Present Mic x Deaf! Reader

Communication Barrier

*SMALL PSA!! From this moment on, any words in all caps that don't really make sense as a sentence are ASL! I'm hard of hearing and I personally use ASL in almost every part of my life, so I feel obligated to put the direct english to ASL translations in for the sentences. All of it is in caps because ASL translations are meant to be in caps, it's to show the difference between speaking and signing. Most things will still make sense, I just want to warn you so you don't @ me for it. Further on in the story there will be normal sentence use in dialogue, but for right now it will be ASL translated. Thanks for the cooperation buttheads*

Furious shaking awoke you, green eyes staring down at your eagerly. "WE GO- WE LATE!"

You looked over at your clock, the time falling way past 7. Scrambling, you stumbled out of bed and rushed to put on your uniform, your younger brother racing from the room. Quickly shrugging your tie around your neck and shoving your shoes on your feet, laces untied, you ran out of your room and down the stairs. "WE RUN, YES?"

Izuku nodded, eyes full of fear. "HURRY. MOM FOOD TABLE GO."

"YOU RUSH? SCHOOL LATE?" Your mother walked into the room, tired eyes watching as her children scrambled left and right for their school supplies.

"YES." You smiled at her, shoving your bento box into your bag and giving her a kiss on the cheek, "YOU FINE."

She laughed, nodding.

Turning, you grabbed Izuku by the back of the shirt and dragged him out the front door, both of you waving frantically to your mother as you went. The road to school wasn't that long, but with the 15 minutes till class started you feared you may not make it.

"YOU HURRY TWERP."

"NO YOU." Izuku signed back, green hair blowing in the gentle breeze and small sakura petals getting stuck in his curls. "NOT LATE DAY."

"HOPE."

You both rushed into the schoolyard with just five minutes to spare, watching as students streamed into the building. You were quick to realize you were seperated from your brother as the crowds carried you into the building, eager to get to the first day of classes.

You tried to see over the heads of people, your (h/l) (h/c) hair bouncing as you jumped to search for a flash of green that could lead you in the right direction. Just as you thought you caught a glimpse, you ran right into someone and you both tumbled to the floor.

You could see their mouth move slightly, but they had their head turned so it was impossible for you to see what they said. "WHAT?"

The boy you had bumped into had a head full of bright purple hair and exhausted looking eyes, almost as though he hadn't slept in weeks. "Huh?"

"SORRY" you signed, jumping to your feet and holding out your hand for him. He took it, still staring at you strangely. "I DEAF."

He cocked his head, staring at you, before looking over your shoulder.

You turned to follow his gaze, Izuku coming up behind you to place a hand in your shoulder. "They're deaf. They can't speak."

"TELL I SORRY."

"They say they're sorry. I'm sure they didn't mean it." Izuku covered for you, both of you watching warily as the purple haired boy still stared at you.

"It's fine." And then he slipped back into the throng of people that pushed through the halls.

"CLASS GO?"

Izuku nodded, grabbing your backpack strap to connect you two, keeping you close. "SCARE?"

You shook your head, "NO SCARE. HAPPY."

"YOU 1 A YES?"

"YES. YOU 1 B."

You nodded, stopping at a classroom. The sign on the door read 1-A. Izuku's room. You glanced down the hall, seeing 1-B not too far away. "SEE YOU LATER."

"YES. YOU FUN GET."

You laughed, ruffling his fluffy green hair, and gently pushed him towards his class.

He smiled back at you, waving gently, and you could only think of the day you were adopted. Turning, you walked towards your classroom. As the door loomed closer and closer you could feel the fear bubbling in your chest. Hand resting on the doorknob, you took a deep breath and stepped inside.

Heads turned towards you, everyone seemingly curious. You eyes locked on a boy with silver hair, lifting his head from his desk. "Who the heck is playing music?"