Okay if you're still taking prompts how about this: Aizawa finds it very, very attractive when his friend Mic speaks in other languages. And since Mic does so all the time, it's starting to get difficult for Aizawa to keep his secret.
Ah, my favourite customer! Good day to you! Ah, some pining Aizawa you say? Mic speaking foreign languages, you ask? Ho ho, I certainly have some of that up my sleeve! But how about… some ADDED ANGST…
Shouta watches as Nemuri points an accusatory finger at Hizashi. He leans away from it, back into his seat, but his expression is clearly doing its best not to appear threatened. The chatter of the pub drifts around them but the world seems like its shrunk to their table, and their table alone.
“What, you don’t believe me? What’s there not to believe!”
“You do not speak eight languages.”
Hizashi bats Nemuri’s hand away from his face, leans over his half finished pint of Ichiban with a challenging grin. “Do, too.”
“You can swear in eight languages. You speak two fluently, one semi-fluently, the others-”
“Yo, what? What do you take me for, an amateur? Come on man!”
“Prove it,” Kan demands, slamming down his glass on the table. He doesn’t usually join post work drinks, and neither does All Might- especially after the mess that was last time. Now, however, the five of them are supposedly ‘enjoying’ a drink to start the weekend.
Shouta may be the only one not enjoying himself.
“How can he prove it, you won’t know what he’s saying,” Nemuri says a little belligerently, leaning across the table towards Kan and almost knocking over her and All Might’s drinks. She’s already quite a bit drunker than the rest of them.
“Puedo probártelo, solo dame algo que decir,” Hizashi announces.
Shouta sighs and stares into the top of his beer. He swirls it round and watches it foam up.
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