Izuku was sweating, just coming off of his sixth set of bench pressing. He was relatively proud of himself, as he continually kept upping his one rep max as school kept going. He could hardly believe that only a year or so ago he was a scrawny little kid with bigger dreams than All Might's pecs. Now, he was casually benching 205 lbs, and it felt amazing. This feeling, along with a huge amount of pressure to pick up where his mentor left off (and a kick-ass playlist of music), was what drove him to keep pushing himself to get even stronger, faster, and just all around better than he was previously. Now, after getting his provisional license and seeing the Big Three, particularly Mirio in action, he was inspired to find new ways to get better.

"Nothing beats good ol' weight training though," Izuku muttered to himself, bobbing his head along to his playlist. Currently, he was listening to some old American music, a song about Saturday nights being alright for fighting by this rock band that seemed to be a meme many years ago. He didn't know why, as the high pace song with gravelly vocals was doing an amazing job pumping him up. He even learned a decent amount of English by listening to these kinds of songs, although the slang he picked up didn't lend well to his English grade.

As he readied himself for his pull-up set, his earbuds fell out. He dropped down from the bar to put them back in, but before he did, he heard music coming from somewhere down the hall of the weight room.

"That's weird; I thought I came when everyone else was busy?" Izuku said to himself, wondering who could be in the gym with him at 8 pm. It wasn't that he didn't want to work out with anyone; it was that he was still a little self-conscious about himself. He knew he looked good with just a T-shirt and shorts on, but he didn't know how anyone else would react to it. That was why he kept turning down Iida and Kirishima whenever they asked Izuku to workout with them. Not to mention, if he was with someone else, he wouldn't be able to play his music as loud as he wanted to.

Curious, Izuku quickly finished his sets and went down the hall to investigate. The music seemed to be a mix of hip-hop and remix-type music, which oddly gave Izuku the same type of feeling as his playlist, although instead of wanting to fight and pump iron, he wanted to dance and just move his body.

He turned the corner of the darkening hallway, where he saw a studio room with its lights on and music pouring out of it even though the door was closed. He could physically see the glass of the windows and door vibrating under the music playing, and it left him wondering who could possibly like it when the music is that loud. As he walked up to the window, he put in his earbuds (without music playing) just to hopefully quiet the music a little bit so he didn't go deaf. When he looked in, it made sense who would play music that loudly.

His classmate, Mina Ashido. Dressed in a white tank top with black shorts that came midway down her thighs. Her back was turned to the window, and she was doing this head/shoulder bobbing thing that looked kind of weird. Then, Izuku's eyes widened in shock. She started doing an even weirder thing, flailing all over the place, and yet, it looked oddly coordinated and practiced. He realized this must be some kind of dancing, and he was even more surprised, and yet a little amazed, when she just straight up flipped and spun on one hand with her legs in the air.

Then his eyes widened in terror, and then he started running.

Mina was doing her normal routine of break dancing, first stretching, then doing simple moves, next practicing the harder moves on their own, and finally bringing them all together in one big dance. She was having the time of her life, blasting an old dance remix called Dancin' (Krono remix) through the school speakers that were in the corner.

As she started bringing the whole dance to an end, she wanted to see if she could do a one handed spin.

'I got this, I've been practicing for weeks now!' Mina thought to herself. As she went in for the spin, she closed her eyes in anticipation and a little fear, hoping her momentum wouldn't just throw her off and potentially hurt herself.

And yet, she pulled it off near perfectly. As she started to slow down, she pushed off the ground and landed on her feet, where she stood up and wiped the sweat off of her head with the bottom of her tank top.

"YES! I did it! I finally pulled it all off! Jesus that took forever but I did it!" She shouted in pure happiness. Then, she noticed the dark window, and how she wasn't exactly alone.

'Wait a minute, who is that?' But, before she could really confirm who it was, the person turned and just booked it down the hallway. She quickly went and turned off the music before trying to chase down the person who just watched her dance for at least a few minutes.

Mina sprinted down the hall, taking a left towards where there seemed to be lights on. She saw the weight room's door opened, and since she had no better option, she ran in trying to see if the person had run into here. However, it seemed to be empty, so she turned around and jogged towards the main entrance of the gym.

Izuku was hiding behind the door to the weight room, trying to get his breath under control. He knew the situation looked really bad, with Mina in her relatively revealing clothes, and him staring through the window to watch her. So when his legs started moving on their own, he wasn't about to fight it, instead pouring on the speed with the adrenaline from both weightlifting and sheer terror. The only place he could think to hide was the weight room, so he opened the door and hid in the crack between the wall and the door.

Now that his brain function was coming back to him, however, a thought came to him.

'SHIT, I HAVE TO SEE HER IN CLASS TOMORROW!'

And then another one came.

"FUCK, I LIVE IN THE SAME BUILDING AS HER!" He shouted, then immediately clamped his mouth with his hands, not knowing if she had truly left. After five minutes of pure agonizing silence, he figured he was in the clear for now. Not wanting to go back to the dorms just yet, he finished out his workout as slow as possible, even adding lifts that were supposed to be done tomorrow, 9 pm curfew be damned. He'd take that punishment over getting branded a pervert by one of his classmates.

Mina was on her way back to the dorm, wondering who the hell was watching her dance. She'd gotten a quick look at them, so she knew the person was shorter, probably a guy, and had messy hair. Although, with all the people she knew and was friends with, that didn't leave her with just one option. Off the top of her head, she could see it being Bakugo, Midoriya, Kirishima, Kaminari, or the weird Monoma kid from 1-B. From that list, though, she could narrow it down even further. Monoma probably would've just challenged her to a dance-off with 1-B, and Bakugo wouldn't have bothered running, instead probably opting to scream at her to turn the music down. With the three she was left with, though, she knew she had a shot at finding out who it was.

A/N: Uh, hey, how ya guys doing? *sweats nervously* For real though, honestly I've become the exact writer I hate reading - someone who drops a fic and doesn't do anything for months, so I'm sorry. I know I haven't been updating How Am I A Hero, but with being a freshman in college while playing on a varsity sport (lacrosse bitchez) its kinda hard to find free time. (not to mention I've been entirely unmotivated so that doesn't help) But yeah, this is something my 4 am sleepless brain decided to write when I heard Dancin' (Krono remix) and was like hmmm, this seems like a good idea. I'm kinda aiming for this to be 3 chapters, not too long. Expect a lot of updates the first week of march for both this and the other story because that's my spring break, so I'll have a lot of time to do writing. Anyway, if you guys wanna get in contact or something with me my discord is TwistedSaiyan110#9898, so shoot me a DM or something. On that note, I go back into the void.