Chapter 1
Present Mic

"HEY ERASER!"

Tsuyu jumps in her seat just as everyone else jolts at the very loud voice. She almost snaps the pencil she's holding though Uraraka is not just as lucky, seeing as half of her pencil is now imbedded in the chair where Jirou would've been, who is now curled in pain, being the one the most affected due to her highly sensitive hearing.

The only one not reacting is their teacher, Mr. Aizawa, who is sitting right next to her.

She turns towards where she hears Present Mic coming from and finds him entering the common area, one hand waving enthusiastically with a giant smile on his face. He's still in his Hero uniform.

"What is it, Mic?" she hears Mr. Aizawa asks, voice filled with pure exasperation. That is one thing she found out pretty early: Mr. Aizawa is always tired with it comes to Present Mic, though she couldn't blame him because Present Mic is quite a handful and that is only speaking about his voice.

She mentally pats herself on the back for the pun.

"Just wanna drop by and say HEYYO-" everyone jolts again at the loud voice (Jirou is even worse). "-to my best friend!"

"I'd rather die."

"HEY!"

"Pipe down."

"Don't be like that!"

She watches Mic approaches Mr. Aizawa, who pushes up his spectacles and returns back to his papers. Mic throws an arm around his shoulders, jostling him at the motion. But Mr. Aizawa ignores him, expertly pulling his pen off to not scratch the paper he is currently writing, or grading, pushes his glasses back into place once more, before continues.

"Mic, get off," she hears Mr. Aizawa threatens without breaking his concentration. Mic only laughs and shakes him even more, causing his glasses to slide down his nose. "Mic, could you not?"

She tilts her head to the side and puts a finger to her chin, watching the interaction between Mr. Aizawa and Mic.

It's one of the later things she realized about her homeroom teacher. For some odd reason, he is friends with someone who is complete opposite to him. Present Mic is a very loud, very hyper and incredibly extroverted, a complete opposite to Mr. Aizawa who is the definition of introverted antisocial.

They're not just friends; they are best friends, if what Mic constantly said is true. She wonders how they became best friends.

"Not the 'stache!" Mic's distressed words snap her out from her thoughts and she focuses back them. Mr. Aizawa is out from his chair and is standing up, now has Mic by his… mustache, holding them hostage by his fingers. His glasses are now on the table. "Dude please, not the mustache! You know how much I put efforts in them!"

"They are the absolute worst investment you had ever put effort into," Mr. Aizawa replies, scowling at the blonde man. Mic is flailing around while trying not to move his head so much to not further harm his facial hair. "I should've shaved them off the moment you grew them."

"DUDE NO!" she jolts again at the loud voice. Mr. Aizawa gets the worst of it being in the direct impact of the source. His scowl deepens and she sees the mistake dawns on Mic's face.

"Asui." She straightens up when Mr. Aizawa calls out her name. "Would you kindly go and grab me the scissors in the drawer?"

"NO- ack!" Mic's voice suddenly cuts short as Mr. Aizawa erases his Quirk. Mic thrashes around even more while giving her a begging look from the corners of his eyes.

She smiles kindly.

"Which drawer was it again, Mr. Aizawa?"

Horror fills Mic's face while Mr. Aizawa smirks.

She is thankful of Mic, though. There are sides of Mr. Aizawa that only comes out when Mic is around.

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"MRHRM!"

She falters in her steps when she hears that muffled voice.

Now, while it is not the first time she had heard someone getting choked or strangled – they are what Mr. Aizawa (affectionately) called "Problem Children" after all – she doesn't recognize that muffled voice. She exits the elevator and speed walks into the common area, where the source of the noise is coming from.

She finds Present Mic hanging upside down from the ceiling in the middle of the room, completely cocooned in familiar gray cloth. The only things visible from him are his eyes – along with his glasses – and his hair, because of course it is his hair.

Standing right before the thrashing Voice Hero is none other than Mr. Aizawa with his scarf floating around him. Judging by that alone, she could tell he is pretty pissed. And judging by Mic's current state, he is on the unfortunate receiving end.

She wonders what Mic did to anger Mr. Aizawa.

She looks around the common area and finds several of her friends there also staring at the scene. They are stiff, which is to be expected whenever Mr. Aizawa is angry. What are out of the ordinary are their wobbly lips, as if they are trying but failing to suppress a smile.

"Asui," she hears Mr. Aizawa greets her. Turning back to him, she sees his back is still facing her; he is still staring down Mic. Of course he knows it is her without even looking.

"What did Mic do?" she curiously asks as a finger returns to her chin. Then, she hears her friends giggle along with Mr. Aizawa groaning. Mic's shoulders are shaking; she thinks he's laughing but she can't confirm because his mouth is wrapped shut.

"Oh, everything's purr-fect," she hears Ashido answers. The giggles intensify and Mr. Aizawa groans even louder. She raises an eyebrow because was that a pun? And not just any pun but a cat pun?

"Mr. Aizawa loved to do cat puns when he was a student of UA!" Uraraka answers with a wide, gleeful smile on her face.

She looks back at Mr. Aizawa and Mic. Mic continues to laugh (she thinks) before she hears a strangled sound coming from him. She guesses Mr. Aizawa tightens his binds on him.

"Everything would've been fine if he had kept his mouth to himself," Mr. Aizawa growls, displeasure is evident in his tone.

"Did you mean hiss-self?" Everyone giggles even louder at Kirishima's pun. Mr. Aizawa finally looks away from Mic to glare at Kirishima, who immediately raises his hands in surrender.

"Enough of that. It's not very funny," Mr. Aizawa warns.

"But I think it's furry funny!" Kaminari responds bravely. Mr. Aizawa closes his eyes as if he's in pain.

"Everything is pain when it comes to you brats," she hears him muttering to himself.

"Did you mean purr-rats, Mr. Aizawa?" she cheekily asks.

Her teacher slowly turns towards her, his eye twitches.

"Asui."

She merely smiles at his exasperated look as everyone lets out a roar of laughter.

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She knocks on the door and waits for the invitation to enter. Once she hears it, she slides the door and walks in. The teacher's lounge is mostly; she can only see Present Mic in the room, who smiles at her when she enters.

"Hey, little listener."

She blinks because that was the quietest she had ever heard coming from the highly energetic Hero.

"Whatcha doin' here?" he asks, still with that quieter voice. She enters further into the room, closer to Mr. Aizawa's table, which is placed right next to Mic's. She's about to answer his question when she quickly stops herself from opening her mouth.

Mr. Aizawa is sprawling on his table, face planted on the top. His lower body is covered by his yellow sleeping bag. Placed on his back is a purple blanket. She thinks he's sleeping, which explained Mic's quiet voice. She would've thought he's being considerate of Mr. Aizawa's little nap.

The towers of tissue rolls, books, markers and pens and approximately six books stacked on top of Mr. Aizawa's head tells her than he is actually not.

She looks back at Mic and sees him silently cackling to himself. He grins at her while pointing a finger to the giant stacks that she knows he put up by himself. Then he takes out another book from his desk and carefully balances it on top of the book stack that is balanced on a stack of tissue rolls. When the tower doesn't fall and Mr. Aizawa doesn't wake up, Mic cackles even more.

She carefully places her own stack of papers on Mr. Aizawa's table, right next to another stack that has handwriting not belong to her homeroom teacher. She feels her lips curl up.

Present Mic had done the paperwork to let Mr. Aizawa sleep.

She quietly makes her way back to the door. She opens it as silently as possible before stepping out. When she's turn around to close it Mic is waving at her while keeping a finger to his lips. She returns the smile with her own.

She slides the door close with more force behind it.

She hears the sound of clatters behind the door.

"MIC!"

"EEP!"

She walks away, the smile still plastered on her lips.

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A creak of the floor wakes her up with a light startle. She blinks the drowsiness away from her eyes as she slowly sits up. She hears a quiet curse, causing her to look up but her vision is still blurry to see clearly who is in the same room.

"Sorry to wake you up, little listener," Mic whispers (shocking), giving her an apologetic look.

"It's fine, Mic," she replies just as quietly, rubbing her eyes with her knuckles. Then, once her vision is cleared, she looks up to Mic and notices he is not in his Hero costume. He's wearing casual outfit, even tying his hair into a bun (another shock). She then looks away from the Hero and to her surroundings.

She had agreed to join her friends on the sleepover in the common area. They were excited for it, consuming snacks and sodas from the cupboard (that had mysteriously refilled each time) as they watched countless movies one after another. They were happy and relaxed, because that was what she was feeling too.

She turns back to Mic and watches him quietly covering up a sleeping Mr. Aizawa with a blanket.

Ah, Mr. Aizawa had joined them halfway through. He was in the kitchen initially, but Ashido managed to persuade him to sit in the living room with them. They were all on the floor covered with pillows and blankets, so he had the couch all to himself to grade papers.

He had fallen asleep too.

"I guess you listeners had fun last night?" she hears Mic asks, stepping away from her homeroom teacher. She hums with a nod, causing the Voice Hero to smile kindly. "That's good to hear," he adds before turning his attention back to Mr. Aizawa.

She places a finger to her chin, curious at Mic's silence. What is he thinking right now?

He tears his eyes away from Mr. Aizawa and looks at her once more, now giving her a broad smile.

"Did you know that you have the exact same seating with Eraser when he was in 2-A?"

She finds herself straightening.

"Really?" she asks a little too loudly. She hears rustling coming from next to her. Uraraka turns to the other side before releasing a sigh, falling back asleep. She can't have the topic to discuss right now; she'll have to hold it for another day.

She turns towards Mic and sees him giving her an apologetic look. She merely shrugs her shoulders before slowly lying down. He gives her a softer smile before mouthing "goodnight" towards her. She smiles at him before closing her eyes.

The last thing she sees before her vision blackens is Mic inching closer towards Mr. Aizawa.

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The first thing she sees – ironically the first one up amongst her friends – is Mr. Aizawa's doodled face.

Mr. Aizawa is giving her a warning look, a look she can't completely take seriously due the black tip on his nose and the whiskers on his cheeks and the words scribbled on his forehead that said "yeah boay".

She can only smile at him, ignoring the writhing Mic right beneath his feet because only he is brave enough to pull such prank on Mr. Aizawa and didn't die.

Hello, it me

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