Hizashi was, for once, himself and not his alter ego, Present Mic, for the duration of this extracurricular event with class 1-A. His hair was pulled into a tighter golden bun than usual, and he, like the students, wore old clothes with a smock covering most of his upper body.
"We're gonna make cards, banners and posters. And uh. Stuff." He pointed at the materials nearby. "For your grumpy-assed teacher's birthday."
"Ugh." Bakugo sneered, but then again he was almost always doing that so everyone ignored him.
"That's finger paint? We're not little kids, Mr. Mic."
"You don't have to be," he insisted, carefully sticking his hand into a plate of purple paint. He grinned as he splattered paint across the room onto a sheet of giant paper and threw himself into the act, paint flying about. "Hey, this is fun!"
"Augh!"
"Watch it!"
"Wheee!"
The class erupted into a sort of organized chaos, a contradiction that fit perfectly with their assignment to create art for the upcoming party. Aizawa hated parties, which was precisely the reason he was going to get one this year.
Lucky him.
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