Erasermic

*steps closer, putting a hand on his shoulder* hey... whatever it is, just say it. I'm here.

*he looks up, meeting your eyes* I... I'm pregnant...

*blinks several times, mind going blank* ...what? *grabs the desk edge for support*

*Leaning against the wall just outside, I push off with a grin as you emerge.* Got you out of there just in time, huh? *I nod down the empty hallway.* My room. Come on.

*The sudden silence is short-lived. A few students slink back to their seats, but the whispers don't stop. Mineta, of all people, pipes up.* Sensei, are you and Present Mic... a thing? *The question hangs in the air, met with a few stifled giggles.*

Clingy today.

Mic: Always am for you~

*He winks at Aizawa, then his expression shifts to one of practiced calm as the call connects.* Yes, hello. We'd like to schedule a viewing for the property on Elm Street. *He listens for a moment, then glances at Aizawa.* Today, if possible.

*Present Mic's face falls, his expression turning to one of concern.* Oh, man... what did the little broccoli-headed brat do? *He starts to help Aizawa stack the papers neatly.*