Mic made a heart with his curled hands, grinning and blushing across the bridge of his nose and his cheeks. His propped-up phone recorded this and he giggled to himself as he sent the video.
"Yamada is such an idiot," Midnight commented, sipping from a mug with the school's logo on it.
Aizawa shrugged. "You know he's not."
"Yeah, okay, but a lovesick idiot. At least give me that."
Mic slid into his seat, grinning happily. "What'cha talking about guys?"
She stared at him dolefully above the rim of her cup. "I'm not a guy, Yamada."
He made a face at her stubborn refusal to call him by his hero name. "And I'm not talking to you. Whatever." A hand flapped in her direction, hardly an apology but all she was going to get from the besotted man. "Look, I'm thinking of getting this one."
"Hizashi," his friend sighed wearily, "are you going to show me fifty images of engagement rings again?"
He chuckled and ducked down in his neck speaker, biting the top in embarrassment. "Um... no?"
"Good." His tired eyes met the other man's excited green ones. He pointed at his computer. "Don't you have papers to grade?"
"I finished half an hour ago."
"Then go visit her in her office."
"I cant," he wailed, dramatically flinging an arm over his head. "She's busy and she'll get ma-a-ad."
"Then go buy the damned thing already. Or at least look. You're done, Nedzu isn't going to care. Trust me, we'll all be happier if you keep this rolling along."
"Hey, yeah!" He flung himself out of the desk chair and was out the door in another moment, a blur of leather and blond hair.
"So..." Midnight sipped her coffee again. "You think he's going to do it with his hero costume on?"
They craned their necks to look curiously out the window. Sure enough, the black and gold blur was racing madly towards the entrance to the campus without a second thought.
"His publicist must love him," she commented drily.
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