Flirt wars gf

 Hizashi was about to sit down by his computer in the shared teacher's office when Aizawa nudged him. 

"What?"

Surprisingly, Yagi answered from across the desk. "You're needed in the lounge, Mic."

"Whaaat?"

"You should take off your neck speaker," he added.

"It's Cheshire," Aizawa grunted shortly. 

Moments later as his unoccupied seat was spinning and the door slammed shut behind him the taciturn homeroom teacher smirked at All Might. "That's how you make him run," he snickered.

Hizashi fumbled his neck gear off as he walked, pushing the door open to the break room uneasily. He heard Cheshire immediately. She was hissing and spluttering under her breath, angered obviously by what she was staring at on her phone. He dropped his speaker carefully on a table and approached.

"Are you okay, babe?"

"No!" She showed her teeth in a snarl. "This is too far. They've <i>gone too far</i> I - I can't -"

"Okay! Let's just..." Hizashi leaned over and slowly gripped her phone in two fingers, treating it as if it were a live snake. "Here we go. Let's put <i>this</i> away. It's makin' you hurt."

"But -"

"Nope." He tossed it on top of a shelf in the corner and turned around, crossing his arms.

"<i>Hizashi</i>, I'm too <i>short</i> to reach that!"

"Yeah. I know."

"But can't I just finish -"

"No." His chin firmed with his eyebrows drawn in a tight frown. "It's hurting you." 

"But don't you want to know -"

"<i>No</i>." He crossed back over and sat beside her on the couch, reaching out to place his arm around her shoulders. "You can't <i>breathe</i>, Ches. You need to stop. Here... what can we do instead? What d'ya wanna do, maybe listen to some music? Read a book?"

Elly sighed with frustration, her ears laying back. "I don't know."

Hizashi found a playlist on his phone and turned it on. Calming instrumental music filled the room.

"Is that okay?"

"Yeah." She leaned into his side, making it easy for him to feel the tension throughout her body. 

"But not all better," he mused. "You're gonna pass out if you don't chill out."

"I need to be in my office in half an hour."

"I'm not letting you go until you can walk without wobbling all around," he warned. 

"I can't just calm down that fast!"

"Well, then," he murmured close to one furry ear, "what about a cuddle? Will that help, baby?"

"<i>Mic -</i>" she began in a huff but let out a small squeak when he pulled her onto his lap. 

"What's up?" Hizashi asked cheerfully. "No cuddle?" He made a show of pouting and looked so overly sad with huge, pleading eyes that she giggled. 

"Okay, okay. But we'll have to deal with all the crazy rumors after this. The kids <i>and</i> staff already think we're dating. <i>The media thinks you're with somebody else, though</i>," she added under her breath.

"Ohhhh, is <i>that</i> what's got ya pissed?" He shrugged, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm not seeing anybody. I wanna, but she thinks all the rumors are crazy." He rolled his eyes dramatically.

She craned her neck to look up at him and found he was blushing. "What exactly are you saying, Mic?"

"Oh. I guess, uh. You wanna date?"

A quarter of an hour later an extremely smug Present Mic strolled into the office and sat down. It was approximately five seconds until he couldn't hold out any more and proceeded to tell everyone how he'd gotten a <i>girlfriend</i>.