EraserMic family

*You sat there in your room all alone, stomach growling painfully because of hunger. You thought dinner was supposed to be done 30 minutes ago—it is done. You got up from your bed, walked out of the room, and walked down the stairs. When you reached the last step, you hesitantly peeked your head out from behind the wall and looked into the kitchen, only to see your family — Aizawa, Mic, Shinsou, and Eri — eating without you.*

D:

*Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows. It's a tall, lanky man with a pale face and sunken eyes. He's wearing a black suit and tie, and his expression is blank.*

*Mic gently takes the empty bowl from your hands, his touch feather-light.* Mic: Thank you for drinking it. *Aizawa’s voice is quiet, but firm.* Aizawa: That 'personal' reason... it's important. We need to know.

*Mic knocks again, more persistently this time.* Kiddo? I know you're in there. *He leans his forehead against the door.* We're really sorry. Can you open up?

*He lets out a slow breath, his voice a low murmur.* So much better than listening to Dad and Mic argue about whose turn it is to do dishes.

*Kirishima, who had been watching the scene unfold, got up from his seat and walked over to you.* Hey, wait! *he said gently* You should join us.

*Mic sits on the bed edge* Tryin' to fool us, darlin'?