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“What did the students do when they saw you all dolled up?” Mic asks, sipping his drink.
Shouta fiddles with the cuffs of his smart shirt, a wry smile appearing on his face as he remembers the shocked faces of his students and the cries of “Sensei, you actually look smart!” when they saw him wearing his smart clothes in their last lesson of the day.
“They were surprised,” he says, understating the fact.
Mic laughs. “Yeah, I bet. It’s always a shock to see you looking like you haven’t just got out of bed.”
Raising his eyebrows, Shouta says, “What about you? How did everyone react to you having your hair down?”
As if on reflex, Mic runs his fingers through his soft hair. It looks so different that when it is gelled into a strange style; Mic usually wears his hair heavily gelled (liking the sensory aspects of it), but it’s always nice to see his long hair down, flowing freely down his back.
He laughs. “Yeah, a few of them were shocked. Midoriya thought I was someone else!”
Mic laughs hysterically, almost losing control of his Quirk but still creating a laugh that makes Shouta’s ears ring. He clamps his hands over his mouth, smiling sheepishly.
But Shouta simply smiles and says, “It’s okay.”
He’s used to Mic nearly losing control of his Quirk (it happens when he is stressed or has a meltdown or is just really happy), and is always ready to clamp his hands over his ears and use his own Quirk to stop the noise. So he doesn’t make a big deal out of it, and Mic’s smile becomes one of gratitude.
Once the rest of the people in the restaurant have stopped glaring at Mic, they clink glasses and smile.
“I like these date nights, Shouta,” Mic says.
“So do I,” Shouta mutters. “That’s why we do this.”
Mic laughs, more controlled this time, and reaches across the table to squeeze his hand. Shouta glances around, just making sure none of their students are here (those kids are incredibly nosy, and always want to know about how ‘your relationship with Mic-sensei’ is going), before smiling and interlocking their fingers.
“I love you,” Mic says.
Shouta rolls his eyes, watching his husband bounce his leg up and down under the table. But he still says, “I love you too.”
“Now, what do you fancy eating?” Mic says, still holding his hand as he reaches for the menu.
Shouta sighs. This is always his least favourite part of a meal; he never knows what to choose. He looks at Mic and says, “Choose whatever you want, and I’ll just have that.”
Mic grins. “Good plan.”
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That night, as the couple enjoyed their date night, they failed to notice something. When Krishima walked past the restaurant on his way to his favourite takeout place, he happened to glance through the window and saw the teachers on a date.
Naturally, he told Bakugou the moment he saw him, but Bakugou didn’t give a crap. So he told Midoriya instead, and soon the whole of Class 1-A knew that the two teachers had been on a date that night.
And Shouta discovers all of this the next day in class, when the majority of his students start asking him about how his date went.
“Was your date nice, Sensei?”
“Did you and Mic-sensei have a good time, ribbit?”
“Yeah, that’s a right swanky place, so it must’ve been good.”
And Shouta simply rolls his eyes and climbs into his sleeping bag. He’s too tired for this. He sleeps for the rest of the lesson, letting Iida, the class president, take over.