"So, welcome to the humble abode of 'Put Your Hands Up' radio!"

Sana took a look around the studio, obviously amazed by it. It all looked so simple and professional, but it also had a touch to it that just screamed Present Mic.

"Wow, this is amazing!", she said, cautiously approaching his desk that sported all of his equipment. She remained about a foot away, just to stay safe. She didn't want to accidentally touch something and be the cause of some sort of disaster.

"It's okay, you can touch it, if you want to," Mic stated, watching the shorter woman with a smile. Her excitement reminded him of a child at Christmas and it only fueled his own confidence.

Sana turned to look at the pro hero, eyes wide, a hand stretched out towards all the equipment "Really? I don't want to break anything!"

Mic laughed at her words and nodded enthusiastically "Yes, I meant it! You can touch it, nothing's gonna happen, don't worry!"

The way her eyes crinkled he could only assume her smile was as bright as the sun above. If only he could see it.

The blond pro hero watched the raven haired woman carefully approach his radio equipment, cautiously running a hand over all the tech that laid before her. Her eyes were glowing with joy as she took it all in, truly enjoying being there.

"This is truly amazing, all of this must've cost a fortune!", she stated, turning her head to look at Mic, who was leaning against the wall just beside his desk, his arms crossed in front of his chest and a proud smile on his face.

"Oh, it did, but with my profession, money comes in easy!", Mic exclaimed, only to quickly slap his hand over his mouth in regret of his choice of words. Sana only tilted her head at him, her brows furrowed slightly at his action.

"I'm sorry, I totally didn't mean to say it like that! AHHH how disrespectful of me! I don't even know if you can afford a normal daily life and go around and boast about my income like that! I'm a horrible person!"

At his distressed outburst, Sana chuckled softly. The way he worried about this subject was quite endearing. She knew that telling him the truth would make him feel even worse, so she only raised her hands and said "No, it's fine. Don't worry, I make enough to survive and that's all that matters to me."

It's not like that was the most sugarcoated answer, but Sana wasn't exactly the best at coming up with impromptu lies on the spot.

Despite that, Mic still looked rather distressed as he replied "I'm so sorry, I really hope I didn't offend you! That was very insensitive of me, it won't happen again!"

"Please, Mic, don't worry. You can't attack me that easily," Sana said with a soft smile, fully turning to face the blond. She carefully leaned against the desk, watching the male regain his composure, before she asked "How is it, balancing your hero work, being a teacher and hosting a radio show?"

While he still looked like he was uncomfortable with his outburst, he tried to push that aside as he spoke "Well, it surely requires a good sense of time management. It took me a while to get used to it, but when you do what you love, it makes life just a lot easier!"

The raven haired woman nodded at his words, her gaze wandering through the studio once more, before they settled on his swivel chair that was only a step away from her.

Apparently Mic caught her gaze and where it went, as he said "You can sit in it, you know? This is the grand tour, after all, so what kind of tour would this be if you didn't sit in my favorite work chair?"

Sana blushed and quickly averted her gaze, her shoes suddenly looking very interesting in that moment.

Mic laughed at her reaction, before he approached her and asked "May I?"

Sana had no clue what he meant but nodded nonetheless. Then she felt his hands on her arms, before he led her to his swivel chair. After he gently pushed her to sit down, he leaned against his desk and grinned down at the woman.

He was glad she was currently looking at her hands that were in her lap, otherwise she would've seen his own cheeks tinted a faint pink. He had, honestly, no clue what was going on, why his insides were going so haywire. This wasn't the first time he interacted with a fan, but his mind and body both seemed to think otherwise.

"So, I know this is supposed to be a day where you can ask questions, as much as your heart desires, but as you now know, I'm just another ordinary man with a busy schedule and a lot of love for his work in his heart! If you don't mind, I would like to ask you some more questions about yourself! Of course, you don't have to, but you have definitely captured my interest, lucky listener!", Mic announced, his broad grin back on his face.

Sana nodded at his words and looked back up at him again, slowly getting more comfortable in his chair. She could see why this was his 'favorite work chair' as he called it.

"Well, if you don't mind me asking then, what do you do for a living?", Mic began, his head tilted in curiosity. He had no idea why, he just felt compelled to know more about this mysterious being in front of him.

"I occasionally do little day jobs, whatever falls into my hands. I haven't found anything yet that really captures me," Sana replied, although even Mic could tell there was something else behind that answer. Something about why she only did little day jobs.

"Well, a captivating woman like you surely must have a lot of people running after you! I bet a lot of people would take you in without a second thought!" What am I even saying????

Sana's eyes widened and quickly she focussed her gaze onto her hands again. She knew she had to tread carefully now. She wasn't exactly fond of the pro hero finding out about her true nature and about why she wasn't actually employed anywhere.

"You're just saying that," Sana began but was quickly interrupted by Mic "No, I'm being honest here! I mean it!"

The woman let out a low sigh, before she looked up to meet his gaze again and said "Thank you."

Mic grinned broadly at her and just waved his hand "Oh don't worry! I don't mind giving out compliments to attractive people!" Seriously, now you need to shut up!

Now her cheeks began to burn a crimson color, almost similar to the announcing hero's eyes. This was one of the moments where Sana was glad she wore a mask. It made hiding her embarrassment a lot easier.

As if the man had read her thoughts, the blond pro hero tilted his head and questioned "Well then, may I ask why you're wearing a mask in here? I'll have you know this room is very well air-conditioned, so basically there's only the finest of fine air in here. I don't think I could concentrate well on my job if there wasn't."

Despite the fact that it was Mic who had his back turned to the wall, Sana slowly started to feel cornered, although she had the entire width of the room behind her. This was not the direction she had hoped this would take.

"I- uh..." Sana began, but had, in all honesty, no clue how to respond to that. She wasn't exactly fond of presenting her childhood trauma to a man she's met barely three hours ago. She just couldn't think of a reasonable excuse to give.

"AHHH I'm so sorry! I made you uncomfortable again!", Mic suddenly yelled, pulling the raven haired woman out of her thoughts. She let out a low sigh of relief, on one hand glad it took this turn but on the other hand pitying the man who, without a doubt, felt like he made mistake after mistake when it came to conversing with her.

"No, no, please don't worry!", Sana replied, standing and slowly approaching the man in front of her.

Carefully, the woman laid her hands on his own that had covered his face and she gently pulled them away. The way her brows furrowed and eyes crinkled at the corners made Mic assume she sent a soft smile his way.

"It's fine, really. I'm just so used to wearing it that it doesn't bother me anymore. I'm sorry if I came across as impolite."

Quickly Mic shook his head "No, don't apologize! I should be the one apologizing! My curiosity got the better of me when I should've just kept my mouth shut, I am very sorry!"

Sana watched him for a moment longer before she laughed softly and Mic quickly followed, both of them laughing at how hilarious this situation seemed. Both of them apologizing for such a small thing.

The woman then took a step back, casting a glance at the clock that hung on the wall.

"I guess I should get home then. It's getting late."

The blond man turned to look at the clock, before he turned back and looked at the woman. There was no denying it. Just one glance at her and Mic knew she had already caught his interest.

"Well then, before you go...I would like to, uh, I would like to give you my private number," with each word Mic spoke, he got quieter and quieter, until he just mumbled the last few words into nothing.

Sana tilted her head, not having quite understood him "What did you say? I'm sorry, I didn't catch that-"

"I would like to give you my private number so we can maybe get to know each other better sometime soon when our schedules and your interest in me align," Mic blurted out so fast, it almost sounded like it was just one word.

Sana felt like her brain stopped working for a minute, trying to process what the man before her had just said, before she could feel her entire face starting to burn a bright red. Not even the mask could hide her blush anymore.

"S-sure I would like that, actually," Sana replied. For a moment she thought her heart was going to burst out of her throat.

Well, she wasn't the only one.