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synthetictorii · 7 months

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The Price Of Beauty ✧ Hizashi Yamada

Pairing: Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada x reader Genre: fluff Summary: Hizashi's been having headache that have a very obvious cause. It takes a lot of effort and sacrifice to keep his hair in such unnatural shape, y'know? Word count: 5.1k A/N: ...obligatory old and cringey fic ahead warning...

The bell rang, declaring the lesson finished. It was late in the afternoon already so all the students hurried out of classroom without asking you any question. You were teaching assistant for English lessons at U.A., the hero academy, which was pretty ironic as you were born quirkless. But it was a job you really enjoyed and it still left you with enough time to study for your own lesson on police academy. What you didn’t inherit in terms of quirk was compensated for by your high intelligence and natural talent to simply soak up information. You never had a hard time studying, not even now during your last college year although yes, there were subjects you spent more time on than you wanted but hey, that was life. You felt truly blessed to be clever enough to get the opportunity with the U.A., the students were mostly fine kids and the lessons were fun. However today left you exhausted even if nothing much happened as you didn’t get nearly enough sleep, binge watching the new series of your favourite show until 4 a.m. The good thing was that it was Friday so you could catch up with your sleeping tonight.

You yawned and let your head fall down on your hands lying on the desk you were sitting at. You closed your tired eyes for a while, enjoying last warm rays of sun falling on your back through the window. You must have dozed off for a second since you did not notice the steps approaching you or that a person stood above you until they softly petted your head with a chuckle. Your head snapped up, eyes widened in surprise. “Hey, [y/n], was I that boring?” Asked the person (who still didn’t remove his hand from your head), grin on his lips. Your features relaxed and your shoulder dropped slightly. Now that you knew who it was, you had to restrain yourself from leaning into his touch. “Sorry, I’m just really tired, Yamada-san,” you gave him a weak smile, your eyes casted down so you wouldn’t have to look on his pretty face. As if it mattered, your cheeks were probably pink anyway.

The only reason why you hadn’t fallen asleep during the lecture was him – your long time crush Yamada Hizashi, or as the public knew him, the pro-hero Present Mic. You were interested in him since he debuted as a hero. You admired how skilled he was in using his power, always paying attention not to hurt civilians or break windows with his loud voice. And he also had his own radio show and taught at the high school. It was truly admirable that he managed to do so many things. Then there were, of course, his astounding looks. His mane of golden hair that he obviously took good care of, well-trimmed mustache and piercing lime eyes with facial features worthy of God himself with his beautiful cheek bones and jawline to die for. You absolutely loved just watching the man as he elegantly moved and explained the grammar or really simply existed. You couldn’t take your eyes off him. He always radiated so much energy, watching him was hypnotizing.

“I already told you like hundred times to call me Hizashi,” he sighed, pulling you out of your thoughts. The pout was evident in his voice. You were not going to deny yourself looking at his cute expression. Whatever face he was making he always looked so perfect and charming, was this man actually a human? “No one calls you that in school, I’d feel weird if I did,” you explained, scratching your nape awkwardly. You kept your mouth shut about the fact that you were afraid that the word would come out as a purr. “Ah, so that’s how it is,” he nodded but you saw the devilish smirk already forming on his face and crossed your hands across your chest. “Then I suggest, that you, [y/n] [l/n], join me on Sunday to help me grade the essays at my place,” he finger-gunned you but quickly laughed it off. It almost looked like he was nervous. Why make him even feel even worse by telling him to pet you again because you missed his touch. “That’s if you don’t have anything else to do for school or whatever,” he added quickly and more quietly than before. All the deadlines that were slowly drawing closer were forgotten the instant you saw your chance to meet him outside the school. How could you refuse his offer when he was obviously so flustered about it – not to mention that you wouldn’t miss out on it for the world? Your heart jumped around in your chest. “I’d love to help you!” You smiled brightly at him, your [e/c] sparkling with happiness that didn’t go unnoticed, sending his pulse into overdrive. He snickered and spinned around with a yelp of excitement. Yes, he was loud, very loud, but you didn’t mind one bit.

After agreeing on details, you left the classroom together and chatted for a little while before going your separate ways – him into teacher’s lounge and you home, finally. You smiled the dorkiest smile the whole way to your little apartment, whistling a happy melody. Sure, it wasn’t exactly a date, yet your heart was beating so fast you wondered if you’re not going to collapse. Maybe you’ll finally get a chance to talk to him properly, not just simple small talk you managed to have in between classes or strictly work-related discussions. You were hoping that it would also give you a chance to show him your interest in him, although you doubted you’d actually make a move or something.

It was something that was always on your mind and bothered you – that he was affectionate towards you (and others too but you noticed that not quite as much) whereas you kept to yourself and never returned it. If it was his way of showing interest, he must be thinking that you’re not into him. Oh boy, how wrong he would be. For now though there was no reason to worry about that. Instead you tried to imagine what his home will look like – will it be an apartment or house? You guessed a flat since it was more practical and easier to maintain. And there’s bound to have plenty of speakers and posters and CDs all around the place! You daydreamed for the rest of the day, not getting slightest bit of work done. Even as you were falling asleep, cuddling to your blanket, Hizashi’s image stayed on your mind.

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Nearly half of the next day you spent in bed. Of course you re-watched all your favourite episodes of any series you could thought of during the night and had to catch up on sleep now. After that you pretty much just worked on some essays you were supposed to finish until the end of next week while doodling little hearts and lovey-dovey stick figures into the notebook next to your keyboard. You had hard time concentrating on the task at hand, already impatient to see Hizashi. It was so sweet to wake up to his text, it only stated the address of his apartment and that he was looking forward to your meeting but still… that he sent it today meant he also thought about you, right? You bit your lip, smiling as you drew yet another little heart, feeling like a love-sick schoolgirl.

Tomorrow came soon but not soon enough. You barely slept the whole night due to excitement. Miraculously though you were overflowing with energy, feeling like you could run the whole marathon without breaking a sweat. This was the power Hizashi had over you. You agreed on meeting him at noon after you had lunch which was still about three hours away but you were already running around your flat too nervous to eat so you figured why not start getting ready.

You styled your [h/l] hair the way you liked the most and that made you feel confident. Then you had a little mental breakdown over what clothes you were supposed to wear. It took you way longer than it should and it was almost time to go. In the end you settled for comfy skinny jeans that made your ass look nice (but that was definitely not the reason you chose them) and casual shirt with rolled-up sleeves. Yup, looked good enough. You packed all the things you needed along with your keys and phone, reading the address one more time. You picked up a banana, at least a little snack, and headed out, almost running as you couldn’t hold in your excitement.

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You for sure were no runner yet today your body pushed beyond its limits and carried you to the address in record time. You let yourself into the building as someone was just leaving at your arrival so you simply gently knocked on the door labelled Yamada Hizashi and waited.

Soon you heard soft steps and the door was opened, revealing a surprised Hizashi. You giggled at his shocked expression before taking in his appearance. He looked completely different, so much so that you’d doubt it’s the right guy if it wasn’t for the lime eyes and his mustache. He had more conservative pair of glasses on his eyes with simple black frames and was dressed more casually too, sporting black jeans with holes on the knees and t-shirt with a name of some band on it and grey cardigan. His directional speakers were nowhere to be found, leaving his neck bare, safe for the beaded necklace. The neckline of his shirt allowed you a glance at his exposed collar bones and you swallowed thickly. But the most prominent change was his hair. He had them tied back into a messy bun but it was still flowing in golden streams down his shoulders. He looked even more mesmerizing than in his hero outfit. You checked the name plate again. He laughed softly and scratched the back of his head, nervous under your look. “Expected better?” he joked but you heard the uncertainty in his voiced. You shook your head gently and gave him a supportive smile. “You just look quite unrecognizable,” you explained. “That’s the idea,” he snickered and stepped aside to let you in. You walked in and took off your shoes, following him to the living room.

The place was cleaned spotless and all the plants were green and healthy. You expected that much, just like all the little decorations. Most of them were music themed, unsurprisingly. Yet even with every surface covered with all kinds of little decorations, photos or CDs, the living room was rather spacious with little furniture, the modern looking black sofa dominating the room. The contrast made you confused which was obvious on your face so Hizashi quirked a brow at you, still nervously shuffling next to you, it almost looked like he was the guest. “I was just wondering why’s the room so empty, I imagined it full of technology and stuff,” you smiled at him curiously. He reciprocated it in somewhat mischievous manner. “Where would I dance if there was no place?” He winked at you and picked a remote from one of the shelves, pushing a button. Upbeat music started playing from a huge stereo in the corner. Hizashi spinned in a semi-circle, moving in front of you and extended a hand towards you. “Shall we?” His lime eyes shone brightly, sending your heart racing at hundred miles an hour. He looked so playful and pretty and your lovesick brain could hardly resist his offer. Luckily you remembered in time that last time you danced with someone you almost broke their foot as you accidently stomped on it too hard. You’re not going to risk the same happening to this precious man in front of you. “Aren’t we supposed to grade some essays, Hizashi?” You sighed dramatically, already moving your gaze away from him but then you caught a glance at how his pupils dilated, grin wide. “[y/n]! You finally said it!” He exclaimed, overly-excited, jumping on the spot like some child. At first, you weren’t sure what was he talking about, but then it hit you and your face turned pink again. It was incomprehensible to you that simply hearing his name from your lips could make him so happy. “Yeah, so stop overreacting if you want me to say it again sometime,” you snorted fondly. He calmed down in an instant, still all giggly.

“’right, so sit down here,” he patted a spot on the sofa while backing into the kitchen, the music still played much quietly in the background, “and tell me what would you like to drink, I just bought some new kind of tea I wanted to try for the longest time if you want to join me?” He shot you a look you could only describe as hopeful. “Sounds good,” you beamed at him, eager to try something he found promising. “I wouldn’t guess you to be the tea type,” you teased as he prepared the tea according to the steps on the little bag it came in. “Shōta showed me its wonders,” he explained as he set the colourful cups down on the coffee table with a soft thud. “I hope it’s good, would be awkward if it’s not,” he grinned sheepishly and plopped down on the opposite side of sofa. You tried your best not to look disappointed because of the distance between you. “I fully trust your instincts,” you reassured him with a smile. He gave one himself and then reached under the table, pulling a stack of papers. “You ready to dig into this?” he lifted the pile. It was obviously heavy, suggesting that a long grading session was upon you. You were not going to complain though; it only meant you’ll get to spend more time with the man! You simply nodded and took a half, or attempted to as it was really rather hard to hold all the sheets. Hizashi noticed and without any difficulty moved your share into your lap. “Even struggling with papers, you should hit the gym with me sometimes,” he said jokingly, blissfully unaware of the storm of images of him all sweaty and pumped from the training running through your head. You hid your red face behind the essays. “How long have these been piling up anyway?” you asked instead. He cleared his throat, embarrassed. “Let’s just say that some students need those grades fast, okay?” You rolled your eyes playfully, taking your pen and looking at the first essay.

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About two hours in, your eyes started to sting, migraine threatening to attack. You laid the papers down and pinched the bridge of your nose. You still had half of the papers left to grade. Hizashi knew you both were in trouble after the first half hour when he almost dozed off. After that he gave up his place on couch, instead sitting on the pillow on the ground so the slight discomfort wouldn’t let him fall asleep. Now you began to understand why it took him so long to get the grading done. You laid on the couch with head supported by arm rest and pillows, yet sleeping didn’t once cross your mind as you were too nervous in Hizashi’s proximity. Your tired eyes moved on their own to look at the man. You couldn’t see his face but he was obviously just as done with this shit as you were. Every other second his hand reached into his golden hair, pulling at his hair tie to loosen its grip. You bit your lip. He seemed to be in pain – no wonder, his scalp must be so sore after his hair were styled high up for days in school and then tied back. Maybe a little massage would help him? You were afraid he would hear your heartbeat, the thought speeding up its rhythm. It’s worth a try, right? He also sometimes played with your hair! And helping each other is what friends and colleagues do after all! Sure, your motive was purely the selfish pleasure of touching him but you needed some excuse if he asks why are you doing that. You wouldn’t be able to tell him the truth – that you were wondering since you first saw him how would his hair feel against your fingers and that it was so hard to keep yourself from playing with them when he sat next to you on meetings.

You took one last deep breath and snaked your hand into the messy bun he pulled his hair into, toying with the hair tie until it came undone, doing so stealthily enough he only noticed when his locks fell fully around his shoulders. “[Y/n]…? What are you-,” before he could finish his sentence, you mustered all your courage and threaded your fingers through his hair to gently rub little circles on his scalp. A little satisfied moan escaped his lips, draining all blood from your body and sending it to your cheeks. How shameless! You thought and sat up so you could use both your hands, resuming your little demonstration, gradually moving your fingers all across his skull. It was relaxing for you too, his hair was silky and each lock slid and curled perfectly around your fingers. You took your sweet time on each new spot, making sure it felt good. You knew the pain that comes after wearing ponytail the whole day but couldn’t imagine what pain does he have to go through with his trademark hairstyle.

Hizashi’s feedback was… pleasantly embarrassing. He made little murmurs and soft gasps, each one of them sending your heart near cardiac arrest. “Damn, is this what they teach you at uni?” he sighed happily, head leaning into your touch. You giggled and scratched the top of his head. “Feeling better?” you asked, never stopping the movements of your hands, now running your fingertips gently all over his skull. “Right now, I would gladly grade your half of the essays too if you continued,” he purred. “Deal,” you chuckled as you dumped the ungraded papers into his lap unexpectedly. He didn’t believe you would actually do that, turning a bit to look at you questioningly. “Are you sure? It will take forever!” he frowned concernedly. You rolled your eyes. As if you’d let him strip you off your one chance to show him you can be affectionate too. “Absolutely sure, your head must hurt like hell after having your hair up like that all the time,” you continued your massage as he sighed and relaxed again. “You have no idea, but it’s a price I’m willing to pay for my perfect look,” he winked at you over his shoulder.

It was so playful you were glad you were sitting or else your knees would probably give up under you. But well, two can play this game. “In my opinion, it’s worth it, though you look great like this too,” you informed him. You tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, though on the inside your heart was racing. He tensed, caught off guard but quickly regained his composure. He chuckled softly and moved a strand of his hair behind his ear. “Thank you,” he said honestly, his voice changed but you weren’t able to pinpoint which emotion had caused it, “I admit I was hesitant not to do my hair up today.” That piqued your interest. “Why?” You asked curiously, tone soft as it seemed to be a touchy subject. “Well… that’s,” he chuckled humourlessly and gave a shrug, “I’ve been made fun of because of my hair, so yeah. Only when I started styling it the way I do now did people accept it as a part of my superhero persona.” You stopped your movements for a while and opted instead for simply laying your hand on his shoulder. “I like it more this way,” you smiled gently when he turned to look at you again. “Makes you look younger,” you snickered, making him chuckle, “besides I’ve always had a thing for guys with long hair.” That earned you a cheerful laugh, the sound of it easing your anxiety over his reaction to your confession. Something in his eyes changed though, what it was though stayed a secret to you once again. The two of you fell into comfortable silence with you massaging his scalp while he graded the essays.

He was right in the end. It did take him a short forever to get through all the papers but his pace was significantly quicker than before. During the necessary short breaks you chatted about everything and anything, about his radio show and your classmates, his own student years and how the tea he made was really delicious. It was wonderful, you really enjoyed yourself and it surprised you how easy and fun it was to talk with Hizashi.

So much so that you nearly whined when he set the last essay aside and pumped his fists into the air. “Finally,” he sighed happily and turned to you. You folded your hands in your lap and grinned at him proudly. “I can’t believe you really sacrificed yourself like that just to be spoiled,” you laughed. “Aren’t your hands hurting?” he asked as he glanced at your hands with concern. You flexed your fingers a few times, if only he knew how much time you spend typing away on keyboard, it was basically a work out. “Not really, but a rest would be nice,” you smiled reassuringly. “I’m just glad I didn’t have to grade all those,” you teased contently. What fool would choose some boring – and for the most part badly written – essays over caressing Hizashi’s golden mane? “So does that mean that I can always trade grading your part for a massage?” he raised a brow at you playfully. You pretended to ponder about his proposal but who were you kidding, of course it meant exactly that. “You can try, I won’t stop you,” you shrugged but your lips betrayed you, forming into a wide smile. “It’s a deal then,” he smirked victoriously.

You chatted for a bit longer but as the sun began to set, you decided it was time for you to leave. You didn’t really want to do so but you also didn’t want to walk home in the dark. Hizashi generously offered to accompany you on your way but you declined despite all his arguments. He was obviously tired and his first lesson tomorrow starts at 7 a.m., you knew because it was yours too. However, you definitely needed to wake up later than him as your appearance didn’t need such meticulous preparation. You decided that even though you’d gladly trade your soul for an opportunity like that any other day, it will have to wait. “It’s really fine, Hizashi,” you chuckled at the pure childish joy that lightened up his face at his name. “And I’ll text you once I’m safely home, okay?” you offered and he sighed, leaning against the door frame. “Fine, but I don’t like it,” he pouted and with a push he stood straight right in front of you. “Thanks for coming,” he smiled and spread his arms. You breath hitched in your throat and your heartbeat quickened but you quickly shook off your nervousness and stepped right into the hug, wrapping your arms around him too. “No problem,” you said sweetly as you reluctantly let go of him. “Let’s do this again sometime, shall we?” you asked hopefully and he gifted you one of his precious grins. “Of course,” he winked at you as you waved each other goodbye. You rushed home, all giddy and lovesick.

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During the next couple weeks it became a nearly daily occurrence for every teacher at UA to see you and Hizashi together, most of the times on the couch where Hizashi laid with his head in your lap, chatting, grading, or tapping away on your phones. Every time you massaged his scalp, careful not to mess up his hair. In return for your gentle care, he always prepared a tea or coffee for you before your first lesson and gave you less papers to grade.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t want more but you were quite content with how things were now. No longer were your conversations focused on work-related topics and general small talk, instead you both learned many things about each other. It was almost uncanny how alike you two were and how many of your hobbies matched. You also became much more affectionate towards Hizashi although still more professional than him. He seemed not only to notice that change but also enjoy it greatly. He paid more attention to you, his lime gaze finding you even in the middle of lectures. Students luckily haven’t noticed yet.

Today was Friday, your favourite day, and not because of the upcoming weekend. It was the day when you had a two hour break in between lesson you taught with Hizashi so you could spend it together and often did. It was the highlight of your week.

Your ways parted after stepping out of the classroom. He has offered to bring you lunch – something he did quite often in the last week, you weren’t complaining though – whereas you headed to teacher’s lounge to reserve the couch before Aizawa usurps it for himself. You actually considered asking the man about Hizashi; he must have told him something, right? They were best buds after all! Stepping into the room you sighed happily, it was empty and the couch was free. You sat down and pulled out a book from you bag. It won’t hurt to read for a bit before Hizashi comes.

You managed to get through the whole chapter before the door opened and in walked the loud man with both your lunches. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” he smiled as he sat down and handed you your box with Chinese noodles with vegetables and chicken, one of your favourites from the canteen. You said cross-legged, your knee gently brushing against his tight. You wondered since when exactly did you start to sit so close to each other. “Thanks, this was totally worth the wait,” you hungrily dug in, closing your eyes at the delicious taste. He laughed softly and also started eating. You watched him from the corner of your eye. His movements were always so graceful, even if he was doing something mundane. He was still as fascinating as he was before you got to know him properly and your crush only got more unbearable because of it.

Opening of the door caught your attention, shifting your focus on the person coming in. “Hello, Aizawa-san,” you greeted the black haired man, the slight tensing of Hizashi’s features going unnoticed. “Hello, [y/n],” he replied, catching you off guard – never before did he wasted energy on talking. You never took it personally as the only person who got him to talk was currently sitting next to you. You still had to notice how said blonde eyed the newcomer warily. Of course he also noticed the change of his friend’s treatment of you. And he had a feeling that it meant nothing good. He knew he shouldn’t have told him anything! “Is something the matter?” you asked curiously, polite smile still plastered on your face. Maybe he wanted your help with something? What could that possibly be you had no idea but it was the only explanation you had for the shift in his behaviour. Aizawa looked at Hizashi briefly, only the most inconspicuous twitch of his lips was a sign of any emotion. “You know, my neck’s been hurting like hell today and since you always help Yamada I thought-,” he didn’t get to finish his thought as Hizashi suddenly jerked to your side and pulled you to his chest, almost knocking both your lunches down. You looked up at him confusedly. His cheeks were pink as he glared at Aizawa dangerously. “Shouta! She’s mine!” he pouted as he pulled you even closer to him. Now you were even more confused, what was going on?

“Oh really?” he cocked a brow at the blonde and turned to you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d thought that there was amusement sparkling behind his tired eyes. “Are you, [y/n]?�� he asked the crucial question. You gulped. To be honest, you didn’t mind one bit to be monopolized by Hizashi – in any sense really. But how would he feel about that? Sure, he did started all this but there’s also the possibility of this being just another quirk of his playfulness. If it was so and you expressed your feelings, you were risking the fragile relationship between the two of you. Then again, you were tired of waiting and second guessing. “Yeah, kind of, sorry Aizawa-san,” you smiled, equally apologetic and nervous. You felt Hizashi tense against your back, his hands stilled too. On the other hand, the man in front of you smirked victoriously but his eyes weren’t on you but on the blonde. “Is that so? My mistake,” he said, nodded, finally looking at you again, and walked to his table on the furthest side of the room, safely out of hearing distance. You bit your lip gently as Hizashi let his hands fall from your waist back to his lap. He cleared his throat, awkwardly shifting next to you. “Well…,” he started, anxiously fidgeting with his fingers. “Well?” you looked at him just as anxious. “Are you serio- I mean, would you like it?” he blurted out, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes were wide and hopeful behind his glasses. You noticed he was holding his breath – just like you. You averted your eyes for a fraction of second. But who were you kidding; you truly didn’t have to think about it. “Yes, yes I would,” you whispered with a shy smile. His own widened into a full-blown grin as he pulled you to him again, squeezing you tightly, making you laugh in delight. This time his lunch did fall down but neither of you cared. “That settles it then! You’re officially mine!” he cheered loudly enough for everyone – Aizawa – to hear. You wondered if he planned for this to happen, if so, you owe him big time. Maybe you could also gave him a little massage? “But be warned, my dear,” Hizashi purred quietly into your ear, wanting only you to hear him this time, “I don’t share.” A pleasant shiver ran down your spine. “I don’t think I mind at all,” you whispered back as you kissed him. No way, Aizawa can take care of himself.

#bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #hizashi x reader #present mic x reader #hizashi fluff #present mic fluff

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layingatyourfeet · 1 year

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unforgettable

hizashi yamada x reader

cw: fluff, established relationship, radio show host Mic, both Mic and reader are UA teachers, absolutely self-indulgent because i’m soft for this man

wc: 947 words

every friday night in your household is the same. Yamada is peppering your face with kisses and you are trying to push him away, shoving a mug with freshly brewed coffee and bento with his favourite sugary snacks in his hands. pressing the last quick kiss to his lips you kick him out of your apartment, screaming “you’re gonna be late, idiot! your listeners are waiting!” and slamming the door shut trying to contain your laughter.

30 minutes later you put the headphones on and tune in to listen to his radio show.

every friday night he tells you to not stay up all night to listen to him, you have the unlimited subscription to his voice after all, and you just put on the most serious face and nod in agreement. and yet you both know that you’re gonna be up, listening to him, doing errands around the house, grading homework during commercial breaks, taking a bath when the show is about to end and crawling under the covers by the time he comes back home.

this night is no different and you feel giddy when your hear Yamada’s voice, just as hyper as when he’s at school talking to his students.

“weeell heeello hello hello my dear listeners! this is Put Your Hands Up! radio and your loyal host Present Mic! how are we feeling this friday night? my little helpers told me that you wanted the theme of tonight to be LOVE? oh listeners, is that what the sakura season does to you? well, i would gladly oblige but only if you promise me to PUT! YOUR! HANDS! UP! to hug someone you love! and don’t forget to call to talk about love and send your requests! aaand OFF WE GO!”

god he’s goofy. goofy in the best, warmest way you could imagine and you smile at the thought that both his loud, goofy, eccentric and tender, soft, loving sides are all yours.

almost every song is a request from his listeners: a guy telling that he’s gonna propose to his girlfriend in 2 weeks, an elderly woman asking to put on the song she had her first dance to with her husband 50 years ago, a bunch of teenagers asking for a loud love song they can dance to, a song to daydream about their crush to, a song to show that they feel like they love the whole world tonight, a song that feels like being in love… it’s a non-stop stream of love stories of any sorts, and if someone isn’t asking for anything specific he picks the best ones for the listeners mood.

you listen to every question, answering them as if you were his co-host, and you’re almost too caught up in your talk to the bathroom mirror when you hear the next question.

the voice on the other side of the line is so unsure it makes you feel for the person calling.

“hello, m-mister Present Mic. i n-need your advice. i gave my classmate chocolates for the valentine’s day, and and and white day is coming soon and i’m worried he won’t understand or he won’t return my feeling or, or, or i don’t know and i just need your advice” this voice is oddly familiar. distorted by the phone and radio waves, you still hear someone you already know. well, at least if you were hosting the show together Yamada would’ve reacted way faster than you, just like he did right now. “come on, listener, i know that having a crush could be terrifying, but i also know that you’re extremely brave because you’ve already done your part and confessed your feelings! you know, even if he won’t return them, i want you to keep being brave and keep showing this world your love. but i will cross my fingers for the next four days and hope he’ll say yes! is there a song you want to request for tonight? and OI! if he’s your classmate, aren’t you up too late?” he finishes with a quick laugh. his voice was surprisingly soft for this whole speech and you can’t help but wonder, did he see himself in that listener? was he reminiscing about his school days? “i will go to bed right after the song! i promise!” the unsure stutter is gone, and she sounds absolutely relieved. “i… can i request heroes by david bowie?” “coming right up, listener! enjoy and don’t forget what i told ya! keep being a hero with a big loving heart!”

and it all clicks. you know this girl. she’s your student and you can’t help but wonder if Yamada recognised her voice. and you know that you’re gonna root for her, even tho you know love could be quite cruel to both heroes and quirkless people alike. but you also know that without love none of you would’ve become the people you are now.

“and i would love to end this beautiful night with a song of my choice”, Yamada’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “it’s unforgettable by nat king cole, i hope you enjoy and don’t forget that love is what keeps us moving forward. see ya next week, listeners! Mic signing off!”

by the time Yamada comes back home, you’re about to go to bed. he’s puts two paper cups of coffee and some fresh pastry on the table, smiling apologetically. “i know the coffee is pretty shitty, but that’s the only thing i found this early” “it’s my favourite one” you smile, wrapping your arms around his waist, placing a soft kiss on his jawline.

and yes, you do think that he’s unforgettable too.

#hizashi yamada x reader #present mic x reader #present mic fluff #bnha fluff #mha fluff

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frickingnerd · 7 months

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shinsou dating present mic's daughter

pairing: hitoshi shinsou x fem!reader

tags: fluff, a bit suggestive, mentions of marriage/proposing, threats, being caught kissing, friends to lovers

you were introduced to shinsou by present mic and aizawa, who had been training with the boy, after he voiced his desire to join the hero course

aizawa had been training with shinsou until now, but he wanted the kid to have someone from the hero course to train with, so you were introduced to him

shinsou was happy to have a partner his own age and someone who was closer to his own skill level to train with and he really wanted to learn all he could from you, especially about the hero course!

the two of you began to bond over your dreams to become heroes and you often talked about the hero course, fantasizing about how fun it would be like, if shinsou was in your class!

the two of you became friends fast and the romantic feelings followed soon after

aizawa and present mic were both happy that the two of you were such good friends, both unaware of your feelings for each other

eventually, shinsou and you began to go out on secret dates with each other, all under the disguise of being just friends

only when present mic walked in on you and shinsou kissing in your room did your little lie get revealed

shinsou was kicked out of the house immediately after your dad walked in on the two of you and you had to listen to an hour long lecture about staying safe around boys – in more than just one way…

while present mic was a bit upset about finding you make out with a boy in your room, he didn't hold a grudge against shinsou

he still trusted the kid and he believed that he'd make a good boyfriend for you!

though the next time he meets shinsou, he can't help but give him the "treat her right or they'll never find your body, kid!" speech

he's mostly joking though, but shinsou really does take him seriously–

present mic is very supportive of your relationship with shinsou and accepts him into the family right away

he'll even tell shinsou to call him "dad" or "his old man" and while shinsou does turn that offer down, he occasionally finds himself pressured into calling him that…

present mic treats shinsou like he's part of the family and he's the first one to suggest that shinsou asks for your hand in marriage after graduation, telling him to hurry up and put a ring on you, before another boy steals you away from him…

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reallyromealone · 1 year

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Dadzawa and the tiny overhaul

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Male reader, Yamada x Aizawa, baby reader, fluff

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Aizawa couldn't believe his eyes.

In a prestine room inside the compound sat a crib, a small baby crying his little heart out as the hero gently lifted him "shhh" he said to the tiny babe who cracked open his teary little eyes and let the hero soothe him "it's ok now" he said as he brought the little babe out to where the police and ambulances were on standby "another child...?" Sansa mumbled in shock as Naomosa called for some paramedics to check on the babe.

The poor thing wailed as he was seperated from Aizawa "Erasurehead sir, could you please hold him while we check his vitals" a paramedic asked and the pro hero nodded and took the babe who immediately calmed down and snuggled into his capture weapon.

They worked carefully around the babe, checking for anything of concern "he seems to be in perfect health, no malnourishment or anything"

"Good"

"Erasure... I'm sorry to ask you this again but..."

"You want me to take him in"

"Please?" Naomosa asked almost pleadingly to the other who sighed "lemme call him"

Aizawa stepped away still holding the baby and called his husband "what's up sho?" Yamadas groggy voice came through as it was rather late "We...we have another one"

"What do you mean?"

"Overhaul had another kid and I'm the only option right now"

"...I'll turn on the kettle"

"I love you"

"Love you to baby" Yamada said shuffling over the phone before hanging up.

"Let's get you home" aizawa said, walking back to the ambulance and after taking a statement and finishing up the pro took the babe back to the apartment.

Yamada didn't know what to prepare for but he took any precautions he could for whatever may be coming through that door.

"Shhh" Aizawa hushed the babe as he stepped into the apartment, the tiny baby babbling away to the hero "who is this...?" Yamada said to his husband as the babe looked at him curiously "from what we gathered, he's the son of Overhaul"

Yamada froze as he took in the happy baby who did resemble the Yakuza boss "I have a feeling we will be caring for him long-term, if he develops his dad's Quirk, he's going to be wanted by everyone" the two looked at him with concern but (name) was stretching his little arms.

"Naomosa is bringing baby supplies to do us till we can get some more, he says he will be here in an hour"

The two walked into the livingroom and Aizawa grabbed one of Eri's stuffed toys and held it infront of the boy, the babe reaching out and gripping it and waving it around before handing it to Yamada with a cute expression.

"He's so cute!" Yamada said taking the boy and lifting him "he's like a little marshmallow!" The blond said as (name) stared at him wide eyed "i can't believe such a monster created such an angel"

The two hung out with the baby who was basically passing out in yamadas arms and neither could blame the poor baby as it was a crazy night for everyone.

By time Naomosa and Sansa came by, they had some baby stuff "I called my sister and she gave some stuff for the little guy" Sansa said holding a few bags of stuff "she had a spare baby bottle warmer and sanitizer from her shower"

"Thank you Sansa" despite his tone Aizawa was genuinely thankful as Naomosa held a file "we found this in his office, it seems to be this little guys files"

"Does he have a name?"

"Not from what we could tell, from the notes it just says "my offspring""

"How could he be so callous with his own son" Yamada said as he gently traced the babes cheek.

"...would it be possible to get custody of him like we did eri?"

"You two already have an impeccable reputation and I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem at all... I will vouch for you two if need be"

After they left, the two men watched the babe before Yamada eventually went to bed, leaving Aizawa alone with the small baby who was out cold in his arms, the hero went to set him down on the couch but the little one began whining and crying at the lack of contact, Aizawa wondering how often the boy was held "shhh"

Aizawa ended up spending the night with the little guy until morning when the rest wandered out "why does dad have a baby...?" Shinso asked confused as a sleepy Eri wandered over to the babe "(name)!" She perked up at the baby who bounced slightly at his name being said "you know him?" Aizawa asked his daughter who nodded "I wasn't allowed near him though, he didn't want me to infect him"

"Well, (name) is going to be a new member of the family" aizawa said softly, the two looking at him wide eyed "he's gonna really need us" Yamada said as (name) stetched out with a seriously focused expression.

"I think he pooped"

#mha x male reader #bnha x male reader #aizawa x male reader #aizawa x reader #present mic #eri mha #hitoshi shinsou #baby reader #baby male reader #fluff

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unknown-user-offical · 4 months

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Aizawa is particularly skilled in winding people Yamada up…

#art #bnha #anime #yamada hizashi #bnha aizawa #erasermic #mha fluff #aizawa fanart #aizawa shōta #aizawa x present mic #mha comic #comics #it is based on a text post that was a prompt for an otp #flirtatious Aizawa #messing with Yamada #ships #gay ships #mha ships #gay mha ship

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fluffyweeby · 7 months

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Tickletober day 4 - Weak spot

Prompts by @tickletober

I think Aizawa having a ticklish neck is canon at this point and he’s gremlin of a husband would use it all the time against him. Wjajswwjssj I love them too much 🥹

Happy tktober everyone! 💜

#augtickletober2023 #tickle art #mha tickles #mha #boku no academia #my hero acedamia #lee!aizawa #ler!mic #tickletober 2023 #tickletober #tickletober2023 #tickle fluff #aizawa fanart #present mic

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juksuart · 2 years

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My participation in @/shoto00z ’s dtiys in instagram!

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giggly-squiggily · 3 months

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RUNNING SO FAST okay so I’ve been having cute erasermic withdrawals with sweet pea and always and forever (I just think ler mic loves teasing aizawa nonstop and Aizawa can’t take it fjdjdjdjdj)

AHH ERASERMIC MY FREAKING HEART! I haven't written for these two dads in a hot minute! I've gotcha covered, anon!

Sweet Pea: "Is this a bad spot?" & Always and Forever: "Look how red you are!"

Mic was as good at tickling as he was blonde.

And he was quite blonde.

“Oo, is this a bad spot?” He cooed, grinning from ear to ear as Aizawa tried sinking back into their bed, his death grip on Mic’s wrist all the more telling. “Does someone got a ticklish set of ribs? Does he? Huh? Does he?”

“Hhiihhi-Hihihihizahahahhaashi! Knoohohock thahahaht ohohohohf-gehahahhahah!” Aizawa snorted, his reluctant grin on full display as his husband stayed on that terrible spot. “Ihiiihih’m trihihihihiying to sleehehehehep!”

“Baby, it’s the morning! You’ve been sleeping all night AND some! The day’s young; let’s go and celebrate it!” He tossed himself over Aizawa’s prone body, raking his fingers up and down his torso and earning even more sleepy giggles from the other. “Come out from those blankets and embrace the day!”

If he could, the eraser hero would have retorted something rude, but then Mic found that terrible spot along his upper ribs and the only sound to come out of his mouth was wheezy laughter. “Bahhahahahahhabe, plehahahahahhse!”

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you!” The blonde cooed, pulling the blankets back and revealing Aizawa’s face to the morning sun. “Aww! Look how red you are! What a cutie!”

“Ahehahahahah!” With little resistance left, Aizawa swallowed his pride. “Ohoohohohkay! Ohoohohkay,you wiihihihn! Now stahhahhaap!”

Mic whooped, ending his tickles with one last pinch to his ribs. Gasping for air, Aizawa flopped back against the sheets. Mic was soon to follow, his hand lovingly brushing strands of black out of his husband's face. “Glad you’re seeing things my way, love.”

“Hm…sure we can’t stay like this?” He snuggled closer, leaning his head on Mic’s shoulder with a small purr as he played with his hair. “Surely no one would mind if we…”

A crash echoed down the hall; followed by a squeal. Shinsou’s cry of annoyance followed as Eri’s shriek melted into giggles.

Mic raised an amused eyebrow. Aizawa groaned, tossing a hand over his face.

“Fine, fine. Let’s go face the day.”

Send me a candy heart and I'll write a dabble for it!

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #chve2k24 #tickle #tickle dabble #erasermic #aizawa shouta #present mic #fluff #threw in a little erasermic family at the end lols

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doumadono · 4 months

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Hiiiii, sweetheart.

Emergency Request here...

As you may know I got stood up by a a person I considered... My friend. The person was my friend since junior high school, despite some "turbulence" in past I kept in touch with her.

I got stood up on New Year's eve. I prepared something warm to eat, snack, drinks... I even planned some nice movies to watch and games to play... And she didn't show up nor she picked her phone. I saw her being online but that's all...

Eh, I feel a little pathetic if I can be honest.

I just... I need some comfort from Erasermic... I just want my two fav men to cuddle me or something like this.

Proszę, dziękuję i pozdrawiam. 🐺💎

Our very own New Year's Eve - Erasermic x Reader

A/N: I'm still angry that you had to go through such a disappointing experience, especially from someone you considered a friend for so long (but I told you before what I think about her). Your effort to create a warm and welcoming New Year's Eve atmosphere speaks volumes about your kindness and thoughtfulness. It's completely understandable to feel hurt and disappointed. Please, don't waste you time on someone acting like a total jerk. I hope this little piece will cheer you up, even if a little bit ♥

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

As the early morning light streamed through the windows, Aizawa and Yamada returned home after celebrating the New Year's Eve with their fellow UA teachers. The sight that greeted them was unexpected - you curled up on the couch, a gentle sob escaping your lips as you cradled one of your cats on your lap.

Aizawa's brow furrowed with concern, his strict demeanor ready to address the situation, but Present Mic placed a calming hand on his shoulder, guiding him to the side. "Shota, let's figure out what's going on first." In a hushed tone, Present Mic whispered to Aizawa, "Our kitty is visibly upset, and the last thing she needs is us being stern. We need to show her love, not discipline."

Aizawa's usually stern expression softened, concern etching lines on his face.

Yamada, with his ever-present energy, approached cautiously. The sight of you in distress tugged at his heartstrings. "Hey, kitten, what happened?" Mic's voice was gentle as he sat beside you, his hand reaching out to stroke your hair.

You looked up, tear-stained eyes meeting his concerned gaze. "I-I got stood up by a friend," you managed to choke out, the hurt evident in your voice.

Aizawa's brows furrowed, a protective instinct rising within him. "Why didn't you call us? We would have come back immediately," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and worry.

You sighed, a shaky breath escaping your lips. "I didn't want to ruin your night. You were having fun with your friends."

Aizawa's stern expression softened slightly at your words.

Mic was quick to intervene. "Babe, your happiness is our priority. You should've called. We're a team, remember?" Hizashi took your hand, squeezing it reassuringly, while Aizawa wrapped his arms around you in a protective embrace.

"We're here for you, always," Aizawa murmured, his usually gruff voice surprisingly gentle.

Mic planted a soft kiss on your forehead. "Let us make it up to you. How about a New Year's celebration of our own tonight? We'll have dinner, music, drinks — whatever you want."

You looked up, confusion evident in your eyes. "But New Year's Eve is already over."

Mic grinned, his infectious energy returning. "Who cares? It's our house, our rules. Besides, I'm declaring a second New Year's Eve celebration tonight. We're going to make it unforgettable."

Aizawa rolled his eyes but couldn't hide a small smile. "He's impossible, but he's right. We'll make sure you have a fantastic night to remember."

And so, the duo spent the morning turning your living room into a makeshift celebration space.

In a hushed conversation away from your earshot, Present Mic convinced Aizawa that showering you with affection was the best way to ease your pain. "Let's show her all the love we've got," he insisted.

Present Mic, determined to lift your spirits, took charge in the kitchen. He prepared a feast that would rival any high-end restaurant, showcasing his culinary prowess. The savory aroma filled the air as Aizawa joined in, silently supporting his friend's efforts. The dining table was adorned with an array of dishes, each one carefully crafted to appeal to your tastes.

As the evening progressed, Hizashi decided to add a sweet touch to the celebration. "Hey, sweetheart, how about we make those chocolate cupcakes you love?" he suggested, an optimistic glint in his eyes.

Despite your initial reluctance, the sadness pouring out of your existence, you found yourself nodding. Hizashi guided you through the process, his infectious enthusiasm turning the task into a shared experience. Mixing ingredients, laughter echoing in the kitchen, the cupcakes baked to perfection, their rich aroma adding to the ambiance.

After the delicious dinner and sweet treat, the three of you migrated to a cozy set of couches. Hizashi pulled you gently between them, his arm enveloping your shoulders. Aizawa's legs intertwined with yours, his rough hand tenderly caressing the curve of your hips.

Present Mic pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, whispering, "You mean the world to us, you know that, kitty?"

Aizawa added, "We're here for you, no matter what."

You felt a comforting warmth envelop you, surrounded by the two men you cherished. The presence of your cats, peacefully napping nearby, added to the serenity of the moment.

"Tonight's about leaving behind what hurt you and embracing what brings you joy," Hizashi murmured, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your arm.

Aizawa, not one for excessive words, simply nodded in agreement, his gaze conveying a depth of understanding.

The ambiance in the room was a delicate blend of warmth, laughter, and the lingering scent of chocolate cupcakes. As you snuggled between Aizawa and Present Mic, the conversation continued, weaving an intricate tapestry of shared moments.

Hizashi, his voice gentle, broke the silence, "You know, those cupcakes taste even better with your smile."

Aizawa, offering a rare smile, added, "He's right. Seeing you happy makes everything worthwhile."

You couldn't help but smile, feeling a surge of gratitude for the two men who had orchestrated this evening of comfort and joy.

Yamada grabbed a throw blanket, covering the three of you as you leaned into his embrace. "Now, let's continue this night with some chill vibes," he suggested, grabbing the remote to cue up your favorite show.

As the opening notes of "Home Alone" filled the room, Hizashi's fingers tapped the tip of your nose. "One of the best holiday movies, right?" he mused, his eyes reflecting the flickering light of the TV.

Aizawa, arms still wrapped around you, chimed in, "Classic. The kid's resourcefulness is impressive. If my class was in charge there, those burglars would pray to be sent right into the Tartarus."

Shota's remark caused Hizashi to choke on the sip of his coke. "Shota, dear Lord, ease up on the kids. They're nice kiddos!"

"Yeah, I wish they could ease up on me, so I could get some damn rest," the black-haired man grumbled.

You giggled, resting your head on his chest, rising and falling slowly with each breath he took.

The movie played in the background, the familiar scenes casting a nostalgic glow over the room.

You released a contented sigh as the movie came to an end. "Boys… Thank you."

"That's not the end!" Hizashi grinned at you, leaping out from under the covers, leaving you exposed. You nuzzled closer to Aizawa, seeking warmth.

Aizawa's hands reached around to your back, rubbing it gently as he planted a tender kiss on your lips.

Just as Present Mic returned, he huffed a little, looking a tad offended. "I was gone for thirty seconds, and you're already claiming our girl yours, Shota?!" He presented you with three glasses and a bottle of champagne. "I was keeping this hidden for a nice occasion, and it arrived today! Shota, come here and open it for me. You know I'm a bit clumsy."

Aizawa efficiently opened the champagne, the cork popping with a satisfying sound. He poured the sparkling alcohol into the glasses, handing one to you as you gracefully got up.

Present Mic, raising his glass, declared, "To you, my loves! To my sweet, charming kitty." He reached his free hand out, rubbing your cheek, "And to my one and only, handsome as hell Eraserhead." He grinned at Aizawa.

Shota acknowledged with a nod. "To you guys. May this year be better than the last."

You raised your glass, a smile playing on your lips. "To my handsome pro heroes, always ready to serve and protect. To my two absolutely cute boys that can turn into wild tigers in the sheets!"

Aizawa scoffed a little, but Present Mic playfully pointed out, "Look at that, kitty, you made Aizawa blush!"

Shota downed his champagne and glared down at you, his thumb rubbing against your lips. "So how about we move to the other part of the celebration now, kitten?" His tone was low and seductive, causing a familiar tingling in your abdomen.

With a mischievous grin, you nodded. "Yes, please. Let's celebrate our very own New Year's Eve." You bit your lower lip, adding, "I can't wait."

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synthetictorii · 7 months

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His Favorite Dancer ✧ Hizashi Yamada

Pairing: Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada x reader Genre: fluff Summary: You frequent this club for a reason, but the reason in question is a busy man and you have no luck. Until tonight, that is. Word count: 4.5k A/N: ...obligatory old and cringey fic ahead warning...

The club was swarming with bodies moving to the rhythm of music blasting from huge speakers standing on the stage. The air was filled with smell of sweat and cigarette smoke. It was hot and dark safe for colourful lights drawing patterns across walls and the dancefloor illuminated by cerulean led lights. The walls were black, decorated by posters and edgy quotes written on them in fluorescing blue color.

From his place behind the DJ set he saw all those anonymous faces having fun, drinking, dancing and laughing in ecstasy. Couples and complete strangers grinding on their partners, shameless in their affection. He lived for this. The heavy atmosphere mixed with bass and loud, almost deafening music. It helped him let go, to forget about the chaos of the world. He jumped in sync with the beats he was playing. Pearls of sweat were already rolling down his neck and spine. He paid little mind to it. He closed his eyes for a while and took a deep breath, his mind empty.

How long has it been since he was last out partying like this? True, these past few months had been busy, even he had to go on patrols during the night while still teaching his classes and doing his weekly radio show. He simply didn’t have time to do fun things so he wanted to enjoy this night to its fullest. He was feeling extraordinarily playful today too.

The song was ending. Time to have fun.

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You were shaking your hips to the rhythm, giving in to the music. Your body screamed for more. You denied yourself this pleasure for too long, it was time to make up for it. It hit you again how much you desired to be killing it on the dancefloor. And this place was just perfect. It had the best sound system, lighting , decoration, and the drinks were pretty cheap too. But you frequented this club for another reason, for him.

The blond haired male currently jumping wildly to the music on the stage. You had to admit he looked even better this high up above everyone else. His blonde hair styled rather freaky swayed with every move of that lean body of his hidden under casual loose white tank top and black leather jacket with spikes on shoulders. His legs on the other hand were hugged by tight black jeans. You fell in love with him on your first ever night here.

It happened years ago. It was Friday, your first college exams were over and you wanted to let out some steam. A friend of yours recommended this place so you thought ‘why not give it a try?’. You stepped into the building immediately noticing how dark it was in sharp contrast with the radiant blue everywhere. You loved it. Not to get started on the music. It was a wonder that your ears didn’t ascend into the heaven right there and then.

You danced the whole night as if there was no tomorrow. And in the early morning hours when the party was ending you were finally down from your high enough to be interested in the person behind the music. You were completely speechless when it came to that aspect of the night; he had to be a fucking genius, playing all the right songs at the right time. It felt like he understood you, like you two had some kind of bond, it just couldn’t be coincidence that he’d hit your tastes like that. You swore to yourself you’d strut to that guy and kiss him on the spot once the club is closing. And then you turned around to look at him and your heart skipped a beat.

It was a fucking pro hero, and one you admired since you first saw him on TV at that – Present Mic! He didn’t wear his trade mark hero outfit but more casual clothes, yet he still stood out. You stopped dead in your dance when you realized this. That single moment of stillness was enough for your eyes to meet – your [e/c] eyed gaze filled with energy and passion clashed with his lime eyed one. You saw the pure animalistic need to let go of everything and just live in his eyes. You never forgot that look. How could you possibly when with that one fleeting moment his gaze stole your heart.

You didn’t get to kiss him that night, unfortunately. You became a regular though, even if it was rather rare for him to be there. Still you kept coming for the slim chance of sharing the space with him again.

And his eyes were sporting the same animalistic look from before tonight as well. You were fully focused on your dancing and simply having fun but when one song ended and the next haven’t yet started, you couldn’t help but stare at the man. He was so handsome, strangely alluring. His very presence was like a drug to you. It always made you dance faster, experiment more boldly with your moves in hopes of him noticing. So far it didn’t work, not on him anyway, you were getting more than enough attention from other men and ladies though. Sadly for them, you weren’t interested. You were tempted to use your quirk more than once tonight but you managed to control yourself every time.

But you started to seriously doubt you’d be successful any longer after his words suddenly replaced the music, now serving as quiet background to his heavenly voice. “Alright everybody! Are you having fun?!” He screamed and everyone cheered just as loudly. “Yeah, that’s what I wanna hear!” He smirked proudly and scanned the room; his eyes darkened you noticed.

“Listen close everyone! I have a special proposal,” he shouted playfully. You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat after your eyes met again as he scanned the room with his gaze. You’d swear he stopped for a second when he saw you but it was surely just the work of your imagination.

“Show me your moves and if you sweep me off my feet, I just might take you out for drinks,” he purred in his typical loud manner.

The club got wild, cheering and shouting even louder than the music before. All those who wanted to give it a try walked to the middle of the dancefloor and made some space around them. You wasted no time hesitating and walked right to the center of it. You stood out quite a bit, dressed in black skin-tight jeans and white t-shirt with glowing blue stripes, matching the aesthetics of the club. Your hair was sticking to your sweaty scalp and neck yet looked wild enough to make others take a second look as you passed them. Once again you’d swear that Present Mic stared at you but refused to believe it. You gave everyone around you a fierce look, there was no way you’d let them win. Today was the day you’d let your quirk go wild.

“Are you ready?” He screamed and the whole club collectively shouted “Yeah!” back at him. “Let’s get going then!” He pushed the button and the music blasted from the speakers, heavy bass shaking the place. You closed your eyes and let your quirk kick in, your body melting into the music and wild energy running through your veins.

Beats Of Soul – quirk with little possible use, especially if one wanted to become a hero. But for you? It was perfect. Your quirk was able to take control of your body, if you allowed it, and move it according to the music you were listening to and your feelings – all based on your skills though. You were able to dance beautiful, expressive dances when you were sad or make the crowd wild and ecstatic when you felt passionate – just like you did now.

It felt like you were in daze, you knew exactly what you were doing but it felt like a dream. You saw mouths of those who watched hanging open and heard the cheers. Your moves were fast, seductive but most of all, filled with desire for freedom. Just as him, you wished to let everything go and live in the moment and it manifested in your dance. With all your heart you wished one thing – that this night and feeling never stops.

One last spin and swing of your hips and the song ended. Your quirk faded away, leaving you breathless. Your lungs couldn’t get enough oxygen and your body felt like it was on fire, not even the cold sweat helped. Suddenly you felt hands on your waist and before you could so much as yelp, they spun you around roughly to face them. There was impatience in the gesture, also need. You looked up to see who the mysterious person was.

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He looked at the hyped ocean of people on the dancefloor after the words left his mouth. Everyone was so excited, huh? Good, he smirked. He scanned the space and his eyes met a pair he remembered from somewhere. He hesitated for a split second before moving on and then it hit him. Those eyes… he’d never forget them. He saw them in the past and thought about them every time he stood on this stage. Those fierce orbs screaming passion, wild fire burning deep inside them. They nicely matched his he decided. He often dreamed that those mesmerizing jewels would once scream for him. And now he saw them again. It was hard to notice anything else about their owner in such crowded place. He tsked discontent. Well, hopefully you’d join what he’s planning.

He announced his grand idea and the audience cheered, many brave boys and girls marched to the middle of dancefloor. He raised an eyebrow at that, he wouldn’t guess he was this popular. Then again, he is a pro hero. And finally he saw the one person he as looking for. He took in your appearance, glowing stripes of color on your shirt and hair. You sure were something. Hopefully you wouldn’t disappoint him.

He let the music start and watched everyone trying their best to show him they have what it takes to impress him. There were many great dancers among the bunch but his eyes soon stayed fixated on you. He felt his heart race and his breath got stuck in his throat. Your moves were hypnotizing. Every single one of them blending into the next perfectly, you were very expressive and he loved it. You looked so stunning. He should feel guilty for not looking at others but the whole crowd was clearly cheering for you too.

The song was coming to an end and he could no longer stay still. He waved for a regular host of these parties to take his place and marched through the dancefloor right behind the person who stole his attention all for themselves. He looked down at you; you were out of breath yet still so beautiful. He needed to finally see your face so he pushed all his nervousness aside for the time being. His hands found their way to your waist and turned you around. He noticed how your pupils dilated in shock and how your words died on your tongue when you realized who was so rude to scare you like this. Your face was so pretty, you had such a cute nose and cheeks, nice cheekbones and soft-looking lips. But most of all he loved your [e/c] eyes, shining like the brightest stars. “Looks like you’ve won,” he grinned at you and immediately loved the way you beamed at him after hearing the news. The crowd was dancing all around you again already, nobody paying particular attention to you two. “May I have the pleasure?” He extended his hand and watched amusedly how fast you grabbed it. He led you upstairs to the VIP section of the club where you’d have more privacy. You both sat down on the stools at the bar and ordered your drinks. He turned to you with lips formed into curious smirk. “So tell me about yourself, where did you learn to dance like that?” He asked, honestly interested to know.

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You let yourself be led and felt like in a dream second time that night. His hand was so smooth you noticed and blushed. You were holding hands with a pro hero! And your favourite one too! You sat on the stool next to him and ordered [fav drink]. You were afraid that awkward silence would follow as you were too nervous to think of a topic to talk about, luckily he saved you. “I attended dance schools and all kind of courses but I think that my attempts to copy every dance I saw on the TV ever since I was able to stand helped me more,” you laughed but then quickly blushed after realizing how you won, “but what you saw there was actually work of my quirk too.” You admitted, you were a bit worried if he will take it as cheating but seeing him chuckle suggested that won’t be the case. “I’d like to know more about it, if you don’t mind me asking,” he smiled and you shook your head. He was very polite and you felt at ease, something you didn’t expect. You explained how your quirk worked and enjoyed that you could freely look into those gorgeous lime eyes of his. “That’s pretty neat quirk you have there,” he exclaimed loudly, “it goes nicely with mine,” he winked at you, making you blush again. “W-w-what makes you think so?” You stuttered and looked away. “If I sang to you, you could dance to my songs, right?” He finger gunned you. You were so glad for the stool under your ass, you felt your knees get weak even in this position. Just the thought of him singing for you made you almost faint. Then again… “Wouldn’t you have to be far away? Like I don’t mean it badly but I like my ears not bleeding,” you decided not to be blushing mess if possible and mustered up all your courage to tease him a little. “Right, then I wouldn’t be able to see you and I just can’t let that happen,” he sighed and made some ridiculous over the top hand gestures, which at least made you laugh and averted your attention from the flustering part. “I know!” He shouted right after his first sentence. “You’ll be the main attraction of my parties!” He was really loud, making the bartender hurriedly finish your drinks and give them to you before disappearing in the back. You meanwhile had a hard time not breaking the promise of not letting your face turn red again under his intense green gaze. “I’d have you stand on the podium right in front of me, whaddya say!” He grinned widely. Well, if he really thinks so highly of your skills, maybe you could boast a little. “It would be a waste of my talent don’t you think,” you teased, he seemed to be taken aback by your statement so you quickly finished the sentence, “since you come here so little.” You explained with a chuckle and he visibly let out a sigh of relief. “Ah, it’s hard with all the other things,” he whined and dramatically gestured. “But maybe I’ll come more often if I you promise to meet me here,” he chuckled yet his eyes bore no sign of this being a joke. It almost seemed like he was seriously interested in you. “That would be nice, I come to this club so often only because I hope you’ll be the one playing,” you admitted sheepishly. Not that other DJs wouldn’t be great, you certainly had fun even if he wasn’t here it was just that others couldn’t compete with the blast you had on the nights of his parties. “Really?” He seemed genuinely surprised. You nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, I know it will sound foolish,” you chuckled before taking a deep breath, “but I always feel so strange when you play the music, like you made the playlist especially for me.” You admitted and rubbed the nape of your neck awkwardly, afraid to look at him.

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He meant his offer very seriously even if he didn’t look like it. The boss of this establishment often tried to persuade him to get some dancers on the stage, that it would make his show more likeable. He refused every time but if it were you, he’d gladly obliged. Someone with your energy and skill would be a nice addition for him too, not to mention your looks. Your answer surprised him however which he didn’t managed to hide, luckily you explained the situation. True, he didn’t come here nearly as much as he’d like. Mainly because of the lack of time but he’d surely think of something if he knew you’d be waiting for him on the stage.

He watched you with bated breath as you explained why you loved coming here. His cheeks were now pink, no doubt about that. It made him all warm inside that his choice of music made someone feel like this, that all the effort he put into his playlists didn’t come in vain. It was much harder than one could think; to compile music for the night! He also usually put some of his favourite songs in there, making your confession all the more meaningful. He put a finger under your chin to make you look up. “Do you really mean it?” He asked, his voice quieter than normally, almost shy. “Yeah,” you nodded reassuringly, “you always somehow manage to play the song I’m hooked on at the moment.” Your laughter sounded heavenly to his ears, he was glad that the music wasn’t as loud here so he could enjoy it fully. You were so cute when you talked about music, it was obvious you loved to party just like him – and even had similar music taste, bingo! He felt good in your company, you were friendly and energetic; a nice change from tired and very much done Shouta. It was so long since you first caught his attention too. Maybe he could give it a try. But it was so long since he last asked someone for their number and he didn’t even know you, right? His nervousness was back at full force. He took a napkin from the table and borrowed a pencil from barman’s side. “Mind giving me your number?” He moved the objects towards you with a small smile. “Like I know it’s sudden but I still remember when I first saw you in the crowd and I think we could have so much to talk about and I’ll soon have to leave to get some sleep before my lessons and…,” his muttering and wild gesturing was stopped by your chuckle. “I remember too,” you smiled at him and returned him the napkin, signed and with your number. “By the way, I’m [y/n]. Nice to meet you,” you finally introduced yourself properly and extended your hand, making him chuckle and shake it.

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You talked for a while after that, you found courage to ask him about his hero life and some fights he fought in but you mainly talked about music and his radio show. He said the truth though when he said he’d have to leave soon. You walked with him down the stairs to the back exit for staff. Cold and fresh late night air hit you when you stepped outside. You smiled happily, normally you’d stay here for another few hours but leaving like this wasn’t bad at all. “So I’ll wait for you text?” You asked shyly with rosy cheeks. He shook his head and waved his hand disapprovingly. “No way I would let my favourite dancer go home alone in this darkness!” You gave him surprised look before turning away, it was so surreal! “T-this way then,” you motioned and suddenly felt something warm around your shoulders. “You must be cold,” he smiled, now only wearing his tank top. It was quite chilly but your shirt surely provided more protection against cold than his top. It was also distracting as you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. “I’m good, really, you must be freezing in that,” you protested and took of his warm jacket. You tried to put it on him but he quickly dodged you. “Na-ah,” he motioned with his finger, “I already decided you need it more than I.” You looked at him doubtfully, noticing the goosebumps on his arms. “You were nice to me enough for one day,” you whined and jumped at him again, only for him to swiftly move behind your back. “It’s after midnight so technically it’s a new day so hush now,” he argued with a grin. “Mic, pleaaaase,” you complained again and turned to attack him again, only your feet got tangled and you were falling to the ground.

You squeaked before a pair of arms caught you by the waist for the second time tonight. “For such amazing dancer you’re quite clumsy, [y/n].” He chuckled and pulled you up, your back against his solid and warm chest. He didn’t make a move to remove his hands from your waist either. Even the tips of your ears were red. This was a game that two can play though and you noticed during your little chat in the club that he could also get flustered rather easily if you tried. You turned around in his hold and while at it you let the jacket fall on his shoulder, your hands now around his neck. You didn’t exactly think this through, didn’t think about where your hands would end up, so your face turned even redder. If someone told you before you went to the club that in few hours you’ll be trapped in Present Mic’s embrace, you’d think they were crazy. And yet here you were. Luckily you weren’t the only one with blushing problem, you looked up and saw that Mic’s face was a nice shade of pink as well. “I guess you’ve won again,” he looked away, obviously trying to compose himself. “The joke’s on you though,” he smirked – that couldn’t mean anything good, “I will gladly escort you home even like this.” He gave you a thumb up. You choked on a spit and started coughing. You were grateful he held you, without them you’d fall for sure. “Now now, I don’t want you to suffocate ‘cause of me,” he teased you, which gained him a punch to his shoulder. You didn’t care about the difference between in your social ranks right now.

When the coughing stopped, you wiped the tears away from your eyes and looked up. He still held you close, his amused gaze fixated on you. “It’s not funny, if I died you’d definitely lost your hero title,” you scoffed, trying to hide how nervous and excited at the same time you were. It was nice to be so close, his body was warm and frankly quite nice to touch and lean against. “I’d save you, I usually deal with bigger problems than choking, you know,” he assured you with a small laugh. “Thanks,” you murmured and slowly moved your hands from their awkward position between your chests to his sides, returning the hug. You laid your head on his chest, progressing slowly, testing if it’s okay with him. You felt his body tense under your touch but he quickly relaxed and chuckled. “Should I take it that you wanna walk like this to your home?” He teased, you pinched his side in return. “No fair, I just wanted to be a gentleman,” he whined.

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He enjoyed having your body against his, suppling him with warm and comfort. It was so long since he last hugged and was hugged by someone. He moved one of his hands up to stroked your hair. So soft, he thought with a smile. The alley was quiet safe for your breathing but for once he didn’t mind the silence. He wondered if you heard his heartbeat and how fast it was, if it wasn’t scaring you. He forgot how nice it was to have someone close and no amount of skinship with his college worked as a good substitute. He’d gladly stay still like this for hours but he really needed to get some sleep if he was to survive his classes tomorrow. He originally planned to be asleep by this time too. “We should go,” he said quietly, letting go of you. You made a discontented sound but also removed your hands. You were still blushing he noted, you also stayed in his personal space, soon he learned why was that. “Can I try something?” You asked and he nodded and was surprised when you took his hand and put it around your shoulders. “Now we can both have a bit of the jacket,” you smiled up to him. He shook his head with a soft chuckle and pulled you closer. “You’re absolutely right, now lead the way.”

Your house was only few blocks walk and your way was quickly over. Neither of you talked much, he sometimes showed you a constellation if he happened to spot any he knew the name of but otherwise it was silent and peaceful. He walked you to the door of your apartment house and his arm fell down to your waist. “You’re safely home, that’s Present Mic for ya,” he grinned and tossed his hair. Your laugh took his breath away and he pulled you to him for one final hug. “Thank you, my hero,” he heard you say with a chuckle. “You can call me Hizashi,” he decided and nodded affirmatively when you questioned him. He pulled away just enough to look into your eyes. “Would it be alright if I texted you sometime soon?” He asked and moved a stray strand of hair from your face. “I’ll be waiting,” you smiled at him, making his knees weak. He nodded and let his chin rest on the top of your head. He let himself stay like this with you for couple minutes, both of you quiet again. “Good night, [y/n].” He moved his hand to your cheek and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. “Good night,” you turned your head to kiss his palm, soft giggle escaping his lips. He retracted his limbs from you and waited until you unlocked the front door. “Thanks for tonight,” you smiled before closing them and disappearing from his view. He sighed and smile to himself, taking his phone from his pocket along with carefully folded napkin.

He typed the number the number and saved it before writing a short message:

To: [y/n]

Hey, see ya tmo at our place? ;) The phone was put back into the pocket and he finally started walking in the direction of his own apartment, his favourite dancer on his mind.

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