MHA/BNHA Stories.

Home, Sweet Home.

First off, this is not my artwork, credit goes to the artist, they signed, it, I'll send a link to view it on their page as well. https://www.deviantart.com/rootistabootus/art/Casual-Present-Mic-729507126

Now! Onto the story!

Hizashi Yamada also known as Present Mic, is a man known to be hyper, flamboyant, and very loud. Yes, even from a normal extrovert's point of view, Yamada was a bit much. Yet, here the blond sat, his greenish-yellow eyes (red for you manga readers) focused on a book that he held. Long luscious locks flowing down his back, a big comfy comforter wrapped around his tone body. Normal house clothing on, a white tee-shirt and soft, black pants. To say he looked very inviting, would be an understatement.

Now, normally this would be a dream come true, a wet dream, waking to Hizashi being as quiet as a church mouse on Sunday. However, it wasn't, why? Well, just hours before, you had gotten into a bit of a fight with the radio talk show host? Why? Good question, he had invited you, personally, to be his co-host on his show, and you agreed.

You were excited, as you always are, every time Mic asked you to co-host with him, you had a blast, you even got to meet some other pro heroes that were much cooler than you thought. So, why would it be any different this time? Haha, oh, you poor thing, this time around things were very different!

The talk show went on, as usual, jokes, laughs, deep advice, music. That is until one caller got a bit too personal with you. Asking questions about your relationship with the pro. "How's your sex life with Mic? It has to be hard right, I mean, doesn't he have like eight jobs at this point? When do you get alone time with him?"

"W-what?" You stuttered out, you rarely stuttered. Mic noticed how unsettled this caller had made his melodist. The look of confusion on your face was adorable to him, and yet, he didn't understand why you were so against answering some of the questions.

Yamada smiled as he saw your lips slowly part, it seems you were going to speak up. Yes, speak and tell the world about the two of you, what a happy night! "Hold on there, random caller! Mic and I aren't together, so we've never had sex. I should know, I am the only pure person here." What, pure, no way, you two had plenty of steamy late nights, early mornings, and shower quickies. Were you saying this just to protect yourself? Did you think he could not protect you from anyone that might try to harm you? Because of your relationship, no, this was more than a relationship, it was a bond. Soulmates, fated.

"Oh, so you're single, in that case, why not date me?" That voice, the low pitch, gruffiness, it sounded familiar.

(Put the phone down, I see you over there, you'll get your turn, damn it.)

Slowly the smile on Mic's face changed. Not that anyone else, other than yourself, would notice it. As it was still plastered there but not reaching his eyes. They had darkened. Thank goodness he had his orange shades on.

His eyes flared up as you blushed. You're blushing, why were you blushing and not telling this random pervert no? You belong with Hizashi Yamada, the man of your dreams. "I am flattered but no thank you. Next caller!" You answered, and that answer led to your current position.

After the show, your friend helped you into the car. Usually, you two would go back to his place, where he would do some last-minute grading. Sometimes you'd help him, other times you would use his personal studio, mixing music, listening to whatever you'd like. The fair-complexioned man didn't mind at all, what's his is yours, and you, are all his. However, tonight, after the callers got bolder and bolder, you decided that going home would be for the best.