Do you think outside of his hero costume Mic wears a lot of turtlenecks? Like his directional speaker doubles as protection, and without he feels super exposed and vulnerable?
Maybe the only place he feels comfortable enough to be so exposed is home. And thats wherever Shouta is.
“Are we having an English sub today?” Denki asked, sitting up slightly as he registered the time.
Their next class was starting soon, and all of 2A were idly chatting with each other or milling about as they waited for their teachers arrival.
“I mean- there’s no way Mic is gonna be in after what happened Saturday night… Right?“ The blondes question hung on the air, unanswered for a beat as his fellow students considered its weight.
“Hmm, honestly it could go either way,” mumbled a thoughtful looking Izuku from a few rows over. “I mean, if I were him, I’d definitely want to take some time off… but i’m not sure he actually would… And remember after the USJ incident? We all thought the same with Mr. Aizawa- and he still came in to teach.”
“You’re right, and it was incredibly manly of him-“ added Kirishima, who was currently perched on Midoriyas desk.
“Tch, more like irresponsible…” groused Bakugo, feigning disinterest while surreptitiously craning his neck to see who might walk in the classroom door.
“Now now, whatever the case- we must do our upmost to behave dutifully and responsibly, regardless of who teaches our English classes“ Interjected Iida- hand chopping through the air as he made his statement, “As as far as Present Mic goes: Yaoyorozu and I are putting together a gift to help hasten his recovery. If any of you would like to contribute or sign the card we made, please approach us by the end of the school day.”
There were several cries of interest followed by an energetic cheer of approval, when all of the sudden the classroom door slid open with a familiar crack- it’s sharp sound dragging everyones attention to the front of the room.
The man who walked in was not someone they expected or immediately recognized. He was tall and thin, with a long drape of gold-blonde hair that hung loose, all the way down to the small of his back. His clothes were shockingly normal (as opposed to the somewhat gaudy or vibrant hero costumes the majority of their instructors wore) and he looked very much like the most standard of English professors one might see at any university.
A high dark turtleneck was tucked into a pair of tailored slacks, offset with a stylish pair of brown cross-sword shoes and a long tan cardigan. Hearing aids were clearly visible in both ears, and perched on his nose was a pair of red-framed glasses.
It was only then (when they were focusing on his face) did recognition begin to spark (largely thanks to unmistakable mustache that graced the strangers upper lip).
“Hah??”, “Present Mic!?!“, “You did come!!“, “Seriously, how are you walking right now??“, “Sero, pay up! I knew he’d show…”, “I thought you were hospitalized?“, “didn’t your speaker get mangled? with you still in it???“, “you were so brave on Saturday!“, “Yeah! you kicked that villains ass!“
The Voice Hero in question merely offered a bright smile before waving his hand in thanks; as he did, 20 sets of eyes fell on the now visible rounds of bandages that were wrapped tight around the mans arms. They started at his wrists and continued up- under his sweater- even peeking out around the high collar of his turtleneck- the top edges barely covering what looked to be red and blackened skin on his neck. It also became apparent that their typically loud and boisterous English teacher had yet to actually utter a single word to the waiting class.
Ah- so he wasn’t completely ok then…
“You dumbass-“ Bakugo snorted, ignoring a sharp reprimand from Iida “what gives you the idea to be here if you cant even talk?“
Present Mic merely gave him a smug smile, before turning his whole body to face the teen; he then raised his hands and started rapidly signing.
It was clear to the puzzled class that Mic expected Katsuki to understand him, and after a brief moment, the explosive boy let out an irritated huff, rolled his eyes, and then began signing right back.
The class immediately descended into chaos- questions were shouted, and cries of excitement let loose as they watched their classmate silently and effortlessly communicate with their teacher in real time.
Bakugo for his part, had been bristling with irritation, but as his and Mic’s conversation progressed, his posture slowly soothed into something more interested than aggressive.
Finally he sat up- a power hungry grin clear on his face as he asked for a confirmation from his teacher. Once received, he stood from his desk and turned to face the now hesitant-looking class.
“Alright you god-damn extras… here’s the deal- Mics throat is still fucked up from his fight, and he cant talk or use his quirk for a while. He says he still wants to be here though, so for the next two weeks- you nerds are getting a crash course in Japanese Sign Language- taught by Mic and yours truly.“
There was a wild glint in Bakugo’s eyes and he gestured to himself with his thumb. “So buckle up- cuz he just gave me the power to pass out grades, and I don’t intend to make it easy on any of you losers.”
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Aizawa smiled from his spot on the couch as heard the front door open; it was a welcome sound, even despite missing the greeting that usually accompanied it.
Moments later, Hizashi’s lithe form entered the living room, his expression happy, yet obviously tired.
Shouta took one look and let out an exasperated huff, very aware of what had his typically buoyant husband so drained.
“Told you to just take the time off Zashi-” he rumbled in a fond tone, “you literally just got out of the hospital this morning… I thought we established how stupid it was when I pulled the same stunt last year.”
The blonde merely stuck out his tongue before kicking off his shoes and moving to sit next to the brunette. The Erasure Hero scooted over to make room, and gently leaned over to press a kiss against Yamadas cheek.
Hizashi immediately brightened at the offered affection and tilted forward to encourage it, when suddenly a brief flash of pain crossed his face. Abruptly, he pulled away with a grimace; hand raised to gingerly touch at his bandaged neck.
Shouta’s eyes widened, and he promptly stood from the couch to grab his husbands meds and a glass of water.
“Oi Zash… you are on medicalleave. This is literally the one time where you don’t have to be a hero, and the first thing you decide to do go back to work.”
Passing over the cup he, continued his scolding: “and then you make Bakugo your teaching assistant… of all the problem children, he is the one you went with?“
There was dry humor in his tone- obviously aware of that fact that he had pulled the exact (if not worse) stunt himself in previous days.
Yamada accepted the water and painkillers with gratitude, quickly swallowing them down while simultaneously flipping off his spouse with an wry smirk. He then responded more appropriately with emphatic sign:
He’s come so far in our private JSL lessons- I knew he needed a challenge and I had been planning on having him TA even before this happened… Circumstances just escalated the timeline
Aizawa merely shook his head in amusement. Of course he had known the plan- Hizashi had shared it with him while still in the hospital- he just couldn’t resist giving the other man a hard time.
Deciding to let it go for now, the brunette sat down once more- revealing that he had grabbed one more item when on his medicine quest: fresh bandages and tape.
“I know, and i’m sure he’ll do fine- assuming the power doesn’t go completely to his head… in the meantime, it’s time to change these.“
Yamada nodded, and slowly- gingerly- he pulled off his cardigan, followed by his turtleneck.
Shouta watched and patiently waited- a mix of feeling washing over him as his husband pulled the dark fabric over his head to reveal a heavily bruised torso, chest and neck, all swathed in white.
Swallowing his heartache at seeing the wounds, the Erasure Hero reached over and took the shirt in hand: folding it neatly and placing it to the side. He then leaned forward and lifted a hand to gently cup the blonds face- mentally preparing to remove and redress his partners injuries.
Yamada shivered at the touch, then looked up to meet the brunettes gaze- green eyes wide and trusting, confident and full of love. It made Shouta’s heart flutter with unbridled wonder and feeling.
Aizawa hated seeing Hizashi hurt- hated it with every fibre of his being… but at the same time, he felt so lucky and so thankful that he was the one trusted with this. Trusted to tend to blonde’s wounds; to listen to him gripe and bitch about his aches and pains and rough days; to see him loose and soft and without the constant armor of the persona of Present Mic… to see him without any armor at all… including the high necked sweater.
The vulnerability was a sanctum- the exposure a gift.
And here, in the the sanctuary of their small living room- that gift was more then he could ever dream of.
erasermic is my lifeblood so here’s a tiny moment of cute domesticity for y'all from my upcoming dadzawa fic
“Figures,” Shouta muttered. He pressed a quick kiss to the corner of Hizashi’s lips and pushed off from the counter. “I’m gonna grab my eye drops. Thanks for making breakfast.”
“You missed!” Hizashi called after him, bristling with mock indignation. “No breakfast for you until you give me a proper kiss, you ungrateful—”
Shouta covered his laugh with a cough as he shuffled off to the bathroom.
Shop Update is live with some convention leftovers!!
I also have a bunch of stuff here and more on sale. it’s a lot of stuff that i have low quantities of and/or won’t be reprinting so i can make room for new stuff
I fell hard into My Hero Academia during quarantine and accidentally wrote a novel-length hurt/comfort and humor fic about Shinsou’s scary Quirk, Aizawa’s self-sacrificing tendencies, queer identity, healing, and found family.
Shinsou is a promising student with a history of trauma, a Quirk that landed him in a residential care facility for dangerous kids, and a perfectly reasonable distrust of adults. Aizawa knows immediately that he’s going to get over-invested in this one.
