MHA One-Shots

Sugary Sunsets - Jirou & Yamada

Summary: Jirou has a terrible day at school, and now, is playing her guitar outside the dorms. Present Mic happens to stumble by and join the jam.
AU: Normal
Notes: ⚠️Breakdown, overthinking⚠️

This song does not belong to me. Check the top for more information. Song by:  beabadoobe

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The wind breezed through the air like swords clashing together. It tore through the shields of trees, and the weapons of animals, and soared like a raven. But the wind was gentle. It was gentle against one's touch.

It was gentle against Kyouka Jirou's skin. It flew hard towards her skin but landed with a gentle blow. It was like a dandelion.

Jirou shivered because of the coat and hugged her hoodie closer to her. The sun was setting. Today wasn't the best day for her at school.

She had spilled her lunch and couldn't buy more.


Jirou laughed and walked together with Kaminari to the cafeteria. As stupid as the boy can be, she enjoyed his presence. It made her heart flutter and send butterflies in her stomach.

She couldn't be in love, could she? No! She can't! Jirou mentally sighed and stood in line to pick up her lunch. She grab her order of food from Lunch Rush, and waited for Kaminari to grab his tray. Once he collected his lunch, both of them began to walk to a nearby table.

Everything was well so far, well, almost. A foot came out from one of the passing tables and Jirou, too focused on Kaminari, didn't see it and walked right into it.

She gasped. Everything went in slow motion after that. The tray slipped out of her grasp, flying high into the air. Her body leaned forward, her arms up in the air from the tray.

Everything went back to normal speed as Jirou crashed on the ground and the tray of food came hobbling over her. Laughter erupted from the students as eyes glared at her.


And her water bottle had leaked inside her bag and soaked her homework for her next class with Ectoplasm for math.


Jirou opened her bag and dug around for her homework, but paused when her hand was instead met with damp materials and wetness. She glanced to look at her bag and saw the bottom soaked and her water bottle open and empty. Her eyes widened and she immediately dug out for her electronics. Luckily they were saved since they were in the front pocket, but she can't say the same about her homework.

She pulled out her soaked math homework and as if in a queue, Ectoplasm called her name to hand her homework in. Jirou took a deep breath and stood up, walking over to the podium. She handed him the damp homework.

Ectoplasm took the homework. It was barely legible and all smudged. He sighed and looked at Jirou.

"I do not know what happened but I can't accept this. You're getting a zero. I apologize," he simply said, showing no signs of physical sympathy. Jirou's eyes widened and she nodded and looked down to the floor out of respect and embarrassment. She could feel her classmate's eyes.

"I understand, sir," she bowed slightly and went to her desk. She sat down and rested her head on the table. She felt more eyes on her.

A tap was felt on her shoulder. She turned towards the source and saw Kaminari's looking back at her with concern in his eyes. He mouthed, "You ok?" to her.

Jirou slightly smiled and nodded back. Kaminari might be stupid and dumb sometimes, but the boy genuinely cared and was kind-hearted. Jirou wouldn't even admit that she li-

OK, She was letting her thoughts take over her. Jirou sighed and looked at the board as class began. Only one more class.

So now here she was, sitting outside the Heights Alliance, with her guitar. She sat against the wall and watched the sunset. All her other classmates were inside the building doing their own stuff.

Jirou strummed the guitar gently. She fingers the note over the board and lightly began playing.

She let her eyes fall shut and opened her mouth to sing.

"Don't stay awake for too long, don't go to bed... "

She let the words flow with gentleness, she left them to flow out with grace. She let them soar the wind like ravens.

"I'll make a cup of coffee for your head. I'll get you up and going out of bed, and I-"

She shifted between notes as the melody rang around her, swirled around her, and disappeared into the air.

"-promise that one day I'll feel fine..."

Would she ever feel fine? She knew she was overexaggerating with that but... would she ever feel the happiest when she's a hero? She already got the side from the USJ and training camp on how and what a hero goes through.

"And I- promise that one day I'll feel alright..."

Would she ever go through it? Would she ever be ok after missions? Would she be alive?

Maybe she was overthinking too much over it.

She sang like there was no tomorrow. She sang like she was soaring the air, blazing through the clouds, and watching the sun fall to its doom and letting the night take over.

As she was singing her heart out, gently playing the guitar, she didn't hear the stealthy footsteps that made their way toward her. She didn't notice the footsteps stopping, and finally noticed a figure sitting beside her, but didn't say anything.
She continued to sing.

"And I'll make a cup of coffee with the right amount of sugar how you like it..."

The figure beside her began to whistle, mocking the verse that Jirou had sung. It was like they knew the song.

"And I'll make a cup of coffee with the right amount of sugar how you like it..."

The figure whistled again, mocking the verse. It made Jirou's heart warm that someone was next to her, joining her in her little bubble.

"How you like it..."

Again the whistling came. Jirou took a few seconds to glance at the figure and saw Hizashi Yamada or better known by his hero name, Present Mic. He wasn't in his hero costume, and his hair was put down. His glasses were over his head and his bright green, soft eyes gently looked back at Jirou.

Jirou had been able to recognize him from the times he came to the Class-A dorms looking for Aizawa.

Jirou went back to staring at the sunset and began singing again.

"Don't know how long I'll stay for..."

What the figure- well- Yamada did next made Jirou even happier.

"It's ok, I'll knock on your door..."

Yamada sang with the girl, exactly matching her. His voice and Jirou's voice mixed making it sound like honey dripping fresh out of a bee's hive.

"Won't you come down and get me? I like it when you hold me-"

"Tight..."

Jirou moved, scootching a little closer to her teacher and resting her head on his shoulder. An arm came and wrapped around her shoulder soothingly.

"You make me feel nice. The green in your eyes...

"Makes me feel warm inside..."

Yamada smiled, and Jirou did too. Yamada was one of those teachers where you could talk to him about anything. He was loud and obnoxious but he cared and was respectful.

Yamada had taken the role of a parental figure during her time at U.A. for Jirou too. She trusted Yamada a lot. He knew a lot about music, and would sometimes check up on her after class asking if he was too loud or if her ears were sensitive.

Yamada cared.

"And I'll make a cup of coffee with the right amount of sugar how you like it..."

Jirou slightly began speeding up the tempo; accelerando. She let her eyes fall shut.

"And I'll make a cup of coffee with the right amount of sugar how you like it..."

"How you like it..."

They both sang out the last verse. Jirou began to slow back down to the normal tempo, - ritardando - and let her fingers strum against the guitar a few more times before coming to a slow stop.

She set her guitar down and took a shaky breath.

Another arm wrapped around her and embraced her. Only then did Jirou notice the tears streaking down her face. She buried her face in her teacher's shoulder, and silently let the tears slip down her face.

She let the bottle hang over the sink to be emptied after the day. An ugly sob escaped her mouth and she clung to her teacher tighter.

"What's running in your mind, little listener?" Yamada asked, voice quiet and gentle. Unlike school, where he was never afraid to be as loud as he can without his quirk, this was a little surprising for Jirou. But she's heard his quiet voice before too.

"School wasn't great. I spilled my lunch all over because someone tripped me and I got lunch all over me. Everyone laughed. And afterward in math, my water bottle leaked and ruined all of my homework. Ectoplasm didn't accept it," Jirou explained weakly.

Yamada nodded and hugged the kid closer, gently rubbing the back of her head.

He let his eyes fall shut too, and spoke, "I'm sorry that happened Jirou. School's over now, and tomorrow's the weekend. You can rest and if you need help redoing you're homework you can ask me or Aizawa. I'm here for you kiddo."

Jirou nodded into his shoulder. She was honestly really happy that someone was here for her. She let a few more tears slipped before she pulled from the embrace.

"Thanks, Teach," she murmured. Yamada smiled.

"'Course kiddo! And call me Mic or Yamada when I'm off duty," he told her. Jirou made an agreeing noise and went to pluck her guitar from the floor again, moving from Yamada to lean her back against the brick wall again.

The sun had halfway set. The chill started to make itself more visible. Flocks of birds passed over them a few times.

The wind rustled through the trees and attacked Jirou again, making her shiver. She held the guitar tight and looked at her teacher.

"Say, what other songs do you know Yamada?"

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A/N: Something I imagine is Yamada and Jirou having a special bond of music. So with that though, I decided to write PapaMic. Enjoy~!