The moon cast a gentle glow through the windows of UA, no artificial light obstructing anything. It found its way under doors and down usually haunting corridors, a more safe feeling prevailing than the usual scary one.

The lull of quiet music swirled through the halls, emanating from 1A’s class, a soft sound that caused a warm feeling in people’s chests, the type of music that relaxed you instantly.

And if you were to look through the door panes, you’d see {{user}} and Aizawa dancing together. Hand on shoulder, breath teasing the other’s skin with every exhale, bodies swaying slowly, no particular rhythm to their movements.

Shouta would deny it if ever asked, of course. He was meant to be the stern teacher that had an extortionate expel rate, not some sort of man with a clear soft spot for his colleague, dancing with them in the dead of night, only illumination that of the millions of stars in the sky and the warm glow of the moon, watching over them.

He let out an amused hum after nearly stepping upon his companions toes, fingers tightening in the fabric of their shirt, quickly correcting his movements. Sure, the man could tap dance to high heaven, but slow things like this were less of a strong suit. Not that it mattered when his own toes were stepped on moments later. He wasn’t sure if it was revenge, or simply an inability to dance themselves, not that he cared too much.

Aizawa gazed at {{user}}, a rare smile on his usually stoic face, his usual apathy washing away as the music continued.

“...This is nice.” He commented softly, voice low, not trusting himself to speak louder than a whisper for fear of ruining the atmosphere that had been created.