Incessant knocks at the window caused Miriko to stir. She opened one eye to catch the time; 4:45 am blinked angrily at her. 'Oh, absolutely not!' In a last attempt at sleep, she tried to burrow herself further into her bed, reluctant to leave her warm blanket cocoon.
After another string of taps, Miriko let out an annoyed sigh. She snapped her head towards the balcony, and to the unfortunate soul who dared to wake her up hours before she had to be.
Aizawa Shouta stood at the glass door, secretly enjoying annoying the woman in bed. He had a key to Miriko's apartment, sure, and typically he'd use it. But today wasn't just another day; today was the first day of school. He would deny it out loud, but today was just a bit more important than the others.
But just because his side job as school teacher called for unholy work hours, it didn't mean he could request off from his nightly patrols. So here he was at 4:45 in the morning on her balcony, knocking on the glass in hopes of getting her moving and awake. Maybe it was selfish of him, but he wanted to spend some time together before their other job called for them. Aizawa could finally see the ruffled movements of the covers and a pair of green glowing eyes blinking slowly in the dark.
Miriko groaned as she left her warm nest and stretched out. The sun wasn't up yet, and it was quite chilly in her tiny apartment... just how she liked it. She wrapped her arms around herself; even the thick black pads that lined her feet weren't enough to stop the chill of the floor from seeping into her body. Miriko dragged herself across her bedroom and let the tired man inside.
"Why aren't you happy to see me?" Aizawa asked innocently. He skimmed past her, a grin slipping on to his face as he got a good look at the disheveled little woman.
"You decided to climb the building and go through the back door. Why?" She asked incredulously.
"I thought it was romantic; it's what a hero in America did."
"Romantic my ass. We are not American and there is no romance in waking me before the rest of the world!" Miriko hissed, crossing her arms. He had some nerve. When their off days didn't land on the same day, she would try and stay up until he came home. But on occasion (for instance, like tonight) she failed to stay awake. Hectic schedules can really exhaust a person and the couple in particular were always desperate for some shut-eye.
"You got me, gem," Aizawa falsely admitted, reaching out for the cat woman and pulling her into his embrace. "It was faster than taking the stairs."
Miriko's small growl quickly transformed into a velvety purr when she turned her face into his chest. Aizawa rested his head on top of hers while her long black tail wrapped around his waist. One of the perks of him being nearly a head taller than her.
"I ought to kick you out. Why are you here so late, Shouta? I was expecting you hours ago," Miriko mumbled into his shirt, enjoying his warmth and faint scent. It was her favorite; a mixture of peppermint and lavender.
"Long night," he told her. He closed his eyes and slowly started to let his body turn into dead weight in her grasp. Aizawa felt Miriko's grip tighten around his waist.
"What are you doing?!" she yelped, struggling to get a good grip on the man.
"Gravity works differently here," he deadpanned, now lying limp in her arms. Miriko glowered up at him, the green glow of her eyes hypnotizing up so close. And the next thing he knew, they were both falling sideways onto the bed.
"Augh, lazy man!" Miriko laughed, yanking her arm free from underneath him. Aizawa remained in his spot as he watched her get up from the bed and stretch.
She frowned for a moment, knowing full well she wouldn't be able to fall back asleep now. So she sighed and resigned herself to her ridiculously early morning.
"Since I'm up now, I suppose I'll shower," Miriko mumbled as she turned away, heading towards the bathroom.
The corner of Aizawa's lips tilted up in a smile when he closed his eyes, secretly reveling in his success to wake her. But the sound of clothes rustling stopped him from officially settling in her bed.
He quickly snapped his eyes open to see Miriko shimming out of her sleepwear, leaving her only in her undergarments. Aizawa drank in the sight of her bare backside and the way her long black hair swayed from the momentum of being undone. The spotted black fur that covered her arms and legs mocked gloves and thigh highs, a sight that he couldn't get enough of, complimenting her ivory skin in every way. He had saved to memory every little mole, every dip and slope of her muscles, a long time ago. He marked out landmarks like topography across her expanse, documenting every little feature. And this feeling of desire that only existed for her managed to stop him in his tracks every time. It would hit him first in his chest and then worm its way throughout his entire body, like sugar melting in hot tea
Miriko stopped right before the door, throwing a look over her shoulder. Her gaze was tantalizing in itself... as was how her hip dipped when she shifted her weight to one leg, accentuating her thick derrière. "Have a nice nap, Shouta," Miriko purred in her identifiable smoky, sultry rasp, sauntering into the bathroom with her long tail swishing right behind her. After 12 years of sweet romance, she knew what kind of effect she had on the tired man.
"You're a horrible woman," he chuckled, letting his head fall back onto the bed. All that earned him was a loud snicker as she shut the door behind her. He started to drift off to the sound of her muffled singing and the shower running.
Miriko paced back and forth between her bedroom and the kitchen. Much like when she attended school in her teenage years, excitement bubbled up as the morning continued on. She stopped in front of her bedroom mirror inspected herself.
Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, soft and silky like her fur. Miriko was still short by Japan's standards, but not stout. Quite the opposite, in fact. She was toned, yes, but slender and willowy like her mother.
"But it doesn't suit me like it does her," Miriko mumbled to her reflection with a slight frown.
She had a square-shaped face. A slight button nose. Her lower lip was fuller than her top. Her eyes were her only favorite feature. Miriko had her father's eyes - eyes the color of emerald. She then looked down at her clothing.
Miriko's hero outfit was a simple tight black suit that made her feel like an old-timey super spy, like in those old black and white films her father used to watch. It moved with her like a second skin. The V-neck of her top showed a bit more cleavage than she wanted, but the fluffy fur that accented the collar did a decent job of covering her up. The material itself was a unique fabric made to protect her skin from the elements, but aside from that, it was a plain outfit with plain boots. Nothing flashy to it.
"If your mirror won't make it any clearer..." Aizawa started to say. He was leaned against the doorframe with an amused look in his eyes, her utility belt in hand.
Miriko turned around to face him, and the light from her lamp glinted off the belt buckle. It was a symbol of her parents when they were a pro-hero duo, a hexagon-shaped cat head, half black and half white. Miriko smiled sheepishly at being caught in a moment of self-scrutiny,
"Then I will let you know that you were fine in my eyes," Aizawa walked over to her and placed a light kiss on her lips, "... a half hour ago."
Miriko quickly rubbed her cheek to his and purred loudly. Her head bunting always left Aizawa delightfully satisfied and warm on the inside, an absolute guilty pleasure of his.
"Thank you, Shouta," she breathed before taking her belt from him, voicing a loud trill when he made a quick move to take it back. She quickly clipped in on, motioning to the balcony door with a nod. They made their way to the balcony in comfortable silence.
"Aren't you excited for the day?" Miriko asked lightheartedly. The morning air was crisp, an excellent start to the day.
Staring out into the sunrise, Aizawa replied with a lazy sort of shrug.
Miriko readied herself to leap off the ledge, but decided last second to turn her head back to him. Mischief glimmered in her eyes, but she forced down her grin. Her poker-face cracked when she asked, "Shouta… are you ready!?"
A phrase heard too often, Aizawa glared at Miriko who guffawed without care. "I hope you know you aren't exactly funny," he said in a dry tone.
"You wound me, lover." Miriko stuck her tongue out at him right before she jumped from the edge of her balcony onto the roof of the building across the street.
A thick, black-spotted tail gently lifted and lazily fell to the ground. The black leopard sat squatted next to the stairwell of the roof, listening to the world with closed eyes. His ears and whiskers twitched from the morning breeze as he meditated. The neighborhood was quiet and usually safe, which allowed him time to relax while he waited. The morning was finally coming to life, according to the growing noise. An occasional passing car, birds chirping, the low rumble of the trains nearby, mumbled conversations from a passerby.
The dull musings of Musutafu. Nothing like the simple life by the mountains.
But there was something out of the ordinary; a bark of laughter followed by a soft thud. To the untrained human ear, it would have gone unnoticed. But for the ailuranthrope and his sensitive hearing, he was quickly able to pick up where they landed on the roof.
Silently, he jumped to his feet and dashed between the sheets - his hunt began. Deep green eyes focused on the woman who stood on the other end of the roof. The leopard had no need for shoes on his paw-like feet. In addition to soft paw pads that lined his soles, the long black toe tufts helped him silently stalk his target by muffling excess noise when he stepped.
He wanted to scoff at how she hadn't noticed him yet, the silly girl. He was nearly upon her when she whipped her head around, long black hair almost smacking him in the muzzle. The woman's fist was up until she registered who he was.
"Dad!" Miriko exclaimed, rushing him for a hug.
"I was wondering when you would notice my presence, little one. Having a late start, are we?" the leopard man asked in his stirring basso profondo. The No.3 Pro Hero of Japan, the popular, level-headed Battle Cat Hero: Panthera. Miriko's doting father, and unofficial trainer of both Wildcat and Eraserhead. He smiled, wrapping thick arms around his small daughter.
They looked nothing alike, Miriko taking after her mother's more human looks than his furry humanoid. But she did inherit a few things - his quirk for one, adequately named Black Leopard. The best of both parents, Panthera used to joke.
"We were enjoying our breakfast, but we must have lost track of time. How are you? And how is Mama?" Miriko asked, releasing her father from her grasp. It didn't matter how many years would pass, for one thing would always remain the same for the old leopard: she would forever be his baby, his precious little girl.
"Swell, child. Your mother has decided upon coming out of retirement to teach a dance class in the city. I suppose she is tired of only my company at home. You knew retirement did not suit your mother well. She is much too energetic for such a mundane life of relaxation," Panthera tittered with a wave of his paw. "Now, little cub, you said 'we' were enjoying breakfast earlier. You could not possibly be referring to a particular austere individual, are you?"
"Dad, he is not that bad," Miriko chuckled, placing her hands on her hips. The mischievous glint in his eyes made her smile grow.
"Well, he was never exactly jaunty or zany. Thank goodness for that..."
"Dad!"
"No, he is a rather pragmatic person. I quite enjoy that about him, you know."
"I'll give you that," she agreed in hushed tones. Another soft thud, followed by footsteps, signaled his approach.
"Morning, Panthera," Aizawa greeted slowly, walking up to the pair with his hands in his pockets.
"Likewise, Eraserhead. I see you have taken it upon yourself to make sure my daughter is safe and on time to school this morning. How very noble of you," Panthera said with a low growl. The black leopard pulled the same act on Aizawa since he met him when he was a young lad… though nowadays it didn't exactly phase the fully grown man.
"Somebody has to. Wildcat enjoys her snooze button," Aizawa deadpanned, earning himself a glare from the little woman.
"Shouta, you woke me up a whole hour before my alarm went off!" Miriko's ears flattened to her head, and Panthera laughed heartily at the two.
"Understatement of the century. You know, her mother would try and bite me every time I woke her up for patrol duty," the black leopard reminisced with fondness. He did miss the good old days, though it wasn't like his wife wouldn't still attempt to do so if he woke her from a nap now. Some things never change.
"I gotta go. I have a meeting with the principal before class begins. You know Nezu doesn't tolerate tardiness, so you better be on time, Shouta!" Miriko jokingly instructed with flushed cheeks. Using her father's arm as support, she boosted herself for a jump and rubbed her cheek against the soft fur of her father's. "I'll call you later, dad. I love you!" She waved goodbye before jumping to the next rooftop. Aizawa took the empty space next to Panthera, and the pair watched her leap away into the city.
"You were eavesdropping."
Aizawa didn't flinch at the statement. In fact, he felt relaxed in Panthera's presence and scratched at the back of his neck, thinking of an excuse. "I didn't want to ruin the moment. Seemed rude to."
Panthera was now staring at him with a quizzical look in his eye. "For as long as you have been in our lives, you should have just shown yourself instead of lurking."
"Miriko would leave me if I intrude on every moment," Aizawa straight-faced, turning to face Panthera head-on.
Panthera looked away with a broad grin and laughed heartily. "You do make me laugh, child. You will not get rid of her that easily."
Aizawa watched with concern as the smile on Panthera's face dropped, swallowing down the laughter just as quick as it emerged. He was frowning, his eyes distant. After a few moments, Panthera looked back at him, and his expression was solemn.
"Will you accept a request from this old man, Aizawa?"
Aizawa felt the fragility in his voice. The leopard called him by his last name, so this was personal. He adjusted his posture, straightening out his back and shoulders. "Of course, Panthera," he accepted with a deep breath.
"No need for formalities, my boy. I have told you countless times that you may call me Michio. I will even accept Kisaragi if you insist," Panthera joked lightheartedly. "You have become a permanent role in my family, Aizawa. You have won the heart of my only daughter. In fact, I remember when I first caught you kissing Miriko as you were leaving training one day. The look on your face was priceless. Like you had just seen a ghost."
"I thought you were going to maul me," Aizawa mumbled embarrassingly, quick to avert his gaze. A man of rationality should have recognized the risks involved in any situation and be ready to face all consequences... but Aizawa was not prepared to face an overbearing, protective Panthera at the ripe age of 19. Nothing scared him like Miriko's father did that night; he almost didn't come back to train with them out of sheer embarrassment.
Panthera grinned, though his smile didn't quite reach his cheeks like they usually did. "I have trained both you and Miriko since you were young cubs, and I have watched you two grow into exemplary heroes and wonderful mates for each other. You quickly became the son I never had.
Now allow me to confide in you something I have not even told Miriko," the leopard sighed deeply, casting away his gaze yet again. "I have an uneasy feeling for the coming months."
If he hadn't before, Aizawa gave the leopard his full and undivided attention now. Panthera was a hardened, serious Pro Hero. One who specializes in tracking the worst of the worst. Not a damn thing could scare the man. To think that a gut feeling could be troubling him almost made Aizawa scoff.
"Aika is becoming ill. Her healing is not like myself or Miriko. Though her quirk may grant some benefits of healing, age is starting to catch up with her, and her healing factor grows less effective. Even with my quirk, I can feel my own healing factor weakening. I plan on retiring within the year, to spend out the remainder of my life with my family.
But I must be realistic. Such as life, we will not be around forever. I do not doubt your skills nor your affections for Miriko. And I know she can hold her own as we have taught but please, Aizawa, watch over her and be there for her when she needs you the most. I have a terrible feeling it will be soon. You both must be careful and stay safe. Please do this for Aika, and for me."
There was deep-seated pain and woe in the leopard's emerald eyes as he held his stare with Aizawa. Panthera was in complete distress for his little family. Both Miriko's grandparents had died before she could even remember, and both he and his wife had no siblings. It was just them three left, and the worried father had no idea how she will react to the news. Even though she was a rational woman, Miriko held a fiery, feral temper that could compete with Endeavor.
The air was heavy, but he knew deep down he would bear the responsibility for the family that had always been there for him, even when his own parents had passed. "Of course, Panthera."
There were forty minutes before class started and the school was bustling with activity. Miriko made it through the barrier and hid amongst a tree's branches, watching the students pass by.
People-watching, one of Miriko's favorite past times. She indulged herself for a few minutes every first day since she started working at U.A. Something about seeing the nervous first years brought her joy, reminding her of when she first walked the grounds.
U.A. Academy held many memories for the woman. She met some of the most important people in her life here, to stop second-guessing herself, to be confident. She also learned to stand up for herself, to stop accepting lousy treatment from certain people. However, Miriko could no longer sit there reminiscing because a deep voice bellowing from below her shook her from her thoughts.
"Don't you have a meeting to get to, Kisaragi?"
"Don't you have your own business you need to mind, Kan?" Miriko sassed without missing a beat. She jumped down from her hiding spot to join the muscular Sekijiro Kan, the Blood Hero: Vlad King.
For most of her life, she didn't have many friends. But when Miriko started working at U.A., she had grown close to the staff (particularly with Vlad King himself, the guidance counselor, Hound Dog, and Recovery Girl's assistant.) She was happy with her newfound friendships, even if the three liked to purposely get on her nerves.
"Someone is touchy this morning. Staying up late with Eraserhead last night?" Vlad King winked, the tease definitely not hushed enough for the two of them.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, ya blabbering bloodsucker," Miriko hissed as she strode past him, not wanting to give him a reason to air out any more info of her private life.
"You can't exactly hide things from us, little cat," he yelled in a playful tone.
"Oh, yes I can," she yelled back with a wave. Miriko would get back at him later, somehow.
Miriko took her time and enjoyed the atmosphere of crowded hallways again. She may have preferred being out of the public eye, but she couldn't deny that the energy these kids brought sparked a little life in her every now and then. The hallways bustled with activity; students and faculty alike coming and going, reconnecting with familiar faces and gossiping about anything and everything the winter break had to offer. But the loud talking and clashing smells quickly started to overwhelm the little woman, and she rushed to the principal's office.
Miriko knocked and waited, feeling a like a troubling student waiting to be scolded. She fussed with her hair for a second time that morning, wanting to be proper for her meeting. When she was finally called inside not only was she greeted by Nezu, but also by the massive sight of All Might.
"Good morning, Miss Kisaragi," Nezu greeted happily, spilling tea from his mug he held in this little paws.
Miriko felt tense up, but smiled and bowed respectfully. "Good morning, Mr. Principal. And good morning to you, All Might. It's an honor to finally meet you."
All Might felt the static of anticipation in the air. Wildcat, the only daughter of his old friends Panthera and Leopardess. Surely not that she knew about that, he thought.
He always wondered about their tiny daughter and what kind of person she became. The young woman was the spitting image of Leopardess, well, almost. There were a few minor differences, like the hair and eyes. Though they both had long, straight hair, her mother's was gradient - from beautiful white roots to black tips. And Leopardess's eyes were a lovely clear blue. No, Wildcat clearly took after her father as well.
Then he realized that maybe he had stared a little too long if the questioning look she gave him was anything to go by. He made himself cough to cover up his embarrassment, blood covering his lips. "Good morning, young miss! I am delighted to finally meet you!" the No.1 hero yelled cheerfully.
"Wildcat here is one of our head instructors for Physical Education, as well as the homeroom teacher of general studies class 1-C this year." Principal Nezu spoke highly of her in such a chipper tone, and it made Miriko uncomfortable.
"All while juggling being a Pro-Hero? That is quite impressive, young miss!" All Might said in amazement as he gripped his chin and nodded enthusiastically.
"Ah... y-yes, that is correct." Miriko failed to understand how her jobs were at all impressive to The No.1 Hero of Japan.
"Let's get this meeting started, shall we? Let me begin by apologizing to you, Wildcat, for the last minute planning. Due to All Might's work schedule, he was unable to join us until the first day. But aside from the delay, I'm sure you'll do fantastically in helping All Might transition and fitting in here at U.A.," Nezu said, setting down his mug. He moved his attention to All Might, who straightened his posture. "All Might, Wildcat is in charge of every physical education class of her year, including heroic training. As you both know, I hired you, All Might, to help relieve her of some of the workloads she has accumulated. She is your boss, so you'll report to her, naturally.
For the first of the semester, I would like for you to mentor him, Wildcat. Whip him up to our standards and show him what U.A. is all about... By any means necessary!" A villainous snicker escaped the principal, which made Miriko and All Might shudder.
"Me? Mentor All Might?" Miriko stuttered out. She was just a simple hero and P.E. teacher, what could she possibly teach All Might? She began to sweat out of nervousness and anxiety.
"Well, you see... I'd like for you to be the head instructor of Physical Education for the entire school, Wildcat. I will need a replacement for your classes if I'm to promote you," Nezu simply said, as if he didn't just drop a bomb on the woman.
"Head Instructor for the entire school?" Miriko barked in a high pitch voice. She almost couldn't believe it. All she could do was repeat Nezu, who was clearly very amused.
"Ahh ha ha ha ha! Congratulations, my girl! It looks like I have a lot to live up to!" All Might complimented, giving her a gentle congratulatory backslap and nearly knocking the air out of her lungs.
Miriko was almost in a daze but mentally slapped herself out of it. "I-I don't know what to say!"
"I believe a 'thank you' would suffice, my girl," All Might whispered into her ear.
Miriko looked back to just to catch his eye leveled with hers. All Might was bent over at a 90° angle. Her tail frayed but she held her cool, not wanting to make a fool out of herself in front of the two. Miriko swiftly turned back to face Nezu and bowed to cover up her surprise. "Thank you, Principal Nezu, for the opportunity."
"You are most welcome! Now, class starts in roughly... 10 minutes! Wildcat, if I may have a quick word with you before you leave?" Nezu added, stopping the two from exiting. Miriko was the first to turn around
"Of course, sir," she answered back, her ears lowering at the request.
"I'll be right outside, young miss!" All Might reassured, slamming the door shut without hesitation.
Miriko gulped down some air. Her anxiety always came back at the worse times. "Mr. Principal, how may I assist you?"
"No assistance needed, Wildcat, but thank you. Truthfully, I just wanted to suggest something that I think would be beneficial for all parties involved." Nezu's eyes closed with a smile, not that it was typically unusual. Nezu almost always had a smile on his little face.
"And that would be?" Her voice would have faltered if she wasn't so curious.
"Not only do I want you to mentor All Might as a teacher, but I would like for you to also become his friend. You both are just so private. I think it would be in your best interests if you both had more people you could rely on. Trusted friends are so hard to come by these days. This is just something to keep in mind, of course. I won't force this on you. Anyway, the class is starting soon! Just leave All Might in the teacher's lounge, he'll figure the rest out!" Nezu said, not even allowing Miriko a chance to interject. He ended the conversation and effectively kicked Miriko out with haste.
'Goodness… friends?' She thought in disbelief.
Friends weren't something easily obtained in her book, and apparently the same went for All Might. It was hard to believe the latter. How could someone so popular and loved not have many friends? And how could two reclusive people even start being friends? It wasn't entirely impossible, she knew. She and Aizawa were friends before they started dating... but All Might was no Aizawa. Miriko decided to mull over the idea later when she had free time. Right now, she needed to figure out what they would do for their first day together.
All Might had waited patiently outside of Nezu's office for Miriko like he said he would. The yellow pinstripe suit made him hard to miss. When Miriko emerged from Nezu's office, she looked to one of the clocks decorating the hallway. Class starts in five minutes, she noted.
"Well, All Might," she addressed him nervously. Here she was… alone with the greatest hero. And she was going to be spending a lot of quality time with him. "Uhh," she began to say, "I'll show you the teacher's room for now. Our class won't begin until after lunch, so that gives you some time to go over your lesson plans. Shall we?" she ended lamely, motioning for him to follow. Miriko immediately took off down the hallway with hot, flushed cheeks.
"Wildcat, may I ask how your parents are doing?" All Might asked gingerly. He had clasped his hands together like a nervous school girl while he trailed after her, and Miriko almost laughed out loud when she turned to answer to him.
Though, his question did throw her off. It slipped her mind now that All Might was in her presence, that he and her father were old friends. Her father was always distant in the media, so she never heard many stories about the two and the fights they've helped each other with. But the ones her father did decide to share with her, she committed to memory. They were fascinating stories filled with such heroic accomplishments. They were both her heroes growing up.
"My father is doing well, still doing his part as you know. He's trying to tame my wild mother though. She retired a year ago, and she's not handling it well. She doesn't seem to enjoy it much, I guess. Out of character for a snow leopard woman," she let out an airy laugh. She looked at All Might, and curiosity got the best of her. If her parents were close with All Might.. that must mean he is around their age. But he didn't look their age at all!
"All Might, I hope you don't mind my asking but, how old-"
"Ah, the famous U.A. teacher's room! Aha ha ha!" All Might had abruptly cut her off.
Miriko frowned at this, and a surge of irritation flooded her. He purposely dodged a simple question! When she looked into the room, she saw a snoozing Aizawa on the couch wrapped up in a puffy worn-out yellow sleeping bag she got him for his birthday last year.
With a sigh, she looked up at All Might and sheepishly smiled. "Okay, All Might. I'll leave you here for now and will meet before lunch is over to discuss your first lesson. Sound like a plan?" She hated not being fully prepared, but it wasn't like they had a choice. She'd have to make do.
"Ah, a good idea if I do say so myself!" All Might gave her a thumbs up. His broad grin seemed to take a permanent residence on his face.
Walking over to the couch, she placed one hand underneath Aizawa's neck and her other hand under the crook of his legs as she braced herself to lift.
"Make sure everything is thoroughly planned out. And don't be startled when you meet the kids. They," she paused, lifting Aizawa with little struggle, "get so excited with a new teacher. You'll be no different. For most of them, this is their first time meeting so many Pro-Heroes. They'll squeal, ramble, or maybe even cry." Miriko laughed at the thought.
"But I have faith in you, All Might. Goodness, Aizawa. What have you been eating?" Miriko adjusted her hands as the sleepy man she was speaking to opened his hooded eyes. Only a bit of the man's face showed, and he wore a very unhappy pout on his face.
"I've been eating your cooking. Are you saying I'm fat?" the tired man grumbled. All Might moved out of the doorway so that Miriko and the man she carried could leave.
"I'll see you later, All Might. Until then!" the little woman nodded with a soft smile, signaling their leave.
"Until then, young miss!" All Might held the door open for them, and as they slipped out, All Might caught Aizawa's stink eye and was a bit taken back by the subtle act.
Miriko seemed to have not noticed or ignored the exchange completely, only pausing to yell out. "Oh! Your office number should be in your files. It's right down the hall if I'm not mistaken!"
"Much thanks!" All Might yelled, bowing deeply. Miriko stifled a giggle, hardly believing that All Might of all heroes thanking her for such mundane things.
All Might heard the man she carried scoff out loud as she walked away.
"Did you just giggle at All Might?"
"Oh, hush."
All Might watched them cutely bicker down the hall, making sure they were out of sight before he transformed into his smaller frail self.
"Wildcat, huh? Panthera's daughter. He should be proud; she became an excellent lady. I wonder if she and that man she carried are lovers... Aizawa, was it? The name sounds familiar..." All Might thought out loud. He grabbed his files so he could find his empty office and headed straight there. Once All Might got to his office, he locked the door behind them. He shuffled through the files until he found the one on Aizawa Shouta.
"Last year you expelled an entire class of first years..!" he gapped. "He might be a problem..."
Meanwhile, Miriko was rushing down the hall with Aizawa bridal style in her arms. "Are you done pouting, Shouta?" Miriko asked innocently. He was silent and his face impassive, which was typical for the most part, but his eyes told her he was sulking.
"As long as you're done drooling over All Might," Aizawa mumbled. He even pulled out a juice box he kept hidden on his utility belt and began to down the drink, so he could avoid talking.
"I was not," she began to defend herself. Then it hit her, and her features softened. "Oh, Shouta.. you weren't jealous, were you?" Miriko asked gently. Aizawa ruffled around in his sleeping bag.
"Of course not, don't be ridiculous," he said, a small blush decorated his cheeks. As they rounded the corner, the quiet couple noticed two of his students still outside the Class 1-A door, talking. "Go to your class, Miriko," Aizawa said quietly.
"Yes, sensei," she teased lightly, leaning in to place a quick kiss on his cheek.
He blinked and huffed out a rushed "I love you" before literally rolling over to his classroom, still zipped up in his yellow duffel bag, looking like a giant yellow caterpillar.
Miriko laughed at the sight of him startling a couple of his students who were still at the door. But when she heard him reprimanding them about being late to their first day of class, she took off sprinting to her classroom.
"Oh, shit. How am I going to show up late to my own students?"
At full speed, she made it within a minute and skidded to a stop in front of her classroom door. Running a hand down the front of her suit, she took a deep breath and asked herself out loud: "Are you ready, Miriko?"
A/N: So, what do yall think? Review, please! :)
- V
