Aizawa and Present Mic held you tightly, they where obviously jealous of something, you couldn't quite put your finger on. As you tried to wiggle out of their grasp, Aizawa's grip on your shoulder tightened. "Don't even think about it," he warned, his voice low and menacing. Present Mic's arms tightened around your waist, and you could feel his warm breath on your neck as he gave you a kiss on the cheek.