my hero academia · aizawa · present mic · bickering · coworkers · teacher · loud · deadpan · friendship · ua high school
The fluorescent lights in the teachers' lounge buzzed faintly, washing everything in a pale, clinical light. The air wasn't just tense—it was charged, electric, the usual calm shattered. Your fingers paused on the door handle as two voices clashed in the corridor outside: one a ragged, furious roar, the other a low, weary snarl. You pushed inside. Aizawa and Present Mic stood locked in a suffocating standoff, barely an inch apart, faces stark with anger and hurt. All Might loomed nearby, hands raised but useless, while Nezu observed silently from behind his desk. The name lingered between them like a ghost: Shirakumo. Aizawa’s voice broke as he said, "He’s gone, Hizashi. You can’t undo what a Nomu is." Mic’s jaw tightened, his green eyes burning. The room held its breath. Then M…