Breaking Curfew (for crazyxanime)

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A short vibration was felt from the phone in Hitoshi's pocket. It caught his attention, and he pulled the device out of his jacket pocket to check the message that was sent. The screen's brightness stood out as he walked along the road at night making his way home.

Had fun, see ya tomorrow night again! The text read, the sender being another classmate of his. The young hero was beginning to get closer to others at school, not being so distant, and taking opportunities to have a bit of fun when he was able to. Most of the time, students were constrained by their own rules on campus and expected to follow them lest they wanted to go over them again with Aizawa in the event that they were broken. Hitoshi's living situation may be a tad different from his classmates, but he still had the same basic house rules to follow. The lad was grateful for a home, and grateful for the fact that somebody was willing to not only take him in but to also give a damn, and to provide the mentorship he needed. He could relate to Aizawa in many ways, and looked up to the man. Although Hitoshi didn't plan on doing something to get himself kicked out, there were the occasional slip ups that any teenager might make. Especially when the opportunity presents itself.

Heroes were no doubt busy people. And even Aizawa had the occasional circumstance come up to where he would be absent for a couple of days handling work. This was one of those times, which meant that Hitoshi would be home with just Mic for a short while. It presented the perfect situation for himself and others to push the envelope and actually have a bit of fun. Once again, although Hitoshi still enjoyed having Mic in his life -- and the other students liked him as well, the man was still quite different from Aizawa. It was easy to write him off as a pushover.

And so, Hitoshi did. He had asked the day before about staying out late to go hang out with a friend, just going to see a movie or something. Really the boys had been hoping to spend some time exploring the city at night. To Hitoshi's slight annoyance, no exceptions were made in terms of staying out, even for a safer reason such as a movie. And although he weighed his options beforehand, Hitoshi wasn't satisfied with the answer, and decided to do his own thing anyway. After all, with Aizawa away he figured the worst he'd get would be some lecture from the radio host. So he went through with it, and even had plans to meet up with the same person tomorrow for a bit more fun before classes resumed after the weekend.

He got to typing a reply as he finally got back to his home, knowing that he probably could have been more discrete but again ultimately not paying much mind to what he was doing. It was late, and Mic could easily be in bed already or something of that sort. Hitoshi was just.. Taking a walk, or getting some air, or whatever excuse he'd throw if he needed to. Getting to the door, he tucked his phone back into his pocket and turned the handle in a slow manner, trying to keep quiet to some degree. To his surprise, a few lights were still on when he stepped in. But he wasn't willing to stick around, so got to kicking off his shoes before he'd go straight to his room for the night, hopefully undetected.

[crazyxanime]

Despite the fact that rules were made to be broken – and Hizashi had demolished his fair share back in his younger days – they were still in place for a reason. They hadn’t been carelessly created, the two instructors making sure they were on the same page when they’d decided what time the young student would have to be home by. It wasn’t only a restriction for him, but the rest of the UA, each and every teenager expected to be in their rooms and asleep. It was for their own good, and to make sure that everyone could stay safe. Villains could lurk around every corner, and the last thing anyone needed was to get ambushed in the middle of the vast and deadly night.

So, naturally, when the little influencer asked to be allowed a later curfew, the cheery radio host let out a resounding: absolutely not. With the more rigid of the pair gone for work, Present Mic had been left alone to parent; not that he was complaining at all, life as a teacher had prepared him long ago for being in charge. It was true that most of his students could easily change his mind about subjects, and he would give in to the smallest things, but that was simply his attitude. Why stress out over nothing? Of course, there were the rare occasions that he would actually put his foot down, but if he could avoid it – and make Shouta do it – why would he go through the trouble himself?

This was one of those times. One of those rare, unheard of moments where the professor had to stand his ground. The young man’s disappearance had caused a whirlwind of worry and pressure, though it hardly took a genius to know exactly where he’d ran off to. It was pretty standard for the apprentices disobey; to be the angsty little teenagers they were and get themselves into trouble. But actually caring for one of them? Well, that just added an extra element to the stressors. Walking into Hitoshi’s room to find an empty bed had immediately put Hizashi on high alert, his first call to Aizawa with an erratic panic that the annulling man had only heard on a handful of instances, but was able to calm after some time. They discussed where the boy had likely run off to, and that he would hopefully return within a few hours. They also discussed what Yamada should do when the young man returned, agreeance that some kind of consequence would have to be implemented, as to encourage the young man to not repeat the dangerous action.

The loud radio host spent the last few hours, texting the love of his life, impatiently waiting, and worrying about his child. The blonde had finally settled on the couch when he heard the door open, scrabbling to stand and nearly knocking his glasses off in the process. Rounding the corner, he caught a glimpse of Hitoshi heading into his room, following to stand in the doorway. The man had changed into sweats, hair pulled into a ponytail – and clearly ready for bed… hours ago. Despite the anxiety that crawled through the dj, his demeanor and smile barely faltered. “Yo, little listener!” The man calls toward the other, leaning against the doorframe. “We need to talk – where and why did you wander off, Hitoshi? You know you should be in bed, right?” The lack of a nickname a telltale sign that the host was not pleased by the other’s actions.

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Once Hitoshi heard sounds of movement he knew that his suspicion was correct in assuming that Mic was indeed still up. However, this didn't raise concern in the young man. He was more focused on ignoring everything else and just getting to his room. When Mic stopped him, Hitoshi didn't feel haste or fear, but instead a feeling of slight annoyance over the fact that he was being stopped and questioned.

"Yeah I know I was late. But I'm here now, so don't worry about it." He said casually. Mic's typical carefree attitude and proneness to occasionally let little things slide had Hitoshi also taking up an attitude like it for this situation. It was a stark contrast to how he'd be handling it if it were Aizawa catching him coming in late and questioning him about it. But Mic certainly wasn't Aizawa, that was for sure. Hitoshi wasn't even bothering with spilling an explanation, and he certainly wasn't willing to have a talk about it.

Instead, he went back to getting ready to for bed, not paying too much mind to the man. He took his phone from his pocket, put it on the nightstand near his bed. Then went to unzipping his jacket and tossing it aside. "I'm going to bed now, guess you are too? See you in the morning." It was certainly bold, but Hitoshi wanted to shut down the conversation and avoid it altogether. He had at least a small bit of confidence that it would work on Mic, so he went for it. Talking to him like he was talking to just another friend from school.

[crazyxanime]

How very audacious of the boy to blatantly, and nonchalantly, treat the blonde figure. Bright demeanor falters, frown forming at the drop in conversation. As if the boy were in charge of their talk. As if he could snap his fingers and the teacher would disappear into his room, sleep, and act completely normal in the morning. Actually, it was rather rude – even for Hitoshi’s normal, blunt behaviors. No, this was different in a way. Normally his attitude was endearing to the musical man, but in the middle of the night, with defiance, when he was in the wrong? Absolutely not.

“You know you have to be home at a certain time – and we discussed yesterday that this is not negotiable.” Not until he was older, trained better, and able to protect himself. Long legs move the host further into the room. Stopping beside the student, lanky fingers reach out and take hold of the phone that was set down on the nightstand. No more Mister Nice Mic. Time to step up to be a proper parent. “You were supposed to be home hours ago, do you know how worried I was?”

Feet begin to move again, heading toward the door; not releasing the phone in his hand, but instead bringing it with him. “Grounded! This is mine for a week, kiddo. You don’t get to do whatever you want without any repercussions.” It’s still difficult for him to be so hard on Hitoshi, even if most would say he was being too kind – including Aizawa. “You wanna sleep, fine. But we’re still having this conversation. Maybe you’ll be in a better mood in the morning.” Despite the stern attitude, the man reaches out, wanting to hold the other before going to sleep. No one wants to go to sleep angry.

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"Wh- Hey stop it!" Hitoshi blurted out, as Mic picked up his phone. He wasn't paying much mind to Mic's words about how worried he might have been, instead the young man was more focused on the confiscation of his phone over something so minor, in his eyes. He was more focused on now not being able to text his friend or anybody else for that matter, making it difficult to rendezvous with them the next night as Hitoshi had been set on already. Most people who had a set plan to do something didn't appreciate somebody else telling them "no" and Hitoshi wasn't enjoying it either, even if Mic was willing to go over the reasons behind the rules that are set. They certainly weren't seeing eye to eye.

"No way. Why am I being grounded? I didn't do anything wrong, all I did was just get home a little late! Not even a big deal -- you've even been late to a class, it just happens!" He said, frustrated. Once again, he was convinced that his actions weren't so bad, and that Mic should ultimately let it go. It was weird to see the man get a bit stern, and Hitoshi wasn't liking it. With Mic actually acting like a parent, it was a little different and something Hitoshi didn't often see. Nor really respect, hence the continuation of the argument. Hitoshi was seeing this as just unfair to have Mic all bent out of shape over one missed curfew.

"Just give me my phone back, stop being ridiculous!" He argued, both of them were probably pretty tired at this moment but Hitoshi was more determined to settle this silly fight and get his phone back, since he had plans and people to talk to. He didn't want Mic getting in the way of that, or anybody else for that matter, and although he knew that it probably wasn't a good idea to keep arguing, he was a little too far into it now to simply back down.

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Perhaps the mistake stemmed from being too friendly, or likeable toward his students; more specifically, the boy currently living under his roof. It was hard to lay down the law when all the newfound father wanted was to have Hitoshi like him – the same way he liked Aizawa, and clearly respected him. The pair had more in common than Hizashi, so being liked was really the only card he could play. Too bad it couldn’t last. Before being a friend, or a teacher, or even a hero, Present Mic was a parent; and sometimes that came with less favorable jobs, like being a disciplinarian and becoming your child’s least favorite parent. A title the dads would have to pass back and forth to each other eventually.

Phone is placed in the pocket of the baggy pants, digits moving under the glasses to brush over the closed eyelids of the dj. Truth be told, he was exhausted, and really didn’t want to continue the conversation. “You weren’t a little late.” Emerald hues glance at the nearest clock, grimacing at the time. He’d have to get up early to make breakfast too. “You’re almost three hours late.” It’s not like it’d just been a few minutes. It doesn’t seem to matter how the, usually, loud mouth responds; the young student has a rebuttal, and a demand. And it certainly gets the elder male’s attention, arms now moving to cross over chest in an attempt to look a little more like an authority figure. Honestly, with how tired he is, he doesn’t know if it’s actually working.

“Enough, Hitoshi.” Voice holding more authority this time around, attempting to channel his inner Shota. “I’m keeping the phone. You’ll get it back when you learn to listen better.” Seems his little listener needs a lesson in opening his ears and keeping his mouth shut. “I told you yesterday, you couldn’t stay out later. I said you had to be home on time, and you weren’t. You were late. You stayed out just like you wanted, and now your consequence is –” Hand moves to pat his pocket, where the phone is peacefully resting. “You’re grounded. Go to bed. We’ll talk about when you can get your phone back in the morning. Good night, little listener.” Final words indicating that the conversation was over, and that the phone would definitely not be returned.

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The teenager was getting frustrated watching his efforts remain unsuccessful. He normally knew how to manipulate people, even without the aid of his brainwashing quirk. Although the young man didn’t normally set out to be underhanded in order to get what he wanted, he had done so in the past before. Things had changed in the recent years, and he had little need to do so, and already didn’t appreciate the stigma associated with his quirk. But in a moment of frustration and exhaustion, and in seeing this new stern parental side of Mic, he was willing to activate it to simply be defiant.

The man had responded to the teen, and although Hitoshi knew he probably wasn’t changing the man’s mind, he could at least be cheeky. Plus, his mind wasn’t on the consequences. He was more focused on the phone and the silly argument. So in activating his quirk, he had the other perform a short simple action of taking the phone out of the pocket, allowing Hitoshi the chance to swipe it back before all returned to normal. He got to quickly texting his pal, something along the lines of “no phone. See you tomorrow at 8 tho” knowing that he may not have the phone but he’d be damned if he was going to cancel everything. No, he wasn’t going to let Mic ruin things just because of a broken curfew one night and the man decided to act all fatherly and concerned.

It was certainly brash, and Hitoshi knew he wasn’t getting the phone back, so tried to remedy it by holding it out for Mic to take again. Still, he displayed defiance in action and words. “Here, just go and take it then. Whatever. G’night.” He said, curt and annoyed. Least he took care of business, and got to toy with the man briefly. It was just about the only thing he could do in this losing situation, other than stomp his foot and accept it. How frustrating.

[crazyxanime]

Had the vocal hero been too harsh? Taking away the only method of communication for a first offense? Was it an inappropriate response? For a moment the teacher could feel his resolve melting away, wanting to reconcile the small argument and make the boy happy again. It doesn’t last long, the world beginning to blur into a heavy fog tugging at the synapses in his brain; the organ no longer holds any control of body, hues glazed over as arm begins to move. Hand shifts into pocket, phone taken out and held out for the student to take, all resistance from the loud man dissipated.

It’s only when Hitoshi speaks that Mic seems to snap back to reality, emeralds shifting in gaze as brain regains control of movement. Digits move slightly at his sides, stretching before closing into tight fists. Jaw clenches in response, hues narrowing as a newfound irritation crawls through the father figure. The boy would have never attempted such a thing with Aizawa. He would have simply followed directions, or so he believes – so why was it so difficult for the screaming hero to receive that same level of respect? If this had been an enemy, if he’d been some other student even, Hizashi might have retaliated with piercing voice, his own quirk vibrating just below his throat. But the family has an understanding, perhaps more implied than actually talked about – don’t use your quirk on one another.

Hand moves without thinking, seemingly going for the phone, but it moves passed it; landing instead on the teenager’s upper arm, grip tugging him closer to the man. Opposing hand pulls back, quickly coming down with an open palm against the seat of Hitoshi’s pants. Maybe he’s not thinking as clearly as he could be, but the movement is repeated, alternating cheeks; each word punctuated by another slap of the covered rear. “We do not use our quirks on each other, Hitoshi! You should know better!” The short loss of control had been a shock to the man's system. Hand pauses in the air, focus seeming to help the man think more clearly – what has he done?

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In the past, Hitoshi would expect a dazed and confused expression on those he held under his control once he finished using his quirk. Many don't even know what had happened, and would be quick to take note of the foggy feeling but would otherwise shrug it off. Course, that was all typical when somebody didn't know about Hitoshi's quirk, and were left in the dark never knowing they were just under a brainwashing spell. But those who were familiar with it, would know what had happened coming out of that state. And the look on Mic's face once he came to made Hitoshi feel for the first time tonight, maybe he took it a little too far. Moments ago it was clear that he didn't worry about consequences, but from the look and the quick action of Mic pulling him over made the young man a bit worried about the consequences now.

"I didn't mean to!" He said quickly, once Mic started with the swats. It was a quick excuse, but not a great one, because they both knew that the quirk doesn't act on its own. But Hitoshi had little time to think about that, as he now was more focused on squirming and getting away from Mic as the elder's words were accented with swats to his backside. This wasn't something Mic did, and Hitoshi wasn't having it. "Just take the phone and fucking leave! Stop it, Mic!" He demanded, gripping said phone and gritting his teeth.

It was clear there was still little respect when it came to treating Mic as a parental figure or one in that role who could be stern or punishing. Hitoshi didn't appreciate it and would rather simply deal with Aizawa than face consequences with the other parent. It was almost annoying to the young man that Mic was stepping into a role not normally seen with him, and the boy could play that game and call him by name rather than something with affection, such as dad or other variations of that title. No, Mic was being mean, and the stubborn boy didn't want to call him anything like that right now.

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Something seems to deflate within the voice hero at the aggressive words; one hand lowers to his side, the other keeping hold of the boy’s arm. Was it so much to ask that the little brainwasher give him a minimum of respect? The colored language, coupled with the mandate only works upset the father further. A heartbreak, if he’d ever felt one. It would be so simple to give the young teenager what he wanted; to simply let him go, let him have his phone, and allow him to do anything that he pleased. Hell, he’d probably make a quick recovery to being favored – seeing as he’d give in so easily. But he couldn’t do that. Not when his child could have easily put himself into a dangerous situation, just by disobeying a simple curfew. And if he was allowed to do that, then what other chaos and destruction would follow? The last thing he wanted was to lose someone important to him… Not again…

Grip doesn’t falter, instead tugging Hitoshi with toward the bed. The blonde takes a seat. Despite the lanky body, the DJ held a decent amount of strength – and how fortunate for him, he’s able to handle a majority of his students. The small mentalist being no exception. Even with the squirming and excessive movement, he’s able to pull the boy to stand between his legs. Movement is smooth. The free hand takes hold of the cell phone, easily tossing it onto the mattress; simultaneously, the other pulls down on the arm being held, guiding his son to end up over his lap.

Limb wraps around the small waist instinctively in an attempt to keep him in place. “I need you to listen to me, Hitoshi.” The boy wasn’t going to get out of this without reprimand. “What you did tonight was unacceptable. You can’t stay out late with your friends. It’s dangerous.” Hand comes down to lay a few smacks on the other’s bottom. “And you need to leave the sass and that language outside, little listener.” Despite the endearing nickname, fingers move to unfasten the boy’s pants, pulling them down to his knees. “I think you need some time away from whoever this bad influence was that you were hanging out with tonight.” A pause in lecture, hand beginning the punishment of the boy’s clad covered behind, delivering ten slaps to each of the mastermind’s cheeks.