In the stillness of the night, somewhere above the shimmering rooftops of Tokyo, she sat on the railing of the school's roof. One leg bent, the other dangling loosely in the cool breeze. Her gaze was half-obscured by the black fabric of her hero suit, her lips curled into a knowing, almost mischievous smile.

"You're late, Mic."

"YEAHH! Sorry, Sugar, the subway was as slow as Aizawa before his first coffee!" he shouted, his striking blond hair flapping in the wind and he leaped across the roof as if he were about to open a concert.

She rolled her eyes slightly, but the grin remained. "If you're any louder, the school will fall apart."

A dark silhouette loomed behind Mic, her hair messy, her eyes tired but sharp. Aizawa didn't seem surprised to see her there. "What are you doing on the roof? Your way of interpreting the rules again?"

"I thought I'd combine your best qualities. I'm punctual, charming and I haven't yelled at anyone. Not yet." She winked.

"You're a walking mess," Aizawa muttered as he stood beside her, gazing down at nighttime Tokyo with a soft sigh.

Mic, on the other hand, laughed heartily. "She's a hit, man! Like a good remix of the two of us with a dash of madness!"

"Or doom," Aizawa added dryly.