Present Mic x Deaf! Reader

Want Paper?

"YOU COME GYM US?"

You nodded at Izuku, smiling and following him like a lost puppy. Your class was doing basic quirk training, but since you had been through basic quirk training in your old foster home before being adopted, you were allowed to join class 1-A for the next few days. "GAME READY WANT."

"BEAT YOU."

You scrambled after your younger brother, smacking him on the head. "OLDER. I BEAT YOU."

He rubbed his head, assumedly groaning at you and your antics. Placing a hand on your arm, you two walked together with his class to the physical education grounds.

You stepped outside, sheilding your eyes from the bright sun for a brief second, then continuing on towards your Phys. Ed teacher, All Might.

You boxed your arms, standing straight. In the best voice you could muster, you stared straight at Izuku. "The fitness gram pacer test is a multi stage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues."

Your green haired sibling stared at you for a few seconds, straight faced, before practically breaking down crying of laughter. The rest of the class stared at him as he tried to pull it together, but when he caught sight of you grinning at him he burst into another fit of giggles.

Vibrations from the ground alerted you of someone else moving or talking, and as you looked up you caught the end of All Might's sentence.

"-funny, young Midoriya?"

Izuku just pointed at you, while you stood there grinning like a fool. You understood that none of the kids in Izuku's class would have stayed in America as long as he had when Inko and he were adopting you, and none of them would be able to comprehend the hilariousness of what you had just said.

"FUNNY ME." You signed, laughing silently.

All Might shook his head, adressing his students again.

"YOU GO SIT? WAIT TILL TESTING OVER?"

You nodded to your brother, slapping him upside the head once more for good measure, then meandered out into the hall to find some way to busy yourself.

You ended up wandering to a wing of the school you had not yet seen, curiosity consuming you as you wandered around aimlessly. As you moved to turn the next corner, you collided with someone else, sending you sprawling to the ground.

You closed your eyes, putting a hand on your forehead as you tried to focus on what had just happened, but vibrations in a hall that had previously been movement free forced you to open your eyes again.

The man, who you assumed was a teacher, was gabbering away at you from above, quickly reaching down to try and help you to your feet.

You took his hand as he helped you up, trying your hardest to read his lips, but he was simply speaking too fast for you to understand. When he finally stopped, staring at you for an answer, you blinked a few times.

"I DEAF."

His brows furrowed, but you couldn't help to take notice of them behind his sunglasses. Actually, you couldn't help but take notice of most of him, from his hair gelled up in a way you had never seen before, to the sunglasses indoors, to the huge speaker hanging from his neck.

You cleared your throat, trying to remember how to put your voice together in a way that wasn't your pacer test spiel. "I deaf." You motioned to your ears, praying that whatever noises had come out of your mouth could be cleared up with your movements.

His eyes widened, and he nodded quickly. "Want paper?"

You smiled when he slowed his speech down for you to read his lips, and you nodded excitedly. Most of the time no one bothered to try and communicate you, which left you stranded in your lonely world of your small, broken family.

He motioned for you to follow him, and he lead you into what you assumed was his classroom. An english room. He handed you a sheet of lined paper and a pen, and you looked at him to start the conversation.

"What's your name?"

'(Y/n) Midoriya' you scribbled quickly, looking up at him as he read your answer.

"(Y/n), huh? I'm Present Mic, but just call me Yamada."

You smiled at this, catching his eye again before quickly looking away and trying to ignore the small blush crawling into your cheeks. You had to admit, he was a charmer even though you had just met.

'You teach here? If you have your own classroom.'

He nodded, "yeah, I teach english. Both the language and the subject."

You giggled silently. 'Sounds fun! I was going to be an English major back in America.'

"In America?"

You nodded this time, 'I was adopted a few years ago. I'm 23 now, but since I never had the chance to be a hero in America because of my disability, I'm trying to become a hero now in Japan. I figured UA with my brother might be good.'

"Wow. Long way from home then, huh? Mind telling me what happened?"

You flipped the paper, having reached the bottom. 'Mom died of a plague strand. Dad died in the bombing of London from 1998. I had nowhere to go but the foster system.'

He nodded, jabbering on too quickly for you to understand again. Not that you minded, you just had someone to actually talk to, which was astounding. You just watched him, having nothing else to do really.

You found ease in watching him ramble so quickly, something that typically brought you anxiety from your lack of understanding. His sunglasses had fallen down his nose a bit, and he pushed them back up, pushing a stray loose hair from his face while he was at it.

He looked back at you, and for a second your heart caught in your throat as your eyes locked. Blinking a few times, you finally ducked your head, embarassed.

He tapped you on the shoulder, your head snapping back up to look at him.

"I have to go. I'll be back tomorrow though." He took your paper, scribbling something quickly before folding it and handing it back to you, "I had fun talking with you."

You smiled as well, nodding. "Too."

You felt your heart skip a beat as his smile widened from your words. "Tomorrow." And then as soon as he came, he was gone again, leaving you standing in his empty classroom.

You looked down at the folded square in your hand, bending it back to its original shape slowly. There, under the words on the back of your page, was a scribble of his name and his phone number.

A blush took over your face as you shoved it into your pocket, turning to head back to Izuku's phys. ed class.