After the few stressful months of continuous Villain attacks, the UA staff had gone out for drinks that Friday to unwind, while the students were allowed to return home for the weekend.

You and the other staff has a blast drinking, chatting, and laughing. At some point during the night, you had gone home with Mic.

You could feel the hangover creeping in as you slowly opened your eyes to the bright Saturday sunlight shining through the window- that splitting headache kicking in. And next to you was a shirtless Mic with his hair tied back. He was sitting up against the headboard and working on his laptop. Noticing you stir awake; he turned his head to look down at you and smiled- his gaze soft as he spoke with his usual bubbly demeanor.

"Oh- Good morning!"