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T-Trouble. Present Mic x Reader

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        Already in the break-room, though lunch was technically still about fifteen minutes away, you took a seat at one of the old, badly worn tables and prepared to eat. Soon after unpacking your lunch, you heard the door open and shut. With exams quickly approaching, you were surprised another one of the teachers had decided to cut class by a few minutes. Before you had even seen his face, you heard Yamada sigh. Sure you already knew the answer, but unable to stop yourself from doing a little light teasing, you turned around in your seat and smiled. “Hey, how's that little game of yours treating you?”

“What game?” Feigning ignorance, albeit rather poorly, he rubbed the back of his head before letting out a forced chuckle. “Oh ho ho, you mean the special training mission I've got going on?” A wide, twitchy smile pulling at his lips, his lies never had a chance at convincing you. “It's going great. Never better.”

His voice might have sounded upbeat and excited, but you knew better than to believe him. His body language was that of someone who had been completely defeated. “They're tearing you apart, aren't they?”

“No, no, they're just not as enthusiastic as I expected they would be.” Taking a seat at the table, Yamada lazily waved his hand about, dismissing your suggestion. Less than a second later, however, he dropped his head to the table top and let out a long moan. “Yeah, they are.”

“I figured as much.” Now feeling a little bad for teasing him, you looked for a way to encourage him. The day was only half over, so he needed all the encouragement he could get. Gently patting his head, you assured him that he was doing a good job substituting. “Kid's can be pretty cruel, especially at that age. You just have to take what they say with a grain of salt and keep on going.”

“That's true.” Pushing himself up to a seated position once more, he weakly placed his lunch on the table and started to eat. “Maybe I should try to come up with something even more spectacular to do after lunch. Something that'll really catch everyone's attention.”

“Nah, I wouldn't worry about that if I were you.” As much as he loved to entertain, the last think he needed was to come up with another plan simply to be shot down again. He might not have shown it, but you knew Yamada didn't take negative feedback well. This was especially true when it came to “his audience”. “It wouldn't have mattered what you decided to do today, someone would have still acted out about it. You can't win when you're dealing with high-schoolers.”

All too ready to agree with you, Yamada laughed, despite his mouth being full of food. “I guess you're right about that.”

“I am, trust me.” Glad he already seemed to be in better spirits, you scooted your chair a bit closer to his. “Besides, you and I had a pretty good time together.” Grinning playfully, you began nudging him in the side with your elbow. “Right?”

Almost choking on his tea once he realized what you were talking about, Yamada slammed his cup down with such force, the liquid inside splashed up, spilling all over the table and his lap. “R-right!” Terribly flushed, he tried to jolt away from the hot liquid that was now covering the front of his pants, only to fall flat on his back. When his head hit the floor, his glasses went flying across the room, landing who knew where. Thoroughly embarrassed by everything that had just happened, he looked up at the ceiling and began laughing at himself. “That we did.”

“You're a real mess sometimes, you know that?” Hardly able to believe that he'd had such and adverse reaction to what you'd said,  you rubbed the bridge of your nose, then looked back down at him. He wasn't showing any sign that he planned to get up. He was simply laying there, a self loathing expression filling his otherwise glassy eyes. “Are you not going to get up?”

“I'll get up. You never stay down long in show business.” Yamada was still trying to maintain his overzealous persona, but he was doing a poor job of it. “I'm just taking five, that's all.”

Not accustomed to seeing him like this, you placed that last bit of your lunch on the table and turned your attention to helping him. “Come on.” Sighing softly, as you knew any hope for a quiet, relaxing lunch had flown out the window, you stood from your seat and pushed in your chair. “You need to find a change of clothes. You can't go back into class looking like that. The students will eat you alive.”

“They already are.” Though still on his back, he shrugged dramatically. “But who knows, maybe a little comic relief is just what I need to get my ratings through the roof!” Snapping, as if an idea had hit him, Yamada thoughtfully stroked his chin.

“I don't think so. If you really want to get on the student's good side, I'd suggest bringing in some sort of snack.” You couldn't tell if he was actually trying to be positive about the situation, or if he had just given up entirely. Either way, you were sure he'd recover soon enough, so there was really no reason for you to indulge his current behavior. “Now, we need to find your sunglasses too.” Turning away from him, you looked around the tiny room in search of his glasses.  As bright and flashy as they were, it didn't take you long at all to spot them wedged between the dark cushions of the couch. “Ah, here they are.”

“Just leave them on the table baby.” Winking, though he wasn't actually looking at you, Yamada made no attempt to get up.  “I'll grab them when I make my comeback.”

“Would you get up already.” Actually a little annoyed with him, you were having a tough time not just leaving him there. If it hadn't technically been your fault that he was in the state he was in, you would have done just that. Inwardly wishing you weren't so prone to feeling guilty over little things like this, you let out another sigh. “There's no way you're still embarrassed.” With a shake of your head, you knelt down beside him and placed his glasses back where they belonged. “There, now seriously, get up and get some new pants.”

“Ah ha! That's much better!” After making a quick adjustment to his glasses, all of Yamada's worries seemed to vanish. Springing up with just a little too much vigor, he almost succeeded in knocking you backwards. Had he not grabbed the front of your shirt with lightning speed, you had no doubt you would have been laid out on the floor by now. Though you were relieved that you hadn't fallen, you found yourself unable to thank him. This was because with the threat of falling now gone, you now realized where he had grabbed you. Both you, and Yamada blushing like a couple of school kids, he hurried to let go of your shirt, but he simply wasn't fast enough.

“Well now what do we have here?” Having seen who knew how much of what had just happened, the principal strode into the break-room with his paw-like hands laced behind his back.

Your face even more red now than it had been before, you clumsily rose to your feet and tried desperately to keep him from getting the wrong idea. “I don't know what you saw, or what you think you saw, but it's really not like that. I promise.”

“Oh come now, don't try to hide it. I know everything that goes on in this school. It's my job.” Chuckling softly, which made it perfectly clear that he didn't believe you, Nezu lifted a paw to his mouth and whispered out his next sentence. “Besides, I've heard from a few students that you and Yamada have been kissing.”

“T-that's not-.” Unable to make your voice come out, you looked to Yamada for help, but received none. For once, he actually seemed to be speechless.

“That's what I thought.” Pleased that neither you, nor Yamada had tried to argue with him, Nezu nodded. “Now, I don't mind the staff having personal relationships with one another, it's only natural after all, but let's try to keep that out of school, hmm?”

“R-right.” Agreeing simply because you didn't know what else to do, you hung your head. “Okay.”

“Good, see how simple that was? Now, I'll leave you two to enjoy the rest of your lunch.” Smiling, Nezu turned around to leave as if his only reason for entering the break-room at all had been to talk to the two of you. “Oh, before I go.” Just before walking out of the door, he turned his eyes to Yamada and chuckled. “Make sure you get some new pants. You wouldn't want the students to make a laughing stock out of you, now would you?”

For a moment or so after Nezu was gone, the break-room remained perfectly quiet. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Yamada rose to his feet and gave your shoulder a reassuring pat. An awkward laugh forcing its way past his lips, he tried to make light of the situation. “W-well, at least he wasn't long-winded this time.”

Though it was little consolation to what had just happened, and you were still annoyed and confused as to why Yamada hadn't tried to set Nezu straight, you couldn't bother to bring any of that up. “Yeah.” Needing to escape the awkward atmosphere, you decided to head back to class early. “Now seriously, go get changed. The last thing I need is for my students to think I'm dating someone who...” Letting your sentence go unfinished, you gestured to his tea stained pants. “Well, you know what I'm saying.”

Laughing loudly as you walked away, Yamada waited until you were long gone before letting himself deflate on the couch. Though he hadn't said it, he had no clothes to change into, which meant he was very likely going to be stuck like this for the rest of the day. With no change of clothes, and no time to go get one, he could only sigh. “Maybe they won't notice.”
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