Present Mic x Deaf! Reader

You'll Only Get What You Give

"The Sports Festival?" You looked at Izuku, copying the words coming from his mouth. Sure, you may have been acting as a parrot since you got your hearing aids yesterday, but you couldn't help it! You had only ever learned to lip-read Japanese, never speak it!

"Yeah. Are you gonna participate?" It was weird for Izuku, too. Having had a sister who only signed and very rarely spoke for a majority of his life suddenly start speaking and hearing was strange to say the least. "It would be nice to see how you do, plus then the Pros know you exist."

You nodded slowly, thinking. When you couldn't remember a word, you tapped his shoulder and signed instead. 'WORD SCARED?'

"Nervous?"

"I'm n-" you paused, repeating the word in your head, "nervous? Very scared."

Your younger brother placed a hand on your shoulder, "I am too, but it'll be good for us."

Your duo seperated, then, Izuku going with Uraraka and Iida, while you looked for a place to have your lunch. As much as you wanted to sit with him and his friends, you didn't like the lunchroom very much and tended to avoid crowds.

You held your bento box tightly in your hands, taking a left to try and find a window well to sit in.

"Lunch?"

Your head snapped up at the fluent English, (y/e/c) locking on green. "Hizashi!"

"You betcha, listener!" He laughed, hands on his hips.

God, just the sound of his voice practically made you melt. Out of the many sounds you had come to experience, the sound of Hizashi Yamada's voice was the best.

"Can I eat with you?" You stared at him anxiously, index fingers tapping the metal box in your hands.

He laughed again, the simple sound making you weak in the knees. "Sure thing."

You both made your way to his classroom, the blonde chattering away as usual while you simply smiled and nodded, not completely understanding the radio terminology he used so frequently. He took a seat on his desk, while you collapsed into his office chair, swivelling in a circle excitedly before opening your lunch.

"Are you doing the sports festival tomorrow?"

You looked up at him, suddenly nervous again. "I mean, I guess. It's just so soon, I only found out today."

He nodded, "it was kinda quick, but I think you'll do great!"

The smile that broke across your face was undeniably accompanied by a heavy blush, and you were quick to cover your cheeks in an attempt to hide it. "Thank you, Hizashi. I'm just nervous about getting beat up."

"I won't let that happen."

Your blush worsened beneath your hands, a giggle escaping your lips. "You can't do anything about those battle matches, Mr. Mic. Besides, how would the Pros know what I can do otherwise?"

His hand went to his chin, thinking. "True, but just promise you'll be careful, okay?"

You could only smile at him even wider, "anything for you, Michael."

"That's not my name-"

"But Presentation Michael sounds so cute!"

He just groaned, leaning back on his elbows. "So do you have any strategy yet?"

You shook your head, raising a carrot to your lips. "I wish I did. I'll probably just use my quirk to get people out of the ring on their own, if I make it that far."

"You will."

You continued eating your lunch in silence, pondering the upcoming festival as Hizashi chattered away to himself in rushed Japanese, something you weren't even going to try and understand at the moment.

After roughly a half an hour, the bell rang signalling for you to return to class.

"I'll text you tonight and get you pumped up, yeah?"

You nodded, smiling at the loud mouth who stood proudly in front of you. "I'll be waiting for it."

Before you could say anything, the man had pulled you into a tight hug, resting his chin on top of your head.

You blinked rapidly, trying to process what was happening, before hugging back with as much ferocity as you could muster. Being this close, you noted the smell of old record sleeves and pinesol, a combination you didn't expect to love as much as you did. (I know that's oddly specific, but old record sleeves are such a particular smell I just had to put it in there.)

"You should get going."

You nodded into his chest, neither of you letting go yet. You didn't want this small moment to end, your heart thundering so rapidly in your chest you could almost garuntee he could hear it as well. His finger subconciously tangled in your hair, and you gripped the bottom of his leather jacket, burying your nose in his chest.

"I don't want you to leave."

"I don't wanna leave."

You didn't know what this moment meant, and you didn't have the guts to ask him if he knew, but all you wanted was to enjoy it. Yeah, there was always the chance that he liked you back, but the chance that he didn't was much larger in your mind. You were going to take what you could get, even if it was only a few minutes of warm, comforting silence with the blonde.

The bell rang again, too soon for your tastes, and you knew you needed to leave for real this time. Releasing your hold, you took note of the hesitancy on Hizashi's part as he released you as well. "I'll talk to you later, right?"

He nodded as you moved towards the door, bright green eyes on you the entire time. "Yeah. Later."

You smiled at him, ducking from the classroom with a breathy sigh. You would take what you could get.