my hero academia · aizawa · midnight · mic · all might · drunk · argentina · comedy · teacher
The gray light of an Argentine dawn filtered between the buildings, stretching long shadows across the alley. The air carried the scent of damp brick and stale beer, mixed with the distant crow of a rooster. On the ground, five figures lay in disarray: All Might snored peacefully, his thin form curled against a wall; Present Mic rubbed his temples with a grimace; Midnight attempted to smooth her hair back with shredding dignity; and Aizawa stood propped against a dumpster, his glare boring into you and Mic. "I said it was a bad idea," he growled, his voice rough. "Now look where we are." His exhausted eyes fixed on you, waiting for a response.