Mic Drop

I'm not sorry for this

Hizashi/Els
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The party was getting intense. 

It was close now, the time almost midnight. Everyone was counting down and cheering, not paying attention to where the newest addition to the UA staff was moving. She made her way to Yamada Hizashi's side, smiling at his hero outfit. No one quite knew why they always held the New Year's party in their costumes, but she was glad. His leather and metal-studded garb excited her. She had a crush on him for years and had fallen in love as she worked by his side. She was going to make sure that Present Mic, the Voice Hero, was going to get a gift to start this new year right. 

Damned if she was going to hold this in another 365 days.

"Happy New Year!"

"Woohoo!"

Elly reached up and tugged on Present Mic's long leather collar as it struck midnight. He blinked at her, then stooped to listen to what she had to say. He had to get close as the room was filled with the sounds of revelry. She winked at him and stood up, pressing her lips to his. He made a muffled sound of surprise, hands open awkwardly on either side of her, but then she nuzzled lovingly and he closed his eyes in bliss. His hands held her upper arms, squeezing gently, and she sighed, opening her mouth to allow him better access. Mic eagerly complied with the unspoken request and they were lost in each other, forgetting where they were for a while. In fact, they held the kiss long enough that the other teachers started to notice. Wolf whistles and hooting filled the room as they parted.

"Happy New Year," Elly told him quietly, smiling with the hint of a blush on her cheeks. Mic was frozen in place, his green spiralled eyes wide with a huge, silly grin on his face. He wobbled unsteadily and then collapsed in a heap. Elly yelped and grabbed him, struggling to keep him from hitting the floor. 

"Augh, Mic, you're heavy!"

"I thought Americans watched the ball drop on New Year's," Aizawa commented blandly. He made no effort to help as his friend came to in a flurry of pinwheeling arms and apologies.

"This was more fun," Healing Girl quipped from where she was raiding the banquet table.

"He's not even drunk this time." Midnight raised her glass as she spoke, watching the bubbles rise. "Impressive."