King of my Heart - 5

"King of my Heart - 5"

orig. 12/1/2018

BNHA Elly (Cheshire) x Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)
Inspired by "King of my Heart" by Taylor Swift 

Non-Canon based off manga/anime

PG

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Her job that day was to help Hizashi - Present Mic, she reminded herself, call him by his hero name in school -- with his classes. It made sense; she was from America and the students wanted to hear what it was like there now. Yagi had worked there in his youth but that had been years ago. He was quite interested in having a talk with her, she had heard, but for now she focused on the morning class. The first was Aizawa's homeroom, and she had some feelings about that. They filed in and immediately began talking. Elly noticed that Toru Hagakure, the invisible girl, seemed to be on her best behavior. This was perhaps because she had begun mentoring her a little, on the side. The rest were, as Mic pointed out, "rowdier than usual". Mic tried several different kinds of reprimands before he slapped a hand across his face.

"Dang it," he muttered under his breath. Quick as it was, she saw the emotion and smiled. He shook the mood off immediately, however, spun around and jabbed finger guns at the sky, trying an even louder approach. "Yo, yo! Everybody pay attention! C'mon!"

"They're just excited, Mic." She noticed the one with the ear jacks was staring at her speculatively and she inwardly cringed. She had heard what had happened during the flag capture. And if she had heard that, she might have heard what Aizawa had said as he had kissed her. She calmly met her gaze, however, and the girl dropped her eyes before she did. "I thought you guys might have some questions about life in America."

Amazingly, she didn't even raise her voice but it worked. They stopped and turned to face them, some with apologetic faces. She placed a hand on the book on the desk, smiling. 

"Good, okay! Today we're go - ah..." Mic reached for the course book at that moment, and their fingers brushed lightly together. The kids watched in disbelief as his voice trailed off into silence. "Ha." He waved his hand erratically in the air, trying to pull himself together. "Questions, right!" He coughed and spun about. "You go ahead, Ches."

A single glove raised for a question. It was her young friend, waving her arm madly about in an effort to be noticed. "Oh! What do you do on dates?"

Elly's ears flicked in amusement. "Anything we want, really. It's not much different from here, you know. I mean, there are some things you can do in both places you can't in the other, but the first date is usually some food, maybe a movie." She looked askance at the blond man, a twinkle in her eye. 

Mic choked a little. 

The class noticed. 

Several more hands flew up in the air.

"I heard they call each other by first name a lot!"

"We normally do, yeah." She nodded at the green-haired boy. "Midoriya?" He nodded. "If we were classmates I wouldn't be calling you that. It'd be your first name, or, if we were friends, a nickname."

"Deku," someone snorted gutturally from the back.

"Did you give each other nicknames yet?" One of the girls was blushing and kept staring back and forth at both teachers.

Mic tilted his head towards her. "What's that?"

"Um, Mr. Aizawa said that you two went out on a date," she explained nervously. "I just wondered..."

Elly didn't even try to control her laughter as Mic collapsed into the chair by her side. "He whaaaat?!" He hit his temple with the heel of his hand. "Betrayed by my best friend and Uraraka," he whined, sinking lower, his face beet red.

"Mic," Elly tapped his arm, "It's not like this is a bad thing."

"They're all in it together!"

"I'm sorry!" The poor girl was blushing even harder, but most of the class was intrigued. This was a welcome addition to the class he normally taught. "I - I didn't mean..."

"You're fine, it's a good question," Elly said in a soothing tone. "I had to ask him the other day myself. We used our first names." 

Mic had pulled himself up by now. "All right, all right." He placed both hands on the desk and stared out at the small crowd of faces defiantly. "We're dating. Oh, wait, and I called you 'baby', didn't I?" He added in a startled voice as it struck him. "Was that bad?"

Elly's palm hit her face this time as the class exploded into the sounds of laughter, hooting, whistles, and jaws hitting desks. "Mic," she sighed with a faint smile. 

"Okay, okay! Everybody settle down." He flailed about while she ducked any hands that passed low enough her way.

"You've got to learn not to say everything that pops into your head," she told him fondly.

"You didn't answer," he pointed out in a whisper that could clearly still be heard in the room.

"It was fine, Mic. You're fine. Everyone's fine," she laughed. "We're all still learning about each other. Right?" The bell sounded, and the class filed out, talking animatedly amongst themselves. Elly noticed that the kid with the purple balls for hair was now the one giving her the eye. She slowly laid her ears back at the creepy intensity in his gaze, making it a point to learn more of their names for the future.

The rest of the classes went about as well as the first. By the time 1-A had filed out, they had gossipped enough that every single student knew about them and they used it to torture Mic extensively throughout the day, asking about dating, marriage, and everything in between. He was a limp wreck when the day was finished.

"Poor thing," Elly sympathized with the hint of a smile. She patted him on one of his studded shoulders. 

"I'm gonna choke him with his own scarves," he pouted, crossing his arms.

"Eraser? Really?" She raised her eyebrows. "You know he was just trying to diffuse the incident from the other day. That one girl, uh, Jirou, I mean she heard everything." She winced; she didn't want to get into this again. Sometimes things needed to be kept secret for a reason.

"Oh." Mic blinked a few times as he thought this over. "Still! The bastard likes to tease me." He laughed, slapping his knee as he thought of the stoic Aizawa gossiping like an old woman. "Yeah, he wouldn't do anything without a 'logical purpose' to it." He got up and stretched, pulling his hands up over his head. "You wanna do anything later? I've got pro work in a few and, uh," He pulled at the leather on his outfit. "This doesn't really hold up to doing anything nice. I'm either sweating or freezing. I wanna shower and change before we go someplace."

"Well, if you're not busy after, I thought maybe we could visit the beach nearby."

"Great!" He held the door open for her and they walked out towards the lounge to pick up their things. "I've got a few hours of free time after I finish my patrols. I'll call ya when I'm ready!"

Hizashi picked her up again but this time they got on a bus to ride to their destination. As they stepped off and the bus zoomed away in a puff of exhaust, Elly shivered. The light breeze from the ocean wasn't something she had considered and she wore only one long sleeved shirt under a short one. He noticed and immediately opened his jacket, pulling her beside his warmth and covering her with one half. She sighed gratefully.

"I hadn't realized it would be so cool."

"Yeah, the wind from the water makes it cold here sometimes." He led her to the little gazebo that was set up overlooking the playful wavelets. "Here. They built this mostly for the couples who come here." He grinned. "So we could cuddle and stuff."

"And 'stuff'?" She asked archly.

"Hm?" He placed a hand under her chin and raised her face to his. "Oh, yeah. Stuff." He demonstrated by stealing several small, carefully chaste kisses on her lips and cheeks. They still seemed to sizzle on her skin, and the little points on his mustache tickled.

Elly shivered again, not from the cold this time. "Hizashi," she purred.

"That's my name," he said cheerfully, touching his nose to hers. He noticed for the first time that underneath her very human-looking nose was a speckling of lavender, and the different split that defined a cat's nostrils. It wasn't apparent when you first saw her, but he now knew she was sensitive to scents. He filed this away for future reference as he stared into her eyes. "Warm enough now?"

"Yes. You're way better than a jacket," she giggled. 

"Ha! I want that to be my crowning achievement in life," he gushed. "He was 'better than a jacket'! That said, I'm kind of hot right now even with my civvies on." He shook his head mournfully. "Not all the time, though. You make me sweat, baby."

"I think that's cute," she said somewhat dubiously, and he laughed. They sat for a time staring out at the water gently lapping the sand in front of them over and over again. It was such a long while that it became a comfortable silence, one where she forgot herself and grew sleepy. 

It became difficult to hold himself back. His arm was around her and she was snuggled into his side again, but closer than when they had been to the movies. Not only that, but she was purring softly, and the best part was when she would rub her cheek lightly against his chest now and then. He'd been to Shota's apartment before, and he had once asked why the cats rubbed their faces on things. His friend had told them they marked things they liked that way. He wasn't sure if she was doing that to him, really, but he liked to think that she was. He would have stayed that way for much longer, but the sun was setting and it was so gorgeous he gently stroked some of her hair away from her face. "Hey, baby. Look."

"Mm." She raised her head and her eyes grew wide. "Ohhh, that's beautiful!"

Hizashi licked his lips. He knew people thought his quirk was just screaming things deafeningly, but he could pitch his voice in various tones, some that were safe to use in public. Some of those voices were the ones animals liked - and he had one he knew cats favored. He used this low vibration deliberately, aiming it at one of those purple-furred ears of hers. "That's not as beautiful as you are."

Elly stiffened in his arms, and just as suddenly seemed to melt into a warm purring bundle. "Zashi?" she gasped. Her tail quivered on the decking behind them, whisking bits of sand away.

He somehow held his excitement in at hearing her shorten his name. "Hey," he added in a more normal voice, deliberately breaking the spell she seemed under. 

Elly shook herself. "Mya?"

"Tomorrow's friday - you wanna cohost my show?"

Her ears shot up. "You serious?!"

"Heck, yeah! It's a lot of music, but there's some talking so I figure we would have some fun -" He cut off, a huge, dorky grin spreading across his features as she hugged him enthusiastically.

"That's be awesome! I've missed that a little, and, well, yeah!"

 "Awesome," he echoed happily.