The sound reverberated throughout the apartment, joyous booming laughter. It was cold outside and snowing, and she knew what he was about to surprise her with before she opened the door.
Present Mic sat on their couch dressed half as his hero persona and half as that old time Christmas staple, Saint Nicholas - Santa Claus himself. Elly let the door close behind her, flurries of snow drifting in and getting sucked back out as it shut. His hair was waxed up like usual but in addition to his little pointed mustache ends he wore a fluffy white beard. The suit was red, but all leather like his hero garb. It was trimmed with white fur, however, unlike his studded gear. His grin was so huge she saw it behind the massive fake beard.
"Oh, Zashi," she sighed, smiling in resignation.
"Ho ho who is that?"
She burst out laughing this time as he stroked the beard, his eyes alternately squinted and huge behind his shaded lenses. "Oh my god..."
"C'mere and sit on Santa's lap." He patted his knee suggestively. "You've been a very good girl this year, so you can ask me for anything you'd like."
She almost passed out from holding in her mirth combined with the near stifling passion she had for this man.
Friday, April 12, 2019
Thursday, April 11, 2019
81: degraded
"Ha! You lookin' to beat me? You're definitely not on my level yet." Mic crossed his arms in a confident pose, staring down his custom prescription shades at the student before him.
First years always thought he was an easy mark. And if you take down a teacher, you got a little credit under you. He didn't know what the kid's quirk was, but he knew he was a seasoned fighter and the other was not.
But once on the practice grounds he whimpered, terrified. Had he known the student had a bug-related quirk, he would have suggested another teacher spar with him. The teenager had changed his arm into a buzzing horror. Still, he could try to end things quickly, so he sucked in a huge lungful of air and aimed it at his opponent.
"Yeaaaaaaaa....<i>eeeeeek</i>!
He could feel the kid's contempt as he fled, rushing around in a panicked circle and screeching. Later on he heard his fellow teachers talking outside Recovery Girl's room and he felt even worse.
"Should he go into therapy or something for it? I mean, it makes us all look bad."
"We've all got things we're afraid of."
"Yeah, but his seems so common for a hero."
Ugh. He ducked down into his neck speaker, face flaming. Once again he was a laughingstock; the one nobody took seriously. And all because he hated bugs.
But once on the practice grounds he whimpered, terrified. Had he known the student had a bug-related quirk, he would have suggested another teacher spar with him. The teenager had changed his arm into a buzzing horror. Still, he could try to end things quickly, so he sucked in a huge lungful of air and aimed it at his opponent.
"Yeaaaaaaaa....<i>eeeeeek</i>!
He could feel the kid's contempt as he fled, rushing around in a panicked circle and screeching. Later on he heard his fellow teachers talking outside Recovery Girl's room and he felt even worse.
"Should he go into therapy or something for it? I mean, it makes us all look bad."
"We've all got things we're afraid of."
"Yeah, but his seems so common for a hero."
Ugh. He ducked down into his neck speaker, face flaming. Once again he was a laughingstock; the one nobody took seriously. And all because he hated bugs.
36: submission
"Aww, yeahhh! Let's get ready!"
"Zashi! Inside voice!" Elly clapped her hands to her ears like everyone else in the classroom.
Hizashi coughed lightly, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "Yes, dear," he said in a softer tone.
"Did he just..."
"Aw, man, he listened?"
"Can I take my earplugs out?"
The students in his class were grateful for Elly coming in for a visit. She handed her boyfriend a folder and kissed him on the cheek while they giggled and hooted. Mic stuck his tongue out at them and she hid a smile.
"I'm not staying, Mikey, but will be next door for a bit. Try not to obliterate anyone's eardrums today, okay?"
He hung his head dramatically, his lower lip jutting out in a pout. "I promise."
"Zashi! Inside voice!" Elly clapped her hands to her ears like everyone else in the classroom.
Hizashi coughed lightly, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "Yes, dear," he said in a softer tone.
"Did he just..."
"Aw, man, he listened?"
"Can I take my earplugs out?"
The students in his class were grateful for Elly coming in for a visit. She handed her boyfriend a folder and kissed him on the cheek while they giggled and hooted. Mic stuck his tongue out at them and she hid a smile.
"I'm not staying, Mikey, but will be next door for a bit. Try not to obliterate anyone's eardrums today, okay?"
He hung his head dramatically, his lower lip jutting out in a pout. "I promise."
93: Tears
Hizashi Yamada was crying.
The warmth and wet trickled down his cheeks and into his mouth as he smiled. They tasted salty but for once he didn't notice as he was focused on one thing only. Frozen in place, he was barely breathing as he watched the woman he loved walking towards him in a beautiful lavender dress that matched her tail striping. He had insisted on a western style wedding, and was glad that they had observed the customs that led up to it, including them not being able to see each other. If he had caught a glimpse of her beforehand, he would have dissolved into tears then. Now, it was expected as most of the guests, friends and some family, did the same.
He bit his lip and blinked hard, extending a trembling hand to her as she reached the end of the carpet near him. He noticed hers was just as shaky and smiled, lifting it to his mouth to kiss. She reached up and brushed some of the wetness on his cheeks away with a smile. He took that hand as well.
They paused for a moment, hands entwined, before turning towards the first step of their new future together.
The warmth and wet trickled down his cheeks and into his mouth as he smiled. They tasted salty but for once he didn't notice as he was focused on one thing only. Frozen in place, he was barely breathing as he watched the woman he loved walking towards him in a beautiful lavender dress that matched her tail striping. He had insisted on a western style wedding, and was glad that they had observed the customs that led up to it, including them not being able to see each other. If he had caught a glimpse of her beforehand, he would have dissolved into tears then. Now, it was expected as most of the guests, friends and some family, did the same.
He bit his lip and blinked hard, extending a trembling hand to her as she reached the end of the carpet near him. He noticed hers was just as shaky and smiled, lifting it to his mouth to kiss. She reached up and brushed some of the wetness on his cheeks away with a smile. He took that hand as well.
They paused for a moment, hands entwined, before turning towards the first step of their new future together.
26: worship
"Oh my gosh, are you -? I'm sorry, you look like you might be, um. Present Mic?"
Hizashi turned around, mildly surprised. Not a lot of people recognized him in casual clothing. He wore his long, blond hair tied up in a messy bun today with a simple shirt and khakis. Nothing remarkable, but then again his fans did listen to him on the radio. If they heard him speak, they sometimes realized who he was.
"Are you a listener?" He asked the teenager with a quick finger gun motion.
The kid nodded, then looked embarrassed. He was quite ordinary looking, of medium build with dark hair but striking ice blue eyes. "Sorry for blurting that out. I know you're busy and all, I just really love your show and, um..." He trailed off.
Hizashi nodded at his denim jacket with various band buttons pinned to it. "Hey, no problem. I like your taste in music." His mouth twitched when he saw he was wearing a shirt with his hero logo on it. This was a mega-fan, so he had better tread carefully to make this experience the best he could.
"Oh!" He jumped a little, then grinned abashedly. "Yeah, that's why I like your show. Could you, maybe, like, sign my jacket or something? If it's not too much to ask?" The words rushed out of him too quickly, his face bright red as if he expected a refusal.
But Hizashi knew a big fan when he saw one, and it didn't hurt to encourage younger people. He nodded, and looked amused when the kid produced a sharpie immediately from a side pocket. He signed the back with a flourish and told him he was lucky to have a great listener like him. The teenager was too tongue-tied to talk much other than a quick thank you after that, but when they parted he was pleased to see he left brimming with happiness.
Good.
Meeting your hero was supposed to be an exhilarating experience in Hizashi's opinion. If he only got to do it once in a very small while, so what? It meant he could concentrate his efforts and make his fans even happier.
Hizashi turned around, mildly surprised. Not a lot of people recognized him in casual clothing. He wore his long, blond hair tied up in a messy bun today with a simple shirt and khakis. Nothing remarkable, but then again his fans did listen to him on the radio. If they heard him speak, they sometimes realized who he was.
"Are you a listener?" He asked the teenager with a quick finger gun motion.
The kid nodded, then looked embarrassed. He was quite ordinary looking, of medium build with dark hair but striking ice blue eyes. "Sorry for blurting that out. I know you're busy and all, I just really love your show and, um..." He trailed off.
Hizashi nodded at his denim jacket with various band buttons pinned to it. "Hey, no problem. I like your taste in music." His mouth twitched when he saw he was wearing a shirt with his hero logo on it. This was a mega-fan, so he had better tread carefully to make this experience the best he could.
"Oh!" He jumped a little, then grinned abashedly. "Yeah, that's why I like your show. Could you, maybe, like, sign my jacket or something? If it's not too much to ask?" The words rushed out of him too quickly, his face bright red as if he expected a refusal.
But Hizashi knew a big fan when he saw one, and it didn't hurt to encourage younger people. He nodded, and looked amused when the kid produced a sharpie immediately from a side pocket. He signed the back with a flourish and told him he was lucky to have a great listener like him. The teenager was too tongue-tied to talk much other than a quick thank you after that, but when they parted he was pleased to see he left brimming with happiness.
Good.
Meeting your hero was supposed to be an exhilarating experience in Hizashi's opinion. If he only got to do it once in a very small while, so what? It meant he could concentrate his efforts and make his fans even happier.
13: confused
"Wait-wait-wait-wait-waaaait..
Elly shrugged, her head deep in the closet they shared as she searched for a dress she wanted to wear. "Yeah. I mean, they said they were doing stuff, but the bus driver never bothered to try and stop them. All they did was change my stop to the last picked up and the first dropped off."
He absently cleaned his glasses on his shirt, his brow drawn and mouth set in a pouting frown. "What the heck?"
"The rocks didn't hurt as much as the other things. Oh, and my mother asking what I did to make the other kids throw them at me." She picked one out that matched her tail stripes and turned around to show him.
The voice hero was, for once, at a loss for words. He was laid back with the most baffled expression on his pale face, his green eyes filled with unshed tears. "Wh - whaaa? How..?"
She spent the rest of the evening with a tall, muscular voice hero strapped to her side. Not a bad thing, really, but Hizashi was so stunned that he was pretty quiet that night. He just held her.
Elly shrugged, her head deep in the closet they shared as she searched for a dress she wanted to wear. "Yeah. I mean, they said they were doing stuff, but the bus driver never bothered to try and stop them. All they did was change my stop to the last picked up and the first dropped off."
He absently cleaned his glasses on his shirt, his brow drawn and mouth set in a pouting frown. "What the heck?"
"The rocks didn't hurt as much as the other things. Oh, and my mother asking what I did to make the other kids throw them at me." She picked one out that matched her tail stripes and turned around to show him.
The voice hero was, for once, at a loss for words. He was laid back with the most baffled expression on his pale face, his green eyes filled with unshed tears. "Wh - whaaa? How..?"
She spent the rest of the evening with a tall, muscular voice hero strapped to her side. Not a bad thing, really, but Hizashi was so stunned that he was pretty quiet that night. He just held her.
21: Pride
Elly woke to the smell of ground beef sizzling in assorted spices and the sound of her man singing softly to himself in the kitchen. She got up and padded on bare feet to the hallway, where she could listen.
He was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans with a comically lavender colored, frilly apron tied around his waist he had picked out at the mall himself. His hips swinging in tune to the beat, he sang very softly as he stirred the meat in the pan.
"I'm makin' tacos for my baby, we gonna eat them when they ready..." He bent and got a spice container to shake in time and continued cooking, repeating the verse over and over. She backed slowly away, knowing he would want to surprise her. He had a huge, pleased grin on his face that she wasn't about to spoil for the world.
He poked his head into the bedroom a few minutes later. "Hey, baby!"
"Mwha?" She perked her ears, amused that she had managed to fall back to sleep so fast. "Zashi?"
"I made tacos!"
She blinked, then laughed out loud. "That's what I smell!"
"All by myself," he added with the biggest smile on his flushed face.
He was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans with a comically lavender colored, frilly apron tied around his waist he had picked out at the mall himself. His hips swinging in tune to the beat, he sang very softly as he stirred the meat in the pan.
"I'm makin' tacos for my baby, we gonna eat them when they ready..." He bent and got a spice container to shake in time and continued cooking, repeating the verse over and over. She backed slowly away, knowing he would want to surprise her. He had a huge, pleased grin on his face that she wasn't about to spoil for the world.
He poked his head into the bedroom a few minutes later. "Hey, baby!"
"Mwha?" She perked her ears, amused that she had managed to fall back to sleep so fast. "Zashi?"
"I made tacos!"
She blinked, then laughed out loud. "That's what I smell!"
"All by myself," he added with the biggest smile on his flushed face.
80: remorse
"You're <i>what</i>?!"
"Uh. We're gettin' married, man. I thought you'd be happy for me. Us."
Aizawa Shota stared at the man beside him incredulously, his bloodshot eyes wide. He shook his head, one hand raising to rub at the back of his neck. "Okay. Yes." He sighed. "I knew this would eventually happen."
"You, uh. Okay there? Y'look kinda upset."
"It's a problem of my own making." He shrugged. "Nothing to bother you about."
"C'mon, it's not like yer jealous or anything!" Hizashi burst out in a loud bray of laughter that stopped abruptly when he saw the pain in his friend's eyes.
"I still harbor feelings for Cheshire. As promised, I won't ever act on them again, however."
Hizashi sucked in air through his teeth sharply. "Sorry, Sho. I didn't realize - "
The drawn features of the laconic man grew more tense but he waved a hand dismissively. "You're my friend. She's... my friend. I'll do it." He turned back to his computer screen, his eyes haunted.
"...and then he like, shuffled off. He looked hella sad." He confided to Nemuri about what happened afterwards, at the teacher's lounge.
Midnight shook her head. "You know how he feels about her, right?"
"Uh... yeah." He bit his lip, his leg shaking under the table. "I mean, I didn't think he still had the hots for her, seriously, it's been a year. But I knew originally he liked her."
"It took him a long time to find <i>anyone</i> he felt that way about. It's hitting him harder." She paused, tapping her long, red nails on the table top. "Well. He knows he can't do anything about it. That he shouldn't. I think your best bet is to do what he's doing."
"I really wish I hadn't asked him," he groaned, throwing his head back in despair. "I feel like such a crap friend."
"Uh. We're gettin' married, man. I thought you'd be happy for me. Us."
Aizawa Shota stared at the man beside him incredulously, his bloodshot eyes wide. He shook his head, one hand raising to rub at the back of his neck. "Okay. Yes." He sighed. "I knew this would eventually happen."
"You, uh. Okay there? Y'look kinda upset."
"It's a problem of my own making." He shrugged. "Nothing to bother you about."
"C'mon, it's not like yer jealous or anything!" Hizashi burst out in a loud bray of laughter that stopped abruptly when he saw the pain in his friend's eyes.
"I still harbor feelings for Cheshire. As promised, I won't ever act on them again, however."
Hizashi sucked in air through his teeth sharply. "Sorry, Sho. I didn't realize - "
The drawn features of the laconic man grew more tense but he waved a hand dismissively. "You're my friend. She's... my friend. I'll do it." He turned back to his computer screen, his eyes haunted.
"...and then he like, shuffled off. He looked hella sad." He confided to Nemuri about what happened afterwards, at the teacher's lounge.
Midnight shook her head. "You know how he feels about her, right?"
"Uh... yeah." He bit his lip, his leg shaking under the table. "I mean, I didn't think he still had the hots for her, seriously, it's been a year. But I knew originally he liked her."
"It took him a long time to find <i>anyone</i> he felt that way about. It's hitting him harder." She paused, tapping her long, red nails on the table top. "Well. He knows he can't do anything about it. That he shouldn't. I think your best bet is to do what he's doing."
"I really wish I hadn't asked him," he groaned, throwing his head back in despair. "I feel like such a crap friend."
Tuesday, April 9, 2019
The Wheels of the Bus (Shota)
It was warm and sunny inside the bus, and the hum of the engine was lulling her to sleep. They had been on a long field trip with Aizawa's notorious batch of students from 1-A, and were now headed back to campus. Elly was on the verge of dropping off for a quick nap when she felt a slow, heavy weight press onto her leg. She glanced over at the pro hero beside her only to realize he wasn't upright in his seat anymore. He had slumped over, then fallen onto her lap on his side, a mass of black hair and cloth. She could feel the hard outline of the goggles he wore underneath his capture scarves as he snored very softly.
He was a very muscular man and therefore heavy, but she didn't feel crushed but his weight. It was solidly comforting, oddly causing her to grow more drowsy herself. She sighed and looked more closely at him. The dark circles under his eyes were heavily pronounced, the one side more so due to the crescent moon-shaped scar underneath. His ever present stubble was at least half a week's worth on his chin and upper lip.
She felt an overwhelming urge to stroke his raven-black hair and only managed to hold back by clutching the padded seat really hard. The slight noise this made, however, attracted the attention of his class behind them and she was suddenly staring into a crowd of astonished eyes.
"Uh oh," she muttered, her ears laying back as the questions began flying.
"Do you like Mr. Aizawa?!"
"I think it's obvious she does."
"Aww, that's so cute!"
"He'll sleep anywhere."
"Really? Then how come we never saw him do that with another teacher?"
Elly waved a hand at them and held a finger to her lips. "<i>Please</i> don't wake him. I've no idea what I would say."
"You could help put me back to sleep," the dry voice floating up from her lap suggested.
She stiffened, then sighed, rubbing a hand over her eyes. The students were quiet, fearing the wrath of their scruffy homeroom teacher, but he stayed right where he was. "Sorry, Aizawa. I warned them."
He said nothing at first, just stared up at her with those disconcerting eyes of his. Then he shrugged. "It's a long ride."
Elly wondered why he didn't move. "Yes. Yes, it is."
He yawned and reached up, pulling her arm around him. "All right. Wake me when we arrive."
She squeaked faintly in surprise, her ears flicking upright.
He was a very muscular man and therefore heavy, but she didn't feel crushed but his weight. It was solidly comforting, oddly causing her to grow more drowsy herself. She sighed and looked more closely at him. The dark circles under his eyes were heavily pronounced, the one side more so due to the crescent moon-shaped scar underneath. His ever present stubble was at least half a week's worth on his chin and upper lip.
She felt an overwhelming urge to stroke his raven-black hair and only managed to hold back by clutching the padded seat really hard. The slight noise this made, however, attracted the attention of his class behind them and she was suddenly staring into a crowd of astonished eyes.
"Uh oh," she muttered, her ears laying back as the questions began flying.
"Do you like Mr. Aizawa?!"
"I think it's obvious she does."
"Aww, that's so cute!"
"He'll sleep anywhere."
"Really? Then how come we never saw him do that with another teacher?"
Elly waved a hand at them and held a finger to her lips. "<i>Please</i> don't wake him. I've no idea what I would say."
"You could help put me back to sleep," the dry voice floating up from her lap suggested.
She stiffened, then sighed, rubbing a hand over her eyes. The students were quiet, fearing the wrath of their scruffy homeroom teacher, but he stayed right where he was. "Sorry, Aizawa. I warned them."
He said nothing at first, just stared up at her with those disconcerting eyes of his. Then he shrugged. "It's a long ride."
Elly wondered why he didn't move. "Yes. Yes, it is."
He yawned and reached up, pulling her arm around him. "All right. Wake me when we arrive."
She squeaked faintly in surprise, her ears flicking upright.
The Wheels of the Bus (Hizashi)
It was warm and sunny on the bus ride home from the school's field trip that afternoon. Elly was just like any cat in the aspect that this was the ideal situation for a nap. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, lulled by the sound of the engines and the sweet scent of the man seated beside her.
Present Mic's face was contorted into a hilarious mixture of fear and utterly heartbreaking, almost puppy-like infatuation. He had a huge crush on the school counselor but hadn't the courage to ask her out yet. Still, he managed to sit next to her whenever he had the chance and now she was leaning on him!
He choked.
Not only was she lightly slumped against his arm, she was asleep. He froze, his green eyes growing wider as he looked around for help.
<i>What do I do? <b>What do I do?!</b></i>
"Somebody should help the poor guy." Yagi shrugged, smiled when the man's stricken gaze met his. He had no idea what to do in that situation, either.
"Not me," Midnight declined. "This is one of the most amusing things that ever happened on these trips. I knew Yamada was inept at female interaction but not how much. I need this in my life. "
"They're not dating."
"Not <i>yet</i>," she retorted with a giggle. "Look at the way he's blushing! He looks like he's fifteen."
Aizawa was also dozing, so he was no help. Mic glanced behind him in desperation and faced a sea of eager, wide-eyed stares from the students.
"Uh..."
"Put your arm around her!"
"Ohmigosh, Mr. Mic, do you <i>like</i> her?"
His face colored even further. "Erk!"
"'Course he does."
"He looks like Ochaco does when Midoriya's close to her."
"I do not..!"
At least it couldn't get any worse than all the kids teasing or trying to help him.
He was wrong.
"What's all the commotion about?" A grumpy voice snorted. Aizawa had woken up and his bleary eyes stared first at his friend's nervous face and then at the woman snuggled comfortably next to him. At this point she had even grasped his arm and was cuddling with it, completely immobilizing the voice hero.
"Shota..!"
"Hmph." The dark haired man snorted roughly, annoyed that this had been the cause of his waking. His expression clearly told his friend he was on his own.
Present Mic slowly extended his arm until it was curled around her, holding her close. She sighed and began to purr, squeezing his arm a little more. "Hoo boy," he gulped. He felt faint; probably from his quick breathing as he struggled to maintain calm.
"This is great!" Midnight crowed gleefully. "He's going to pass out right next to her at this rate."
Yagi was more compassionate. The frail man mouthed, "Relax," to his colleague.
Mic managed a small smile and a nod. "I'm trying," he squeaked.
The bus ride didn't last too long and soon they were squealing to a stop in the parking lot. Now there was cause for even more alarm as the cat woman was still asleep! The students piled up, some smiling or winking at him. A few of them hooted or whistled lowly. He ignored this, concentrating instead on the sleeping beauty beside him.
"Hey," he husked, touching her shoulder softly. "Hey, uh... Cheshire? Ches. We're back at the campus."
Her eyes remained closed as everyone filed past and eventually they were the only ones left on the bus. She looked so peaceful that he was loathe to wake her but knew it had to be done. His heart hammering in his chest, he drew all of his courage together and took a deep breath. He leaned down, lightly brushing his lips on her own in a fleeting kiss.
"Mnn. M - Mic..?" She opened her eyes in confusion, her fingertips jerking to her mouth. "I - did I fall asleep? I'm sorry!"
"Nuh," he muttered. "Um. I mean, n - not a problem. No way! I almost didn't wanna wake ya, y'know? You looked like you were havin' a good dream."
Her fingers brushed her lips and he watched incredulously as she blushed shyly. "I was... I think. It was a <i>really</i> nice dream."
Present Mic's face was contorted into a hilarious mixture of fear and utterly heartbreaking, almost puppy-like infatuation. He had a huge crush on the school counselor but hadn't the courage to ask her out yet. Still, he managed to sit next to her whenever he had the chance and now she was leaning on him!
He choked.
Not only was she lightly slumped against his arm, she was asleep. He froze, his green eyes growing wider as he looked around for help.
<i>What do I do? <b>What do I do?!</b></i>
"Somebody should help the poor guy." Yagi shrugged, smiled when the man's stricken gaze met his. He had no idea what to do in that situation, either.
"Not me," Midnight declined. "This is one of the most amusing things that ever happened on these trips. I knew Yamada was inept at female interaction but not how much. I need this in my life. "
"They're not dating."
"Not <i>yet</i>," she retorted with a giggle. "Look at the way he's blushing! He looks like he's fifteen."
Aizawa was also dozing, so he was no help. Mic glanced behind him in desperation and faced a sea of eager, wide-eyed stares from the students.
"Uh..."
"Put your arm around her!"
"Ohmigosh, Mr. Mic, do you <i>like</i> her?"
His face colored even further. "Erk!"
"'Course he does."
"He looks like Ochaco does when Midoriya's close to her."
"I do not..!"
At least it couldn't get any worse than all the kids teasing or trying to help him.
He was wrong.
"What's all the commotion about?" A grumpy voice snorted. Aizawa had woken up and his bleary eyes stared first at his friend's nervous face and then at the woman snuggled comfortably next to him. At this point she had even grasped his arm and was cuddling with it, completely immobilizing the voice hero.
"Shota..!"
"Hmph." The dark haired man snorted roughly, annoyed that this had been the cause of his waking. His expression clearly told his friend he was on his own.
Present Mic slowly extended his arm until it was curled around her, holding her close. She sighed and began to purr, squeezing his arm a little more. "Hoo boy," he gulped. He felt faint; probably from his quick breathing as he struggled to maintain calm.
"This is great!" Midnight crowed gleefully. "He's going to pass out right next to her at this rate."
Yagi was more compassionate. The frail man mouthed, "Relax," to his colleague.
Mic managed a small smile and a nod. "I'm trying," he squeaked.
The bus ride didn't last too long and soon they were squealing to a stop in the parking lot. Now there was cause for even more alarm as the cat woman was still asleep! The students piled up, some smiling or winking at him. A few of them hooted or whistled lowly. He ignored this, concentrating instead on the sleeping beauty beside him.
"Hey," he husked, touching her shoulder softly. "Hey, uh... Cheshire? Ches. We're back at the campus."
Her eyes remained closed as everyone filed past and eventually they were the only ones left on the bus. She looked so peaceful that he was loathe to wake her but knew it had to be done. His heart hammering in his chest, he drew all of his courage together and took a deep breath. He leaned down, lightly brushing his lips on her own in a fleeting kiss.
"Mnn. M - Mic..?" She opened her eyes in confusion, her fingertips jerking to her mouth. "I - did I fall asleep? I'm sorry!"
"Nuh," he muttered. "Um. I mean, n - not a problem. No way! I almost didn't wanna wake ya, y'know? You looked like you were havin' a good dream."
Her fingers brushed her lips and he watched incredulously as she blushed shyly. "I was... I think. It was a <i>really</i> nice dream."
Monday, April 8, 2019
Challenge 78: Goosebumps
She wasn't even aware she was doing it.
Hizashi was certain the lady he was in love with hadn't the faintest idea of how she affected him when she sang. It hurt his heart - in a good way -- and it made him tremble. He sat in the booth and listened, tucking a wayward strand of blond hair behind his ear. His green eyes were dreamy behind his glasses and he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Little bumps rippled along his arms and down his spine as her voice rose in the refrain of the song he loved.
What Elly knew was that she was singing for <i>him</i>, the most important man in her life, and it made her want to do her very best. She didn't think she was that great, but he seemed to enjoy what little skill she had. When she looked over and saw him sitting there so happily her heart beat faster. Her boyfriend was so adorable he damn near broke her heart, biting his lower lip with his spiralled pupils hazy with pleasure. He twined a lock of golden hair around his finger and smiled so wistfully she shivered.
Hizashi was certain the lady he was in love with hadn't the faintest idea of how she affected him when she sang. It hurt his heart - in a good way -- and it made him tremble. He sat in the booth and listened, tucking a wayward strand of blond hair behind his ear. His green eyes were dreamy behind his glasses and he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Little bumps rippled along his arms and down his spine as her voice rose in the refrain of the song he loved.
What Elly knew was that she was singing for <i>him</i>, the most important man in her life, and it made her want to do her very best. She didn't think she was that great, but he seemed to enjoy what little skill she had. When she looked over and saw him sitting there so happily her heart beat faster. Her boyfriend was so adorable he damn near broke her heart, biting his lower lip with his spiralled pupils hazy with pleasure. He twined a lock of golden hair around his finger and smiled so wistfully she shivered.
Challenge 72: Power
The concert was fun as hell.
Hizashi had dressed up as his hero persona, since he had been around enough to know shenanigans occurred when enough people gathered together. Everyone was thrilled to see him - except the small mob of villains that tried to hold up the popular band.
"All right, we're taking over..."
He shook his head, waving the civilians out of his way so he could have a clearer path to the stage. Before he could get there he had been spotted and, in a bold move from the evildoers - ignored.
"Aw, it's just the scream guy. We're fine, we been workin' around loud crap for years."
Hizashi frowned and straightened himself up to his full height which was six feet and one inch exactly. His gloved hands flexed once and he took a long, deep breath, tensing his diaphragm for maximum effort. His arms thrust back, hands out. The stage light flashed across his orange-shaded glasses and he let loose a high pitched yell.
"<b>Yeaaahhhhhh!</b>"
Every single villain in the group fell, some screaming themselves as they clutched their ears in pain. They hadn't thought to wear protective gear since they had been working the concert regularly and had gotten accustomed to the noise. But his was a special kind of sound, and those that were still awake realized their grave mistake as Hizashi calmly threaded his way through their ranks, slipping zip ties around their wrists to hold them until the police arrived.
Hizashi had dressed up as his hero persona, since he had been around enough to know shenanigans occurred when enough people gathered together. Everyone was thrilled to see him - except the small mob of villains that tried to hold up the popular band.
"All right, we're taking over..."
He shook his head, waving the civilians out of his way so he could have a clearer path to the stage. Before he could get there he had been spotted and, in a bold move from the evildoers - ignored.
"Aw, it's just the scream guy. We're fine, we been workin' around loud crap for years."
Hizashi frowned and straightened himself up to his full height which was six feet and one inch exactly. His gloved hands flexed once and he took a long, deep breath, tensing his diaphragm for maximum effort. His arms thrust back, hands out. The stage light flashed across his orange-shaded glasses and he let loose a high pitched yell.
"<b>Yeaaahhhhhh!</b>"
Every single villain in the group fell, some screaming themselves as they clutched their ears in pain. They hadn't thought to wear protective gear since they had been working the concert regularly and had gotten accustomed to the noise. But his was a special kind of sound, and those that were still awake realized their grave mistake as Hizashi calmly threaded his way through their ranks, slipping zip ties around their wrists to hold them until the police arrived.
Challenge 17: Acceptance
He had been afraid to use his quirk as a child. His talent was strong and as a baby he had hurt his parents a few times. He understood it wasn't his fault, but the kids at school were cruel.
His quirk was screaming.
Except that wasn't everything he could do. He could alter his tone low or high and much more. He could utter vibrations humans couldn't hear and make animals pay close attention with a sound.
It didn't matter; all people knew about him was that he yelled at things. The teasing continued without pause.
Hizashi put a brave face on things and kept on going through the little grades and on at UA itself until he had made it. He was a pro hero. His license was approved and he began patrol work besides his radio show and other music gigs.
Even then it took awhile.
He sighed as he slipped his jacket back on in the studio, ready for the long walk back to campus in these early morning hours. He liked to clear his head before coming home to his girlfriend. Smiling softly, he closed the door behind him and stepped out into the cool air.
"P - Present Mic?"
He blinked. "Yeah?"
"Um. Um... can I have your autograph?" A little bird girl stood nervously beside a very sleepy-looking adult.
"Hey, hey, of course, little listener." He took the pad of paper she offered and pen. "What's your name?"
"Lucy." She was suddenly super shy, scuffing her feet on the ground and hiding between the adult's legs. The parent shook themselves awake and faced him with a large smile.
"She begged me to wait up so she could meet you. She's got a voice quirk, and she's looked up to you for a long time."
"Aw." He bent so he could be on her level after signing her notebook. "Hey, little listener Lucy! You keep workin' on your quirk, aw'right? You can be whatever you want to be if you work really hard at it."
"Yeah!" She grasped his gloved hand and squeezed tentatively. Hizashi bit his lip and gently squeezed back. Her smile was brighter than the sun coming up behind them, and it warmed him twice as much.
His quirk was screaming.
Except that wasn't everything he could do. He could alter his tone low or high and much more. He could utter vibrations humans couldn't hear and make animals pay close attention with a sound.
It didn't matter; all people knew about him was that he yelled at things. The teasing continued without pause.
Hizashi put a brave face on things and kept on going through the little grades and on at UA itself until he had made it. He was a pro hero. His license was approved and he began patrol work besides his radio show and other music gigs.
Even then it took awhile.
He sighed as he slipped his jacket back on in the studio, ready for the long walk back to campus in these early morning hours. He liked to clear his head before coming home to his girlfriend. Smiling softly, he closed the door behind him and stepped out into the cool air.
"P - Present Mic?"
He blinked. "Yeah?"
"Um. Um... can I have your autograph?" A little bird girl stood nervously beside a very sleepy-looking adult.
"Hey, hey, of course, little listener." He took the pad of paper she offered and pen. "What's your name?"
"Lucy." She was suddenly super shy, scuffing her feet on the ground and hiding between the adult's legs. The parent shook themselves awake and faced him with a large smile.
"She begged me to wait up so she could meet you. She's got a voice quirk, and she's looked up to you for a long time."
"Aw." He bent so he could be on her level after signing her notebook. "Hey, little listener Lucy! You keep workin' on your quirk, aw'right? You can be whatever you want to be if you work really hard at it."
"Yeah!" She grasped his gloved hand and squeezed tentatively. Hizashi bit his lip and gently squeezed back. Her smile was brighter than the sun coming up behind them, and it warmed him twice as much.
Challenge 20: Defeated
"Ughhh. What's the score again?" Hizashi strained, his arm bunching as he held himself and part of his girl precariously up.
"There is no score!" She burst out laughing as he wriggled around under her. "Whoever falls first loses."
"Ohhhh. Uh oh." He squinted at the color wheel to his left. "Uhhh, babe, I don't think I can reach that to spin."
"Here." She blew at the little plastic spinner and he wheezed laughter.
"Oh my god... okay, what's it say?"
"Left hand red."
"Crap!"
Elly giggled wickedly. "You better reach, sweetie."
"Ughh..." He bit his lip, struggling to get his fingers near that dot on the floor. He started to sweat and wiggled them, groaning. "Almost. Alllmossst... aha!" His smile was smug. "Got it!"
"Okay, me next."
He kissed her neck and she flinched away, giggling again. "Quit it, Zashi!"
"Uh uh. Yer wrapped around me like a pretzel. I like this."
She spun and frowned a little. "Right foot blue? How the hell..?"
"Aww yeah, let's go baby! You're gonna lose now."
"No way." She wormed her foot under him until his face burned bright red.
"Uhhh... princess?"
"Got it."
"<i>Yeek!</i>" His knees buckled and he screeched, collapsing on top of her in a tangle of arms, legs and one wildly slapping tail. "Err... heh heh."
"Hizashi!" She shook her head to clear it.
"Sorry, sorry. That tickled!"
"There is no score!" She burst out laughing as he wriggled around under her. "Whoever falls first loses."
"Ohhhh. Uh oh." He squinted at the color wheel to his left. "Uhhh, babe, I don't think I can reach that to spin."
"Here." She blew at the little plastic spinner and he wheezed laughter.
"Oh my god... okay, what's it say?"
"Left hand red."
"Crap!"
Elly giggled wickedly. "You better reach, sweetie."
"Ughh..." He bit his lip, struggling to get his fingers near that dot on the floor. He started to sweat and wiggled them, groaning. "Almost. Alllmossst... aha!" His smile was smug. "Got it!"
"Okay, me next."
He kissed her neck and she flinched away, giggling again. "Quit it, Zashi!"
"Uh uh. Yer wrapped around me like a pretzel. I like this."
She spun and frowned a little. "Right foot blue? How the hell..?"
"Aww yeah, let's go baby! You're gonna lose now."
"No way." She wormed her foot under him until his face burned bright red.
"Uhhh... princess?"
"Got it."
"<i>Yeek!</i>" His knees buckled and he screeched, collapsing on top of her in a tangle of arms, legs and one wildly slapping tail. "Err... heh heh."
"Hizashi!" She shook her head to clear it.
"Sorry, sorry. That tickled!"
Challenge 15: Joy
"Hey heyyyy, listeners! It's that time again to put y'hands up!" Hizashi had transformed into Present Mic once more for his radio show. He sat in his desk chair rolling back and forth as he eyed the microphone in front of him. It was quite gross as the person that ran before him had eaten and gotten it all over the metal, but nothing could dampen his spirit. One of his favorite times of the day was here, and he was going to enjoy himself.
"I gotta whole bunch of hot, fresh music for y'all out there an' yer gonna looove it!" He flicked a few switches. "To start, a selection of the music you picked from my poll last week!"
As the first song started he grinned hugely and leaned forward, folding his hands in front of him. There were some really great tunes lined up tonight. He tapped his boots in time with the beat and hummed along happily.
"I gotta whole bunch of hot, fresh music for y'all out there an' yer gonna looove it!" He flicked a few switches. "To start, a selection of the music you picked from my poll last week!"
As the first song started he grinned hugely and leaned forward, folding his hands in front of him. There were some really great tunes lined up tonight. He tapped his boots in time with the beat and hummed along happily.
Challenge 37: Infatuation
"Sit still, darling."
"How'm I supposed t'sit still when you're doing that?!" Hizashi fussed around on the edge of the bed, bumping his legs in the air. Both he and his girlfriend wore soft black robes, his with gold trim and hers purple.
Elly sighed and placed the comb she was holding on the nightstand. "I'm making sure the oil is worked through. Then you can rinse again."
"I know... sorry."
She placed a gentle hand on the side of his neck. "It's just as much my fault," she admitted. "I can't help it. Your hair is so beautiful."
He blushed, squirming around under her. "Aww."
"But it is." She sighed and dropped a soft kiss on his cheek. He squeaked cutely and she grinned. "You know, I used to have the biggest crush on you... before, um, we actually met."
His brow raised. "Whaaaa? For real, yo?"
"Yeah." She blushed. "I listened to your show a lot when I couldn't sleep. You got me through a lot of hard times, so I started to fantasize about you."
His glorious green eyes were huge, his mouth open in a wide, dopey grin he couldn't hold back. "Yer shittin' me, babe."
"No, really." She prodded him and he stood. "Bathroom time. You need to rinse."
"Tell me more?"
"Aww, sweetie. I'm embarrassed." Elly mumbled under her breath. "Okay... I bought a few things. Some of your merch. And, uh. I started to daydream about meeting you."
"Oh my god. So cute." He slipped his robe off and pulled the shower curtain back. "How'd you hide that when you met me?"
"No clue," she laughed sheepishly. "I was so nervous I damn near threw up."
"I'm gonna wanna see that stuff you bought when I get out." He grinned at her and slipped under the running water.
"So embarrassing," she groaned.
"How'm I supposed t'sit still when you're doing that?!" Hizashi fussed around on the edge of the bed, bumping his legs in the air. Both he and his girlfriend wore soft black robes, his with gold trim and hers purple.
Elly sighed and placed the comb she was holding on the nightstand. "I'm making sure the oil is worked through. Then you can rinse again."
"I know... sorry."
She placed a gentle hand on the side of his neck. "It's just as much my fault," she admitted. "I can't help it. Your hair is so beautiful."
He blushed, squirming around under her. "Aww."
"But it is." She sighed and dropped a soft kiss on his cheek. He squeaked cutely and she grinned. "You know, I used to have the biggest crush on you... before, um, we actually met."
His brow raised. "Whaaaa? For real, yo?"
"Yeah." She blushed. "I listened to your show a lot when I couldn't sleep. You got me through a lot of hard times, so I started to fantasize about you."
His glorious green eyes were huge, his mouth open in a wide, dopey grin he couldn't hold back. "Yer shittin' me, babe."
"No, really." She prodded him and he stood. "Bathroom time. You need to rinse."
"Tell me more?"
"Aww, sweetie. I'm embarrassed." Elly mumbled under her breath. "Okay... I bought a few things. Some of your merch. And, uh. I started to daydream about meeting you."
"Oh my god. So cute." He slipped his robe off and pulled the shower curtain back. "How'd you hide that when you met me?"
"No clue," she laughed sheepishly. "I was so nervous I damn near threw up."
"I'm gonna wanna see that stuff you bought when I get out." He grinned at her and slipped under the running water.
"So embarrassing," she groaned.
Challenge: 67 (Question)
"Hey, hey, baby. Can I ask you something?" Hizashi's green eyes stared warmly at his girlfriend. They lay comfortably on the couch in their living room.
"Mmmn?" Elly's ears perked and she lifted her head where it laid on his lap.
"Nah, s'okay, don't hafta move." He rubbed her ears. "Just listen, 'kay? So, you know how we got them rings way back when we started living together?"
She nodded, smiling up at him. "I love them."
"You wanna upgrade?" He gave her the look she adored, one eye squinted and the other wide.
"You mean, get another..?"
"Yep. Sort of. I mean, I wanted to propose to you before. I was kinda afraid it was too fast. Was it? Would it be now?"
"Mm. You want to get married, sweetie?"
He pulled her up closer to him, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. "I've wanted to for like, forever!"
She laughed loudly in sheer joy. "You're too damned adorable!"
"Eh?!"
"I was wondering when you would ask. Of course I'll marry you."
His grin grew so huge she was momentarily afraid he would unhinge his jaw or something. Then she remembered how wide he could open it and mentally shrugged, hunkering down in preparation for the scream that usually followed. "Aw, yeahhh!"
"Mmmn?" Elly's ears perked and she lifted her head where it laid on his lap.
"Nah, s'okay, don't hafta move." He rubbed her ears. "Just listen, 'kay? So, you know how we got them rings way back when we started living together?"
She nodded, smiling up at him. "I love them."
"You wanna upgrade?" He gave her the look she adored, one eye squinted and the other wide.
"You mean, get another..?"
"Yep. Sort of. I mean, I wanted to propose to you before. I was kinda afraid it was too fast. Was it? Would it be now?"
"Mm. You want to get married, sweetie?"
He pulled her up closer to him, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. "I've wanted to for like, forever!"
She laughed loudly in sheer joy. "You're too damned adorable!"
"Eh?!"
"I was wondering when you would ask. Of course I'll marry you."
His grin grew so huge she was momentarily afraid he would unhinge his jaw or something. Then she remembered how wide he could open it and mentally shrugged, hunkering down in preparation for the scream that usually followed. "Aw, yeahhh!"
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