Very short one-shot meant to just give a little laughter. We all need a little laughter sometimes.
"Looking hot today, doll." Hizashi said in his usual loud and expressive voice, catching the attention of every teacher within a ten foot radius.
Shiori could have lived with that, but of course Mic had to take it a step further.
A huge step further.
Gripping her shoulders, he pulled her up from where she had been sitting comfortably- eating her lunch, of which she only had fifteen minutes left to enjoy by the way- then took her face into his hands to draw her in for a quick, deep and rather loud kiss. He purposefully emitted a 'muah' sound that made her already blushed cheeks get redder.
Eyes flashing everywhere, Shiori caught multiple people watching her. Even Eraserhead had cracked open an eye! She felt her face heat up further.
Turning away to look at Present Mic, she tried to ignore the eyes.
"Where did that come from?" She muttered.
Silly question.
Mic was prone to showering her with public displays of affection whenever and wherever he pleased. She wasn't opposed to them, but she was also enough of an introvert to feel shy when those public displays drew attention to her. Which tended to be more often than not. One would think she'd be used to it by now considering she'd been dating the loudest and most eccentric Pro Hero for well over 4 months, but no.
"Been looking at Eraser's shaggy mug all day, doll," Mic explained aloud, drawing a lazy glare from Aizawa- which he ignored- as he wrapped his arms around her. Trapping her arms to her sides, Mic's eyes gleamed in a way that made Shiori a bit nervous. "Your pretty face is just what I need to cleanse my eyeballs."
Behind her, Shiori could hear a couple of the U.A. teachers snicker. Embarrassment sent waves of heat down her spine, did he really have to do this while they were at work? Sure the teachers were their friends but she knew there were a few of them that loved to tease her about Mic's unfiltered compliments and affections. And the students? Shiori didn't even want to think about what the students would do.
"Hizashi, cut it out!" Shiori hissed, struggling to free herself from his embrace. To no avail. Instead, she found herself being tugged even closer to his chest. Kisses began to shower face, each peck emphasized with a very loud 'muah' sound that made her cringe.
"Yamada!" Shiori protested. He grinned, enjoying the way she slowly seemed to be turning into a tomato.
"Don't mind us," Aizawa muttered. "We'll just watch you slobber all over her."
"Slobber?!" The rain of kisses stopped, much to Shiori's relief. "Not my fault you don't have a Shiori to enjoy." Mic sniffed indignantly, then grinned wide and wiggled a brow at Eraserhead. "Sure you're not just jealous?"
"You could be on to something." Midnight purred from where she sat. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her manicured hands as she fixed Aizawa with a coquettish smile. "When's the last time you enjoyed a Shiori, Eraserhead?"
"When did my name become a metaphor?" Shiori complained, not at all surprised that Midnight was the one to begin the teasing.
"Ignore them." Mic's voice dropped into a purr, and Shiori found herself wishing for the teasing.
Present Mic plopped down into the armchair he'd just pulled her from and dragged down a struggling Shiori with him. He quickly settled her onto his lap, despite her complaints. He then reached out to grab a strawberry from her lunchbox on the table beside them, his other hand gripping her wrist. Keeping her from escaping.
Fine.
Shiori sighed audibly in frustration and defeat. It was like trying to scold a cat! Pointless, and she only ended up feeling like a fool. So, she settled onto his lap, crossing her arms firmly and looking at the ground. It seemed the only safe place to look in her situation.
Then… something smooth and round bumped against her lips. "Say 'ah'," Mic said, and tapped her lips with a grape; grinning like a Cheshire cat when she turned her stunned glare on him.
"You're not feeding me grapes," Shiori exclaimed. Oh if it were possible to die of embarrassment.
"Aw, come on, doll."
"No."
"Strawberries?"
"No!"
"I got it!" He suddenly snapped his free fingers, eyes brightening and smile turning impish. Shiori genuinely feared whatever suddenly had come to his mind.
"We'll Lady and the Tramp it," he suggested aloud, and she was ever so grateful that very few teachers in U.A. were familiar with such phrases.
"Absolutely not!" Shiori all but screamed.
Behind her came the sound of laughter. Midnight had given up her teasing of Aizawa to sit there and get a kick out of Shiori's predicament. She could even see All Might attempting to hide his chuckles behind his hand.
Oh, that's it.
Shirori didn't often lose her temper, but if she allowed Mic to play with her any further she'd lose every bit of respect she had from her fellow teachers. So, Shiori looked down at Present Mic and smiled sweetly, a dangerous glint in her eyes that the blonde Pro Hero missed completely.
"Let me feed you, darling," Shiori said lovingly.
Present Mic's face brightened, his mouth opening and eyes closing.
In a flash, Shiori grabbed a handful of strawberries and crammed them into his mouth, squashing them in, juice dripping from her fingers and from his lips. Hizashi's eyes widened over the gobful of berries, his arms flailed in shock as he muffled out words that no one could understand.
Behind Shiori, the room thundered with laughter.