Erasermic: Do you love me?

Jolly God of Mine

(A/N) As a reminder, I have only seen the first four seasons of the anime, so forgive me if anything is false and please, no spoilers :) I hope you enjoy!

???? P.O.V.

The bar's air shimmered with the scales of fish.  The holographic sea life spun around the heads of customers and light wafted through them.  The air was bubbly and full of chatter on a good day.  The fish dipped down under tables, passing through people's legs and causing children to laugh.  On some days, there might even be an octopus or shark playing around with the smaller fish.  The costumers enjoyed the illusion, as did the waiters.  It was one of their quirks causing the illusions after all.  The waiters always wore a smile on their face and seemed quite cheery.  The food was decent, but people came for the experience, not the food.

It was closed.

All that filled the normally cheery air was the quit breath of a man.  He sat on a stool at the bar, staring at the empty air.  Smoke wisped out of his nose as he sat back.  Behind him, shot glasses were stacked up tall.  Some dripped with the semi clear liquid of whiskey, others were bone dry.  The mixed smell of smoke and whiskey burned the air as he took another long puff.  How he missed the day time, but sadly, he could not show his face to the public.  Not yet.  For now, it was a matter of waiting.  A matter of sitting.  A matter of thinking those thoughts that fill your mind and brim up and over until you can't control them.  A matter of going mad waiting for the orders.  He tapped his cigarette and hummed a slow, soft tune.

"Will he make it to the day,

through the day,

beyond the day.

Will he make it past that time,

Oh jolly God of mine."

Aizawa's P.O.V.

When he walked into the classroom, his dirty sleeping bag dragging behind him, he was cornered by a group of his students.  They looked serious.  That was never a good thing.  With a sigh, he pushed past them. "In your seats."

"But we have questions, sir" Midoriya stepped forward, a journal in hands.

"Yeah!" Uraraka chimed in. "They're really important.  Please, just give us five minutes."  Aizawa looked at them, dramatically dropping his sleeping bag on the ground.  He stared at them, hoping they would get the hint, but they just stared back.  It was annoying how persistent these kids could be.  It's easier to herd cats,

"Unless this is school related, go to your seats."  His voice droned even more tiredly then normal.  He hadn't gotten any sleep the night before. Again.  He was exhausted and ready for a nap.  Midoriya stepped closer, clutching his journal to his chest as if he were afraid it would be snatched out of his hands.

"It does have something to do with school, sir!"  His brows furrowed with determination. "A-and I'm sorry, but we won't sit down until you answer them!"  He puffed out his chest a little.  Aizawa wasn't sure whether he should admire his courage or give him detention.  Detention sounded tempting but too much work.

"Fine.  One."  Words were too much works as well.  He picked up his sleeping bag and unzipped it.  As Midoriya opened up his journal, Aizawa fished out a juice packet from his bag.  With cold dead eyes, he stared at Midoriya as he popped it open.  The several, rather annoying, students murmured among themselves as they tried to pick out the one question they should ask.  Normally, this might be slightly amusing.  But not today.  Today, Aizawa just wanted to take a nap then go back out into the city and hunt Mic down.  But the school required he worked.  They almost took him off the investigation because of the consideration of how his feelings could get in his way.  But he was able to convince them to let him stay due to the fact that he knew Mic better then anyone.

"We have our question Mr. Aizawa."  This snapped him out of his thoughts as he blinked groggily.  A question.. they wanted to ask a question.  He took a moment to come to before gesturing to them to continue.  Iida took this as an opportunity to ask.

"Was there a place that Mr. PresentMic frequently visited? Or someone or something that he could not live without?  Has his house been searched to see if he took any of his belongings?"

"Iida... that's not one. question."  Aizawa glared at them softly.  The questions weren't even school related.  "I've changed my mind.  Everyone change into their track suits, we're going to go train."  A frequently visited place... that's something Aizawa hadn't thought of yet.  How could he have been so stupid?  Maybe it was the lack of sleep.  It's always the lack of sleep.  He chugged the rest of his juice and made his way past the complaining children.  He's glad they asked, even if they weren't.  He now has a new lead on where to look for PresentMic.

(A/N) I should be working on my finals haha