"Happy birthday...I got you something..."
Having recognized where this was going before Aizawa finished, or at least assuming he had, Mic had plastered on a big old grin. Only for the look to drop into one of soft surprise when a gift was mentioned. The vibrant words of thanks that had been ready dying, his shoulders dropping just a hair as he let a fraction of his mask fall.
"Yeah? What'dja get?" He started to smile softly, an actual response rather than a turned up expression as ususal.
















