..:: That Voice of Yours ::..

    After dismissing your class at the end of the day, you remembered that your good friend and teaching partner Hizashi – more commonly knows as Present Mic – had asked you to meet him at the back end of the school where the track was when you finished teaching. He requested this at lunch break, and claimed that he needed help with practising something. You would take any excuse to be around him, so you eagerly agreed to help and went out to the track as he instructed, following his instructions to set up multiple objects around the center of the track. You were unsure of what he was planning to do, but once he started doing it, you definitely didn’t expect it, nor want to be around it anymore. He was using his quirk to scream and break all of the objects set up, or even knock them a distance away from him from the force of his soundwaves. It was some sort of doofy practice, and as a pro hero, you didn’t understand why he needed to do something as trivial as this; or why you even needed to be there for the matter.

    “UUUUUUUGH. Why can’t my quirk protect me from your shit?” You whined audibly as a pane of glass shattered in the distance. “Why do you even need me here? Was I just to help set up your weird little obstacle course of screaming?”

    Hizashi laughed heartily at your protests, turning to face you with his usual wide smile. “Aw, come on _______, can’t I have an excuse to spend more time with my favourite girl?” He said rather truthfully, watching as your cheeks turned red from his compliment with a smirk. “Besides! I need to practise to keep out those obnoxious as hell reporters.” He added on quickly.

    “You can’t hurt idiotic civilians just because they annoy you, dipshit.” You scoffed, running a hand through your hair briefly as you forced down your rising blush.

    Hizashi chuckled quietly at your remark, neither agreeing with it or denying it as he faced another random object. The object in question being a big wooden box, was about to be no more as he opened his mouth and screamed, causing the wood to splinter and come apart a bit before being sent flying back a few meters and breaking apart after hitting the ground. No matter the situation, his yell always caught you off guard and you jumped a bit, quite startled by the sound.

    “Jesus Christ! Cant you use that voice of yours for something other than causing internal bleeding and destruction?” You questioned, staring him down with eyes that scolded him.

    He stopped, turned to you, and raised a brow with a quirk of a smile on his lips as he crossed his arms. “Well, I can obviously use my voice to prove how freakin’ GREAT I am and do a mighty fine job of radio hosting.” He listed confidently, flashing you a smile with finger gins.

    You rolled your eyes at his response, forcing yourself to not laugh at how goofy he was and feed his confidence. “Something gentler than a job that requires screaming. Gosh.”

    “Well, if you insist on something a little smoother; I can sing quite well if you desire to hear me do so~” He said with a purr, leaving the field of obstacles and sauntering closer to you.

    “Oh really?” you questioned, taking your turn to raise a brow at him now. “Can you do it without making my ears bleed though?”

    “Aww, how cruel~” Hizashi playfully chuckled. “Why do you doubt me, _______?”

    “Because you’re super loud literally all the time.” You answered with a matter-of-fact tone that only earned another spout of laughter from the amplified man. “Christ, why do I hang out with you as much as I do? What the hell is it that draws me to you…”

    “Is it my looks, my hair, my personality, or perhaps my irresistible charm~?” He listed off, waggling his brows at you as he got closer. You had no answer to his list and refused to look at him directly, a blush creeping up on your cheeks as your brain said ‘yes’ to everything he listed. You didn’t outwardly deny anything yet, so Hizashi did nothing but grin as he continued on. “I can also prove that I can be quite gentle and add that to the list as well~”

    You sighed deeply and finally looked at him through those yellow tinted glasses, only slightly flustered now. “Fine. I’ll give you a chance to prove that you can do something other than be obnoxiously loud, but only on the condition that I won’t cringe from loudness or damaged eardrums. Any hint of aggravation, and I’m shoving a beetle up your damn nose, Yamada.” You threatened.

    “GAAH- Geez, alright! Why do you always gotta bring in the bug thing.” He whined, not taking your threat lightly.

    Wasting no more time after you issued your threat, Hizashi straightened himself and reached up to his neck where he started to go at removing his large collar that resembled an old cassette player in the front. The process took a bit, and you wondered why it was necessary, but once he got it off his sigh of relief told you enough as to why he took it off. Cracking his neck a bit, he let out a deep sigh as he put his rather large collar of musical assortments on the ground, rubbing his shoulders before facing you once again with a mischievous sort of grin that made you wonder if you should be excited or worried.

    Regardless of your pondering thoughts, he continued on and started to hum, gently kicking a button on his collar that he set down and started up an instrumental track for what sounded like a tacky love song of the jazz sort, nudging the volume up with his toe before humming along once again and then beginning to sing.

    For a man that did nothing but yell all day at an obnoxious pitch, he was incredibly smooth when it came to singing, his voice oh-so syrupy sweet as he dragged out the notes of the song he was singing, pulling his glasses down to the tip of his nose to look over them at you with a very seductive look in his eyes. This was something you definitely didn’t expect, and his voice sounded so wonderful that you wished you could just melt away into the sound, and him. You couldn’t bring yourself to say something like that out loud, and admit to the feeling you’ve been denying. It was getting very hard to keep up with that though, as he started to waltz around you now, placing his hands on your shoulders every once in a while and causing your blush to return once again, his fingers dragging across your arms.

    Just as you thought he was done though, one of the lyrics was a very drawn out confession of love, and Hizashi made sure that the words ‘I love you’ were sang right next to your ear in his sweetest possible voice, causing you to turn crimson and shiver slightly. The little chuckle he let out after seeing your expression made your heart skip a couple beats, every sound he made becoming music to your ears. Eventually the music died down until it faded out, Hizashi flicking the off switch with his foot and then turning around to face you with that same, seductive look.

    “So, how was that, _______?” He asked, coming close to you again.

    “It was… I-Incredible.” You admitted, finding it quite hard to be denying what your heart was beating into you. “I never would’ve guessed that you could sound so… Beautiful.”

    He chuckled again, the sound setting off sparks inside your body. “So, can you tell me why you still ‘hang’ with me then?” He questioned, sliding an arm over your shoulders.

    You couldn’t stop yourself and swooned a little, leaning right into him and talking without thinking. “I hang with you because I’m hopelessly in love with you and I have no idea why.”

    Your answer made him laugh again as he supported you by your shoulders and waist, holding you tight. “Aizawa was so right.” He mumbled. “Hell, I was so right~”

    “E-eh?”

    “Y’know, for a seasoned pro hero, you sure do possess the adorable qualities of a young woman in love~” He hummed. “I guess I hid it better than you, but the relief of Aizawa telling me that you were way into me helped a little.”

    “God fucking dammit. I’m going to kill that stupid fucker. How hard is it to keep a fucking secret.” You muttered rather angrily as you became rather quite flushed, cheeks redder than cherries as you forced your arms to cross once again.

    “Ah, I will have none of that killing business~” Hizashi hummed teasingly. “I can’t have my favourite and cutest listener getting bloody because of some sleepy dude.”

    “S-shut up.”

    “Aw, come on! He gave me the info that you were interested in me, and I used it to fuel my burning passion to get you and me alone together so I could ask you one simple question with my ‘annoying as hell’ voice.” He started with a smirk, pulling you in close until you were chest to chest. “Date me, baby~”

    Your heart nearly jumped out of your throat after hearing his words, quite glad you were up against him for fear that you would’ve fallen over from how shocked you were. It took a couple of seconds to find your voice, Hizashi still patiently waiting for an answer.

    “I… I won’t kill Aizawa, and I will date you on one condition.” You finally said, voice shaking.

    “Oh~?”

    “I get to hear one more beautiful song right here, and now… W-with your lips against mine.” You finally said.

    Hizashi couldn’t help but smile wide, leaning in closer to you until your noses touched. “I will gladly comply~ That’s a song I could sing any day, and I’ll make sure you hear that special song on plenty more occasions in the future.”

    Wasting no more time, Hizashi tilted his head and locked his lips with yours, giving you a kiss so incredible that you practically melted in his arms. Your heart hammering against your chest, you felt nothing but that heartbeat and his lips, pressed right up against him with his hands holding you close at your waist, everywhere he touched sending electric sparks through you that you wished you could feel forever. You regretted supressing your feelings for so long, but feeling this now, was probably the best thing you’ve ever waited for.

    Feeling absolutely incredible in this moment, you kissed him back and leaned into him more, taking in all he was giving with absolute pleasure. You saw nothing but stars as he massaged the small of your back, pulling apart for mere seconds before he captured your lips again and again, filling this moment with a bliss more beautiful than his voice.

    The time finally came for you to stop and catch a proper breath, you staring up at him with eyes full of ecstasy as he looked lovingly into yours, noses touching.

    “God. That voice of yours is all I ever want to hear now.” You sighed.

    “That can be arranged~” Hizashi hummed in response, kissing you on the nose. “Anything for my favourite listener, _______~”