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"Augh! Ughh... nnf. Ew! Oh god oh god oh god..."

Elly stuck her head cautiously through the entranceway to the teacher's common room, her ears laying back nervously. She padded quietly in, hoping that she wasn't intruding. Her paw boots had been replaced by soft slippers since she was dressed casually, but out of habit she was always as silent as possible. Thus it happened that she completely snuck up on Yamada and Kayama as they sat on the couch. The dark-haired woman was smirking as she pointed to something on a laptop he held on his knees.

"Gross! What th' hell, Kayama!"

"Hey, you wanted to know about this, didn't you? Here you go." She calmly tapped the mouse, navigating to another page. Hizashi's spiraled pupils shrunk in his anxiety as he whipped a hand quickly over his mouth.

"Barf!"

"Oh, grow up, Yamada." She huffed impatiently and rolled her eyes. "Fans always ship heroes together. Doesn't matter who, and the more unlikely, the more rabid the fanbase."

"But I'm not - he's not ... that's not how it is, yo! An' even if it was, that's way too personal!"

Elly peered over his shoulder and blushed heavily. The screen depicted 1-A's taciturn homeroom teacher tangled together in a very complex sexual position with the Voice Hero. "Oh god," she choked faintly. "Shipping."

His hands jerked and he guiltily snapped the computer shut with a loud snap. Elly winced but Kayama just smirked harder.

"Yamada was very interested in what the term meant after he heard that pink girl - what's her name ..."

"Mina Ashido," Elly supplied helpfully.

Kayama waved glossy painted fingernails around airily under her nose. She snorted and stepped back. "Yeah, that one. She was talking about -"

"Nothing!"

Elly's ears flattened as he lost the tiniest bit of control of his quirk. The high pitched squeak went straight through her. "Ow, Yamada!"

"Sorry." He bit his lip, looking ashamed. "I just... nuh, it's nothing." He nervously fidgeted with the fuzzy tie holding his long hair away from his face, his cheeks stained pink.

"Ooooh no it's not!" The other woman cackled with glee. "You wanted to know something in particular -"

"Quit it!" He gave her such a hard look Elly raised her eyebrows. The lanky man was giving off a menacing vibe that spoke of her impending doom should she open her mouth again on the subject.

Kayama was not impressed. "I'll leave if you promise to show her the other link."

"Gaahh! Fine, ya crazy witch! Just get outta here before I scream!"

His threat carried more weight than he realized at the moment. Kayama tossed her hair back and stood. "I expect you to honor that promise, Voice Hero," she called over her shoulder on the way out, stressing the last word.

Yamada sighed, one hand splayed across his face as he struggled to think what she had left for him - no, now it was them -- to see.

"Here goes," he groaned, and opened the laptop, navigating where she had requested. The site was a dull, grey color and there was a lot of art on the screen. He looked at the tags first, and flinched when he saw one prevailed.

"MicShire".

"Oh holy shitfuck crap no," he wheezed in horror.

The first piece was a larger thumbnail and very visible. It was a sketchy depiction of her and Mic in their costumes... or, rather, just enough of their costumes to be identifiable. They were doing pretty much what the image of him and Aizawa had shown, with one important variation.

"Ches," he gasped, face flaming all the way down his neck. "Ches, I swear to ya, I didn't know it would be like this. Mina was sayin' like it's cuddles and, and uh -" He squeezed his eyes shut hard behind his red glasses as he thought. "Uh..."

"Fluff?"

He snapped his fingers as he craned his neck to look up at her. "Yeah! That's the word!"

Elly didn't hesitate this time as she had so many other instances before. When their eyes met, she bent down and kissed him softly on the mouth. Yamada's eyes went impossibly huge. The kiss was sweet, but brief due to the awkward position. Her heart beat wildly at the way his mouth chased after hers when she backed away, eager for more.

"Fluff is good, Yamada," she said with a smile. "Fluff is more loving than the hardcore stuff."

The blond man bounced around on the couch, kneeling and facing towards her. He placed his hands gently on top of hers where they lay on the back rest, while his face was lighting up in a way that melted her completely. He had no right to be that sickeningly adorable.

"A'ight," he said in that low voice that caused shivers to run up her spine. "If more lovin' is good, you better call me Hizashi, baby."

"I can do that."

"You wanna sit?" The way she smiled at him made his own heart flutter. He took one of her hands in his and risked it all, pressing his lips to her knuckles. "Or ... you wanna go back to my place for more lovin'?"

"Before I answer that, I need to ask you a serious question."

He blinked at her with those wide, mesmerizing eyes. "Mm hm?"

"Is there time for both?" Elly grasped his hand and brought it to the area just over her left breast.

He answered quickly by placing her other palm on his heart. "If yer willin', there'll be time for that an' much more."