Present Mic x Deaf! Reader

Hey Pretty Stranger

SOOOOO IM BACK!! My dumb butt got in a car accident and needed to be hospitalized and rehabilitated for the past couple months, but I'm free and allowed to write again!! Yay!!!

"Hey stranger!" He couldn't help the smile that danced across his face at the sound of your voice. It had been almost a week since the incident, and you had been hospitalized since. Today was your first day back on the job.

"(Y/n)! You're back!" The loudmouthed hero spun on his heel, eager and waiting to wrap you in the tightest hug he could muster. "I missed you."

You snuggled into the heros arms, resting your forehead in the crook of his neck as you hugged him back. "I missed you too, Hizashi."

"I watered your plants for you."

"Did you overwater them?"

"You can overwater plants?"

You laughed, releasing him from the hug but absentmindedly keeping a hand in his own. "Yes! They can get root rot!"

"Whoops!" He couldn't help but shrug, knowing full well your hand was still in his and trying to keep his composure. Truly, Yamada wanted nothing more then to jump aroumd screaming. You, a pretty girl, were holding his hand. What human being wouldn't pay to have their hand held by you?

"We should get going, class starts soon."

"I don't have a class right now though!"

A giggle escaped your lips, and his eyes were drawn in immediately. The curve of your cupidsbow, the way the edges of your lips turned up happily. God, he wanted nothing more then to kiss you. "Then you'll just have to sit this one out, huh smart one?"

He smirked back, squeezing your hand lightly. "I'll try."

He couldn't help but oogle a little as you released his hand and walked away. God, no one should be able to have a body that nice. You were absolutely perfect in his eyes, from the slight sway of your lips to the little imperfections in your face. Nothing would be more precious to you then him.

He wanted to beat himself up for it, though, stuck in his head as he returned to his classroom. How fast he had fallen, how hard. It was unnatural of him. He was supposed to be the flirt, the playboy, but you had reduced him to a shaky, stuttering mess.

And, to be honest, he didn't mind it as much as he pretended to.