Chapter 13

Daybreak of the following two days had finally came from the minor vacation they had all taken from the events at the sports festival, with the last time she had seen him being in homeroom. Letting them all know they didn't have to return to slightly recover before school commenced in its usual session.

Though not many went home yet, a few stayed behind preferably to get ready within the dorms for the nightly dance the faculty decided to greet them with for a job well done, earning a bit of fun. It felt well deserved enough at least.

Ochako remained in the dark of her room, lying in the sheets staring at the wall. Reviewing everything that had happened recently. Mainly her thoughts wandered to Present Mic and his knowledge of their shared secret. Still feeling a little uneasy about the fact that he had seen them somehow, but also grateful that Aizawa didn't intentionally let it slip. Which was why she hadn't chosen to stay behind since, too frightened about getting caught.

Surely the man had great loyalty to their teacher, a long term friendship that bordered many things she had no idea of. Badly she'd like to know more about his past in general but would always coward away when the topic arose since Aizawa wasn't exactly an open book, regardless of what they had done together.

It wasn't like it mattered much in general. More or less had it run so deep that she was also included in that same respect? Extending down to her, or would he become a foe?, an obstacle having to earn it?

Those mocking words he said, referring to them as 'cute' made her face blush, pulling the blankets over her face to block it out, not exactly wanting to know what it was that he saw specifically.

The only thing that caused a bit of a distraction was receiving acknowledgment from Shouta, taking time from his busy schedule just to go see and tell her that. The shock of him daring to show anything within daylight hours, surrounded by hoards of people. Followed by a small act of intimacy in front of the only other person he dared let into his life.

She tried not to jump to conclusions, making it out to be more than what it was. But she couldn't stop smiling when recalling it, dropping that piece of guard just for her sake regardless of Mic's presence.

Outside the other girls that did stay behind were stalking throughout the halls, obviously excited for the night due to the noise they were making. Running back and forth to the girls bathrooms, to each others bedrooms, and back to their own sharing makeup and other accessories. Ochako felt a little bad for not going indulge with them, but she had so much going on inside that she couldn't put on a fake face just yet. This was the first time since that she got to be alone, tuning out the world just for a fleeting moment and taking a break from social interactions. Tired of those who asked if she was alright from the battle with Bakugou.

A vibration from her phone jolted her up, leaning over the mattress to catch the phone call in time.

Displayed on the screen was her father as her eyes widened, quick to answer it.

"Hey daddy," she said happily, glad to finally hear from one of her parents.

"Uraraka! Oh my baby I'm so sorry I haven't called sooner to tell you just how proud I am!"

Her smile widened, sitting completely up now.

"Did you guys see me?"

"Yes! I definitely did, you did amazing out there! Why haven't you come home yet to celebrate?"

Ochako paused, careful as to what to say. She didn't hate her parents for wanting to end their marriage, being that it wasn't her business or place really. Things just seemed awkward as of now, nor did her heart want to face that reality more than it already did after the last time she was home.

"Well theres a dance tonight at school so I figured to get ready here, you know my stuffs all here and all.."

He chuckled a little in response. "Oh yea? Any cute boys you going with?"

Her face lit up, flustered at the idea of it. Not once had it occurred to her how either would feel if her parents ever dared find out about Aizawa. How it would go down and the anger presented reasonably from both parents. They'd have a heart attack. This was also the first genuine secret of her life that she had ever kept from them, most of the time over sharing every bit and detail. She pictured a humorous bit of bringing him home in the future, being as when he and All Might came to her house to propose the idea of dorms, their secret affair was already in the happening.

"Uh, not really. I'm just gunna go alone with my friends," she lied. Well, not entirely a lie. Aizawa would also be there, just clearly not as a date.

"What!? My gorgeous daughter wasn't asked!? Those boys are fools!," he teased, she in turn letting out a shaky laugh.

"Well I've gotta go Daddy. It's the middle of the day and i haven't even started getting ready."

She wanted to ask about her mother, how she fared watching their daughter on the big screen. Surely she must have, unless due to the deep depression it was forgotten.

They told goodbyes before hanging up, burying her face in her hands in embarrassment. Life was not only cruel, but a not so funny comedian as well. A strange reminder of she and his age gap that she chose not to pay mind to often. Not that it disturbed her personally, but to another it very much would.

Skimming her eyes across the room, the bags from her previous shopping trip still lay against the floor untouched. Hopefully nothing was too wrinkled, not bothering to check since. In truth she didn't really feel up for tonight, emotionally worn down to have to deal with a gathering of such proportions. Acting unusually polite, making certain not to spill anything on herself which she had a habit of doing. Maybe she just wouldn't touch anything while she was there.

A knock was heard at the door as she hollered for them to come in.

Mina threw the door open immediately, hands on hips with a toothy grin as she paraded inside. Clad in her dress and heels, doing a model spin for her, then waiting for applause.

"Why are you dressed now? It doesn't start for a few hours," Ochako teased, earning a pout from the pink girl who looked her up and down.

"You look like crap Ochako. Have you been sleeping all day?"

She looked down at herself in the pajamas, Aizawa's oversized black sweatshirt and baggy bottoms. Honestly she hadn't gotten out of bed yet aside from using the bathroom and brushing her teeth. Didn't even bother to brush her hair yet.

Her eyes glanced in the wall mirror, taking in the pale complexion and disheveled appearance. Yep, it was concluded. She was becoming him. Black wasn't the usual color either.

Sheepishly she scratched the back of her head, "Yea I have. Just tired I guess."

Mina's jaw dropped, closing the door. "You're tired!? We've got stuff to do today girl, important stuff!"

"You're more enthusiastic about a dance than you were for the tournament," Ochako added, watching as she slipped her heels off to begin rummaging around the room. Digging in dresser drawers to locate her facial applications.

"Duh, anything when it comes to being pretty. More eyes need to be on me tonight than that day!"

Ochako grinned nervously, internally laughing at what the girl considered important in life. Only a few minutes passed and already she was beginning to feel a little better with her friends presence, being a much needed distraction. Considering if she should confide to her what was going on at home or what happened in the alleyway would surely get a shocked response that Ochako hadn't said anything sooner.

But as she turned, finding a small makeup bag with a bright smile, she decided against it. Allowing to mood to stay positive.

Mina strided over to her, grabbing Ochako by the shoulders and forcing her onto the bed to sit while she hovered over. Roughly tucking strands of hair behind each ear, pulling out the first layer of what she'd do. Ochako wouldn't protest, enjoying the company.

"Take off your shirt," she said, snapping her attention with wide eyes.

"Wha-"

"I can see you've got a bra on. It's just us! I needa blend this down your neck and I don't wanna get any on the edge."

Ochako stilled for a moment, considering what she had said. This was after all the only thing personal from him that he had strangely let her have in the beginning of their affair. And only because it had rained that day, soaking through her uniform shivering in the classroom. Not like he asked for it back.

Mina grew impatient, grabbing the edge and yanking it up. Forcing Ochako to move with it, muffled complaints as she tried to fight back.

"Stop it! I'm helping!," she whined, roughly tugging it over her head in one final swoop staggering back.

Before Ochako could do anything, she gasped. Watching as Mina read the initials written on the neck tag.

"Give it back!," she yelled, reaching out to take it. But Mina was too quick, a devious smile on her face as she jumped away with it in tow.

"S.A.? Who's that!?," she asked all too eager, switching her eyes between Ochako and the name.

With a red face, she began to calm down a little. The panic leaving her face at the realization that Mina had no clue who it was. Doubting that Aizawa had even crossed her mind as a possibility. So she fidgeted in place, sitting further onto the bed.

"Ugh you still not gunna tell me!? I'm dying here!"

She tossed the shirt onto the bed near Ochako who tried to give a kind smile.

"What can I say?"

"His name," Mina sassed, kneeling down to apply the dots of concealer before blending it down onto the skin. "Gosh you have such perfect skin, I wish mine was this flawless."

"Yours is completely fine Mina."

"No talking while I do this. And nah uh, you don't even have any scars except for those bags under your eyes. We need cover that up!," she grimaced, making Ochako laugh.

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"Get up already! We needa start getting dressed!," Mic screamed, tugging hard on his ankle to pull him out from under the velvet red sheets. He tightened his grip on the headboard, groaning loudly at the man intruding peaceful sleep through tired lids that scowled, trying to remain closed.

"Or you can go get ready at your own house," he snapped groggy from being awoken. Face still shoved into the pillow with a bit of drool printed on it.

"No! I don't trust your opinion on what's presentable looking!"

Both their grips tightened, Mic breaking a small sweat with his face growing red. His heels unable to stay in place at the slick wooden flooring through the dress shoes. Aizawa groaned angrily, trying to kick at him to release.

"You want this the hard way!?," Mic snapped as the man won from the vice hold, and he staggered back slamming into the dresser. While Aizawa tucked the blankets around him, lulling back to sleep not even caring to glance his way.

Mic panted hard, losing daylight in the evening hours while he himself wasn't even ready yet. They as teachers also needed to be present before anyone else to make sure everything was up to par. Decor in order, putting out drinks. And readying the big surprise at the end of the night. Most of which, the theme included, were mainly his ideas being the most flashy and creative out of the faculty.

"You promised we'd use your car!"

"I never promised shit. Use your own," Aizawa mumbled, raising the blanket to cover his ears.

Yamada was steadily losing patience, tugging hard on the end of the sheet to be met with his friends hold.

"I've still gotta get together the soundtrack, come on! We're wasting time!"

"No you are!," Aizawa shouted from the bed, his back still turned. "Go get it done then!". He tightened the sheet around his head, completely covering it.

The anger flushed on his face, taking off his normal glasses and placing them into his shirt for a moment. He could hear Mic beginning to breathe heavily, footsteps backing away until it was oddly quiet.

Aizawa sighed contently, already starting to fall back asleep. Until he heard him suck in, bracing for impact.

"SHOUTAAAAAA!," the quirk echoed as he began to flail around in the sheets, noise seering through his brain while the nightstand shook, his phone falling off with the windows quaking.

Aizawa cursed, yanking them back to activate his to cancel it out. Met with Mic's fierce expression.

They glared at one another. Until Mic, never losing eye contact, grabbed the dress shirt draped over a nearby chair and threw it at him. Hissing as the hanger hit him in the face.

"GET. UP.," he commanded before turning on his heel, storming off the the bathroom.

Aizawa whined, forcing himself out of bed aggressively, tossing the shirt away from him. Yesterday they barely got a day off to go help prepare the main area of where it'd be held, having to hang banners up since Mic was too scared to climb the ladder. Working late into the night before he was eventually let home with little to no rest. It didn't matter if he slept from then into the now, late evening. There was never enough sleep to makeup for it.

Yamada returned with a brush and hair products, annoyingly pointing to the hallway, motioning for him to come now. He bit back another groan, letting him win as he sluggishly went along. Yawning loudly still rubbing his face.

Once in, he sat in a chair the blond provided, waiting for the pain. God he hated this part more than anything, the ends of the hard plastic digging into his scalp.

"You are such a shit head sometimes I swear," Mic grumbled, pulling his head back as he began to brush through the black locks. Aizawa grunted, a pained expression on his face while the man combed through it roughly. Adding sprays of conditioner through it.

"It's to make up for all the crap you do to me, OW," he snapped, trying to free himself from the grasp like a child until Mic fisted more hair. Pulling him back.

"Stop resisting! Why even have long hair if you won't care for it!?"

It was only met with another yawn, his eyes growing bored already. "Oh yea that's right, you're too lazy to get it cut," he spat, purposely yanking hard with the brush.

Before long it was finished, tying the frontal ends up into a half done bun. Mic held him by the shoulders to present the image in front of the mirror. Though Aizawa only scowled in contrast to his bright grin. "Cute!"

Then forcing him back into the room to get dressed. Laying out his attire on the bed, a long sleeved dark red dresshirt. With a solid black vest and pants. The other was already done with himself, a somewhat matching color scheme of deep purple with the same style.

"You know what she's gunna be wearing?," Mic teased, hunting at the colors.

"Nope."

It only earned a frown, wishing the bored man would sometime at least show a little enthusiasm.

Not like he wanted to chaperone to begin with, there were plenty of other members attending that could have gone in his stead. Deep down he was only going because weeks back, Uraraka had asked if he was. A clue that maybe she'd also be there and would appreciate him going as well. Promising he would give a dance at least.

He began to dress, slipping on the dress pants and shirt in agitation.

"It wouldn't kill you to look decent sometimes," Mic added.

Aizawa only scoffed, looking himself over in the mirror attached to the dresser in his bedroom. It was ridiculous in his opinion, being a pro hero and having to adorn something of this caliber to a Goddamn school dance. He didn't even attend the one they held when he was their age.

"Decent would be my jumpsuit. Not itchy, and comfortable," he said, tugging on the collar while scratching the side of his neck.

"Stop it! It's supposed to be that way!," Mic grabbed the tie on the edge of the bed, making his way to move it under the rim, making sure it was firmly in place in the front. "I think it's about time you learn to do this yourself."

"Why? I only wear shit like this when You make me."

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Nighttime had almost fallen, the evening dusk settling as she tried to calm herself. Staring in the reflection feeling uneasy. Her puffy ends meeting halfway up her thigh not too revealing, though she resorted to adding black leggings for extra coverage. Not like the top portion shown any skin either.

It felt absolutely out of place, never before wearing something like this. A luxurious sense telling her to give him the rest of his cash back no matter what, even if he'd deny it.

Ochako smoothed down the skirt, trying to control her breathing. She didn't want to go out around the others like this. Just normal clothes would do fine. Nor could she handle the thought of him seeing her, wanting to die right now. It wasn't too late to skip surely, but the only thing tying her there was the fact that she couldn't return the dress or shoes having lost the recite apparently.

Her bangs held her face, curling inward at the bottoms with the other half in a bun that Mina added for 'special effect'. Now she was alone in her dorm room. Trying to talk herself into it best she could.

"You can do this. It's just one night. It'll be fine."

The door busted open, Mina and Tysu coming in smiling brightly. "See look how pretty our darling is!?," she teased, snaking an arm in Ochako's, ignoring the protest she gave. Not yet ready to go.

"It's late enough and the lights outside the school are on. It's time girl~"

Forcing her out of the bedroom, Tysu closed the door as they made way through the hallways. Mina giving cute poses to the few boys that whistled at their appearance. Tokoyami bowed to Tysu before whisking her off, leaving her to stand awkwardly alone in the corner of the dorm main room filled with the other students.

Ochako gawked slightly at how amazing the other girls looked. Momo was the most exquisite of them she noted, feeling thrown off at her plain choice of a dress. Then again it's not like she wanted anything too flashy recalling.

A finger tapped her shoulder as she turned around, Deku standing behind her smiling bright. "You look so nice Uraraka," he complimented, causing a small blush.

"Thanks Deku, Y-You too."

"Where's your date?"

A small bit of panic flooded her eyes as he raised an eyebrow.

"He couldn't make it," she lied, with him nodding in understanding. Thankfully the boy didn't appear to be upset at all about being rejected, ever so kind had he always been with that usual, warm atmosphere.

The front part of the students caught everyone's attention, cheering on as they began to leave out the front door to their own accord.

"Guess we should get going."

"Yea guess so," she added, walking alongside him to the exit.

They walked together in silence, watching as Mina and Kirishima laughed together. Bakugou screaming at anyone that got too close so they wouldn't step on his shoes. The lamps that filled the pathway had many colorful streamers flowing with a gentle breeze, crickets beginning to emerge as the sun had completely gone down. They saw the other class dorms heading that way as well while class 1-A obviously led the lead.

Past the field way in the distance her eyes skimmed the parking lot with headlights catching her attention. The engine turning off on the solid black car as the two men stepped out. Her breath hitched at the sight of Aizawa, unable to hear what he was screaming at Mic about with an angry face until they disappeared, drowned out in the crowd of students passing by.

Once inside she broke free from the crowd, in search of a spot not as packed. The round tables were spread out already getting claimed. The teachers all looked so nice, welcoming them all in formal clothing. Midnight the best dressed of them all in a not so appropriate, tight dress, as she made way to them all. Arms stretched out to greet them.

Yes, definitely out of place. Never going to something like this before, not even in middle school had it been this flashy. Feeling out of place in contrast to the other girls there. She watched Deku from afar as he was looking around, probably searching for her. So she began further and made way against one of the walls, leaning away from the bright lights to hide.

The two large gym doors busted open, Mic entering first dragging Aizawa by the forearm with a vibrant grin on his face. Giving a musical bow to the other faculty members that cheered for them, shouting compliments at the dress wear as he dragged them over to greet everyone.

She stared at him in awe, never before seeing Aizawa looking so nice and clean cut before in similarity to Mic now. Though he hadn't noticed her yet, now across the entire room. Immediately taking a seat at a far end table, same as she, shrouded dimly from eyes view. With Mic climbing the stage to set the music in motion, announcing to the audience in the microphone his apologies for being late. A ring of laughter sounding out at his humorous rants.

From then she could make out Midnight walking up to the table, taking a seat beside him. A churning feeling in her stomach at the beautiful woman who's breast were nearly exposed, leaning over the table whispering things to him. Then pouring each what appeared to be wine in two glasses, that he had taken.

Sometimes it made Ochako so insecure to wonder what a man of his caliber wanted with someone like her when he could easily have a woman like Midnight. Who's figure knew no bounds, a strong personality to match with it that she couldn't even think to compete with. The woman was also super successful, and upon her records that surely he went over, it was known that Ochako didn't come from anything exciting. There was absolutely nothing about her that stood out, clasping her hands behind her back.

She jumped slightly as Deku suddenly appeared, a little out of breath. "There you are Uraraka! You disappeared!"

She gave a nervous smile, tearing her eyes away from Aizawa's table. "I'm sorry. Crowds kinda freak me out."

He took a place beside her, leaning on the wall while she watched him carefully. Though smiling he seemed deep in thought, a serious facade trying to creep out.

"So Deku where's your date?"

He gave a small laugh, closing his eyes. "Don't have one. I did have someone in mind but she shut me down. Even though.. She's alone here tonight."

He looked over at her with a bit of passion filling his irises, offering a warm smile. It made her shuffle uncomfortably, trying to break the contact to look elsewhere. Through the crowd the other boys within their class watched them, mainly Bakugou who chugged down his glass for some reason glaring at her.

"Uraraka," he began, drawing her attention back. "I know you turned me down, but do you think I can have a dance sometime?"

She began to nibble on her lip nervously, anxious for what to say. Really not wanting to agree, but also not wanting to hurt the boys feelings more than what he choose to lead himself onto. There was no reason to unveil the answer as to why, being no one's business.

Sitting by the table, Aizawa watched her every move. Noticing her the second they entered, though chose to give distance. Choosing the farthest table to study her, wondering why she wasn't accepting the boys clear offer. At least allowing herself sometime to enjoy the night, hopefully not turning it down for his sake. That'd only annoy him. Taking a hard swig of the wine, ignoring Midnight's complaints for drinking so fast.

Mic finally joined them, wary of the glare the man had on his face staring at Ochako from across the room. His eyes followed the spot, settling on her. And next to, a male classmate.

He only sighed, taking a seat across from him. Though they couldn't talk right now with the woman in ears range. Thinking back, he wasn't even sure if Aizawa had ever felt jealousy before in his life. Being as there wasn't much he did care about, and no female ever present in his life that he gave a shit about. An ugly feeling he knew all too well.

"So you boys owe me an explanation over that comment you made in the commentary box," she teased, pointing an accusing finger at Mic with the glass in her hands.

Both shot each other a look as Mic swallowed hard, trying to find an excuse.

"Mind your business," Aizawa cut in, still not looking away as he took another large swig.

Midnight pouted, "Oh come on! Don't be like that!" her eyes trailed to Mic while he grinned embarrassed.

"We were just joking around and I forgot the mic was on!" He began to sweat, feeling her gaze intensify. Midnight had never been one to trick easily and this was only the first wave of having to deal with questions, the next while being spent on guard from her idling eyes, watching every move or word they say to piece of pieces together.

Aizawa poured another glass, already finished the first one and emptying out the bottle. She gasped angrily, swiping it from his hand. "It's so early in the night and you're already gunna finish off My stash!? Now I've gotta get more!," she snapped, pushing the chair back with aggression before leaving. Off to her vehicle to surely grab another bottle.

They watched her until she got far enough away before Mic faced him, giving a wicked smile.

"Nice work!"

"Thanks," he already began to drink once more.

Ochako tried not to look at him yet, cautious of what the next word would be. But a savior in a strange form appeared to add fuel to the fire. Both looking up as Bakugou approached, pushing other guests out of his way. She shrank back against the wall.

"Uraraka," he snapped, glaring at Deku for a moment. "This nerd asked you to dance?"

She slowly nodded, looking over him confused.

He extended a hand out to her, hugging herself away from his touch as Deku gasped.

"What the hell Kacchan!"

"Only because you want to, so I'll show you how a man does it."

Panic flooded her face, trying to scoot away from both boys, really not wanting much to do with either of them. Watching in the background as Kirishima and Kaminari cheered for dramatic effect, laughing at the scene. It was rather embarrassing until her eyes widened catching His, black ones staring back at her. As if to telepathically ask what the choice was going to be, tuning out the boys bickering. Aizawa appeared rather amused.

"Well!?," Bakugou snapped, causing her to cringe at the harshness.

Mic watched also, wheezing in laughter at the sight of her cornered like a deer in headlights with two offers thrown out there like that, and denying both. "Aren't you gunna go save her!?," he mocked, trying to control his voice.

"I don't dance," Aizawa answered, finishing off the glass.

A light bulb idea sprang to mind at that comment, a devilish smile creeping onto his lips as Aizawa raised an eyebrow at the antics. Watching as the blond stood, flicking his collar and giving him a wink before turning to her direction.

Though Aizawa grabbed the edge of his sleeve, tugging him back annoyed. "What are you doing?"

"Hm. I guess it's a good thing you said you guys weren't together right? The poor princess needs saving!"

Mic yanked his sleeve back before he could do anything, slipping past the students making his way over to her. Ochako looked past both boys in the midst of an argument, flustered at the handsome man approaching her with a sweet smile on his face. Never seeing Yamada's hair so tame and long, hanging down past his shoulder blades in civilian glasses. One would've guessed he seemed normal.

They both ceased with Bakugou's hand holding Deku's collar to threaten, gaping at the grown man who extended a hand out to her politely with the other tucked behind his back, bowing lightly.

"Hello dear! Care to dance?"

She froze, trying to make him out through the people for confirmation but Mic stood perfectly enough that he blocked the table on purpose. Mic leaned up, his voice in a hush whisper.

"You don't always need his permission you know."

Ochako stilled, fiddling with her hands for a moment to think it over as students began to look her way. It was obvious the man was challenging her past something no one else understood. And she wasn't going to break now and show fear. So hesitantly she nodded, slowly linking her fingers with his, feeling the soft fabric of his white gloves. Leaving the two boys bewildered on their own.

He led her to the very middle of the floor, immediately pressing his other hand to her lower back once there, entwining their fingers in the air as he began to sway. Slowly at first, giving the girl time to catch onto the rhythm. Her heart raced staring into his serene green eyes, conflicting with her worried ones. The students began to clear a spot, all faces on them with the faculty teasing in the distance.

"I've never danced before," she added, glancing up and down from his face to their feet.

Mic laughed softly, pulling her closer to his chest as she tensed. Leaning his lips down to the shell of her ear. "It's alright. I'm sure everyone's more focused on how wonderful you look this evening."

A hard blush rushed across her face to pull away, trying to see his face until she gasped slightly at the close proximity. Bright teeth smiling down at her amused with their noses a hair away from each other.

The jazz music picked up, tugging her other hand to follow the one already in his hold to force them around his shoulders. She felt his hands roam down to her waist with strength as she squealed, feeling him hoist her up into the air as they spun around. Her dress flowing throughout the air, exhilaration starting to form as her squeals turned to laughter. Letting go of the worry while everyone around shared in the joyous show.

Suddenly she found herself back on her feet with him spinning her around to press her back to his chest, his arms hugging her from behind as they swayed once more together.

Ochako had never danced like this before, along with the attention of the entire school watching. Each individual with a smile on their face, clapping along to the beat of their shoes moving to the music.

Mic spun her around one more time to face him, entwining their fingers with the other hand on her lower waist. "Are you ready?," he asked.

"What?," she gave a startled face causing his grin to widened, feeling their bodies go lower.

She gripped his fingers for dear life as he dipped her low, the ends of his long blond hair falling upon her face with his breath on her neck. Leaning down, nearly touching his lips to her throat. His green eyes flickered menacingly passed the students to meet the angered, stone black ones. Glaring at him from the table, having to listen to Ochako's sweet laughter mixed with the cheers of the fellow teachers and students, with Mic being the sole cause of it. Instead of he, who had never been able to cause such happiness from the girl.

Midnight appeared by his side again, popping the top off the next wine bottle with her eyes on them, giggling at Mic's antics. "Oh my look at that girl, Mic is such a sweetheart! She'll be head over heels after this!"

Aizawa immediately stood, grabbing the bottle from the table and walking past, ignoring her shouts from stealing it and slamming two metal doors open, leading into the school. He felt sick. Anger flashing over at the sight of Mic and Ochako that way, her vibrant voice, head thrown back in a fit of hysterics with his hands all over. The way he looked at him in the end blew the lid off, unable to contain the rage or sight of them any longer. Truly he wasn't mad at the girl, he was glad to see her enjoying herself. It was Mic, taunting him from afar like a child that had stolen his play thing. And there was nothing he could do about it.

Making his way up to the top of the school, he kicked in the rooftop door. Feeling the wind whip around his face, allowing strains of hair to flick his eyes.

It felt quiet aside from the base of the music that he appreciated for now. Having to get away, scared that if she saw him now, he may accidentally snap at her. Not like Hizashi wasn't correct. He did say that they weren't together. Denying every act of intimacy up until he proved a point tonight, and that being was she could easily be stolen by someone like him. A man not so cold, one more entertaining and lively, being as he never heard her laugh like that in his presence. Not full of happiness that is.

So he chugged the wine back, staggering until his back hit the railing. Not caring for the evening any longer.

Below everyone shouted compliments as Mic lifted her once more, their fingers still laced as they panted hard. Staring into each other's eyes. She looked him over, wondering if this was a ploy or not regardless of how fun it was. But he smiled sweetly at her, in return she did as well.

Until she tore away from his to look elsewhere, worry now plastered on the girls face. He turned to see what she was looking at and knew right away at the sight of the empty table.

Ochako's heart sunk, pulling completely away from him to disregard his company, stepping past to slowly walk up to the table, while the students began to go back to their social gathering.

Mic reached a hand out to her but stopped, knowing nothing he could say would make her feel better. It was his fault to begin with doing this on purpose to her a rise out of Aizawa, and succeeded. Midnight came up and yanked him back, an arm draped around his shoulders laughing as she forced him into the direction of the other teachers. Whispering to him that it was time.

Ochako stood there, staring at the empty seat with his suit jacket draped over the back of the chair. Listening to the announcements from Mic on stage, directing the students for a large surprise outside in the back track field of the school. For everyone to calmly exit and go witness what they had in store.

She could hear chants from behind with the doors being opened, a collage of footsteps and voices echoed throughout the large building as she stood there, not yet turning around. Legs wobbling, a dull expression on the dark, empty cover of the room.

Mic watched her from the stage, stepping down the stairs and leaving with the rest of the teachers, she left behind gone unnoticed. Until it was quiet. Muffled noises from outside with the door shutting behind them.

Ochako hugged herself tightly for a moment, carefully stepping up to the black jacket, gently grabbing it. Holding it close to her chest.

Her sad eyes traced the rooms for a sign of anyone, noticing it was completely empty. Taking hesitant steps up to the inner metal doors leading to the hallway as she made her way up the first flight of stairs. Glancing out the window at the students going behind the school as there were several large boxes lined up in a row on the field, that she couldn't make out.

The more that gathered down there, the faster the pace she went. Until she found herself panting, running up the flight of stairs to catch him. Wherever he was, there was only one spot throughout the facility he could smoke. Sometimes catching him leaning out the homeroom window doing so, but she knew right now he'd want privacy. To be hidden from them all.

Finally she reached the top, stopping to breath. Her lungs burned, forcing herself up to the rooftop doors, and quietly pushing them open.

There he was, leaning on the rail watching the students below gather. Taking drags from the same brand of cigarettes that he always had, that familiar smell hitting her nose.

When the door shut behind her, he turned, eyes widened at her sad form clutching onto his suit jacket, holding it close to her chest. Taking small steps up to him. Again it hit him like a ton of bricks, the very thing he had been running from prior to this act of annoyance, was her sadness. How hard it plagued both of them just to turn around and become the cause of it, not after hearing how lovely her voice had sounded below on the floor in Hizashi's arms. If anyone was to blame it was himself for not having more initiative. So he'd let it go. Wash down that anger with more alcohol whenever the hell he could, and indulge in her now. For her sake.

"Shouta," she whispered, standing there, shaking in fear of what he'd say. If he hated her now. Though he backed away from the rail leaving the wine bottle on the ground, flicking the bud off the side of the roof before walking up to her. His face unreadable.

He gently dragged the jacket from her arms, and flung outward. Draping it around her shoulders as her lips parted in surprise.

"It's cold," he said flatly, watching as she moved her arms through the long sleeves. Holding it over her chest.

He then extended a hand out to her, in a not as mannerful way Mic did. Yet getting the point across.

Ochako furrowed her brows, cocking her head to the side in confusion.

He rolled his eyes. "You wanted a dance right?"

He could see the lights shine in her eyes as she looked up at him blankly, studying if he really meant it or not.

Taking the lead he grabbed her hands and pulled them up, looping them around his neck. Placing his hands on the side of her hips as he tried to sway with her.

But they were not as graceful or skilled, neither having the experience, stumbling into one another while he cursed. Trying to balance good with her shorter body. She watched as he stared down at their shoes, moving in a horrible fashion not to bump into one another.

"Fuck," he cursed louder before shooting up to look at her as a warm smile etched onto her face through the watery eyes. Aizawa quickly glanced away, a red tint to his cheeks.

"I can't dance either," she added, closing her eyes to lean into him. He stilled for a second, giving up trying, to hug her tighter. Burying his face into the groove of her neck, inhailing the sweet scent of the perfume.

A loud boom went off causing them both to jump, looking up with the sky flooded with outstanding colors, a mixture of different sizes and crystal like stars blending in with the night sky. Below students screamed, fireworks blowing across the entire school.

"It's so pretty!," she gawked, a wide smile just like the one he had seen downstairs gracing her face.

Green and pink lights, followed by scattered bits of blue illuminated off of her skin and while she stared up at it, he had his eyes fixed solely on her. Making out every detail of her face in this hour of pure bliss that was shared just between them.

"Want a better look?," he asked, hooking his arms around her waist and lifting her above him. Her small hands flew to his shoulders for balance as she giggled to his surprise.

She stared down at him with a warm expression, tucking a strand of hair from her cheeks. Vision locked, ignoring the outside world until she slowly came down. Pressing her lips against his own, holding his face in her hands while the fireworks flew across the sky.

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