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Ch. 14: It's Alright

"I think my tea brewing is getting better!" Hizashi presented her with a cup that was clearly bought from a store.

She smirked at him and took it before he sat down behind his desk.

"Yes, I'm sure this definitely didn't come from down the street, right?"

"Hey, I'm no liar!"

"No, but you bend the truth like a rubber band." She laughed.

He picked up a pencil and began to balance it on his nose, "So, not that I don't absolutely adore your presence, but I got to know sweets, you've been coming around here more often, what's the deal?"

"No deal, can't I come visit my favorite radio host?"

"You see me every day," He smirked. "Somethin's bothering you."

"Not in particular..." She sipped her tea, looking away from him.

"Do you still think I'm not here for the long haul?" The pencil fell off onto the desk to which he picked up and began to doodle on a notebook paper.

"No no, it's not that..."

"Well, what about your other boyfriends?!"

"I don't have any other boyfriends..." She raised a brow at him.

"I'm talking about Aizawa and Toshi, yo." He seemed very concentrated on his artwork.

"I talked to Aizawa last week. Well — he did most of the talking but we're alright now."

"And All Might?"

"...I haven't seen or spoken to him since it all happened..." She gripped the cup a bit tighter.

"Well, there's your issue, Sweets! You still haven't made up with him. He's been your longest friend since you've been here right?"

"Since before I came here. I met him in America." She began to reminisce the beginnings of their friendship.

Tigris stared down at her tea watching the smoke rise from the top. She felt Mic's eyes on her, causing her to look up. Hizashi had taken off his glasses revealing his green eyes.

"It's not like you can see me."

"I'm nearsighted. I don't have to see you though to know you need to talk to him."

He reached his hand across his desk towards her. She flushed red and begrudgingly took his hand in her own.

"The phone works both ways if he wanted to talk he would have called."

"And what about you?" He began drawing again but still holding her hand.

"What about me?"

"Did YOU contact him?"

"...no..."

"Well, his office is down the hall." His grip tightened on her hand.

"Wait —"

"Let's go pay him a visit!" A warm smile grew on his face, his grip tightened even more.

"Mic nO—"

"Mic YES!" He stood up quickly pulling her up as well and towards the door.

She pulled back as hard as she could, surprised he didn't fall over. Where was this strength coming from?

"How the hell are you so strong?!"

"What you don't think I stay in tip-top shape? Pfft!"

Her shoes began to slip on the floor as she was dragged out of the door. Mic though had almost no struggle on his end and a large smile on his face.