Viral Video

Present Mic clutched his girlfriend and fellow pro hero tightly as he showed her the email he'd received from his publicist just minutes ago.

"A video? Viral video..? Oh, god, those are either super great or really bad news."

"She says it's uh, well. She asked if this was really us and said even if it was, her plan is to ignore it as a fake. I guess we have to watch it?" He scrunched his brows tightly upward and clicked the link.

The video opened in a hotel room as someone walked over to the wall. The couple glanced nervously at each other.

"I recognize that place, don't you?"

"Oh no. Oh, no no no no. They didn't."

They grimly continued to watch. It was basically a shaky handheld view of the wall with the sounds and voices coming through from the next room.

"We were told those were empty rooms on either side of us!"

"Looks like someone knew who we were," she said tightly. Her face flushed when she heard her muffled cry on the recording. That wouldn't have been a problem, but right at the end he shouted out, "Ches! Oh god, yes, baby!"

"Oops." His face flaming, he paused it and dropped his phone listlessly on the desk in front of him. "Shitfuck, babe. We're screwed."

"Not if it's discredited like she said. There's no real proof, it could be faked."

"Yeah, yeah. But this could still bite us in the ass somehow." He frowning, his foot tapping on the floor restlessly. "The kids!" His face drained of all color. "There's always at least one pervert that will find this and show it around. We don't need that!"

They stared at each other again. "Mineta," they said in unison.

"Damn it, but what if he doesn't know about it? We'd be shootin' ourselves in the foot to ask him not to show anyone."

Elly sighed. "I think we'll know if he's seen - err, heard -- it. If anyone has, really. Their faces should give them away."

"Eurgh." He slumped in his chair, grimacing. "Nezu hears about this, my ass is toast. He's already pissed about the broken windows and that one little incident with the text."

"Hey, I told you to be careful when you sent nudes. I know I can't stop you, sweetie - you're a sex machine --"

He growled lowly, wiggling his eyebrows at her suggestively.

"But that one was avoidable. This isn't; it's not our fault."

"You're right, of course. I frickin' hate it, though. I can't believe we're getting so much publicity over our relationship."

"My own guy's over the moon." She rolled her eyes. "Bad or good, he always says it's worth it in the long run. And he might be right - look at all the crappy merch that's been selling in Japan now. Sales here sparked them back home, too, and now I'm more popular than ever."

"You're always gonna be super popular with me, baby." He kissed her on the cheek and she giggled.

The door to the classroom opened and they craned around to see a red-faced Aizawa standing there holding his phone in one hand. "You two didn't, ah ... watch the whole thing, did you."

"Eraserhead!" Elly choked.

"I didn't know what it was," he snapped back. "But, uh, I probably shouldn't have kept listening anyway. Still..."

Mic quickly paired his phone with his headphones and pressed play again. His green eyes grew wider and wider until he choked so hard he actually spat.

"Mikey!" She clutched in panic at his arm.

"H - huh - holy shit!"

"Yes."

"What's wrong?!"

"Uh... don't remember how we fooled around that day, do ya princess?"

She huffed impatiently, her tail swishing around. "I can't remember every time we..." Her voice trailed off as she noticed Aizawa had a small trickle of blood running down one nostril. "Oh nooooo," she moaned, sinking down to the floor to hide in utter and total embarrassment.

"Yeah. I imitated Shota for you."

"I understand crushes happen in healthy relationships," the dark haired man began tentatively, but she cut him off.

"No. We're not going there. We did it that one time and never again, just because I had some stupid dream. It didn't mean anything." She crossed her arms stubbornly, ears laid back. "Fantasies are usually things you wouldn't want to act on in real life."

Aizawa swallowed hard past the lump in his throat. "Fantasy?"

"You're diggin' yourself deeper, Ches," Mic murmured.

"Crap!"

"All right. I apologize; I'll drop this and never mention it again if that's what you want. I just needed to confirm you saw it so you could brace yourselves."

"No, Shota -" She sighed. "It's not your fault. I'm mortified you heard that and it will be difficult to face you eye to eye now, though."

"I have an idea." He nodded slowly to himself. "Get through today as best you can, both of you."

Luckily, no one mentioned the recording. They figured it must not have gained traction due to its dubious nature. Elly couldn't bear to face homeroom 1-A's teacher the entire day and stayed mostly shut into her office.

He texted her after school.

Aizawa: Please do not be ashamed. I am not offended or embarrassed. 

It included a link to an audio file. She frowned and borrowed a pair of her boyfriend's headphones hanging off the headboard. Her tail stiffened when she clicked on it, and she gasped loudly. The audio was very personal.

Aizawa had apparently recorded himself masturbating while fantasizing about her. He said nothing throughout except at the very end, where his groans and panting burst out in a bittersweet cry.

"Ches! Oh god, I wish... yes! Yes!"

She wasn't quite sure if this made them even or not.