"I know I'm just in training right now, but someday I'm gonna be the best damned Hero this world's ever seen. And when that time comes, I want to see you again..."
"Stop." Elly sighed, holding her cat's paw glove out, pads facing the teenager seated across her desk. "I can't accept a confession, Bakugo. You know that."
He grit his teeth, making a terrible face. "Look, I didn't expect you to accept, but at least lemme finish!"
"There's no need. You also know this is inappropriate to discuss with me. What you're feeling can be healthy, a part of growing up... but keep it to yourself. It will lessen in time."
His fists clenched so tightly she could see his knuckles turn white. "I like you!"
"I have a boyfriend," she reminded him gently, pointedly looking past him out the open door where a black leather boot could be seen tapping a restless staccato. "Not to mention this could hurt your career choice. Let it go, please."
The young man struggled to find the right words, but he was choked by rage over his failure. He stormed out, slamming the door back on the teacher standing guard outside.
"Hey, watch it!"
Bakugo spun around. "Really," he snarled. "The <i>hell</i> do <i>you</i> have that I don't?!"
Present Mic was considered a pretty happy-go-lucky guy by most people. He showed a cheerful outward facade to the world that masked just how mercurial he could be. The smiling man dissolved into rage in one blink, his concentric pupils thickening as he squinted at the younger man in front of him. His mouth stretched into a painfully wide grin. "<i>Her, for one</i>," he said in a deadly low voice.
Bakugo blinked, startled. Then his eyes grew giant as he spluttered, biting off curses like a seasoned sailor as he pointed at the Voice Hero. "I won't forget this, old man," he hissed.
"<i>Old?</i>" Mic protested with a screech that shook the doorframes along the hallway. "She's older'n me, ya know!" He shook his head and strolled into his girlfriend's office.
"Mic!"
"Hey, baby," he chirped happily, closing the door behind him. A pen had been dropped close by, however, and it jammed it open just a tiny sliver. Not enough to notice, but now the sound proofed room was breached.
Bakugo was left sulking outside. He glared backwards, curiosity compelling him to creep along and listen. He saw the pen and realized he could hear everything clearly. He frowned when he heard the zippers jingling and leather squeak of Mic's Hero costume. He'd moved, but how close?
"Ya okay, babe?"
From his listening point, Bakugo was surprised to hear how fast the English teacher's whiny voice dropped into a low purr.
"Yeah. It happens every so often."
"Mnn." Soft, noncommittal noise followed by an obvious kiss - sweet sounding but short.
<i>That</i> was how close. He grit his teeth, his mind aflame with jealousy. <i>Fucking cockatoo!</i>
"Still, <i>Bakugo</i>. That was a shock."
"Well... he's a passionate guy. Kinda like you, Mikey, in that regard."
Mic snorted, and Bakugo's sneer grew. <i>Dickhead</i>, he thought angrily. <i>And he's not like me! I'm better!</i>
"Nah, babe, I get it." He sighed. "Growin' up we all had crushes on somebody. An' hey, 'least he's got good taste. I can't really blame him now, <i>can I</i>?"
There was a lot of giggling on both parts that went on for several minutes and a longer, wetter sounding kiss. The sound of something hitting plastic and metal came as a surprise, and he wondered if she'd hit him.
"Present <i>Mic</i>!"
Whispers Bakugo mostly couldn't make out filtered through the door. He heard only a little bit here and there but what he did made him blush.
"C'mon."
"...we're at work..."
"Just a little nibble!"
She must have consented, for the next thing Bakugo heard had him scrambling to back away, ears flaming.
"Mmn, <i>Hizashi</i>."
<i>That's his name, that's his given name shitfuck - she straight up</i> moaned <i>that shit and I'll be in deeper if anyone catches me listening to - to whatever it is they're doing!</i>
He pelted off as fast as he could run back to the cafeteria. If he was lucky, no one would screw with him about his being late.
Back in the little office, Mic raised his head from where he had been grazing on his girlfriend's neck. Their gear lay on the desk beside them, her chair spun about so he could lean down with his hands on the arms.
"Hey, Ches?" He blinked, his shaded sunglasses sliding down his long nose.
"Hm?"
"I think he was, uh, listening to us go at it."
Elly whacked him lightly on the chest. "We were <i>not</i> 'going at it'!" She protested, her ears flicking back.
"Oh?" He turned his whirling, green-gold stare on her, knowing his eyes made her melt. "Then, you wanna?" He glanced up at the clock. "We got the rest of lunch."
She drew in a shaky breath. "Lock the door, 'Zashi."
"Yes, ma'am!"
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