"What's wrong, Mr. Mic?"
"He looks as tired as Mr. Aizawa," a familiar voice snickered.
"Yeah, but that's not nice to say..."
The English teacher wearily lifted his head to stare at the class in front of him. His eyes were hidden under his shades but everything else about him screamed exhaustion. "Th' bell ring yet?"
"No-o-o..."
"Unf." He dropped his head in his arms, groaning.
Present Mic's problem was an astoundingly simple one.
He ran on high octane good spirit, hope... and a lot of sugar and caffeine. And if he were to be honest with himself, it was often mostly the latter that got him through the multiple jobs he worked.
The coffee machine in the break room was being worked on. The metal case hung open, devoid of any sweet, dark brew that would get him perked up for his teaching sessions.
So <i>depressing</i>.
But it wasn't just the coffee machine, of course not. The soda was broken, the candy one was out of everything but the health bar crap no one liked and it <i>was just not his day</i>.
His nose sniffed, wrinkling and wriggling the pointy ends of his mustache.
"Hwa... oh, baby, yer a life saver." He pulled down his prescription shades to give his girlfriend a warm wink. She was grinning at him with a full four cup tray of coffee from the cafe down the street from campus. She set the entire thing down, kissed him on the nose and left, waving at the kids.
When the bell rang seconds later he had already downed half of a cup and, to the dismay of some of his students, was feeling more like himself.
"Let's get this party started!"
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