Dream Cosplay

Present Mic/Els

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Hizashi woke in the early morning hours shivering. His girl had managed to wrap herself in all the sheets somehow and pulled them all off of him. It was strange, because they always slept closely spooned together. He rolled sleepily over and saw the reason for it immediately. Elly was caught in the throes of a particularly vivid dream. Her hair splayed out on her pillow, she tossed and turned and even kicked once. He was about to shake her gently to knock her out of it when he heard her breathing pick up.

"Nmmm... ahhh, Shota," she panted softly. 

His eyes grew wider than wide. His chest heaved as he listened to her rustling beside him, her legs moving restlessly. Masturbating in her sleep? He reached over and stroked down her side to her thighs, pulling the t-shirt she wore to bed up a bit. Elly rolled over, legs parting, and he slowly slipped one finger inside her, pumping gently. 

"Holy shit," he whispered as she moved with him, still asleep or at least enough to count, anyway. He nuzzled her ear and murmured, "is Shota's cock good inside you, baby?" She purred loudly with pleasure and he moved his hand faster, using his knuckle to graze the top of her sex as he thrust. "C'mon, love," he breathed as she began to whimper, her brow drawn and her fists clenching the sheets on either side of her body. "You want him bad. He's giving it to you so hard, he's close -" She whined unintelligibly and he smiled and snuggled closer, licking his lips. Time for a new trick he had learned recently. He dropped his voice an octave lower. "Unghh, Ches, I'm coming," he groaned in an almost perfect imitation of Aizawa.

"Shota!" She woke fully in the midst of a mind-numbing orgasm, quivering with her boyfriend's hand teasing the last bits of pleasure from her. 

"Wow, baby," he drawled, staring at his slick finger. "You came really hard thinking about Sho."

Elly choked. She had been having a dream and he had made it into an embarrassing nightmare. "Zashi, I'm so sorry, I..."

"Sorry? Why?"

"You just made me come fantasizing about your best friend," she said rather flatly. Her cheeks were stained pink from embarrassment.

"It's okay. We're all human," he shrugged. "I kinda did do it on purpose, ya know." He grinned and slipped back into Aizawa's voice easily. "Besides, I made you feel good, didn't I?"

"Um, please don't go around doing that." She blushed harder.

"Why? Still horny?" 

"Hi-za-shi."

"Uh oh." He drew her close, absently wiping his hand on part of the bedsheets. "Okay, okay. But I want you to know that whatever we fool around with in here stays here. I don't mind. Really."

"But I love you so much," she sighed. "You're fantastic in bed, and ...well, anywhere, really." She gighled wickedly as she remembered that day in the broom closet.

"It was a dream, you can't control those." He wrinkled his forehead in a little frown. "I maybe took it too far without asking, though. I'm sorry, princess." He kissed the top of her head. "Next time I'll get your permission."

She sniffed incredulously. "Next time?!"

"Sex shouldn't be boring," he quipped glibly.

Wonderland - 3

Eraserhead x Els

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"What?"

"Is Mr. Aizawa okay?"

"What the hell happened?!"

The students crowding the sidelines were chattering away. 

Midnight gestured to the blond-haired man standing nearby with a smirk on his face. "Crowd control there, Mic."

"Sure, yeah." He chuckled under his breath. "Geez, the guy I never thought would fall for any woman, anyone, really - boom! Gone in a day." He raised his voice and waved to get the kids' attention. "We're going back to the assembly room! Let's go, go, go!"

Elly groaned dismally. "What a mess." She hid her face in her hands. "My first day, and this - this never happened before with anyone else. The drug is supposed to make him open to suggestion, and I asked what he was afraid of!"

"You don't know this asshole." Midnight watched the other male teachers carry him to the bleachers and sit him down. "He's - well, he's not in touch with any feelings. I've only ever seen him angry, I think." She pursed her lips, tapping a neatly-manicured nail against them in thought. "I must admit I'm surprised, though. I didn't know the scruffy guy had that in him!"

"Y - yeah." Elly's ears quivered. She could still feel his lips pressing so urgently to hers. His breath was warm and she could smell coffee as he panted, which she had tasted the next moment when his tongue had slipped easily past her lips. He had gone straight for the most intimate kiss since his repressed desires had lashed out. But although it had to have been a shock for him as well, he had been so gentle. Her face burned so hot with embarrassment she took off a glove and pressed it to one cheek.

Cementoss motioned to them and they sidled over. "I hate to tell you, but Jiro heard." He paused, since Elly didn't know their names yet. "The one with the ear jacks. Pale girl, red teardrop makeup."

"Oh, shit." She clapped a hand over her face. "She heard me?"

"Yes. Oh, and he's coming around." Aizawa groaned. Elly whipped around so she wouldn't have to be the first thing he saw.

"Quickly, then," Midnight said firmly. "Mic has them back in the other room. We'll nip this in the bud."

Elly forcibly controlled her emotions, acutely aware of the irony at her doing so as she walked as fast as she could back to the previous room. She was in front of the kids before all of them had piled in and saw every one of 1-A's shocked faces - Aizawa was their homeroom teacher, after all. It was difficult to wait until the entire group was settled, but when Snipe arrived with the news that their teacher was fine and would be with them shortly they calmed down a bit. Cementoss had been left behind to bring him back inside.

The cat woman cleared her throat. "Okay, then. Let's start off simple. My quirk is invisibility - " she smiled faintly when the invisible girl she'd noticed before cheered and got loudly shushed by her friends. "And although it's rare, mine is different than most invisible quirks. I control by touch what I want to be invisible. Myself, my clothes, other items or people."

The door opened and she jumped, her tail shooting straight up behind her and her ears flicking wildly. It was only the blocky cement hero, who nodded at her questioning look. He was awake, and would be joining them shortly. Elly bit her lip, her pale features seeming to turn whiter in contrast to the blush she was sporting. Yet she pulled her chin up and continued on. "It's not enough to turn invisible if you want to catch villains, though. I have a degree in psychology, enough to suggest certain things while engaging people." 

She held up a hand, flexing the paw pads on her glove. "These have claws, just like a real cat." Several sharp, thin metal pieces slid out. "They're coated in a hallucinogenic drug. Nothing poisonous, just enough to keep someone tractable. Also easily suggestible to anything I may have said earlier."

One of the students raised their hand and she nodded. "But you asked Mr. Aizawa if he was afraid of anything."

"Yes." Knowing her audience and their ages, she knew what they would be focused on, so she continued before the inevitable follow-up question was asked. "People are complicated. They have many different fears." There was a weary sigh then, and the click of a door shutting. Aizawa was back, looking more tired than usual. Mineta hooted raucously and he snapped his head to the side, hair rising and eyes flashing red. The small young man whimpered and sank down in his chair. 

"I think," Aizawa said in his usual deadpan voice, "I need to say a few things." He walked over to Elly and exhaled once more, pinching the bridge of his nose in his forefinger and thumb. "I acted in a very irrational manner. I apologize for the liberty I took."

"It's not your fault," she said more calmly than she felt. "You actually helped me, you know. I've never encountered that reaction before, but it might happen again. Now I can be ready for it."

He didn't look convinced that she forgave him but he nodded and turned his dead eyes back to the students. "This is exactly like we tried to prepare you about different quirks. You can't fight back if you don't know how the effect is going to be on..."

The kids groaned. Things had been so juicy before, and he had, of course, turned it into a boring teachable moment. Elly stepped back slightly, letting him drone on. Eventually the kids and teachers went their separate ways as the final bell rang. Elly thanked every religious icon she could under her breath that the assembly had been the last event of the day. She washed her face in the nearest bathroom and mentally prepared herself for facing any curious teachers or students she might face on her way out. It was no use waiting until everyone had left since someone was always hanging around. She slunk into lounge to get her things and froze when she saw Aizawa sitting in a chair facing the door. He was not drinking a coffee or doing anything at all. He simply sat, and her first thought was he had been waiting for her. 

He held up a hand. "Wait - I am sorry. I would like a chance to explain myself properly."

"I know you didn't mean it." She grabbed her bag from a locker nearby. "It's just..."

"No."

Her ears perked. "Wh - what?"

"I meant it," Aizawa said firmly. "The kiss." He grimaced, forcing himself to go on. "I'm ... attracted to you."

"Wow." She sat heavily in the chair facing him. Her striped tail swished madly about, slapping the floor in a restless beat. "Um. Eraser..."

"You don't have to answer that," he cut her off so fast she blinked. Typical behavior of someone who thought they knew what the other was about to say. A defense mechanism so he wouldn't get hurt. Her ears perked forward intently, the blush returning. He didn't have facial hair so much as he stayed unshaven for what looked like days at a time. His gray, tired eyes were speckled with flecks of blood, he was pale, and there was an ugly scar underneath one of them. His hair was unkempt, simply falling down over his shoulders, and it always looked just a little greasy. If he was as unattractive as this all seemed to suggest, then why was her heart pounding?

"Eraser."

"Please do not interrupt me." He sounded strained and she reached out and touched his hands, neatly-folded before him on the table. He glanced up, startled. 

"Aizawa," she said quietly, using his last name to get through to him. It was more relaxed than his professional name, but still appropriate to do in Japan for a colleague. "I think you're cute."

Her lips twitched at his mortified expression. "Cute?!" He choked. "Is that - are you..."

"I have it on very good authority that you don't lose your composure often, you know." She smiled shyly. "And yet, I've done it to you how many times now? I get it. And I'm just as interested."

He swore under his breath. "You won't get the better of me all the time," he promised. 

"Of course not. That would hardly be any fun."

He frowned slightly, then cleared his throat. "Do you want to go get coffee?"

"Now?"

"Later. I don't like to wear my costume in public if I have to." He plucked at the front of the black jumpsuit. "They have dates in America, right?"

Her ears flicked straight up. "Yes!" She giggled faintly at his sarcastic tone, then nodded. "To both. Wait -" She grabbed her things and rummaged around in her bag. "Here's my number." He entered her information and gave her his. "I'm at the local hotel right around the corner. Room 15b."

"6 o'clock."

Wonderland - 2

Eraserhead x Els
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Aizawa looked up at the clock as the 18+ Only Hero tried to silence the unruly gathering of teenagers before her. Midnight was having none of their impudence and she raised her voice, slashing through the air with the leather whip she carried with her at all times.

"She'll be here soon and you'll know what we're doing then!"

"Are you anxious for some reason, Eraser?" Cementoss murmured quietly. If any of them interrupted Midnight she would be sure to turn on them.

"No," Aizawa muttered in annoyance. "I'm waiting. Cheshire has one minute before she is late." He tore his eyes off the clock with some difficulty and mindfully slowed his breathing. He knew what her costume looked like from her dossier. It was nothing special, he told himself, breathing deep and even. Everyone around him thought he was just doing what he always did - napping whenever he could. In reality, he was trying to still his illogically rapid heartbeat. The young people were as excited as he was, raising hands left and right. Midnight had everything to do to calm them down and answer as many questions as possible.

Finally she had enough. "Quiet, already! She's going to be here, and you don't want to make a bad first impression." She slapped her cat-o-nine-tails to the side in a brisk motion, cutting through the babble. To her right in the classroom seating, Mineta had fallen over and was quite literally foaming at the mouth at the prospect of another female teacher entering the room. She sighed and rolled her eyes, turning just as Tsyu slapped him into sensibility with her tongue.

The door opened during the momentary pause and everyone's eyes fell on Elly in her hero outfit. She wore a soft cloth bodysuit, striped just like her tail in varying purple tones. The belly was white and there were white tufts along her wrists, ankles and about the modest dip in cleavage down the front of the suit. Her feet and hands looked just like cat paws, with soft, rubbery pads on each finger tip and along the toes and heels of her feet. She also sported what appeared to be a respirator type mask to cover her mouth and nose, the bottom half shaped disturbingly like the cheshire cat's curving grin. Aizawa concentrated on the pattern of cracks on the ceiling. To add to his list of irrational ailments, his stomach had tensed into a hard knot. 

Mic whistled softly. "Cute." He snickered when he felt his friend's hair starting to rise up beside him. That simple praise had pissed the man off enough for him to lose control.

Elly's ear flicked, but she said nothing. She just smiled at the students and waited for her introduction. She chuckled when the green-haired kid in the second row blurted out her name, though, seeing at least someone knew who she was. Midnight formally introduced her, and she went about the task of stating why she was there - mainly to help broaden their view on their own abilities, and how the different countries viewed heroes and their quirks. She pursed her lips and looked back at the teachers behind her. "I'd spoken to the principal about this, but wasn't sure if you'd heard - before we get into my abilities, I wanted to show them first."

"You want to have a flag match with one of the staff." Midnight and the others already knew. Nezu had told them, but they hadn't chose who would fight. 

A tall young man in the back raised his hand. "Excuse me - what's a flag match?"

"Each person fighting wears something like a bandanna..." Midnight reached into her sleeve and produced two medium-sized pieces of cloth, one red and one blue. "The goal is to take the other's cloth. It's an easy way to spar without a lot of injuries."

"We used it a lot during mock battles in the States," Elly confessed. "Before we got into serious ones. And sometimes just for fun." She shrugged, and the Erasure Hero quickly looked away at the gentle sway this caused in her modest cleavage. 

Midnight saw this, and her eyes narrowed slyly. "I think Eraser should fight her," she suggested.

Elly raised a single eyebrow. "Eraserhead?" She asked quietly.

"I'll do it," Aizawa stepped in. He loosened some of the scarves about his neck, his face determined.

"Fine with me."

They started to head into the recently renovated battle arena, the students milling about behind them as they filed out. Mic pulled Aizawa aside before they got there, just as Elly and Midnight walked into the huge doors. "Don't hurt her," he told him seriously.

"Who says I would." He grunted, brushed sleep from his eyes and yawned. "Besides, she can handle it. She's a pro hero, remember?"

Mic shook his head. "You get out of control proving a point sometimes." He swerved to the left to watch, moving away as the two squared off. 

Elly seemed relaxed, although her tail was swishing lightly behind her. Aizawa liked cats, and he knew this meant she was agitated. Good. She would be off her game slightly, and that meant he had the advantage. He waited until everyone was settled, and held his arm out for the cloth to be tied on it, just as she did. The other teachers stepped away again and Mic jumped to his feet and stood on the sidelines.

"Alright!" He called out in the familiar role of announcer. "First person to take the other's cloth wins!" He paused, then took a deep breath. "Are you ready?" He squealed, his voice rising as it always did on the last word. "Go!"

Elly didn't even move. Aizawa's hair began to rise as it did when he used his power. She couldn't see his eyes since he'd already donned the glasses he wore, but she knew they would be glowing red. Yet all she said was, "So, Eraser... are you afraid of anything?"

"No," he said shortly, opening wide to stare at - nothing. There was nothing there. He stopped short. That had been fast! He spun, surveying the area as his wrappings came about, dropping now that he had no target.

"It's funny," a disembodied voice whispered eerily out of thin air to his left. "So many people tell me that, you know." He aimed at the voice and tried to at least snap what he couldn't see with his scarves. No luck. He listened, straining to pick up any sound that might clue him in on her location. "Surprise," she murmured, suddenly right beside him. One paw came up, and there was a glimmer of metal. It was a small scratch, hardly noticeable, and very, very fast. She was gone before he had time to react, melted into nothingness again and lost somewhere within the huge arena.

This went on for awhile. Mic was unusually quiet, as interested in this as everyone else. In fact, there wasn't much he could have said. Nothing happened. The only sounds were Aizawa's breathing, which was getting rougher, and faint whooshing sounds as he desperately tried to catch her. He tried everything, sounding off objects nearby, flicking his scarves out randomly in the hopes he would find her. Nothing worked and he was finally resorted to taunts.

"What's the matter, kitten?" He called out, hunching low and spinning slowly in a circle. She could be creeping up on him at any moment. "Scared of direct confrontation?"

"Not at all."

Damn it! There was nothing that explained his aiming at her voice and failing, except... his eyes narrowed. That was it. "Isn't the cheshire cat insane? Your method of fighting makes no logical sense!"

"I assure you, Aizawa Shota, it makes perfect sense." She purred where one might assume she did, causing him to groan inwardly and try to stifle the butterflies it gave him in his stomach at the same time. But he was ready.

"There." He jumped backwards and this time caught something when his wrappings spun out to the left of where he heard her. Elly appeared within a loop of scarf, her mask making her appear more fierce than the tone of her voice. 

"Cheshire is caught!" Mic yelped, pointing rather unnecessarily and then flailing about in a display of mixed emotions. "Did he guess where she was? She's caught, and no one gets out of those wrappings!"

"I thought you knew, Eraser," she hissed dangerously as he yanked her close enough to grab the winning cloth. "Cats like to play with string."

"What - wait, what's going on?" Mic was as confused as the rest of the students and staff. Instead of ensuring his victory, Aizawa reached up and pulled his glasses up onto his head. "He's showing his eyes? What's happening here?"

"You don't know her fighting style, do you," Midnight stated smugly.

"But..." He stared closely at the scene unfolding in front of everyone. Aizawa's scarves reared up, in a strange display no one had seen before. The wrappings covered the top halves of their bodies. "Is he going for the win?"

Aizawa felt the rush of victory when he snagged her in the cloth. He had been right - her singing the other night, the sultry tones of her voice - he shook himself, snapping his mind back to the business at hand. She knew how to throw it. It had been the only logical conclusion, and he had a fifty-fifty chance when he had heard her speak. He'd been lucky, but he had found out her trick and she would lose when he took off the cloth on her arm. He reeled her in, his heart racing even faster. She was tied up, close enough for him to touch. Close enough for him to do anything else he wanted, really. 

Stop being an idiot! He slapped his forehead sharply, hoping to clear his mind. It wasn't like him to think that way, especially not during a fight. He took everything seriously, and it was his job to teach those teenagers ...

Teenagers. That was it. If Aizawa had come close to any feeling of giddiness, it had been when he was a teenager in this very high school. He had absolutely hated puberty. His hormones had caused the most horrible, surging emotions to flood him with - with...

He froze, his hand touching the bandanna but not moving. 

...with the feelings he felt now. Hell, if anything, it was stronger now. Confused, he whirled the scarves around, letting her go and using them to cover them both.

The shockingly loud cat scream that echoed throughout the arena seemed to back Present Mic's theory that Eraser was going to win. But Elly disappeared and just as fast reappeared close to the staff, clutching Eraser's cloth and noticeably upset. Her ears were flat on her head and she was hissing. Aizawa, however, appeared eerily calm. He had that creepy grin on his face that he sometimes sported when he thought he'd outwitted someone. His lip was bleeding.

"What happened?" Midnight gasped. 

"He kissed me!" Elly tried to keep her voice down but she hadn't realized one of the girls in Aizawa's class had a better hearing range than most. 

"Mr. Aizawa what?!" Jiro was so shocked she didn't even realize she yelped out loud. The others in their class pressed her for details but she just stared, a blush burning her cheeks. 

"Eraser, what the hell -" Mic had walked over to his friend and was waving one hand in front of his oddly blank eyes. "Uh, guys? He's like, out."

"Time will take care of that, right Cheshire?" Cementoss had wandered over and professionally peeled one of the lanky man's eyes back. "He's drugged. Your signature move, if I recall correctly."

"Yeah." Elly sighed, tail lashing wildly about as she thought what a fabulous first day this was. 

Wonderland - 1

Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead x Els/Cheshire

(Alternate from King of My Heart series)

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"So, she's here already?" 

"Somebody from America! I'm super psyched!"

"Oh, shit."

Nezu swung about in his chair at the sound of the voices clamoring behind him. He steepled his fingers and grinned at the grouping of teachers clustered in front of his desk. "She arrived... ah, here we are," he murmured, taking his phone up to glance briefly at it. "In our district early this morning. She just texted me to let me know she'll be here after classes. To formally introduce herself to the staff, and in case anyone wants to get to know her better before she greets the students."

They thanked the principal and started to leave. As they walked out the door, the woman standing on the far left stopped, letting it close behind her. She pursed her lips, rolling a strand of dark hair between her fingers in thought. "We can go out to that karaoke bar around the corner!" She burst out suddenly, eyes lighting up. 

"Ugh," the tired-looking scruffy man standing as far away from her grunted. "Not that, Midnight. Anything but that." 

Midnight pouted. "But Aizawa -"

"Yeahhhh!" His buddy beside him clapped him on the back almost as hard as he suddenly yelled. Aizawa stumbled and swore under his breath. "C'mon, Sho, karaoke! You don't have to sing. This new teacher likes music, right right?" 

"Damn it, Mic, you're an idiot." He rolled his bloodshot eyes, seeing where he was going with this. He strode out of the main offices and down the hall.

"Well, then we have to be polite." The other man lengthened his stride and caught up quickly. He ran a hand along his huge, slicked-back mass of blond hair jutting out the back of his head, preening slightly.

"You have to." Aizawa scowled and turned his head quickly so they couldn't see the faint burn across the bridge of his nose. "I don't care."

"He's right, Eraser," the bondage-dressed woman stuck her tongue out at him, for once not seductively and only in jest. "Hizashi might be an idiot, but if we want to get to know her better this is a great way!"

"Hey!" The blond man narrowed his eyes at the teasing. "Cut it out."

"Oooh, it's gonna be forever before she shows up," Midnight whined, staring at the clock in the hallway they were heading down. 

"Time will move just as fast as it always does." Aizawa shrugged and moved off towards his class. He was sweating more than usual in his black jumpsuit, and he knew why. 

Of course, time wound down like it normally did and before they knew it, they were standing in the teacher's lounge watching the doorway in anticipation. The students had left to go back to the dorms and most of the teachers had ended up gathering together to at least meet the arrival, if not party with her afterward. They all had gotten enough time to go home and change into civilian clothing and were comfortable and ready.

"Principal Nezu went to meet her with one of the staff cars," Midnight gossipped gleefully. "She must be important."

"She's a Pro Hero from another country," Aizawa said quietly. "It's probably not so much her as the status of our nation." He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, trying to ease the tired neck muscles. "We're playing nice because we have to," he clarified at their blank stares.

"C'mon c'mon." Hizashi was impatiently snapping his fingers. "I don't care about that, I just wanna get to the bar!"

He was cut off as voices were heard approaching. Everyone perked up as the door opened and Nezu walked in with his hand held up, smiling in welcome. "Here we are," he said. "This is most of the staff here at UA."

"Welcome," they said almost in unison as the woman stepped nervously in. 

She immediately bowed upon hearing their greeting. "Thank you for having me." When she straightened up again, Aizawa swallowed audibly. Hizashi raised one of his eyebrows and stared incredulously at his friend. The normally pale man was flushed, his gray eyes darting this way and that, literally anywhere but at the woman approaching them.

"You all right, Sho? You look sick."

"I'm fine," he snarled under his breath.

She was going about shaking hands and answering various questions. He watched as she moved about her unfamiliar surroundings. Hesitant, yet that was normal as she probably had jet lag and this was a different country than she was used to. Her Japanese was excellent, and she seemed to shake off what remnants of anxiety she had upon the friendly reception they had prepared for her. And she was indeed heading right for him.

"Smile, Sho! We don't want her to think this is an unwelcoming committee." Mic cackled at his own cleverness. Aizawa rolled his shoulders back and plastered what passed for a smile on his face.

"This is Shouta Aizawa," Midnight was introducing them. He inclined his head briefly as she added, "Eraserhead," mentioning his hero name as she had done for all of them.

The woman smiled and nodded back at him, unperturbed at his unusual method of smiling. He looked like her nickname - that creepy grin that disturbed people, the one she had painted onto her respirator on her costume.  Still, she was here to make friendly, if not friends exactly. She could hope, of course, but things would take time. "My name is Elly Sketchit. Hero name, Cheshire."

"I know." He had looked up her files the moment the principal informed them she would be working with them. It fit her perfectly; she had cat ears sticking up out of her purple, short-cropped hair and a striped, double-tipped tail. Her outfit was simple, obviously as casual as theirs were. She wore a pair of jeans and a long-sleeve t-shirt under a shorter one with some quote on it in english. He assumed it was from the novel she took her name from as it had an illustration that looked like one of the characters. Minimal jewelry; one ring (thankfully not on her left hand, he noticed, then swore at himself for noticing). A black leather choker with a silver bell on it circled her slender neck. 

"Read my files, did you?" Her striking, dark purple eyes fell upon him and for a startling moment, he found he was tongue-tied. He opened his mouth but no words came out. Obviously yes, he had, but why did this make him so ... nervous?

"Hizashi Yamada," his friend came to the rescue, grabbing her hand to shake it vigorously. 

"Present Mic?"

Hizashi blinked, staring at her in a new light. "Are you a listener?" He asked incredulously. "I didn't think anyone knew about my station in America."

"Or cared. Ouch." As soon as Aizawa spoke Hizashi elbowed him, hard.

"I - um, didn't know what your civilian look was." Her ears twitched in amusement at his reaction. "Although I should've realized. I tune in every Friday."

The statement brought new life to Hizashi. He threw his hands in the air and yelled, "She's got good taste! Awwwwww-right! Let's go party!"

"Where are we going?" She was grinning broadly by this time as a fairly large group ushered her out of the school. They had picked up on Aizawa's nervousness and were very, very curious. Mic, Eraser, and Midnight, besides Elly, were all that would fit in one of the small rooms, however, so that's who ended up actually going. Thirteen pointed at them and waved frantically. Midnight giggled noiselessly and gave her a thumbs-up. She'd keep them informed.

"Karaoke!" Mic chirped happily, pointing swift finger-guns around the corner of the street. "There's a place not far from here."

"Savvy business tactics," Aizawa approved. "They saw the need for a place for us to unwind, students and staff. Civilians go there, too, but it's often us."

"They have private booths and stuff, and you can order food. I heard it's different in America." Nemuri looked questioningly at her and she nodded.

"Yeah, we don't have a lot of private rooms for that kind of thing. It'll be fun." 

When they got there they ordered a larger room than usual and sat down to order food and drinks. Elly appeared to love their culture's food and was thrilled to get the chance to taste a lot of things she normally wouldn't back home. Midnight immediately leaped up to sing, grabbing Elly's shoulder to drag her up as well.

"So, uh..." Hizashi adjusted his square-rim glasses and stared blankly at the menu. "Hell, I just want a huge beer." 

Aizawa grunted and circled a simple sushi roll. "Don't get wasted, idiot. You're the one who was talking about good impressions."

The blond man laughed. "I'll only have one! Maybe two," he added under his breath. He paused. "Heyyyyy... listen to that." Elly had begun to sing. Her voice wasn't spectacular enough to be a professional's, but it was better than an amateur.  "Shit! She's good!" He turned back to the table and saw his friend was immobilized. He had started to tug at the messy black hair tied up in the ponytail behind him but then heard her. His hand floated in midair, eyes so wide the bloodshot lines were even more pronounced. Midnight caught him staring and chuckled wickedly, walking over to the table.

"Hey, Mic, it looks like turnabout is fair play with our grumpy friend here."

"Eh?"

"We finally found something that erases Eraser."