was not a chaste brush of the lips, either, but a slow, deep, passionate kiss that buckled her knees and made her tremble. She had fallen into the pages of her very own fairy tale.

"Loving you," he answered simply.

Since this was life, however, and not a movie or a television special, there was no applause or cheering. The hall was frighteningly silent except for an astonished coughing coming from a corner of the room. Slowly sound started to return, conversations developing rapidly all around them. Different music began to play but all she could hear was his voice. He entwined his arm with hers and led her out, ignoring the astonished stares from the students and staff they pressed through.


She cried in his arms when they got home. There was nothing that needed to be said; he had known what to do to show she meant everything to him. He held her in bed, stroking her hair while she shivered, pressing her tear-streaked face on his chest. He only intervened when her gulps for air caused a fit of hiccups.

"Go get a spoonful of sugar or you'll throw up. You know you can't stop those by yourself." She nodded and rushed out for the kitchen, hand pressed to her mouth.

When Elly returned she couldn't look him in the eye. "I feel so silly for crying." He said nothing but held out his arms. She sank gratefully into them, warm and secure and loved within the tight grip. "Thank you," she whispered, meaning everything. It was all she could think to say.

Aizawa kept his silence and traced a hand along her back until he found her zipper. He slid this down, the faint noise sounding loud in the otherwise still room. Elly looked into his eyes and unfastened the leather thong that held his hair, letting his ebony locks fall down about his shoulders. His tie was already tossed aside and he dug his fingers into his collar, loosening it so the buttons could be undone faster. They stripped quickly, hardly taking their eyes off each other, not wanting to break that intimate contact. He stood as she fell backwards onto the bed and again they silently came together, their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss.

Aizawa gasped when she stroked his shoulders, kneading the surging muscles underneath the scarred skin. She followed this up by grasping his buttocks and then lower, causing him to cry out as his hair flew up. Her hands teased his tightly drawn balls gently, encouragingly. He, in return, chewed daintily on her neck, moaning and starting to rub himself on her thigh. His fingers sought out her secret heat and dabbled in it, teasing pleasure from her in sweet waves that he controlled mercilessly. She begged, pleaded, but he shook his head and fingered delicately on the edges, building her to orgasm but then halting right before the peak. Her hands found his member and stroked long, syrupy slow strokes that left him breathless.

"Condom - we need a ..."

"No condom. Take me now."

"My queen!" Passion overwhelmed logic and he thrust, gathering her in his arms.

"Shota." She arched her back towards his sex. "Oh Shota, I love you."

He kissed her deeply, moving his tongue in unison with his body below. "You had better," he huffed. "I mean to be with you, forever."