The UA stadium was packed for the first years' sports festival once again. In the announcer's booth far above someone was noticing this for the first time.
Present Mic paced the tiny area, biting at his nails. "Oh, mannnn - lookit how many people came to this one, Sho!"
The dark haired man glanced out the windows. "Yes. There are many."
"How'm I gonna - I can't stop it now. What do I do?!"
"You're a born performer, moron. Sit. You'll be fine once you open that trap of yours and start talking."
"I <i>am</i> talking!" He whined loudly, pulling at his long leather collar nervously. "M'gonna barf, Sho. For real."
"<i>Sit.</i>" His friend pointed at the chair beside him.
Mic sat, biting at his lower lip and drumming his fingers on the panels in front of him. "I'm so nervous."
"Nothing to worry about." Aizawa yawned and closed his eyes.
"What if she's too shy? What if this scares her somehow and what if she's not here in time? Maybe the kids will forget what to do. Or what if sh - she says no..."
"Ugh, quiet." He turned, hair whooshing up and his eyes blazing red. "Now. You will sit, and you will over dramatize the events like you always do."
Mic nodded, his mouth open but no sound coming out. He flailed around momentarily, pointing at the small box in front of them.
"It's in there. You checked five times already. Now, are you going to calm down?"
He nodded, wincing.
"Good." Aizawa's hair floated back down.
"Erghh!" Hizashi gasped for air. "Damn it, you know not bein' able to talk freaks me out even more!"
"Just think about me doing all the commentary by myself."
"Ugh. It'd be boring."
"Factual," he corrected flatly.
"Boring."
"You're on."
"Whaaaa?!" He did a double take at the panels, and outside, where the clock clearly showed it was time. Choking back his nerves, he cleared his throat and yelled his usual opening speech, ending with, "Is everybody ready?!"
They cheered wildly.
He swallowed nervously, hoping he was.
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