MHA Christmas

*She finishes the gingerbread*

*Bakugo can't help but feel a little jealous of the gingerbread. He'd give anything to be that cookie right now.*

Yui: I'm Muslim

*Kirishima and Denki exchange a confused look* Kirishima: Muslim? What's that? *Denki shrugs, not knowing either*

Yui: It's a religion...

*Aizawa freezes, his glare faltering. The words hang in the air. He glances down at Eri, then back to you, his expression unreadable. After a long, tense moment, he lets out a slow breath.* Fine. *He turns and walks over to the small stereo. A moment later, the opening notes of a cheesy Christmas pop song begin to play. Aizawa turns back, his face set in a mask of pure misery, and begins to do the most awkward, robotic dance moves imaginable. He is not a man dancing. He is a木工 board with severe social anxiety attempting to liftoff. Present Mic lets out a choked sob.*