Chapter 6

"A Phone is involved but it sucks"

Sato finally met who had been stealing his cookies, as result of the incident, though it had taken awhile before she finally said anything, apologizing for the minor theft.

"Hey, now that I know you like them, I'll just make a little more." Sato said, his voice was deep and had a natural sort of 'bear' like sound to it. If people could sound like a bear that is.

"You don't... you don't have to do that, I mean.. " Alarice pulled back not sure how to respond to the offer. The polite thing to do would be to just accept it and let it go, but before she could, Jiro cut in leaning on the counter. "You'd miss the thrill of hunting helpless cookies huh?"

Alarice flushed across the face at the minor teasing, it had been some what prevalent since the incident but it didn't feel like bad teasing. She rubbed at her arm, trying to go with the joke. "Yup totally, I'm like a dog and a cat, I even need them hid around the place so its more work for me and fun, hah."

Jiro snorted, in response to Alarice's attempt.

"Thank you, Sato, for offering, it's very sweet." Alarice said with dusting of pink still on her cheeks. He smiled back warm and inviting again. "Just let me know when you want some of the treats I make. It's fine really, everyone usually ends up having some."

"It's true." Jiro added, totally not thinking about the delicious Angel cake that Sato could make, among other delicious things. Sato smiled broadly at Jiro's admittance. Jiro paid it no mind, or seemed to any way, looking to Alarice, as she got up, gesturing for her to follow. "Any way, Stone I wanted to ask you about something."

"Ah.. Sure what is it?" Alarice followed Jiro, and the two girls walked away, letting him get back to his hobby.

"You were humming this tune the other day and I wanted to know what it was from." Jiro asked, fiddling with one of her ear-jacks. Side by side the two girls looked very different, Alarice's musculature was noticeably thicker than Jiro sleeker frame. She was also only a little taller than the other.

"Oh, Its uh," Alarice paused awkwardly for a second, looking at the floor, "It's from an old album I have. I can loan it to you if you want. I guess."

Alarice tried to be casual about it but the awkward silence that settled made it blatantly obvious to both that they were equally unsure of expressing their interests. Jiro broke it first to make up for 'asking'; "Only if you're comfortable with that. I wouldn't mind, It never hurts to have a bank of music to draw from for... reasons."

The other couldn't help but screw up her face at the response. "Musical reasons usually." Alarice let out a breath of air, and just; "Or learning how dj and practicing remixing things, which... Okay I totally do that.. occasionally. I mean not for an audience for anything just kinda, for myself. I don't really have instruments so I do a lot of sampling, I guess. That's not weird to you is it?"

"No, actually," Jiro stated, a little relieved, and unable to stop a smirk from appearing on her face as she continued. "I actually have some 'musical inclinations' myself."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, Do you wanna come up to my room and see? " Jiro offered, she couldn't help it; Alarice looked so much like a puppy at the mere mention. It made it easier that they were pretty much one flight away from her room.

Smiles adorned, the pair headed up to Jiros room. Where the hellhound girl couldn't help but fawn a little over the instruments and gear Jiro had. Discussion of music making and what kind of music they both did quickly dominated the conversation between the two girls. One self taught and forced to use what was handy, and the other reaping the benefits of a family steeped in music.

"I'm really glad I'm not the only one here interested in music, especially remixing! But I guess, it makes sense huh?" Alarice offered with a shrug, Jiro giving her a near smirk on her face.

"What got you into it? Remixing and stuff? " Jiro inquired, having already in the conversation revealed her ties to the music industry through her parents. Alarice answered easily, she really felt like she was making friends.

"Back home I got to go to a lot of Dances.. or Raves I guess, but I go to them when I can. I just kind of started wanting to make my mixes for that... and that's kind of just where it went. " Alarice fiddled with her hair absently, while Jiro thought she and Mina would definitely become friends if she learned this. She let out a nervous cough before she could be asked what her favorite Djs were. "any way, I can go grab you the CDs from my Room if you want them."

"Sure, I'll copy over some music to a thumbdrive for you while you do that."

Alarice nodded, and darted out the door, notably the door, to get her archaic CDs to share with the Jiro. The anxieties of interacting were barely noticeable anymore.

The sun had set for that warm Friday evening, some students were enjoying the benefit of the dorms and some minor independence from their families, and others were with theirs. Alarice, unable to go home to her dad in the states just stayed. She felt more welcome now in the class and in the dorms even if she was working double time all the time for it. Today though was a day she could relax on.

Her headphones were buried in her ears as she made her way down to the pleasant little kitchenette on the first floor. Lured down by the sweet smells of Sato using the more expanded kitchenette to cook something more complicated or numerous. She wasn't sure yet but it had called her down from the second floor wordlessly. So there she was, surprisingly casual, walking in her lazy pajama outfit and all. A new sight to a few of her classmates, but they were well use to seeing her at this point.

The sound of the radio show, recorded from its original air time, playing on her phone, drowned out the sound around her. Her attention elsewhere, as she let the sound just carry her mind away. Which was how Kaminari, in a some what curiously-teasing mood was able to pull one ear bud out.

Which caused Alarice to jerk in surprise.

Which in turn, caused the headphone-jack to pop out of the socket on the phone. Instead of pausing the player like it should have, proceeded to blast the auditory contents into the room.

It was made all the more embarrassing as the loud male voice playing on her phone was that of their English teacher, Present Mic.

Alarice's entire face turned red and her eyes became artistic dinner plates, as Kaminari stood there, headphone still in his hand, almost dumbfounded. Sero was looking up from his own phone now, Jiro who had been lounging near by was also startled by the sudden blasting of sound. Bakugou, who had just entered the room, stood there with a with an expression on his face as if he'd just smelled the worlds rankest fart. Someone out of sight gave a surprised squeak.

"Wow.. you like Mic's Radio show?" Kaminari started to ask, as Alarice scrambled to make it stop playing any noise. She finally got it to shut up, but her face was still burning red, spreading to ears. She didn't answer him, giving him a look like he'd personally injured her, before she snatched her headphones back from his hand, and ran full pelt, back to her room.

A silence sort of settled among the witnesses in the room.

"I never would have thought she liked his radio show, she never says a peep about knowing anything about any our teachers before coming here, never-mind their side jobs." Sero stated, wondering about how long she'd been listening to said Radio show.

Jiro was busy trying not to laugh or smile at how Alarice had reacted to Kaminari's action, or at what had been on the said phone. Kaminari was clearly distressed at the situation he had caused. He hadn't meant to do that at all, and it was all over his face.

"I think you ruined any chance you had there, Pikachu." she teased from her spot on the couch.

"I thought she heard me!" He protested. "those are some good headphones though, I might have to ask her about them, I can't believe we didn't hear any of that."

With it out in the open, Alarice didn't know what to do with herself. She was mortified that the cat was out of the bag, that she liked Hands Up Radio. She didn't think she could take it if they found out any more. Mostly she didn't want to be mercilessly made fun of for liking the Voice Hero. It was easier in the states, to some degree, to be a big fan of him, because he was largely unknown. She could just say 'oh I listen to these podcasts' and people just nodded. Even if they were actually illegally downloaded and recorded episodes from his far earlier broadcasts. Now it was more available online as technically, actual trimmed down 'podcasts' but you could get the whole shows. Sort of. Not to mention she could actually catch a show live which was great... But here, especially, he was known.

As the obnoxious announcer for UA and English teacher. You can't be a fan of your ENGLISH TEACHER!

She groaned audibly, flopping onto her bed. She'd dodged answering truthfully about who her favorite dj's were or where she'd found certain songs that she'd totally picked up off his show... She even had a song made for herself that maybe sampled some of his quotes... It had been something for practice, never really to share but she had done it all the same. Maybe she could still just chill for awhile with the rest of the show. She picked up her earbuds, only to realize that they'd been broken, probably by her, by accident. She let out an audible groan at her own bad luck.

The next day in english, her arguably easiest class, given that it was her native tongue, Alarice had to dodge the few teasing looks. Though she kept her respectful behavior towards her teacher of course.

It was awesome enough to get to just be around him, for her. She didn't need more than this.

Today it was likely to attract more attention, her only headphones to use for the on-computer assignments was a very special pair of over-ear headphones, she gotten specially ordered back when she lived in the US. They weren't signed, or wildly unique, but they were some one's merch, specifically, Present Mic 'branded' headphones. No one seemed to call her out on it luckily though she attributed that to probably being the only Fan in his class. 'please don't let him notice... I should have just asked for a school pair rather than do this to myself...'

It passed without incident, and she was able to stash them back safely into her bag, and then her room before heading back out to do her extra-class with her homeroom teacher. A little surprised to see someone she vaguely recognized from being from general studies, but she didn't know the purple haired kid's name.

"You two are going sparring with each other today. Stone, this is Shinsou." Aizawa stated plainly, giving his attempt at an introduction between the two students. The two youths nodded each other, clearly unsure of what to do or think of each other just yet. Alarice taking into account, some where in her mind, how similar the two looked. Though she did not understand yet how similar She and Shinsou where. "Your first fight will have no Quirk usage."

Alarice nodded knowing that he had zero issue in insuring that was going to be the case. The two students heading into the external gym, to do some warming up and to fight each other. Alarice quickly found that Shinsou, like her, wasn't up for doing much talking, and so they were rather quiet without prompting. She also found that this was to strengthen their hand to hand skills, perhaps even just build his.

Shinsou wasn't bad, but he wasn't great either, yet, but he proved to be a fast learner with good observational and analysis skills. Easily she was better, being a hero student but also being some one who had refused to use her quirk for such a long time as a beginner. The pair was, one way or another, through punches and kicks, helping each other get better.

Aizawa was quiet to the side, while he oversaw the two students, focusing on their fighting. Shinsou showed promise and the fights were bringing out that Hero mentality he knew Alarice had buried in her some where. Even if they weren't doing much talking, she was still, trying to help him,too. He in turn was taking advantage of the situation to learn as well, and giving it his all.

After a few matches, with both of them being thrown by the other at least once onto the mat, Aizawa clapped twice to end it. Both of teens looking at him blankily for a second.

"That's it for today."

"Really?" Alarice tried to cover her mouth from saying anything else. Somehow, the fact that Shinsou was like a purple haired, small Aizawa in expression didn't help.

"Thats it," He tiredly confirmed. "for today."

Alarice was surprised and decided not to question it too hard, walking to go get changed back to her regular uniform again, and deciding she should probably say something to Shinsou. "uh.. hey that was fun, right? Guess next time we'll get to use our quirks huh."

He gave her an odd stare back but didn't break his pace. "Sure."

Thoroughly confused she took that for what it was. "Okay, well, see you next time, Shinsou!" Speeding up her pace a little to get cleaned up she barely heard his response of just; "Sure, Stone."

He wasn't sure what to think of her, and she likewise, didn't know what to think of him.

Aizawa walked into the teacher's dorm building, and up to his apartment, only to be some what confronted by the sight of Nemuri, out of her hero outfit, smiling as Mic was telling her a plethora of new stories. Appropriate or not, Aizawa decided he didn't care what the new silly 'engrish' thing his or 1-B or any other class had done. Simply grunting a greeting to them as he walked in.

"Sho! Sho please let me tell you this!" Mic pleaded, while Aizawa simply looked tired as usual, wondered if he should give him permission, dragging it out and making the blonde squirm for it. Before answering; "Fine Hizashi, what is it."

Nemuri had relaxed back into her phone, now done with indulging Mic's energy, and it was now Aizawa's job as 'loving partner' to do the job. Mic, rather, Hizashi as he had let his hair down and dressed to relax for the night rather than do any patrolling, was bouncy with excitement. "OKAY! So! 1-A's got their dorm cryptid Stone, right?!"

"Don't call her a Cryptid, Hizashi." Aizawa said his gaze looking a little harsh for a second while Hizashi laughed. Aizawa suspected he did this just to get reprimanded, even gently, by him. Even now, Hizashi Yamada, boyfriend, childhood friend, was still a strange person to Shouta Aizawa. "But yes?"

"Did you hear about her phone?" Hizashi waggled his eyebrows, to try to pull knowledge from Aizawa who just stared blankly at him. "okay so, the students have mentioned that she has some Radio shows on it."

"Oh."

"Uh huh." Hizashi smiled seemed to broaden. "I thought: that's not unusual, and it might just be gossip any way, wouldn't know till I saw it, right? Also, there's loads of radio shows out there... and she's always well-behaved for me any way. No reason to assume its mine." He paused for a breath clearly interested in making a big show of this, per usual. "You remember when I had those briefly-run High-quality headphones?"

"Yes. So what, she has your Merchandise? Many hundreds, of people, have your Merchandise Hizashi."

"She has my second edition headphones! She was wearing them in class today! ahh What a blast from the past!" Hizashi was practically giddy, making a squeaking noise of joy that made Aizawa want to remind him that was full grown adult man with a full hero license, and who participated in the marketing side of Heroism too. Still Hizashi wasn't making fun of Stone, He seemed genuinely excited and pleased that one of his students was fan enough that she'd obtained a pair ( more exclusive than she probably knew) of his headphones.

"She was so cute in them Sho'!"

"Please tell me you didn't say anything to her about that." Aizawa droned out, Nemuri smiled at him from the couch, enjoying that he was now subjected to Hizashi's amazing ability to be thrilled even this far into being a Pro, about people wearing or enjoying what he made.

"Of course not! I am a professional!"

"With that squealing noise you just made I'm starting to doubt that." Hizashi let out a dramatic gasp at Aizawa's accusation. Making another as the accusations continued; "You do know that, since she is from the states, and you only recently started to make them 'podcasts ' too, there's a good chance, she obtained your radio show through illegal means."

There was a silence for a moment as some how both Nemuri and Hizashi were given Aizawa deadpan looks at him before Nemuri had to ask; "Do either of you even care if that's the case?"

Aizawa just shrugged and after discarding what he was carrying onto the table, flopped onto the couch. Only to be 'unwillingly' dragged into a cuddle on the couch, that he immediately went to sleep during, while the other two indulged in a movie.