King of my Heart -12

Els/Hizashi
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Two days into her heat, and they were coping much better. They had learned approximately when and how she needed him, and worked it out so they met in the nurse's office each morning and in the middle of the day.

Present Mic and Cheshire were somewhat of an old topic now. The students knew they were dating and had even banded together to sign a petition to keep her in Japan. They still talked about them from time to time, mostly after seeing Mic sneak a kiss, but they were becoming used to the idea. It wasn't unusual when they started hooking up before classes, or so most kids thought.

Hizashi had taken off his neck speaker for better access that morning. Healing Girl was stocking supplies from a distant room
so they assumed they were alone. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, dropping his head to her neck. Elly let out a soft mew and he chuckled, his breath ghosting over the gruesome-looking mark. He slowly licked it, humming, while she arched her back luxuriously into him, tail curling around his legs. He didn't have to bite this time but sank his teeth in while sucking the way he had learned she liked.

Neither one noticed the small scuffle of movement from a dark corner that disappeared long before they were done. Mic carefully cleaned and re-wrapped the bandage on her neck and they walked out to class, one of his arms slung casually about her waist. He pulled out his notes halfway through and checked a few things as they navigated the crowded halls. Students were milling about, chatting and laughing before they had to rush to class. They had almost reached the room when they heard a cough.

"Ms. Cheshire?"

"Hmm?" She turned to face the student. It was a stocky little fellow she didn't know.

"Can I ask what happened to your neck? It's been bandaged for days now."

Mic jerked his head up from the course book he had been browsing, frowning. Both teachers paused in the hallway, aware other kids were paying attention.

"Did you get hurt on patrol? Can't Healing Girl fix it?"

Elly shook her head. "It's nothing to worry about. It'll be gone in another week or so." She smiled reassuringly, her voice firm so as not to encourage further questions.

Mic pulled her closer. "D'ya think that's gonna be a problem?"

She flicked her ears. "We'll just have to wait and see." He huffed in surprise, stopping in the middle of reaching out to push open his classroom door.

"Won't have to wait too long," he sighed. "Listen."

The whispered talk was all about them.

They taught class same as always, ignoring the accusing stares, the knowing looks. Most of the ire seemed to be directed at the blond man, and Elly knew why. Present Mic wore leather, with metal accents like his speaker and studs on his shoulder pads. He was loud, had a very overwhelming personality, and towered over her height wise. Add those crazy, menacing stares he affected with one spiralled eye huge, one squinted, and he appeared the perfect candidate for what was being suggested. Which was insane, honestly, because those glares turned her on faster than anything. He was so devilishly cute when he did that! To show how bad it had gotten, she even heard his mustache cited in some strange reasoning behind her bruise, as if mustachioed men couldn't be trusted. After class was dismissed she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"We need to talk to the staff. Now."

He cringed sadly. "Aw, babe. This is gonna suck."

"It'll be fine, Mikey. What won't be is if we let this fester."

"I know." Mic drew in a long, slow breath. "Let's go while we have some time."

Elly was calm when she spoke with the principal, suggesting a small meeting during lunch. He nodded, and soon the staff were seated around the long table they used for discussions.

"What's this about, anyway?" Snipe was one of the few that appeared confused. Most of the teachers had heard the rumors from either one of them or secondhand from a student in their class or the halls.

"I went into heat a couple of days ago. Someone saw Mic mark me, and now the students think he is abusing me." Elly spoke clearly, though her ears were twitching. "It does look bad if you've never seen a marking before." She slowly unwrapped the bandage from her neck and let the wrappings fall. Once the evil-looking wound was displayed, she waited a few moments.

Aizawa seemed the hardest hit by the sight. He was looking directly at the individual tooth marks, his face drawn and paler than usual. He had always thought his friend had a huge mouth, joked about it, even. But to think of it was one thing, to see the gruesome injury that had been done to her was too much. He finally had to tear his gaze away by pretending he needed his eye drops. He did, but he did not even feel the soothing liquid this time as it dripped out.

"She really had to convince me," the Voice Hero told them all meekly. He was sliding down in his chair like a boy about to be scolded. Yet though he had been expecting it, no one said anything - even Midnight. She did, however, raise her hand to her mouth to hide a sly smile.

"I called this meeting to ask if we could be allowed to address the students - both of us." She indicated herself and then placed a hand on Mic's. "They need to know that this is a completely consensual, perfectly normal, and important part of our relationship. Not a sadistic power trip like the rumors suggest."

Nezu turned his inscrutable gaze on the blond man, who was sweating as he fidgeted nervously. Mic choked a little, scrunching his neck down in his speaker. Aizawa raised an eyebrow at him, glaring in an effort to will his friend to sit still.

"Yes!" His voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "Uh, I mean, they had their health initiatives and all that already, but we can't let this go on the way it is. And I love Ches." He blushed, adorably pressing his two pointer fingers together while staring down shyly. "I would never hurt her. It's not good for all of us if the kids think I'm some kinda monster. How will they trust any of us?"

"I agree," the principal said, all smiles once more. "We'll gather the first years in the auditorium and let you speak with them first."

Elly smiled at him back, relieved. "Thank you."