King of my Heart - 9

"King of my Heart - 9"

orig. 12/23/2018

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

"First Meeting" scenario (PG)

Non-Canon based off manga/anime

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Another day at school, and she had been once again assigned to Mic's classes. It seemed obvious why. She was, after all, a native English speaker. But she couldn't help but think it was odd how the universe seemed to be pushing them closer and closer together. Elly shrugged the feeling off, smiling at the idea that this was somehow romantic fate. Maybe it was, but right now they had to discuss the idea that could keep them together.

"You really think this will work?" 

"All Might is backing you." Mic shrugged. "I mean, you can't get more clout than that, right? And if I can convince the others... and I think I can, then the principal might take our petition more seriously. And the school board, too."

"I hope so." She sighed. "It's a big deal and more expense hiring a new teacher on."

"I'm gonna go talk to a few people right now. You can take my class until I get back - I won't be long." He kissed her on the cheek.

"No problem." She smiled as he gave her an enthusiastic thumbs up before walking out the door. He passed the throngs of students milling about in the halls with an ease borne of practice as he strode purposefully forward. His own class walked by with curious frowns on their faces. 

"Where's Mr. Mic going?" One teenager asked in confusion.

"He's not in class," another commented, sticking her head in. The rest filed in neatly, surprised to see it was only Elly seated at the desk. When the final bell rang she grinned at them and waved a hand for them to put their books away.

"I thought we could answer questions again." She paused meaningfully. "Present Mic isn't here, so you can't tease him like you did last time." There was some snickering. Elly laughed. "Okay, I know. He's fun to get a rise out of. Now, then - is there anything you want to ask me?"

One hand shot up. "Didn't you have a boyfriend back in the states?"

"We're starting out the same way, huh," she murmured. "No, I didn't. Not for a long time." She sighed when more hands rose in the air. "I know you're curious. Ten minutes," she told them firmly. "Then you have to ask English related questions, okay?" She chose one girl who had several horns coming out of her forehead. "Yes?"

"Why do you like Mr. Mic?"

"That's your question?" Elly pursed her lips, tapping a finger thoughtfully on the desk. "Well, he's really upbeat. I like that. It makes me feel better if I'm low. And we both like a lot of the same things so we have fun together."

"Yes, but what about... you know," the girl continued, blushing. The class laughed together as she fidgeted with her pencil, twiddling it nervously. "I mean, what do you see in him? You come from America. I thought they had tons of cute guys there."

Elly chuckled. "I thought someone would mention that. You know, everyone has different taste. All the ladies my age swooned madly after All Might." She stood and walked in front of them, shaking her head. "I never saw what they did in him. He was a great hero when he fought and is a good man, but they thought he was soooo attractive."

"You didn't?"

"Nope." She grinned widely, flashing her fangs at the students. "Now, Present Mic, on the other hand, makes my knees weak." The girls sighed almost collectively, dreamy-eyed at the teacher's depiction of her feelings.

"No way," one guy in the back snorted. "That guy's a dork."

Elly's ears swiveled in that direction. "To you, maybe. But his eyes are gorgeous, and his hair is so long and so gold..." Her eyes deepened from lavender to a dark purple as she spoke, her mind far away. 

Hizashi was bopping along the corridor that instant, so happy he was snapping his fingers to a popular tune as he went. The other teachers he had talked to were all on their side, or at least they could see the positives in having her transfer. They would probably pull this off. And when they did, his girl would be with him indefinitely! He paused before opening the door to his class. Elly was talking and he heard her mention his name.

Mic cocked his head, his eyes growing wide as the biggest, dopiest grin spread slowly across his face. Unfortunately he was too intent on listening, twisted awkwardly with his ear pressed to the door, to notice anything else around him.

Aizawa strode down the hall with his sleeping bag over his shoulder. He wanted a quick nap before lunch but stopped when he saw the voice hero scrunched down comically in front of the classroom door. An equally huge, although creepier, grin flashed across his features. 

Elly was finishing up her statement about Mic. "...and his hair is so gold." She sighed. "Trust me, I find him irresistible."

There was a sudden, shocking bang as the door crashed open. Mic yelped, his eyes huge as he pinwheeled his arms, trying to avoid hitting the floor. It was no use, and all six feet of him smacked solidly into the wood panels. "Bastard!" He yelped. "Who shoves somebody like that, anyway?!"

Eraserhead stood in the hallway grinning maniacally. He turned and shuffled off, his work here done.

"Mic?" Elly was kneeling beside him, trying very hard to stifle her laughter. "Are you okay?"

He slowly raised his head. There was a small trickle of blood running from one of his nostrils, and his cheeks were bright red. "I wasn't listening. Honest." He groaned and collapsed back onto the floor in embarrassment. 

Elly sighed and helped him sit up. "I heard that," she chuckled over her shoulder as the class erupted into unruly laughter. "No more 'Mic drop' jokes."

Aizawa chuckled to himself as he walked toward the teacher's lounge. Shoving his friend into the classroom had been enjoyable. The nosy idiot should have realized he had left himself open as he listened, so maybe next time he would be more careful. He briefly wondered what had happened, but put it out of his mind in favor of grabbing a drink from the vending machine they had installed. He moved to open the door and froze, his hand halfway to the wood panels.

"That's good." It was Mic's voice, but the tone was what stopped him in his tracks. "That - yeahhhhh."

"It's okay?" Cheshire? What were they doing?

"Mmn, right there." Shuffling sounds. A soft snort, then he giggled. "Now it tickles, baby!"

Aizawa's face started to burn. No way. There was no way they could be stupid enough to do such a thing, especially in the teacher's lounge! But their voices carried and he heard his friend gasp next.

"That's it, babygirl - that's the spot! Deeper, harder..."

"You're so tight. Relax, Mikey, otherwise I won't be able to get in there."

He leaned against the door, face pale with hectic spots of color in his cheeks. A small trickle of blood was running down out of both of his nostrils. He placed his back to the door, vowing to guard it for both his friend and the woman he was dating. But it was lunch, and he knew some of the other teachers would be arriving. He knew that - they should know it, too! To his utter horror, Yagi was walking towards him from down the hall, obviously intent on getting into the break room. He tried to warn the man off, but he just stared at him blankly and walked past, shoving the door open with one bony shoulder.

Aizawa panicked and threw himself inside, hoping to block the scenario he thought was occurring before the man could see. It wouldn't do for him to cough up his only lung, after all. He flinched, not wanting to, but he did look.

Elly was standing over a chair Hizashi was seated in, her hands on his shoulders. They stared blankly back at him, not quite understanding the reason for his violent entrance.

Elly snickered. "I told you, you were too loud!"

Mic rolled his eyes dramatically. "She gives the best massages." Aizawa retreated to a dark corner of the room, muttering to himself. "Serves him right," the blond man snickered. "I think he was the bastard that pushed me."