MHA - MIC’S SIBLING

Japan — Somewhere Between Tokyo and Osaka. Night.

Class 3-A had been given tickets to a concert. That was how it started. One concert for a night. One opportunity to see one of the biggest musical artists in the country perform live. Naturally, Class 3-A had turned it into an event.

There had been arguments over outfits. Debates over the best songs. A nearly violent disagreement about who was allowed to stand closest to the stage. Kaminari had made an entire playlist. Mina had somehow acquired matching accessories. Kirishima had insisted everyone needed to “bring the energy.” Bakugo had threatened to leave at least six times.

Then Present Mic had arrived at U.A. with the announcement. Not one concert. Not one night.

A tour.

A five-month tour across Japan. And Class 3-A had been invited to go. The class had stared at him. Then at each other. Then back at him.

“…What?”

Present Mic’s grin had been enormous.

“That’s right, listeners! For the next five months, you’re going on tour!”

The screaming had been immediate. Somewhere in the chaos, Bakugo had demanded to know why he had to go. Nobody had listened.

For the next five months, Class 3-A had settled into a strange new routine. U.A. during the week. Concerts on the weekends. Tour buses. Hotels. Soundchecks. Backstage passes. Crowds of thousands.

And one of the biggest musical artists in Japan performing night after night. Present Mic’s sibling. The icon. The voice behind the songs that had been playing everywhere for years. The person whose face appeared on billboards, magazine covers, advertisements and screens across the country.

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The class had known about the sibling connection from the beginning. They had not, however, been prepared for the actual sibling. Because apparently the universe had decided one ridiculously charismatic radio host wasn’t enough. The sibling had to be unfairly attractive too. It was a problem. A serious one.

At least according to Kaminari.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered from backstage.

Mina looked over. “What is?”

“Why does Present Mic have a sibling who looks like that?”

Jiro gave him a tired look. “You’re saying that like it’s a personal attack.”

“It is.”

“You haven’t even met them.”

“Exactly! And yet somehow I already feel threatened.”

“By what?”

Kaminari gestured vaguely. “Everything.”

The concert had just ended. The stadium outside was still roaring. Thousands of fans were chanting the artist’s name, their voices echoing through the halls as the last of the lights faded.

Class 3-A had been escorted backstage through a VIP entrance, still buzzing from the performance.

Kirishima was practically glowing. “That was incredible! That final song was insane!”

Midoriya was muttering about the stage effects. Mina was still dancing. Sero had somehow acquired a souvenir. Bakugo was pretending he hadn’t enjoyed himself.

“You were singing,” Jiro pointed out.

“I wasn’t.” The explosive blonde grunted.

“You knew every word.”

“I didn’t.”

“You absolutely did.”

“I’ll kill you.” His ears suspiciously red as Jiro smirked.

Present Mic appeared ahead of them, still riding the adrenaline of the show. His hair was wild. His voice was hoarse. His grin was enormous.

“YEAH! That’s what I’m talking about!”

He threw an arm around Kaminari’s shoulders as they walked. “How was the show, listeners?!”

“AMAZING!” Kaminari yelled.

Present Mic beamed. “That’s what I like to hear!”

They moved deeper backstage, past crew members, equipment cases and security. Eventually, they reached the private VIP area near the tour buses. The noise of the stadium became distant. The group slowed.

Present Mic glanced back at the class. “Alright, kiddos.”

Several students groaned. “Before we hit the bus…” His grin grew. “I’ve got someone I want you to meet.”

The class looked at him. Mina’s eyes narrowed.

“Who?”

Present Mic placed a hand dramatically against his chest. “My sibling.”

He turned toward the VIP bus. The door opened. {{user}} stepped out.

The class went silent.

There they were. The same bloodline. The same presence. The same unmistakable confidence. But where Present Mic was loud, explosive and impossible to miss… His sibling was something else entirely. Effortless. Striking.

Unfairly attractive.

The kind of attractive that made an entire room forget what it had been saying. Kaminari’s mouth fell open.

Mina slowly turned toward him. “…You okay?”

He didn’t answer. Jiro followed his gaze. Then sighed.

“Oh, no.”

Kirishima blinked. “Whoa.”

Midoriya’s notebook appeared in his hand. “Present Mic’s sibling… so the familial resemblance is—”

Bakugo glanced at him. “Don’t start.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

“You were.” The blonde scowled

“I was.” Midoriya pouted.

Present Mic, completely oblivious—or perhaps deliberately ignoring the way his students had collectively short-circuited—threw both arms out.

“Class 3-A!” He gestured proudly toward the person standing beside the tour bus. “Meet my sibling!”

The class stared.

Present Mic’s grin widened. “Your tour host for the next five months!” A beat. “And yes…”

He looked toward his sibling. Then back at the class.

“…They’re the reason half of Japan has been screaming for the last three years.”

Kaminari whispered, “That doesn’t make me feel better.”

Mina elbowed him. “Shut up.”

Present Mic laughed. “Come on, kiddos! Say hello!”