Happy Dances
A/N: This is just another stupidly cute fluff fic. It’s Mike Dodds x reader and covers the College square in @adarafaelbarba moodboard square!
Tags: none, just fluff
Words: 1299
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It had been a long day of unpacking, but you were finally finished. You had just moved into a decent sized dorm room; there were four bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a little sitting area that also housed a kitchen. The room was on the first floor of the hall, and you opened the blinds to find a great view of the trees on campus. There was a little path outside the window that led from the University Housing building to the front of your hall, a small fountain just on the other side of the cement.
You were the first of your dorm mates to move in—you had early move-in dates since you had been staying there in the summer, too. You’d be alone for a week and a half, which was perfect for you; you had the time to unpack and settle into the new space.
Smiling, you opened the windows, letting the fresh air in, before you pulled out ingredients for dinner. You weren’t doing anything too crazy—you were still tired from unpacking everything—but you wanted to make a dish your mom taught you. You weren’t homesick quite yet; the family recipe was more just comfort food.
You put some music on while you were cooking, and you slowly got more comfortable. Soon enough, you were singing, swaying your hips to the music as you stirred. You stepped back from the stove, doing a full twirl, giggling to yourself. But when you stopped, you were facing the window, and you found someone staring directly at you.
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Mike had been walking from Housing to the dorms with his buddies/dorm mates, when he first smelled the most amazing food, and then heard the most wonderful voice. He stopped, glancing around until he saw the open window, just off the trail. He found himself drawn to it, taking a step, then another off the trail. He stopped before he got too close, the rational side of his mind realizing how bad of an idea that was. Inside, he found you, dancing and singing, and he felt a stirring in his heart.
He barely had time to watch you before you spun around. When you had stopped, you had been facing him, and you let out a little gasp of shock when your eyes connected.
Mike’s face turned fully red, and he stammered out an apology before heading back to his friends. They started picking on him, the way college boys do—especially to a friend—and he sheepishly grinned as he continued down the path with them. But his mind kept going back to you; you were absolutely stunning, and you left him mesmerized.
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Though the random man in your window did startle you, you found his flustered shyness adorable. And since he had been walking down that trail, you assumed that he was somewhere in your hall, too. But you never ran into him after that, at least not until you went to your second class of the term.
During introductions, he introduced himself as Mike Dodds, and when it was your turn to introduce yourself, you noticed that he was blushing again. You shot him a smile, and you swore his face turned more red.
You had time between classes, and you packed quickly so that you could head to his desk. His ears were still slightly pink as he looked up at you, a smile on his lips.
“Hey, I’m sorry again about, uh, being outside your window. That food just smelt so damn good,” he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
You smiled at him; he really was cute! “It’s fine; I love the smell, too. I could always give you the recipe…. But I think it’d be better if you tried it first. Want to come over for dinner Thursday night? I can kick my roommates out.”
That cute blush was back, his cheeks turning a pleasant, rosy color. “I—I’d love to. Which room are you in again?”
“Room 110. Maybe swing by around 6?”
Mike grinned. “Sounds like a date—deal! Sounds like a deal.”
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You were in the process of cleaning up the dorm before Mike showed up. You had exchanged numbers after that class, and he had messaged saying he was on his way—he lived on the third floor, so it’d only take him about five minutes to show. Your roommates were all too happy to give you some alone time with a cute boy, thankfully. They also said they’d message hourly to check in, make sure you were safe.
There was a knock on the door, and you quickly dried your hands after washing them. You opened the door, then smiled when you found Mike in a button-down and blazer, a small bouquet of daisies in his hand.
“For me?” you asked, taking the flowers. “You shouldn’t have, Mike.”
His grin broadened. “Pretty flowers for a gorgeous woman,” he replied, taking your hand and kissing it. You were swooning the moment his lips made contact with your skin, and you gestured for him to enter.
“You’re sweet,” you said, looking for a cup to put the flowers in—you’d have to get a vase tomorrow.
“Nah, I was just raised right,” Mike said, looking at the décor in the room. He moved to the counter, resting his hip against it, his soft eyes moving to you.
You gave him a smirk. “That’s not the first time I’ve heard that, and I doubt it’ll be the last.”
He rose his hands in surrender. “You’ve got a point…. Now, that recipe; do you need my help in the kitchen?”
“I’d love your help.”
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Dinner went amazingly, from prep to cooking, to eating. Mike was the nicest, most genuine person you’d met in a long time…maybe even ever. He still got flustered, blushing when you gave him a compliment, but he seemed much more in his element, much more comfortable. And you found yourself falling for him faster and faster.
Once the dishes were soaking and you had given him the recipe, it was nearing 10pm. Your roommates were asking if they could come home, but you didn’t want to kick Mike out yet. You were having too much fun with him.
“Well, I should be getting out of your hair; I had an 8am class today, and I’m starting to get a little tired,” Mike finally announced.
You stood from your couch the same time he did, and you brought him in for a hug. “This was a lot of fun, Mike. Can we maybe do this again sometime? Or…or just hang out or something?” you tried, hoping you didn’t sound too desperate.
“I’d like that. How about a nature walk around campus? We can get coffee beforehand and just chat,” he offered.
You smiled. “That sounds lovely. I don’t have class until Monday morning, so anytime this weekend works for me.”
“Excellent. I’ll text you tomorrow morning and we can figure out details. Until then,” he said, leaning in to kiss your cheek. You felt your face heat, and his cheeks turned pink as you looked at each other. And then you lifted to your tiptoes, pressing your lips gently to his. He grinned against your lips, melting into the kiss.
All too soon, he pulled away, his eyes fluttering slightly. “Wow,” he breathed before giving you another soft kiss.
“Y-yeah,” you murmured back. Slowly, he moved to your door, as if he didn’t want to leave. You gave him a smile as he opened it, both of you promising to talk in the morning. Then the door closed behind him, and you did a happy little dance, unaware that he was doing his own version on the other side of the door.
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