#Hizashi

[mymhameme]

The late hour show is not for young listeners. Mic has slut tendencies and he is not shy about it.

[moodyvoid]

All Might: “How are the two of you managing to stay so young?”

Aizawa: “Perhaps it’s genetics?”

Yamada: “Must be our workout routines!”

Aizawa: “You don’t even participate half the time…”

Yamada: “Well, it definitely isn’t from your sleep schedule.”

Eri, who’s been secretly rewinding both of them so they��ll live longer.

[sirxaibs]

Hizashi Yamada X Reader Drabble/Crack

🖇️✩ +̊🎧 MOMMY?!?? 🖇️✩ +̊🎧

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a student calls you mom

·+̊🖇️✩ +̊🎧⊹♡ Setting up for Hizashi’s English class was something you did often as his TA, but today, you felt particularly playful. The classroom was empty, the morning sunlight casting golden rays through the windows as you arranged papers on his desk. Hizashi stood near the whiteboard, adjusting the projector settings, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose.

“You know, Y/N,” Hizashi mused, tapping at the keyboard, “I think these kids would riot if they knew how excited I was for today’s lesson.”

You chuckled, glancing over the syllabus. “They always riot when it comes to English.”

You smirked, stepping closer until you were right behind him. Your fingers ghosted over the fabric of his vest as you leaned in, breath warm against his ear.

“Oh, they always riot when it comes to english,” you murmured, voice dripping with mischief. “But lucky for you, I’m here. and the faster this lesson goes means we can finally have some… fun.”

Hizashi stiffened for half a second before he turned to you, eyes slightly wide behind his glasses. His ears, hidden beneath his wild blond hair, were definitely burning red. “Oh? Is that so?” His voice cracked just a little, and you bit your lip to hold back a laugh.

Before he could recover, the bell rang, signaling the start of class. The door swung open as students began filtering in, chatting amongst themselves. You took a casual step back, arms crossed, watching as Hizashi cleared his throat, adjusting his collar as if it would help hide his flustered expression.

“ALRIGHT, CLASS! LET’S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!” he boomed, though you could hear the slight edge in his voice.

A collective groan cut him off.

“Not English…” one student muttered, resting their forehead against the desk.

Another let out a dramatic sigh. “Why do we even need to learn this? Can’t we just use our quirks in other countries and let a translator handle it?”

You smirked, stepping forward. “Actually, no. A lot of hero agencies overseas require their heroes to have at least basic conversational skills in English. And trust me, you don’t want to be that one hero who has no idea what’s going on in a mission briefing.”

A few students exchanged glances, though the enthusiasm was still lacking.

Hizashi nodded. “Yeah! Plus, how are you gonna do interviews with foreign news outlets if ya don’t know what they’re askin’?”

“That’s what subtitles are for,” a student shot back, earning a few chuckles.

You sighed, shaking your head. “Look, I get it. English can be frustrating. But it’s not impossible. And since I actually spent time in America, I know the best ways to help you guys get comfortable with it.”

One student perked up. “You were in America?”

You nodded. “Yeah. A few months, actually. Lived there, worked there, and had to use English every single day. Trust me, I made all the mistakes you could possibly make, so I know exactly what you’re struggling with.”

“Wait… So you were, like, an American hero?”

“Not exactly,” you admitted. “More like I was there for a temporary collaboration. But I did patrols, worked with some American heroes, and had to communicate with civilians. So if you want to hear some embarrassing stories about me messing up English in public, now’s your chance.”

That seemed to spark some interest.

“Did you ever say something really bad by accident?”

“Oh, definitely.” You smirked, crossing your arms. “I once tried to compliment someone’s shirt and accidentally told them they looked like a banana.”

A few students laughed. Even Hizashi chuckled beside you.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” he said, gesturing dramatically. “Language isn’t just about books and testsit’s about communication! And sometimes, communication is messy, but that’s how ya learn!”

The class groaned again, but at least this time, it was with less resistance.

You smirked. “Alright, let’s start simple. Let’s go around and have everyone introduce themselves in English. Just a basic ‘Hi, my name is ____, and my quirk is ____.’”

The students groaned again, but one by one, they hesitantly began their introductions, stumbling over words and laughing at their own mistakes. You and Hizashi guided them through the pronunciations, offering encouragement where needed.

Midway through the lesson, as you walked between desks helping students with their pronunciation, a sleepy voice mumbled, “Mom, how do you say ‘speed boost’ in English?”

Silence.

You blinked, turning slowly toward the student who had spoken. The entire class went dead quiet as the realization hit them. The student, wide eyed with horror, turned an impossible shade of red.

“I I mean uh” They clamped their hands over their mouth, mortified.

The room erupted into laughter. Even Hizashi doubled over, his laughter echoing through the classroom. You couldn’t help but smirk, arms crossed as you arched an eyebrow.

“Well,” you said, grinning, “at least you said it in English.”

·+̊🖇️✩ +̊🎧⊹♡

The final bell rang, signaling the end of class. Students packed up their things, still chuckling over the earlier slip up. The poor student who had accidentally called you “mom” had bolted out of the room the second they could, face burning red. You were still amused by it, though.

“Alright, see ya next class!” Hizashi called after the last few students, waving as they shuffled out the door.

Once the room was empty, you sighed, stretching your arms over your head. “Whew. That went better than expected.”

“Oh yeah?” Hizashi drawled, turning toward you with a mischievous glint in his eye. “You sure about that, Mommy?”

You froze. Then you turned to him slowly, narrowing your eyes. “…What did you just say?”

He grinned, far too pleased with himself. “What? I’m just embracing my student’s interpretation of our dynamic! I mean, you are helpin’ me teach, you keep ‘em in check feels pretty parental to me!” He stroked his chin dramatically. “Maybe I should start callin’ ya that more often”

You smacked his arm firm, but playful.

“OW!” He laughed, rubbing the spot where you hit him. “What?! It’s a term of endearment!”

You shook your head, grinning. “Oh, you think you’re funny, huh?”

“I know I’m funny.”

You crossed your arms, smirking. “Well… I could be a mommy.”

Silence.

Hizashi just stood there.

His expression froze completely like his brain had just cut out. He wasn’t even blinking, just staring at you with his mouth slightly open.

You bit back a laugh at the way his mind was clearly racing at a million miles per hour.

And then, just to mess with him even more, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away and sauntering toward the door. “See you later, Daddy.”

You barely made it out of the room before he exploded.

“WH WAIT! HEY! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”

You laughed as he stumbled after you, his voice rising in sheer panic and excitement.

“Babe, hold on WAIT A MINUTE” He caught up, following you into the hallway. “Are you just messin’ with me, or ? ‘Cause, like, if you’re serious”

You threw him a teasing look over your shoulder. “What? You want to make me a mom right now?”

His face went completely red, but his determination didn’t waver. “I MEAN IF YOU’RE DOWN I’M JUST SAYIN’”

You only laughed harder, enjoying how flustered he was. you had no doubt this is going to be a topic of discussion when you get home today.

[rascak]

buddies

[jellyviscious]

Coming back from a long stint of no art to bring you cowboy/country singer Hizashi. Ur welcome

[specialagentlokitty]

Present mic x reader - I love you, I love you

You were sitting on your couch, rubbing a hand up and down your sternum as you tried to easy the dull pain that you were feeling.

You were so focused on the TV that at first you didn’t notice your phone was ringing.

Brining a hand up to your mouth, you coughed slightly, and you looked at the petals in your hand, taking a shaky breath.

This time you saw your phone ringing and you answered, sticking it on speaker as you stared at the petals.

“Hey Hizashi.”

“Yo! Yo! What’re you doing right now?!”

You set the petals down on your coffee table.

“I’m just at home, how come?”

You could hear voices on the other end and the sound of music, he was definitely at least a little tipsy at this point.

“Come to the bar yo!

You sighed.

“Sorry Hizashi, I’m not feeling well right now but have fun.”

With that you hung up, and you noticed a few other messages coming through.

Midnight: are you not coming out this week?

Aizawa: I’ll tell him to stop calling you until he’s sober again. Do you need anything?

You reply back to both of them and turn your phone off, coughing up a few more petals.

You knew how this went, you knew how bad this was going to get if you didn’t do anything about it now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything.

You felt ashamed about having this disease, you felt ashamed about what it meant that you had suddenly developed it.

You knew your options, everybody knew the options, you either die to the disease, you have it removed along with your feelings, or you confess and pray those feelings are returned.

You didn’t know what to do, and as the weeks went on it slowly started to get worse and worse to the point when you were sat in the teachers lounge at UA you had a white knuckle grip on your shirt to try and ease the pain in your chest.

You didn’t look up as the door was opened, but you did when you heard his voice.

“(Y/N)?”

You glance to Hizashi before glancing away from him.

“Hey…” he said quietly.

It wasn’t like him to be so soft, so gentle when talking, so you furrowed your brows a little bit.

You smile a little bit at him, and turn back to your work, and he sat in a chair next to your desk with a frown on his face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing, I’m alright ‘zashi.”

He narrowed his eyes a little bit, clearly not believing you.

“You’re not alright don’t lie to me.”

You sighed a little, setting your papers aside as you looked up to him, offering him a small smile.

“It’s complicated that’s all, but I’m really fine I swear.”

He leant forward a little narrowing his eyes at you.

“No.”

He sighed, leaning back in his chair as he crossed his arms.

“You’ve never hidden anything from me, why’re you hiding this?”

“Look ‘Zashi, I said I’m alright, really. Okay? You don’t have to worry I promise.”

You stood up, pulling your jacket in and walked over him, placing your hand on top of his head as you walked past him.

“Come on! I know somethings wrong and you know I’m not gonna stop until you tell me!” He called back.

“I know!”

You left, and made your way back to your apartment, finally able to let out the series of coughs that you had been holding back all day.

It was worse than you thought as you sat on your couch, staring at the petals that just seemed to keep falling, the pain in your lungs getting even worse.

After a while there was a knock on your apartment door, and you shoved the petals under the couch to open it.

“Oh, hey Aizawa, what’s up?”

The other pro hero narrowed his eyes a little at you and held a single petal up in his hand.

“I know you have it.”

You grabbed him back his capture scarf and pulled him inside and slammed the door shut.

“Don’t be showing it around dumbass!” You hissed.

Aizawa glared a little bit at you.

“You know how dangerous it is hiding this (Y/N)!” He hissed.

“I know!”

Aizawa crossed his arms as he stared at you with a slightly cold expression on his face.

“Confess to them.”

“No.”

“Then get the surgery.”

“No…”

“Well those are your only two options! Be lucky I haven’t told anybody else yet because right now Hizashi is going mental because he thinks he’s pissed you off!”

You went quiet for a moment feeling a little guilty you made your best friend feel that away.

“He does…?”

“Yes! So either you go tell him what’s going on and let him help you or I will.”

You panicked a little bit, grabbing your brother by his arm.

“You can’t!”

Aizawa narrowed his eyes a little at you, then they widened slightly in realisation.

“You love him, don’t you?”

You lowered your head a little bit as you nodded, staring at the ground while tears burned your eyes, and that painful feeling in your chest came back.

You tried to hold the coughing back, but you still coughed slightly, petals falling into your palm.

“I can’t tell him…”

Aizawa sighed, resting your head in his chest.

“(Y/N) you have too, please? Or get the surgery, because I’ll be dammed if I stand aside and watch you die because of this stupid disease.

You sniffled a little bit, gaze fixated on the flowers at your feet.

“Please just tell him okay?”

“I..I can’t…”

Aizawa walked over and sat you down on the couch, wiping a few of your tears away.

He left the room for a few moments before coming back with a glass of water, handing it to you and he sat on the table in front of you.

“Why can’t you tell Hizashi you love him?”

“Because I know he doesn’t love me back…” you whisper.

Aizawa sighed softly, placing his hand on top of your head.

“You won’t know that until you tell him how you feel…”

You shook your head and Aizawa sighed heavily, he knew how stubborn you were, and when you were scared of being hurt you would do anything to refuse to acknowledge what’s hurting you.

You had a heart of gold, and that was your downfall, it always had been.

“Just get some rest alright? We’ll figure this out I promise.”

You sniffled a little and laid down on the couch, letting him cover yoh up with a blanket and he began to clean the petals all over your floor.

As much as you didn’t want to rest, your body had other plans, because if you were asleep it didn’t have to respond to the intense pain in your chest.

You soon fell asleep, and when you did Aizawa pulled his phone out of his pocket and left the room.

You didn’t notice the opening or closing of your front door, or that you had been moved from the couch into bed to sleep.

When you woke up, your chest felt worse and you slowly sat up while trying to take deep breaths.

“Aizawa…?” You called.

You could hear footsteps coming down the hall, and the door was opened and Hizahsi stood there instead with a glass of water in his hand as he walked over to pass it to you.

“He left a few hours ago.”

His tone wasn’t loud or cheerful like usual, it was soft, and slightly sad.

You nodded, sipping at the water in the glass, trying to resist the urge to cough but you couldn’t, and you coughed a few petals and some blood into your palm.

You tried to hide it but Hizashi was quick, he took your hand in his, carefully removing the petals and wiping the blood with a tissue.

He stayed quiet as he took the glass of water from you and set it down on the nightstand.

He look at you, and carefully took your face between his hands, running his thumbs along your cheeks.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.” He whispered.

Your eyes widened a little, hand still covering your mouth to fight back some coughs, and he placed a hand over yours, the other still cradling your face.

“I’ll say it as many times as I have to. I love you.”

He kept whispering it over and over again, moving his forehead to rest on yours with his eyes closed, still whispering, and you closed your eyes as well.

After some agonisingly slow minutes, and him constantly repeating that he loved you, you felt the pain in your chest starting to ease up a little bit.

You slowly moved your hand from your mouth.

“I love you..” you whispered.

This made him give his signature grin, and he quickly leant down to catch you in a gentle but passionate kiss which lasted a few minutes before he pulled away.

He crawled over you, laying down at your side and rested your head on his chest.

“I love you so much… I’ll be right here…”

You nodded again falling back to sleep.

It would take a few days for the disease to get out of your system, but it wasn’t growing anymore, and as long as he stayed by you, you knew everything was going to be alright

[siriuslywounded]

Aizawa?

no.

Kawaii-zawa.

[rustyhuh]

He is definitely a super star🎸🎤

[sp00killua]

I love pintrest

[frickingnerd]

spending time with present mic

pairing: hizashi yamada / present mic x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, established relationship

hizashi seems like the type of guy who gets along with everyone and who has no problems making friends with others

therefore you'd assume he'd have no trouble having fun with new people or just enjoy the time with his friends

however, ever since hizashi started dating you, he can't help but feel bored whenever you aren't around

sure, talking to other people is nice, but most of the times he'd rather spend time with you than some people he just met

he even starts to ask you to come along with him to all the events and meetings he has to go, knowing everything is more fun with you around

he even refuses to make plans for those big pro hero galas unless you promise to come with him! 

he used to be fine there by himself, knowing his friends were always there as well, but now he wants to share all those memories with you and keep you by his side whenever he can!

[skazkalight]

[dynamight-kat]

Deviating from my original posts rq to post some MHA.

I used a base by Mellon_Soup on TikTok/Patreon because I'm trying to learn poses and anatomy 🩷🖤

[mflanart]

day 6 - present mic 🔆

[non-artistic-license]

Hizashi Yamada eye.

Who could be up next?

I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing. There are no plans. There is only chaos.

[vampstarsys]

My Hero Academia gender, orientation, pronouns & relationship headcanons!! part 3

Keigo Takami / Hawks

Gender: Transguy

Orientation: Bisexual

Pronouns: he/him

Dating: n/a (single)

Hitoshi Shinsou / Nighthide

Gender: Transguy

Orientation: Aroace Gay

Pronouns: he/him

Dating: Denki Kaminari

Hizashi Yamada / Present Mic

Gender: Nonbinary

Orientation: Pansexual

Pronouns: any pronouns

Dating: married to Shouta Aizawa

[jellyviscious]

A nice Present Mic costume redesign. Look a lotta inspo from techwear and masked DJs