Chuuya knew something was off the moment he stepped into the common room. Conversations hushed, side-eyes were exchanged, and a few people outright avoided looking at him. Even Midoriya—who was usually too busy muttering analysis under his breath—was staring like Chuuya had just pulled off some impossible Quirk feat.

He sighed, already dreading whatever this was about. “Alright, what the hell is up with you guys?”

Kirishima grinned nervously. “Uh, well… we just saw something interesting.”

Mina waggled her eyebrows. “Very interesting.”

“‘Interesting’ how?” Chuuya crossed his arms, eyes narrowing.

“We, uh… saw a video,” Kaminari said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Chuuya’s stomach dropped. “What video?”

The way everyone suddenly looked anywhere but at him confirmed this wasn’t just any video. He barely had time to prepare before Yaoyorozu, ever the responsible one, pulled out her phone.

“Someone posted footage from a nightclub,” she explained. “And… well…”

Chuuya’s jaw clenched as the video played. The music was loud, the lights flashed wildly, and in the center of the frame—him and Dazai moving together in perfect sync. Their dancing wasn’t just coordinated; it was fluid, effortless, like they’d done it a hundred times before. And maybe, just maybe, a little too close.

“Dude,” Sero said, grinning, “are you dating him?”

Chuuya choked. “What? No!”

“Really?” Mina smirked. “Because this looks pretty couple-y to me.”

“We’re not together!” Chuuya snapped, but the way his ears burned betrayed him.

“Oh, so you like him, then?” Kaminari teased.

Chuuya groaned, already regretting waking up that morning.