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[ This idea came to me when I was browsing for phone cases and I stumbled upon one that looked like an old-fashioned cassette tape (Which was awesome). I thought that Hizashi might be the type to have an appreciation for things like that and thus this fanfiction was born. Love this loud man. ]

[ When you graduated from Yuuei, you left a piece of your heart behind. Most would say it was wrong to have feelings for your teacher, but the only thing you had done wrong was refused to tell Hizashi how you felt. But now that you accepted an invitation to help with Yuuei's latest project, you were determined to tell him, and what better way than through something he loved? ]

You weren’t entirely sure how you felt about this, but you were passionate when it came to your craft, and with times being as dark as they were, with the recent prison break which released dangerous villains including All For One. You were happy to return to Yuuei and help construct it into a robotic and mechanical wonder.

Of course, there was another reason you had agreed to help, and it was silly and maybe even selfish. You knew it was natural to feel connected to your teachers, but there was one that you had grown fond of when you were a student, and you were eager to see him again.

You had already planned to reveal how you felt about him using one of his favorite things and although you didn’t know how he would respond, that wouldn’t stop you from going through with it. In fact, you planned to see him as soon as you set foot through the doors of Yuuei High.

“I’m very happy you accepted the invitation, in dire times like these we could use all the help we can get,” Principal Nezu said with a smile, he was sitting at his desk with his paws pressed against the top of it. “I’m happy to help,” you replied, hoping he wouldn’t catch onto the fact you were getting antsy.

“As a former student, you’re already familiar with the layout of Yuuei and I’m sure you’ve heard of the support student that’s close to breaking the record you set,” you nodded. “Yes sir, I’m aware of that student. Mei Hatsume, was it?” you asked. “Mmhm,” he replied before climbing off his chair and walking over to you.

“Come, I’ll introduce you,” he motioned with one paw in the air. “Mm…” you frowned but followed him regardless. Your head turned back and forth, drowning in the sense of nostalgia. “The school hasn’t changed much,” you commented, feeling the excitement build the closer you got to the Department of Support.

“Perhaps not the interior, but we have changed several rules and regulations to ensure the safety of our students,” Nezu replied before stopping outside the entrance to the Development Studio. “Hey,” you said, leaning down to speak quietly into his ear.

“Where is Present Mic? I was kind of hoping to see him,” you admitted, growing slightly flushed. “Hm?” Nezu looked at you, noting the discoloration of your cheeks and while he had his suspicions, he decided to play it off. “That walk must have exhausted you,” he said with a shrug.

“Perhaps we can get some water after introducing you to Hatsume,” he suggested before proceeding to climb up your leg and to your shoulder. “To answer your earlier question, I’m afraid Present Mic is having a meeting with Eraserhead at the moment,” you frowned, although you should have assumed he’d be busy.

It was amazing that he was a hero, teacher, and DJ all in one. “Oh, right…” you said, folding your hands in front of you and turning your head slightly to look at the principal who was now laying over your shoulder. “I was just hoping to get the chance to talk to him, after what he said on the radio yesterday,” Nezu nodded.

“Yes, I’m very happy he was able to announce that Yuuei will soon become a shelter. We must protect the innocent and continue to prove that heroes are here,” you smiled. “Right,” with that, you opened the door and stepped inside the Development Studio.

The smell of rubber and metal scraps hit your nose, making your body instantly relax. “I missed how it smelled in here,” you commented under your breath. There were several students working, and some turned their heads in awe as you passed by. “I’m guessing they recognize me,” you said.

“Yes,” Nezu replied, “you were quite the outstanding student when you were here and many of our support department students continue to be inspired by your work,” a sense of pride filled you. To think you influenced so many to try their hardest was enlightening, but you were still eager to meet this, Mei Hatsume.

“Ah, there she is,” Nezu pointed to a young student with pink dreadlocks. She was dressed in black and had several smears across her skin, more than likely from a hard day's work of inventing. She was currently hunched over a desk, and you assumed she was making blueprints of some kind.

“Hm,” you raised your eyebrows and approached her, but just like you she was so lost in her work that she drowned everything else out. “Go on,” Nezu encouraged, and you slowly reached out to touch her shoulder. You jolted when she turned her head and noticed the exhausted expression on her face.

The intensity in her eyes also made you feel somewhat uneasy and for a moment, you wondered if this is how you looked to others. After all, you were known for working on your inventions nonstop and neglected your well-being at certain times. You hesitated, unsure of how to introduce yourself.

“Hatsume,” Nezu said, and you felt some relief when she turned her gaze onto him. “This is Y/n, I’d like for the two of you to assist each other with the latest Yuuei project,” he stated, still hanging comfortably over your shoulder.

“HM!?” Mei replied before shooting up from her seat and invading your personal space without care. “I’m going to beat your record!” she announced with a wide and slightly unsettling smile. “Is…is that so?” you replied, placing one hand on your hip. She nodded in response.

“Much like you, Hatsume has poured her heart and soul into every one of her inventions,” you were surprised to hear that. When you were a student, you believed you were the only one out of your classmates that held a true passion for support items.

“When one of her inventions happens to fail, she sees it as a learning opportunity,” you latched onto your lip. Yes, failure was to be expected in your field. But it took a special person to rise above failure and become better.

“Both of you are very skilled when it comes to creating support gear and do not give up even when the task seems impossible. That’s why I selected the two of you to head this project,” Nezu explained, ignoring your curious and bewildered stare.

You never thought much of your inventions when you were a student, but he was correct in saying that you never gave up. Even when one of your inventions went haywire, you buckled down and rebuilt it again and again until it was successful.

“I’m honored to be working with someone of such great skill and I…hope you achieve your dream of surpassing my record,” you said, bowing respectfully while also making sure the principal didn’t fall off your shoulder.

“I’m going back to my blueprints now, I probably won’t remember your name when you come back,” she said with a smile. You knitted your eyebrows, what did that mean? “Uh…right,” you said, resisting the urge to shrug your shoulders before you walked away. “She’s interesting,” you said entering the hallway.

“Yes, I’m more than certain many said the same thing about you during your time as a student,” he said, curling his stubby fingers into your shoulder. “Mm...probably,” you agreed and continued walking down the hall in silence.

“Hey…is Present Mic finished with his meeting?” you asked, hoping you didn’t sound too desperate. “Perhaps we can check the teacher’s lounge,” he replied, hovering his paw in the air indicating that the room was around the corner.

“I’m certain we can catch him before he leaves for his radio station,” a smile tugged at the corner of your lips. “Okay,” your stomach twisted, and butterflies climbed up to your throat. You could feel the rectangular-shaped gift you intended to give him moving slightly in your pocket and yet straining against the fabric of your pants.

You took a deep breath, hearing your heart pounding in your ears when you came to a stop in front of the door that led to the teacher’s lounge. Hesitantly lifting your hand, you grasped your fingers around the cool metal handle and turned it. The smell of coffee and office supplies hit your nose when you stepped inside.

Your eyes immediately fell on Toshinori, or as he was more known as “All Might” who was now a ghost of his former self. He stared at you with his intense blue eyes before speaking. “You must be Y/n, the former support student. I’ve heard a lot about you,” he said, maintaining a monotone expression.

“Oh, uh…” Nezu proceeded to climb down from your shoulder. “That’s correct, Y/n is here to help Hatsume with our latest project as planned,” you glanced at him before chuckling. “Uh…yeah! That’s what I’m here for…” you scratched the back of your head before shifting your gaze to the left of Toshinori to see Shota Aizawa.

While he wasn’t your teacher during your three years at Yuuei, you had run into him enough to feel comfortable greeting him. “Hi…Mr. Aizawa,” you said, giving a half-hearted wave. “Mm,” he responded, giving the slightest of head movements as if he were completely uninterested in chatting with you.

“Alright, y’all!” A loud and familiar voice echoed through the air, making you jump. Your head immediately jolted in the direction of the noise, and your heart skyrocketed when you caught sight of that black clothing and tall blond hair. Where did he come from!?

Your hands curled into your chest and although you didn’t realize it, you were holding your breath while you looked at him. The man that continued to steal your heart away. “I gotta jet like a little old rabbit late for tea, ya dig!?” he yelled, looking at his phone before turning to walk out the door.

He stopped dead and stumbled back when he realized someone was standing in the way, and it wasn’t just any old someone. It was you. He blinked a few times, and his signature shades slipped down the bridge of his nose.

A few moments of silence passed before he grinned like the Cheshire cat. “Well, what a sight for sore eyes!” he bellowed, immediately opening his arms with the intent to hug you. Your words became frozen in your throat, and your face grew hot when he pulled you against his chest.

The smell of leather and hair gel filled your nostrils and you hoped he didn’t feel your heart pounding in your chest. “Hm?” you felt some sadness when he grasped your shoulders and pulled away. “What brings this former kitty back to the city?” he questioned with that bright smile you missed so much.

“O-oh um…” your mind went blank, and you glanced away ignoring the cool air against your flushed cheeks. You parted your lips, noticing they were trembling. “I’ll explain once we’re out in the hall,” Nezu interjected, and you almost felt ashamed for forgetting that he was standing next to you.

Of course, that wasn't the current issue you were concerned with. “B-but I…” your fingers grazed along the outline of the gift in your pocket. You just wanted to give it to Hizashi already but maybe it would be better if you waited.

Reluctantly, you stepped to the side allowing Hizashi to follow Nezu out into the hallway. “They’ll be back, right?” you turned to look at Toshinori and Shota, waiting for one of them to speak but it seemed neither of them knew the answer, given the silence.

“I’m afraid I must apologize, I purposely avoided informing you that Y/n was coming back,” Nezu stated, looking up at Hizashi, who was currently raising his eyebrow. He cocked his head to one side, and his hands immediately began waving around like mad.

“That’s whacked! Why you keeping secrets from this DJ!?” he exclaimed, crisscrossing his arms over his chest. “Mm…” Nezu looked down, placing his hands behind his back. “I understand how distressed this must make you feel, but I assure you it was for a good reason,” he stated.

“I am not certain you were aware of how Y/n felt about you during their time here as a student,” Hizashi knitted his eyebrows, scratching the side of his temple. “Why you bringing up feels?” he questioned, yet again speaking more with his arms and hands than his actual words.

Nezu closed his eyes. “I see,” he replied, he didn’t believe Hizashi was intentionally oblivious to your feelings. He was kind and certainly paid attention to his students when needed. Perhaps the problem was the fact that he viewed you as a student and therefore the possibility of a student having feelings toward him did not enter his mind.

Nezu had his hopes that being a graduate and having been away from Hizashi would give you time to sort out your feelings and perhaps focus your mind on something else. But as soon as you mentioned wanting to see Hizashi he knew that the affection you felt was still there.

Now that you were no longer attending Yuuei he couldn’t interfere with whatever the two of you decided to do. “Just know that while they are here, I and the rest of the Yuuei staff support your decisions going forward,” he was purposely being vague. Hizashi needed to find out about your feelings for him on his own.

He turned to walk down the hall. “Now I suggest you speak to Y/n before you leave,” Hizashi frowned, somewhat unclear of what type of conversation he just had. Regardless, he needed to hurry. He couldn’t risk being late for his own radio show, but he also wanted the chance to speak to you.

He loved catching up with old students, even if you were technically a recent graduate, he missed the quirky words the two of you used to exchange and the silly things he'd do to make you laugh or giggle. It was a blessed sound to the DJ’s ears, and he wanted to hear it again…another day.

He reached into his pocket for his phone, looking at the time, and supposed he could spare a couple of minutes to speak to you before departing. After all, from what he understood you were going to be here for at least a few days, so a short conversation was certainly doable.

“Yeah, I interned at Detnerat after I graduated, creating lifestyle support items was an honor. But I missed the fast-paced action Yuuei used to bring to my life,” you finished explaining to Toshinori just before the door opened.

“Hm?” you looked over your shoulder, and your eyebrows immediately rose along with the pace of your heart. “Hey, how ya do!?” he exclaimed, moving his hands rapidly up and down. “Heh,” you smiled, despite those butterflies once again making your stomach twist.

“Mm…I guess I’ll leave you two be,” Toshinori said, walking back to his desk. “Huh?” you turned your head and waved at him. “Oh, uh thanks?” you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before turning back to Hizashi whose eyes hadn’t left you.

“So heard you’re back helping with the techy tech project,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall next to the door with one of his feet pressed firmly against it. You latched onto your lip, forcing yourself to take a step toward him.

“Mmhm,” you nodded. “I’m here to help!” you said with a nervous chuckle. You needed to give him the gift, it was now or never! “Uh, so are you…heading to your studio now?” you placed your hands behind your back, tilting your head.

“I was kind of hoping to catch up, it’s been a while…” Hizashi frowned, “Yeah,” he agreed. “But it’s always nice to see students both old and new passing through these halls,” he gestured with his hand before letting his shoulders drop. “Um…” once again your fingers traced along the gift in your pocket.

“Before you…go can I uh…I mean…” Hizashi knitted his eyebrows, you weren’t usually a student that had trouble speaking. Wait...scratch that, you weren't a student anymore. Guess he'd have to get used to that. Anyways, you were a social butterfly, nonetheless.

“Ya having trouble speaking with that twisted tongue?” he teased, pointing his finger at you, and smiled when you giggled in response. “Shut up,” you replied, taking another breath. ‘Come on, you can do this!’ You reached into your pocket, finally pulling out the gift. It was wrapped in bright yellow paper with a small bow on top.

“I…wanted to give you this!” you said, holding it out to him. “Hm?” he blinked, allowing his shades to slide down the bridge of his nose. Was he surprised you had gotten him a gift? He reached out and unwrapped it with care, smiling when he finally saw what it was.

“I dig old-fashioned mixtapes!” he announced, holding the cassette between his thumb and forefinger. Of course, he appreciated all the music-related items before his time. But the mixtape wasn't actually a mixtape. Oh no. What was on that cassette was a confession of how you felt.

“Well, it’s not actually-” you stumbled back when he shoved the cassette in your face. “Thanks a bunch!” he exclaimed. “Oh uh, you’re welcome. Did you hear what I-” he pulled his hand back and tucked your gift into the front pocket of his jacket.

“I’ll listen to it at my studio!” that’s the only place he had the proper equipment to play it. “Wait…y-you’re going to listen to it in private right?” you had never been to his radio station, but you imagined that he had his own little private room or office where he could do whatever he wanted in peace.

“Sure thing!” he replied with a smile that made your heart race. He pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen. “Well, well, well…it’s time to jet!” he announced, waving you goodbye. “Heh…” you weakly returned the gesture before laying your hand on your chest.

You felt the soft thumping of your heart against your palm and closed your eyes. Regardless of what his reaction was when he heard your confession, you were willing to deal with the consequence. It had been years and your feelings hadn’t gone away, so now you had to face them before it was too late.

Not that heroes were known for pursuing romantic relationships. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't fear someone else taking Hizashi away from you. “Well…” you turned to Toshinori and Shota, who remained sitting at their desks.

“I think I’ll head back to the Development Studio. It was nice seeing you two again,” you said, bowing before leaving. You smiled as you sat at one of the provided desks, in front of you was the blueprint Mei had been working on earlier.

You were touching it up and adding any extra details you thought would be beneficial. Your phone was lying on the corner of the desk and a soft, upbeat song had just finished playing. “Alright, you cats and dogs!” came Hizashi’s voice soon after.

“Welcome back to Put Your Hands Up Radio! You know this DJ’s life is usually on the repeat button but today I exchanged words with an old student of mine!” You immediately leaned up, was he…yes! He was talking about you!

The smile that came to your face could outshine the sun itself. “That’s right, this DJ does more than just spit into this mic! But let’s get back to the subject at hand, this little old student of mine gave me a gift,” your smile lessened and you looked at your phone, somewhat dumbfounded.

“And I’d like to share it with all of you after the break! See y’all soon!” That smile shattered and panic washed over your features. “W-W-WHAT!?” Your scream echoed through the Development Studio, and frantic footsteps came seconds later.

“What’s the matter!?” your facial features remained twisted as if you had just seen a murder committed and when you turned your head to look at the individual who rushed to your aid. They flinched, “A-are you okay?” They stuttered out, growing more concerned when you turned your head back and stared at the wall.

“He’s going to play it…for everyone to hear,” you whispered, why didn’t he keep his word, and play it in private!? You curled your hands into tight fists and lowered your head. You needed to stop him! The unknown student stumbled when you ran past them and out into the hallway.

You didn’t care who was around, you were on a mission. As you rounded the corner that led to the glorious front door, you stopped short and the sound of your shoes squeaking against the floor filled the air. “Huh?” you blinked, surprised to see Nezu smiling at you, and next to him was Shota.

“Heading somewhere?” he asked, causing a chill down your spine. You stared at him before clenching your fists. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and lowered your head, you didn’t have time for this. “I need to go,” you said through your teeth.

“Mm…” Nezu closed his eyes, “I am well aware,” he replied. “That is why I asked Eraserhead to join me, we will help you get to Present Mic’s studio,” you knew you were supposed to take that as good news, but instead your chest felt heavy, and you frowned.

“Do…do you know how I…” you were almost too afraid to ask, but Nezu nodded. “I’m afraid I’ve known how you’ve felt about him for quite some time,” your jaw dropped, and you felt...exposed. Violated even. Nezu knew, but didn't say or do anything about it?

“While Yuuei has strict guidelines regarding romantic or otherwise relationships. I know that we cannot stop the feelings of the heart and you are no longer a student here, so you may pursue him,” your eyes softened, and your throat felt tight. How were you supposed to respond to that?

“But I’m afraid if he were to share the gift you gave him with the public, it may cause bad publicity for Yuuei,” you frowned, ah so that’s why they wanted to help. “Let’s get going,” Shota said, “We don’t have much time, and Yamada isn’t always patient when it comes to his work,” he noted, walking out the door.

You looked at Nezu before following Shota’s lead. The sound of dull traffic almost distracted you from your paranoid thoughts as did looking out the window, watching the world pass by in a blur. You were sitting in the back, with your hands folded in your lap.

“Are…are we going to make it there before he…” Nezu turned in his seat. “Given your circumstances, I ensured that precautions were set in place. I have already informed the studio you will be paying a visit. That should gain us enough time to get there before he proceeds to do anything further,” you hoped for his sake, he was right.

“Alright folks we’re back!” came Hizashi’s voice from the car radio, Shota had put it on believing it would help lessen your uneasiness, but instead you tensed up. “As promised, this DJ’s gonna play the savory licks provided by that old student of mine!” Your breath hitched.

“Huh?” There was a moment of silence and static filled the air. “Is that right!? Well, how ya do!? That old student of mine is gonna drop by the studio any moment, guess we’ll have to wait to see what’s on this tape!” You clasped your hand over your chest, somewhat relieved for the moment.

When you finally arrived, you scrambled out of the car and rushed past the large glass doors of the radio station. Everyone that was cluttered in the lobby flinched when you came to a sudden stop in front of the receptionist's desk, she looked at you bewildered before hesitantly asking if she could help you.

“I…I’m here to see Present Mic! I’m the old student he was talking about!” The words left your mouth in a quick and panicked fashion, but you ignored the look of concern across the woman’s face. “Mm,” she reached for the phone and pressed an unknown button, you assumed she was calling the recording studio to confirm your arrival.

“Yes, they’re here. I’ll send them up,” with that she hung up and stood from her desk. “Go around the corner to the elevator, hit the top floor button and you’ll find yourself in the recording studio,” she instructed, and your lip quivered before you thanked her and rushed to the elevator.

You wiggled your legs back and forth, growing more impatient with each passing second. When the doors finally opened again, you walked into a large room with several monitors and a large piece of equipment that looked as though it were used to mix sounds together.

There was a large glass window that led into a smaller room where you could see Hizashi speaking into a microphone, and you noticed the “On-Air” sign was glowing red. “Hey,” A young girl greeted you. She had short, dark purple hair with the most unusual-looking earlobes which extended down and formed earphone jacks.

She was dressed in a purple and black striped top with a long, black-sleeved cardigan. She was also wearing black denim shorts with fishnet stockings and combat boots. You blinked. "Oh...hey," you said, feeling your curiosity rise, "a-are you an intern?"

She smiled, placing one hand on her hip before shaking her head. "Nah," she replied. "I just volunteer here sometimes," you knitted your eyebrows. "Volunteer? So...are you close to...Present Mic?" you asked, feeling jealousy swell in your heart.

She tilted her head and her lips pressed out into a thin line as if she didn't understand your question. "Close?" she repeated before shrugging. "He's just one of my teachers," she said, waving her hand lightly through the air. "Teacher? Wait...so you're one of his students?" you asked, and she nodded.

"Kyoka Jirou's my name, and you're the old student that was due to arrive," she said, and you glanced to the side, feeling ashamed for almost letting your jealousy get the better of you. "I'll tell him you're here," she said, walking toward the door that led into the recording room.

She knocked before stepping inside. “Your old student is here,” she said casually poking her head through the door. Hizashi smiled, “Ya hear that folks?! Our special guest has arrived!” he shouted into the mic, moving his hands rapidly through the air.

Kyoka rolled her eyes before motioning you over. “Uh heh…” you forced a smile when you walked into the recording room. ‘Damn it, what am I even supposed to do now?!’ you frantically thought, hearing Kyoka close the door behind you.

‘If I tell him OVER AIR that I don’t want him playing that cassette then it might cause an argument or make him look bad or something!’ Not that Hizashi was the type to argue, but he did like causing a scene and you knew that he was intent on sharing what he believed was a simple mixtape to his listeners.

“Pop a squat!” he said, pointing at the stool next to him. “I was just about to play this tapey tape you gave me! That’s right listeners, it’s finally time!” The wave of panic from earlier washed over you and before you could register your actions, you reached out with the intent of snatching the cassette away from him.

“Whoa! What’s the matter there? Caught a case of the shy bug?!” he teased, blocking your arms from reaching the cassette tape he was now holding above his head. You growled, cursing your short stature. Okay, it was clear he wasn't going to give the tape up and despite the “On Air” sign clearly still lit, you needed to address this problem.

“I…I thought you said you were going to play it in private!” you pouted in hopes that he’d give in to what you wanted. The door of the recording room opened. “Hm?” he scratched his head. “Did I? Well, what can I say? This DJ has a short memory!” he announced before turning to Kyoka.

“Here!” he handed her the cassette. “Go play this!” he politely ordered, and Kyoka looked at you, raising her eyebrow when you held your hands up and violently shook your head. Were you embarrassed to share the songs you picked out for Present Mic?

She shrugged and turned to leave. “W-what, no!” you exclaimed, attempting to rush past Hizashi and grab her. But much like any trained hero, his reaction was quick, and he pulled you back. “Ah!” you kicked your feet, wiggling in his grip.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked, he had never seen you like this before, and he wasn't about to let you attack another student. “Mm…” he frowned, tightening his grip as you grew more aggravated. He had been a teacher for years, and there was one-way Yuuei handled rowdy students.

“Cool it!” he shouted, using his quirk at the lowest possible frequency but it was still enough to make your ears ring and you clenched the sides of your head with a painful hiss. “Come on…” he said, guiding you to sit down. “N-no wait…” your voice was weak, but that didn’t stop you from laying a hand on his chest.

“T-the cassette isn’t a-” Your words were drowned out when Kyoka's voice echoed through a speaker that you assumed was on the ceiling of the recording room. “I'm going to play the tape now,” she said, and you held your breath when a soft ‘click’ sounded and your voice came through.

It sounded scratchy and slightly low quality, but that was to be expected. “Present Mic” Your hands curled into the front of his jacket, and you could only stand there helplessly. “I wasn’t myself when I first met you…wasn’t the person I wanted you to see me as. I wanted to be better for you,” This definitely wasn't you being better.

“All those long days sitting in your class, admiring you from afar only did so much and I remember getting so jealous when you paid attention to other students because…I wanted your eyes on me only,” Now the whole world would have their eyes on you.

“But I also wanted you to see me as something more than just your student. I knew it was wrong, the way I felt about you back then but…when is love ever right?” Your face was scolding hot, and your heart sank all the way to your stomach which was turning so fast, you felt nauseous.

You wanted to squeeze your eyes shut and open them to realize this was all a dream. But no, this was the reality of your actions. Nezu frowned, continuing to listen to the radio and your confession. He shook his head, almost as if he were disappointed.

“My, what a predicament this will cause,” he commented before Shota groaned. He turned to look at the man who had his hand pressed against his face, perhaps frustrated or embarrassed. “This won’t bode well for Yuuei’s reputation,” he said.

Then again with the way things were heading, heroes might not be seen in the same light they once were. You latched onto your lip, sinking your teeth so deep into the soft flesh it was likely to bleed. You didn’t want to look at Hizashi, too afraid of what you’d see but you needed to. Hesitantly you lifted your head and grimaced.

His eyebrows were lowered and knitted together. His eyes held a distant look, and his mouth was hanging open, at a loss for words. Your confession regarding how you felt for the voice hero was out there. Everyone in Japan had heard it and more than likely this would be the latest scoop in gossip-related hero news.

Your hands curled tighter into his leather jacket, desperate for his attention, for him to look at you even. “I-I’m so sorry I didn’t m-mean to…” you clenched your jaw, muffling the sound of a hiccup. Hot angry tears were rolling down your cheeks, was an apology enough?

Should you even apologize for telling him how you felt? You loved him, and that wasn’t wrong no matter what anyone said. “C-can you please just look at me, I-” You turned when the door was smashed open, hitting the opposite wall, and leaving a few cracks.

You shivered when your eyes came to rest on Shota whose hair was already standing on end and his eyes glowing red. All rational thought (Or what was left after what had just happened) to step away from Hizashi was ignored even as Shota approached and grabbed your arm. “We need to go,” he snarled, pulling you with all his strength.

“Huh?” Hizashi’s eyes softened, and he turned just in time to see Shota dragging you toward the now broken-looking door. His legs bent, and for once in his life he was hesitant. His instinct to want to protect you, even from his best friend, was strong and if you really loved him, he couldn’t ignore you or let anyone hurt you.

Not that he would, even if this situation was different, all he knew at this moment was that he needed you. Right here, right now. “Aizawa!” he shouted, scrambling to lay his hand on the man’s shoulder and making sure his fingers had a secure grip. A moment of silence filled the air. “What?” Shota responded, clearly irritated.

“Keep it cool man,” Hizashi said with a scowl. The two of them looked at each other, as if they understood what the other wanted and after a few seconds Shota sighed. “I expect them back at Yuuei,” with that, he released his hold on you and walked out of the room. You swallowed hard, finding that your throat felt tight.

“P-Present Mic I-” he shoved a finger in your face, successfully silencing you. The “On Air” sign was darkened, and he wouldn’t be returning from commercial break. He looked up, noticing that everyone, including Kyoka, was gone. Shota must have scared them away but at least you and he had privacy to talk.

He looked at you, his eyebrows still lowered. He sighed, pressing a hand to his forehead. How was he going to address this? “Mm…” you frowned when you heard him sigh, that couldn’t be good. Your stomach was yet again twisted, and you wished those butterflies would go away and that the floor would swallow you.

“This could have been a serious issue ya know,” he said with the corner of his lip turned up in a snarl and his hands grasping his hips. You looked at him in disbelief, could have been a serious issue? It was a serious issue!

“I…” you couldn’t think of anything to say in response, your mind was blank, or maybe you were still mortified over what happened. He should have known this is what Nezu meant. Yeah, he wasn’t aware of how you felt about him.

Then again, he did notice your glance and the way you’d stare at him when you were a student. He assumed it was nothing or that maybe it was just admiration. After all, heroes were looked up to. But guess he was wrong and now he and the whole world knew how you felt about him.

“Mm…” he leaned back, turning his head to look at the wall while rubbing the back of his neck. “I think I deserve an explanation for all of this,” he said, crossing his arms and turning back to look at you, “and the way you acted earlier, that was so not dope,” he added.

“Ah…” your jaw hung open, and you took a step back, but the scowl on Hizashi’s face told you that if you tried moving any further, he’d unleash his voice and possibly temporarily paralyze you. “Well…I,” you twiddled your thumbs together, glancing away from him.

Your eyes felt a little irritated from earlier, and you sniffled. “You…you said you’d…play it in private,” you muttered the last part. “Hm?” he blinked and pointed a finger at you. “Why you bringing that up again, yo!?” he shouted and you paused, shifting your gaze back to him.

“Why did you want to play it for the whole world!?” you shouted back, making him sigh. He brought his hand up and dragged it against his face in frustration, he didn’t want to argue with you. But in truth, he did have a reason for wanting to play the cassette over the air.

Granted, he was under the impression that it was nothing more than a mixtape. He clenched his jaw, tightening his hands into fists. “There ain’t nothing wrong with sharing!” he shouted again, making you frown in response.

“Sharing?” you repeated, and Hizashi crossed his arms, turning away from you. “I ain’t about repeating myself, and…this cat doesn’t share his feelings that well, but…” he paused, glancing back and forth before once again looking at you.

He dropped his arms and hesitantly approached you. That look of confusion and uncertainty across your face somewhat killed him, but it quickly turned into awe when he reached up to take his signature shades off, revealing his green-yellow eyes and unique-looking pupils.

It was strange how exposed he felt and yet, in a strange way he was comforted because he was in your presence. “It took bravery to spit those words onto tape,” he admitted. You pressed your lips together, nodding in agreement.

“I…just wanted you to listen to it in private, even if you rejected me I just…” your words faded, and you found yourself getting lost in his eyes. The scent of leather invaded your nostrils when he stepped closer, and his fingers ghosted over the skin of your arms, trailing upward to your shoulders.

You shivered at his touch, and he paused briefly before resting one hand on your shoulder and laying his opposite on your cheek. The silky and smooth feeling of his leather glove against your skin was so welcoming and you reached up, allowing your fingers to slip between his.

The two of you exchanged another glance before Hizashi leaned forward, and for a split second, you panicked, not sure what to do. So, you remained still, closing your eyes when you felt the butterfly touch of his lips against yours, accompanied by the slight tickle from his mustache.

Your hands came up, curling into the front of his jacket like earlier. You leaned forward with the intention of deepening the kiss, but Hizashi leaned away slightly flustered and out of breath. He never knew that something as simple as a kiss could cause this reaction in him, but he was always so focused on his work.

He never had time for a relationship with his busy schedule, hell he never even had time to daydream about romance. But all at once you came crashing back into his life declaring your love for him and yet, he couldn't help but ask if this was right. Was he willing to go down this path with an old student?

The way you were looking at him, your eyes so full of love and yet hurt because he pulled away. He frowned, “It’s not wrong to like someone! This DJ’s just stunned I’m the one where your heart belongs!” he explained, pulling his hands away from you to move them rapidly through the air as he usually did when he spoke.

Your lips tingled, and you swore your bottom one was trembling but whether that was an aftereffect of the kiss or your nerves wasn’t known now. “D-do you…are you okay with my feelings toward you?” if he kissed you that must mean something, right?

“Well…” he turned, scratching his cheek. “It might be wrong in the face of society, but those cats could use a cool down! As for the heat Yuuei might bring, it’ll die down eventually! I wouldn’t mind taking this romance on a trial run, ya dig?!” he grinned and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close.

“Uh…” you were a little stunned. “Is…that a yes?” you asked, feeling your heart race when he nodded in response. “Now hows about returning you to Yuuei!? Aizawa is expecting you!” he exclaimed, slipping his shades back on before wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Hm, oh right…” you replied, feeling somewhat disappointed as Hizashi guided you out of the room. “Oh, and one more thing,” he said just prior to stepping into the elevator. “Sorry for embarrassing you. But hey, it was great publicity for Put Your Hands Up Radio!” he cried out, lifting his arms into the air.

Guess publicity could be both good and bad. “Okay...” you said, knowing that he was right. Nothing about the way you felt was wrong, and you looked forward to being with the one you had loved since arriving at Yuuei all those years ago.

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