Hello my readers! I put up all these coming chapters earlier today, but as I saw and was pointed out to me later, there was a ton of code invading ALL the stories. When I first looked over all the published chapters they were alright, no code. Yet later on I saw it. I do not know why it did that, but I'm reuploading all of them to try and get them to upload normally. So sorry for that!

Hopefully these will upload okay!

But as will always be, I own nothing but the plots for all these small stories.

Having a way to unwind and relax just seemed to be a necessity through life. Some people smoked, some people drank, others would maybe read a book or play games all day. There were hundreds of different things, and it depended on the person. For Pro Heroes it seemed all the more important in their day to day lives. For most it was easy, and the next day would start fresh and new; no pent up aggravation or irritation stacking on top of itself day after day. There were a few though, who seemed to be missing a chance to restart and it showed in attitude if it was missed for too long.

Pro Hero Present Mic was one of them.

In the past he would use music as his get away. Immerse himself into the rhythms and beats, and drown out the world for a while. Even his radio show stood in as a way to relax after a long week of hero work. One that had been on the rise lately was spending more time with Aizawa, but the man had been ignoring him as of late. Hell even teaching class sometimes had a calming effect. Mic liked to think that he had a number of ways he could fall back on and unwind... at least he used to.

Lately the Voice Hero had noticed that the usual methods werent working as well. He still enjoyed each of them, but he would come away still feeling a little pent up. All the attacks going on, and the rise of the crime since All Might's retirement wasnt helping either. In fact it seemed that everyone was having a harder and harder time resetting themselves. Other pros were more agitated than usual and jumping the gun quicker. All Might was trying to help, but in reality he was taking the outcome of his absence pretty hard. Who could blame him though? Still, out of all the different methods he'd had for himself Present Mic couldnt quite put his finger on why they werent working as well anymore. He'd been using the same methods for years, so why all of the sudden didnt they work?

He sat in the teacher's lounge on his computer finishing up the paper work he had before heading home. He'd seen Ectoplasm and Vlad King come a go a few times, and Midnight was sitting diagonally from him at the moment. He hadnt seen Eraserhead or Cementoss at all that day. There was a stale air of silence in the teacher's loud and it was starting to settle over Mic. The man glued his eyes to his screen as he forced his attention to focus in on the work. His leg bounced rapidly underneath the desk as his shoulders hunched.

Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus...

Why was this silence so loud?!

Focusfocusfocusfocusfocusfocusfocus...

"YAMADA!"

Present Mic shot up, startled when Midnight suddenly shouted at him. He looked over at her and found the woman glaring daggers at him.

"W-What?!" He asked quickly.

"Stop with the muttering! I've never heard you mutter before and it's weird, and annoying! And stop bouncing your leg damn it! You've got heels on your damn boots man!"

The Pro felt his face heat up a little; he hadnt even realized he'd been making noise. On the other hand why was she even yelling at him in the first place? They were the only two in there and judging by the lack of papers she had left on her desk she was probably already done. For no reason what-so-ever Mic's brain started to get agitated about the whole thing.

"Well excuse me for trying to get work done!" He growled from across the computers, "I'm trying to get this done as fast as I can, forgive me for focusing!"

It would become clear that Midnight was about as pent up as Mic was because soon enough the two were engaged in a shouting match across the top of the computers. The littlest comments and issues just exploded out of proportion as the two teachers spit aggression back and forth. The door to the lounge slid open and All Might was greeted by the unusual sight of the two pros now standing and screaming at each other. The man blinked a few times before quietly backing out of the room; somebody else could get that one.

As if on cue Eraserhead pulled the door open a few minutes after All Might had vacated the area. The man stared at the aggressive atmosphere in front of him, and was a little surprised his usually chipper friend was in the center of it. The two's attention suddenly snapped toward the other who jolted slightly at the intense gazes that were suddenly on him. Well there goes his chance of escape.

"Eraser!" Midnight barked, "Tell this amped up idiot that just because he doesnt like a quiet room doesnt mean he can go and make useless noise! He's not the only one in here!"

The dark haired man opened his mouth to speak, but before any words came out the two had reverted right back to shouting at each other. A long, aggravated sigh exited the Erasure Hero as he walked toward the two. Dropping his paper work on his desk next to Mic's the man grabbed the back of the blond's jacket. With no explanation or warning Eraserhead dragged the other out of the teacher's lounge.

...

Somewhere down the halls Mic now sat on the floor cross-legged. His elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand, his other leg bounced up and down. Eraserhead stood next to him staring down at the unusually aggravated man in front of him. Sure it had been a rough couple of weeks lately, and there was a lot weighing on them as pros as well as teachers, but this was new even for Mic. Red eyes glared out from behind orange glasses at the wall across from them, and the other was pretty sure if he could of burned a hole in the wall with his gaze he would have. It was a look Eraser didnt often see in the eyes of his best friend, and he didnt like it. Those eyes were meant to light up and scream energy; not try to bore holes in walls.

"You going to say anything?" Eraser asked flatly.

All he got was a muted grunt of a response. Okay something was definitely up now.

Sighing, the darker haired man turned and took a spot on the floor next to the blond. He wasnt stupid. He knew Mic was probably just stressed out. There was a lot going on; too much going on. A silence settled over the two of them, but it was different than the one in the lounge. Mic's leg stopped bouncing eventually, and the pro's gaze seemed to lighten some. A familiar silence sat over the two of them, and Mic found himself relaxing a little. It was the kind of silence that came with Shouta Aizawa. He'd been around this man since they were children, and there was always a different kind of silence around him. Mic had realized a long time ago that he enjoyed this kind of silence; enjoyed Aizawa's presence.

Eraser glanced at the blond next to him as the air seemed to ease up around him. It was often like this. Despite Mic's personality, his quirk, his seeming essence of existing, words had never been a large part in their relationship. The presence of one another alone had always been enough between the two of them. It wasnt something they could explain, and both of them knew that they didnt need to be able to. It had just always seemed to be there; as long as either of them could recall.

"If youre struggling, Hizashi, you could of just said." Eraser said simply as he went into his belt and pulled out a small juice box.

He caught Mic's mouth opening out of the corner of his eye, like he was going to say something, but then watched as it closed again. He pushed another box into the blond's free hand and the other looked at it for a moment before opening it. The two sat there as time slid passed them, and eventually it seemed like Mic finally eased out of whatever he'd been in. It had long since gotten dark outside, but time seemed irrelevant to either of the two pros. After a moment, Eraser felt weight lean in on his side and then his shoulder. Mic had tipped sideways, leaned into him, and had placed his head on his shoulder.

Mic closed his eyes and sighed. It was deep and full of something he couldnt quite place. He felt like things started to melt off of his subconscious, and a weight left his chest. The anger and irritation that had been swirling around in his head eased out of his body as he soaked up the atmosphere around them. It was a reminder of what Shouta Aizawa was to him, and he finally put it together. The man was a comfort that none of the other methods would ever achieve, and Mic had no problem with that.

A gentle hand was laid across his leg, and then a hand covered the other. Mic laid his fingers across Eraser's and took in the calm that flooded through his body. It was rare that the darker haired man exposed a soft nature at work, but Mic relished in the moments when they did happen.

"Next time you want to scream at somebody go find a villain..." Eraser said softly as his head tilted onto Mic's, "I was planning to sleep earlier."

The Voice Hero chuckled some, "Alright. You can nap now though."

The other grunted, "Yeah you didnt have a say at the moment. I was going to anyway."

"We are in a hallway though, Shouta." Mic said.

"Mhmm." Eraser waved him off, "Shut up."

The blond smiled as he settled on his friend's shoulder. Oh well.

I hope you enjoyed!