a micnight au where they’re regular teachers at different schools & have to go to a boring regional conference for instructors. hizashi is the mc/host charged with attempting to hype up a crowd of underwhelmed & underpaid adults who all just got a terrible night’s rest in shitty hotel rooms. hizashi walks out on stage in the most ridiculous outfit nemuri has ever seen & immediately goes. oh yeah. that’s on the to-do list for this week.
This snippet alone is rated T. The larger work will not be.
619 words, no warnings.
Nemuri was way over this shit, but she didn’t exactly have a choice here. She pushed through the auditorium doors, coffee clutched like a lifeline in her hand. All the teachers at the regional conference took up about 3/4 of the total seats and probably more coffee than a full house could stomach. Nemuri didn’t know about the other regional schools, but for theirs, attendance was mandatory.
Usually, she could see the ‘why’ behind the different training and workshops they had her do. But this, she thought as she made her way to the sparsely-populated back rows of seats, was just cruel and unusual.
She spotted Shouta, his presence apparently dark and menacing enough to save her several seats on either side of him. Nemuri hopped the back of the seats in her pencil skirt and heels to shimmy into the squeaky fold-down theater seat next to his. “Morning, sunshine,” she greeted before throwing back half of her coffee in one go.
Shouta glowered at her over his coffee and scarf.
“Did you sleep as well as I did or are you only on your second cup?”
It got her a dry exhale-through-the-nose laugh. “They really outdid themselves this time. I don’t think we’ve ever had accommodations this bad.”
“What was it Nezu called it? Quaint?”
Shouta rolled his eyes.
Quiet as he was, he was still more talkative than most of the crowd. Nemuri would bet money that everyone else dragging themselves here from shitty hotel rooms way too early in the morning were exactly as enthused to be here as she was.
She scanned the collection of teachers from all the high schools within a certain radius—their ages ranging from ancient to freshly saddled with student loans—and wondered if any among them would prove any fun or if this was going to be a ‘get wasted with Shouta, be in bed by 9PM, and come in together the next day with headaches and sunglasses’ sort of conference.
But then the lights dimmed and the little murmur there was quieted. A beat of awkward silence passed before classic rock abruptly kicked to life from crackly old speakers.
Their host sprinted onto the stage and struck a pose, microphone wire flying with the motion. “GOOOOD MORNING, REGIONAL TEACHERS’ CONFERENCE!”
Shouta sank further into his seat like it might eat him if he was lucky.
Nemuri sat forward.
Because the host was a fucking sight to behold—hair gelled straight up and pinned in place by a pair of headphones, orange shades reflecting nothing but the auditorium spotlights, leather clothes all the way down. Kind of punk-y, kind of the most outrageous thing Nemuri had ever seen. Whatever the hell was going on with the getup, Nemuri decided then and there she was all about it. Stupid conference be damned, she was going to find something—or, better, someone—interesting to do by the end of this week.
Shouta pinched the bridge of his nose next to her.
The host gripped the mic like a rockstar. “HOW ARE WE FEELING TODAY?!”
The question echoed unanswered in the tired auditorium.
“ALRIGHT! Don’t worry, listeners, by the end of the week we’ll all be well-acquainted—” Nemuri was certainly planning on it— “and we’ll get that energy through the roof!” This was punctuated, right before Nemuri’s eyes, with a leap and a fist pump.
She whipped around in her seat toward Shouta with a manic glee to make sure he was seeing this too. Shouta didn’t so much as glance her way, arms crossed over his chest. “Don’t you dare.”
“Shouta Aizawa, how could I not?!” she whispered back.
Oh yeah, she thought, sitting back in her seat and crossing her legs decisively. That’s going on the to-do list.
amab nonbinary mic means so much to me. like hell yeah he's nonbinary, he can use whatever pronouns he wants, dress however he wants, he only has a gender when its funny
Okay, so I was having a chat with an old pal o' mine and now I'm really curious. What kind of top surgery scars do you think aizawa or mic have? Honestly any trans hc you got on these dorks would be very much appreciated.
