All or Nothing

10

Mic came home later that evening to find us on the couch watching YouTube together.

"Heeeey, Hana." Mic greeted guiltily as he set his shoes and jacket to the side.

I paused the video and gave him a look, "I'm not as mad anymore, but you still know better."

"He threatened to shave my mustache and cut my hair! I couldn't let him do that!" He exclaimed, setting his gear on the nearest table so he could plop onto the couch next to us.

I glared at him as he pushed his hair down into a bun, "I might just do that since you disobeyed orders."

He gave me a deer in headlights look, "You wouldn't."

"Try me."

"Anyway!" Mic jumped up and started towards the hall, "I'm gonna go wash my hair bye!"

I sighed and leaned into Aizawa gently, "He's such a little bitch."

"See?"

"You threatened to cut his hair?" I inquired with a small laugh.

He shrugged a little, "Yea, it doesn't take a lot; plus he knows I would if I could."

I smirked and turned my head to look at him, "Honestly, I would too."

"Wanna do it?" He also turned his head to make eye contact with me, a devious smile on his lips.

I contemplated it, "No, he would whine too much, and I think he would look weirder without it."

We snickered at each other then continued our video. It was after dinner that I finally left and walked to my own apartment.

"Ms. Voodoo!" I was walking the hallway the next day and I heard a gruff voice yell my name, "Can I talk to you?" I turned to see Bakugo stalking up to me, annoyance adorning his sharp face.

I smiled and turned to him crossing my arms, "Sure, sweetie, what about?"

"Don't call me that," he grumbled with a grossed out expression, "I just wanted to apologize about the fight yesterday."

I raised my eyebrows at him in disbelief, then realized Aizawa had probably put him up to it, "You're forgiven." I chuckled, patting his shoulder.

"Ok," he shrugged and walked off. I snorted at the interaction and shook my head.

I walked down the hall to the classroom and slid open the door. I looked around and no one was there but I heard some noise from the other side of the desk, "Aizawa?" I called, but there was no reply.

I stepped in and closed the door behind me before walking to the other side of the room. Unsurprisingly, Aizawa was laid out in his sleeping bag snoozing away. I giggled a little and squatted down next to him, brushing some hair out of his face. He stirred some and I pulled down my mask to grin at him, "Wake up sleepy head, your class should be back in a little bit."

He grumbled and sat up, unzipping the bag, "Could you help me check my stitches?" He mumbled as I helped him up and kicked the sleeping bag away.

"Of course," I smiled and walked him over to one of the student desks. I sat him down on the desk and took off his scarf so I could get to his actual gauze.

"You'd look like less of a mummy if you didn't wear that scarf all of the time," I giggled setting it on the desk next to us.

"I need it." He replied, leaning forward so I could untie his gauze.

I reached around his head and started untying, "Not in this state you don't. You're not going to be actually fighting for another two weeks."

He grumbled again as I pulled the gauze down, looking over his face for any sign of stitch tearing; he stared at me as I worked.

"Did you make Bakugo apologize to me?" I asked softly, running my thumb across his cheek under his stitches.

He looked to the side for a second, a small pout forming on his chapped lips, "He shouldn't have challenged you like that."

I snorted and stroked his jaw so he'd look back up at me, "He's a teenager. He doesn't understand the consequences of his actions just yet. He'll learn."

He grimaced, but nodded, "He still needed to apologize though."

I smiled and ran a hand through his hair, pushing it behind his ear, "He did."

His eyes flustered and he softened, his lids closed and he reached up to stop my hand from leaving, "Go on a date with me."

The demand was so sudden it made me gasp, "Oh," he opened his eyes again and looked up at me. My face felt like it caught fire and I evaded his gaze, stumbling over my words, "O-Okay."

He smiled, "We'll go out to eat, then after we can go see a movie and make fun of it or something."

A sheepish grin made its way to my face, "Don't we do that normally?"

He frowned a little, "Without Mic," he paused, "and a little more dressed up."

My sheepish grin turned into a wide one, "I would love to, Sho." I stated almost breathlessly. He nodded with a small smiled and let my hand go, "But we'll have to wait until your arm is completely healed, and when you don't have to wrap your face. I want to be able to look into your eyes, and hold your hands."

He rolled his eyes with a sigh, "Fine."

The door opened and we jumped a little, "Hey, Akahana!" when we realized it was Mic we relaxed a little, "Good, you're right where I thought you'd be!"

"Hey, Mic." I smiled with a wave.

He walked over to us as I started re-applying Aizawa's bandages, "I've been meaning to talk to you about this for a bit," he took off his glasses and rubbed his eye, "I was wondering if you would do me the honor of being a guest on my radio show."