Mic was missing class. That's how Midnight first noticed his absence, when Cementtoss came out of his classroom with a quiet smile and Mic's planner. That was unusual. "Hey. Where's Mic?" Cement frowned, looking uncertain.

"I'm not sure: I just was standing in for him until he arrives. Maybe he got caught up on something in his office?"

"Right. Thank you." He smiled at her before walking away. Midnight took off towards the loud neon blond's office. She knew Mic could handle himself, as proven time and time again, but she got a sinking feeling as she entered his nearly barren office. "Mic? You in here?" The office was empty. She frowned, and walked towards the library. He wasn't there, either. She went to the gym, and then to Nezu's office last, to find Mic with his knees in his chest on Nezu's couch as Nezu calmly talked to him, tea in both of their hands. Mic didn't notice her enter: Nezu did.

"Yes, it does seem the students are improving greatly. Ah, Midnight." It was a quiet introduction, but Mic still jumped, looking up at her with wide eyes that calmed down once he recognized her. He was stressed over something, and it showed clearly over his face and tensed body. He hadn't looked this nervous in weeks.

"Hello, Principal Nezu. I was just looking for Mic. I couldn't find him in his usual spots, so…" Mic smiled, but it seemed strained and forced, unnatural for the sunny man. Nezu said with a light grin that seemed very strained,

"Mr. Yamada was feeling under the weather, so I invited him to my office." Under the weather: it was code in this school. It meant Mic had a panic attack. Midnight had her own 'Code Red' for overstimulation, Aizawa had his 'overworked' for sleep deprivation, and so on. Every teacher had a code for when they got in too deep with something. It was said in code so students wouldn't worry about them, though the more observant 3rd years had almost figured out every teacher's code by the end of the year. Midnight took a seat next to Mic, sighing heavily.

"So, what's this about the students improving? I smell rumors, and I need my fix." Nezu took the hint: she was going to be the sounding board so Mic could just listen to them talk about things, so he could calm down.

"I was informing Mic that it has been a total of 4 days since young Bakugo threatened to kill someone, and young Koda has begun speaking up more in class. As well as young Monoma improving in his strategies."

"Yes, I did notice Monoma also has almost stopped egging 2-A on. Almost: there was that one incident a few weeks ago where he and Kaminari got in an argument…" Mic looked worried, and Midnight continued in a hurry, "Luckily, that was solved peacefully." Mic smiled gently, still hugging his knees into his chest tightly. Midnight and Nezu continued talking calmly: about students, faculty, and teas when they ran out of non-confrontational details about the earlier topics: talking about some fights that broke out or arguments were not going to calm Mic down at all. His heart was just too big to take that kind of talk lightly. It was slow progress, but his grip loosened on his legs, and he inched into a more normal sitting position as they talked calmly about nothing of importance, pushing his sunglasses up. He rubbed his neck, saying quietly,

"Thanks, guys. I know I'm a pain." Midnight chuckled. He was almost a different person when he was like this.

"You're just expressive, Yamada. There's nothing wrong with having anxiety." He shrugged, signing as he talked.

"It's still frustrating." Midnight patted his leather-bound shoulder. He really didn't like people seeing him like this. Her smile faded as she asked, hoping she wouldn't cause Mic to go into a spiral with her honest question,

"What triggered it?" He looked away, eyes distinctly red. So it was something to do with his quirk?

"Mom called." Oh. That explained a lot. Nezu sighed, pouring another cup of tea for Mic. "Wanted to talk at me about pro hero work, radio station…well, you know." Midnight hugged him loosely.

"I know, Yamada." He scoffed, pushing up his glasses as one arm hugged her back.

"It's not like I don't love her, I just…yeah. Did I miss a class?" He looked worried, and Midnight said comfortingly,

"It's alright. Cementtoss stepped in, and they watched an English movie. Um, the Love Bug, I think?"

"Oh, okay. That's what I was planning on doing today, anyways." Midnight chuckled.

"It helps that you're so organized: we could find your planner pretty easily." Mic smiled, and it was a softer version of his typical loud beaming grin. "Just take a breath, okay? You're not alone."

"Yeah, I know. Still sorry about this." She laughed, making Mic smile. He was an anxious mess once he panicked.

"If you can deal with me becoming a pool of emotions for a whole 24 hours, I can handle this little chat. It's okay."

"Yeah, I guess. Thanks for letting me crash your office, Principal Nezu." Nezu smiled warmly, the strain and tension that was visible earlier having melted away at Mic's recovery.

"Of course! You may have graduated, but you are still students in my eyes, and I am more than willing to help in a time of need. Have a cup of tea to go, and please be careful about overstimulating yourself. If need be, you have reason to go home." Mic laughed, waving Nezu off. His boundless energy had instantly resurfaced.

"I'm good! Just needed to calm down. Thanks for your guys' help, listeners!" He raced off, and Midnight looked at Nezu, who looked back at her with a quiet smile. There was no way he was alright.

"Sic Aizawa on him?" Nezu smiled with a flicker of malicious intent.

"Indeed." Midnight was already dialing Aizawa' number with a grin.