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Ch. 11: Two Worlds

"Are you almost here, Doc?" Mic leaned against his motorcycle near a street light on his phone.

"Yeah, sorry, I woke up late and then when I tried to fly I forgot to wear my special hoodie and oh gosh I'm sorry!"

He smiled, "Yo yo yo, relax. I'm not going anywhere."

A lion's roar erupted from behind him, making him drop his phone and run away behind his bike.

Mother Nature burst out laughing knowing she caught him perfectly. "Oh gosh, you know I thought I'd scare you in your classroom the other day but this was wayyyyy better."

"I wasn't scared," He played it off. "Just trying to make you feel good, you know?"

"Yeah yeah yeah, so where are we going again?"

He looked up at her and suddenly took notice of how wonderful she looked, without really even trying. She wore a maroon hoodie with a jean jacket over it, black leggings and converse with her hair braided to the side.

"Hizashi?"

He snapped out of it. "I — OH! We're going to my studio!"

"How are we getting there?"

Mic slapped the seat of his bike, "This of course!"

"Is it safe?" She walked closer to it, inspecting the sides.

"Pfft, is it safe? I wouldn't ride it if it wasn't safe, Doc!"

"I doubt that, but, I trust you."

"Great!" He walked over to his saddlebag, "I brought you a —" Upon gazing at her he realized she couldn't even use one if she wanted to. "—Oh..."

"Yeah, ram horns. They're a helmet of their own."

He shrugged, "Alright. Let's get moving then!"

Hizashi sat on his bike and started it up. The engine rumbled like thunder. He looked back to see her excited yet nervous.

"Hop on!" He called out using his quirk.

Nature walked overstepping over the back. She then crossed her arms and kept to herself. Meanwhile, he waited for her to hold on, but it never came. After a few moments, he turned off the bike.

Mic turned towards "What's wrong?"

"What do you mean? I'm ready to go.."

"But you're not holding onto me, sweets."

She blushed, "I-I'm supposed to hold onto you?"

"Yeah! So you don't fall off. That alright?"

"Yeah! No, that's fine! I just didn't want to - like - I don't know..." Tigris turned her head away.

"Don't worry about it, Doc. Just hold on tight, I got yah, okay?"

"Okay..."

He faced the front of his bike again, tossed his hair in a bun, then started the bike. She lightly wrapped her arms around. The bike took off and her grip tightened. This made Mic smiled, not because she was nervous, but that they were so close.

The streets were filled with Friday night traffic. The nightlife in Musutafu was wild sometimes. People traveled the streets in groups from bar to bar laughing and having a good time.

In the middle of the city sat tall buildings but one in particular held Mic's radio station. The top of the building held glass windows that illuminated changing colors adding to the dynamic nightlife.