An Unlikely Encounter

I murmured under my breath, trying to keep it private, but Midnight's sharp ears picked up on my comment. She promptly dissolved into peals of laughter, her eyes sparkling with amusement. I felt my cheeks flush even more, and I could swear steam was coming out of my ears as I grew flustered. "Mic, what's going on?" Midnight asked, still chuckling, her voice husky and teasing. "What is it, Nemuri?" Mic asked, turning to her with interest. "What did the little fan say?" I shot Midnight a pleading glance, my eyes wide with a silent plea of "please, please no". She acquiesced with a teasing chuckle, her laughter slowly dying down. "Nothing, nothing," she said, her eyes still sparkling with mirth. "But Shouta, I think you should give her that autograph. She's a true fan." Aizawa grunted something in response, his expression a mixture of discomfort and amusement. He looked pretty out of his comfort zone too, and that at least reassured me a little bit. I'm not the only antisocial freak in this situation. "You really sure, kid?" He asked again, his voice low and smooth. I nodded vigorously, my ponytail bobbing up and down. "Yes!" I exclaimed, bowing even lower, clenching my eyes shut. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. Breathe in and out, in and out. "I would be honored to receive your autograph, Eraserhead-san! If- If it doesn't bother you, of course." His face was quite clearly telling me "yes, yes it bothers me", but he scratched his cheek and replied, not without some embarrassment: "No, of course not. Do you have a paper and pen?" I held them out to him, my hands trembling with excitement. When his fingers brushed against mine for a second, I felt a spark of electricity, and for a moment, I forgot about the age difference between us. No, wait, I'm eight. It definitely is. Cursed be my kid body.