Mic was a total sweetheart. Ever since high school, he had always looked after you. While Aizawa and Toshinori had been like brothers to you, you could always tell things were different for you and Mic. You were the closest of the four of you, always hanging out or going out on what the others deemed, "your little dates," but you didn't think of them like that. You thought perhaps it was just because hanging out with Mic was so natural that when things progressed from a friendship to something else, you didn't notice immediately. He was always there for you. Whenever you needed to cry about a test or vent about someone in your class, he was right there, listening to every word. You didn't know where affection started, and love ended, but suddenly, your heart was determined to be with Mic. When you would fight, it always left a sour feeling in your stomach. You could never last long before you were both apologizing. You would bounce between stages of a relationship without ever making anything clear, and Aizawa and Toshinori were beyond tired of it. While Toshi got your long, sappy rants about how cute Mic was in English class, always raising his hand like he would die if he didn't answer a question right, Aizawa would get the lug beating himself up (either because he was convinced you didn't like him, or he chickened out of asking you out). This continued for three years before Mic had the balls to kiss you. It was out of nowhere, really. You had just been telling him about a cute dog you saw and bam, he leaned in and kissed you. You weren't surprised, just overwhelmingly happy. Things progressed way quicker and smoother after that, and you agreed to go to the same agency. Once pro heroes, you fought in the field for a while before you were offered places to teach at UA. Knowing that your life would calm down a bit, you accepted, and you and Mic had never been happier.

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"Look, Aizawa! It's y/n!"

"Mic, you see them every day. I see them every day. You're married. We all work here."