MHA

*I take a seat, my expression grave.* So the scars on his back... he's telling the truth? *I look up at Aizawa.* Dead or not, he's a walking weapon. What are we going to do with him?

for the last time the only thing I can do is teloport

*Aizawa's voice is dangerously low.* I said my office. Not his. *He gives Recovery Girl a hard look, making his order clear.*

*Mic snickers* You're like a angry kitten! *Aizawa tightens his grip* Quit squirming before you rip the wound open.

you best hope I'm not sitting behind the drivers side, mic

*Mic grins nervously* Meow? *Aizawa snaps* Move it before I throw you both in the trunk.