#deaf hizashi yamada

[bingewatchintilldawn]

Oh.My.God...

I LOVE THIS FANFICTION LIKE EHDBJDBSJFBJSBFJDBDJ, IT'S JUST 🤌🤌🤌👌👌👌👌

[sassypantsjaxon]

Completely useless Present Mic headcanon

He doesn't just wear sunglasses for the aesthetic, but also because he has light sensitivity.

Because the lighter your eye color is, the more sensitive your eyes are likely to be, and since red eyes (like original coloring manga Mic has) are caused by a complete lack of pigmentation, he probably has really sensitive eyes. So as a result, we get:

Tiny little teenage Mic (who wore sunglasses first)

Mic wearing sunglasses outside

Mic wearing sunglasses inside

Mic wearing sunglasses in florescent hospital lighting

Mic even wears sunglasses for formal events

You know where he doesn't wear them?

Helping with training, at the bar, and during a festival. Y'know. Places that don't have such harsh lighting.

There you have it. Present Mic wears sunglasses not only because he thinks they make him look cool, but also because he legitimately needs them.

[jingledingles]

Not my art

Anyways, what yalls opinion about this guy?

[nyx3927]

I was thinking and literally one of the most intimate things for me with my hearing aids is letting someone else handle them.

Like these are thousands of dollar worth of medical equipment, that would take at least a month to replace and that I need in order to function in society. They are ridiculously easy to break because of what they are and how they are made, and to lose because they are small (I know someone whose hearing aids are smaller than the size of the first knuckle of their pinky).

So to let someone else hold them, take them out of ears, to change the batteries, put them into the charging port, etc.?

It Speaks volumes to both how close the two people are as well as how much the deaf person trusts the other.

Anyways I was thinking about this with either deaf!Yamada Hizashi and Aizawa or deaf!Bakugo and someone else.

Imagine the fluff potential. Especially with teen aizawa who is all prickly and doesn’t like anyone but is slowly growing to like and trust Yamada, Kayama, and Shirokumo. Imagine the relationship being solidified when Yamada is busy finishing up a paper when his hearing aids die and he just gives them to Aizawa to go and charge for the night. Imagine Aizawa pulling away and refusing to accept the hearing aids after Shirokumo dies because he has convinced himself that everyone he grows close to will be hurt and die, and the hearing aids are a physical sign of how close they are. Imagine Aizawa slowly accepting the hearing aids again, first just to hold briefly while Yamada fixes his headphones, then to restart them when Yamada’s carrying too much stuff when they start acting up, and slowly accepting them for more and more things. Imagine a villain with a Quirk that fucks with sound waves dropping Yamada who is screaming in painbecause that Quirk hurts like hell when his hearing aids are in, and Aizawa just bolting through the rubble to pull the hearing aids out so that Yamada stops hurting.

Imagine Aizawa starting to go deaf, because that’s what happens in battlefields when humans are constantly exposed to extreme sound, they lose hearing. Imagine him not knowing what to do and struggling to adjust to the hearing aids and Yamada just standing there, a guide and helper to get Aizawa through the transition period.

The sheer intimacy and trust that everything involved requires is just amazing

[lovesick-level-up]

Disability Pride Month Challenge Day 2

day 2: character(s) that are vision impared or hard of hearing (blind, deaf, etc)

the characters we picked for this are: rui kamishiro ((headcanon) hard of hearing), qiqi ((headcanon) blind) + hizashi yamada ((implied) deaf)

flag credits: hearing aid user flag (could not find a specific deaf/hoh flag), vision problem flag

feel free to use with credit as long as you aren't on our dni, but don't claim as your own! like/reblog if you saver or enjoy!

[vae1bixy]

Make this home (Ch9 out)

Then rarely the sane part of his mind spoke up. The rational and logical side of him spoke up. It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t do anything wrong. They are adults. They were his parents. She shouldn’t hit him and shouldn't call him names. She shouldn’t harm him and his father shouldn’t just watch. They were supposed to protect him, not damage him.

...

[shabby-illustrations]

After reading @s0fter-sin 's fic series How We Do It In The Murder Scene I couldn't not draw our favourite boys in full murder mode. I have a soft spot for unhinged characers being completely in love.

The fics are amazing reads btw if you can handle blood, gore, torture, love and porn and I can highly reccommend.

[mettywiththenotes]

I have this little theory that what the PLF general said about quirks (””I’d be better without this quirk” Have any of you ever thought that?!”) can also relate to Mic

Like. Of course the general is talking about a sort of heteromorph quirk, that’s what they are referring to, but in general, can you imagine having a voice quirk? And imagine not being able to control it at a young age?

I mean, it’s said that when Mic was born, his quirk manifested immediately and when he cried, he burst his parent's eardrums as well as the doctors. Can you imagine the amount of trouble that causes?

Do you think Mic has ever thought “I wish I didn’t have this quirk”?

Again, I assume the quote refers to heteromorphs, but it can just as easily refer to anyone who has gone through a sort of hardship with their quirk

Also the quote itself is mostly pictured in Mic’s panel and so I’m like. hmmm that’s sorta suspicious. if it means anything

[n7inky-fanfics]

"But now this room is spinning while I'm trying to fill in all the gaps."

[kywaslost]

A/N: I don’t know what this is, to be honest. It was going to be self-harm comfort, because these past few weeks have been extremely hard for me, but I just kept writing and it turned into this. Idk, I’m just really craving some Shinsou comfort right about now. If you’ve been keeping track of my other posts, I’ve been having a super hard time right now with the loss of a teacher that meant the world to me, so I’ve been super scatterbrained while writing. I’m sorry for the monstrosity this has become.

Also, it’s platonic. Shinsou and Reader are adopted siblings. They become close, so that’s why I wrote it this way.

Warnings: self-harm, mentions of abusive family, nightmares

You were the newest addition to the Yamada-Aizawa family. Aizawa brought you home after rescuing you from your abusive family, and you were incredibly shy. Luckily, your new family understood it. Aizawa quickly discovered your social anxiety and sat with you all night after a patrol on his couch. You wouldn’t leave his side, and he understood. He let you curl up next to him, lean against him, and hold his hand when you got too anxious. He even slept out there with you the first few nights when you were too afraid to sleep in the room Hizashi and Shinsou put together for you.

But the time came when Aizawa had to go back on patrols, and Hizashi had to go back to his radio show. The two men wanted you to feel comfortable in their home, especially during the night, so they introduced you to Shinsou. You’d met him on your first night in, and had seen him around during the next few days, but you never spoke to him. Not until Aizawa and Hizashi sat the two of you down together.

It was a calm afternoon. Hizashi was putting groceries away in the kitchen as well as starting dinner. Shinsou was sitting in the armchair playing on his switch, and you were curled into Aizawa’s side reading a book, one of the few belongings you brought with you to this new home. Aizawa was working on lesson plans for the upcoming school year, occasionally scratching your head lightly.

After 20 minutes of everyone doing their own thing, Shinsou rolled off of the chair and onto the floor, turning his switch off in the process. Aizawa chuckled at him, asking, “What was that?” The purple-haired boy shrugged, reaching out to pet one of the cats that rushed over to him. He sat there a moment before standing, brushing the dirt and cat hair off of himself.

“I’m getting a drink,” he stated, then turned to you. “Would you like something, Y/N?” You stopped reading and looked up at him slowly. This is the first time he’d spoken to you.

Water, you signed. Aizawa and Hizashi made it clear that everyone in the house knew JSL since Hizashi was slowly going deaf and didn’t always have his hearing aids in, and Hitoshi went through periods of time where he’d go mute, so JSL was a major form of communication in this house. You didn’t know much, but Hizashi was slowly teaching you how to say certain things.

Shinsou smiled, nodding as he left the living room. He returned a minute later with a bottle of water and a glass of soda, plopping down on the couch beside you. He set his glass down on the coffee table, then handed you your water. He offered a small smile as you took the beverage, then reached for the tv remote. He flipped through the channels, searching for something to watch. Eventually, he gave up and began looking through the several streaming services they had.

“What do you want to watch Y/N?” he asked, turning to you. You looked up from your book, and Hitoshi caught a glimpse of what you were reading. “Dear Evan Hansen? I love that book!” he beamed, moving to sit cross-legged to face you. “Have you read it before? Or seen the movie?”

You flinched slightly at his outburst and Aizawa began scratching your head again, side-eyeing the two of you. He didn’t want you to get too panicky.

You sat in silence before nodding, mouth opening slightly as if you wanted to speak but couldn’t. “Both,” you muttered quietly.

You didn’t notice, but Hizashi had stopped preparing dinner and was standing at the entrance of the living room, absolutely beaming. He shared a smile with Aizawa. You had said maybe two words in the few days you’d been there. They knew it’d be a process, but nevertheless, they were so excited when you finally used your voice.

Hitoshi didn’t show it, but he was excited too. He’d been watching you the past few days, seeing how you’d react to certain things. He was preparing himself to talk to you. He wanted you to be comfortable around him, so he sat back for a while. Now you’re talking to him. You didn’t even talk to Hizashi!

“That’s awesome!” he smiled. “We should totally watch it again together!”

“Well, Hizashi and I will be returning to patrol tonight,” Shouta commented. “You could do it tonight if you’d like.”

“Yeah!” Mic chimed in. “You can make a fort! Or just a massive pile of blankets and pillows! I just bought popcorn too.”

Hitoshi turned to you with a massive smile. “What do you say?”

You smiled too, offering a small nod.

Aizawa and Hizashi were beyond grateful for their son. They were afraid of how he’d feel gaining a sister, and even more afraid of how she’d feel around them all. So when Hizashi and Aizawa left for patrol that first night, they pulled Hizashi away for a special talk.

“Stay with her,” Hizashi instructed.

“And if something goes wrong, call us immediately,” Aizawa continued. “She’s been having nightmares, and doesn’t sleep easily, so if she falls asleep I’d feel more comfortable if you’d stay with her.”

“Dad, papa,” Hizashi smiled. “I think I’ve got it. I was once her, ya know.” Aizawa and Hizshi ruffled the boy’s hair and pressed a quick kiss to his forehead.

“We’ll be back in the morning.”

Hitoshi saw the two men out the door before returning to you, who was curled up in the corner of a couch. “Would you like to help me make a nest of blankets?” he asked kindly. “I know where the softest blankets are.” You nodded hesitantly, standing up. Hitoshi smiled. “Great! Let’s go!” He reached a hand out to you. “Would you feel more comfortable if you held my hand?” You looked at him, and then his hand.

“Please?” your voice was soft. You took his hand and let him let you deeper into the house. He led you into a bedroom. The walls were a light gray, and it was somewhat bare.

“This is your room,” Shinsou stated. “We put a lot of soft blankets in the closet for if you’d ever need them.” He turned to you. “This room is ready for you when you are. I know we’ve already shown you around, but my room is right across the hall, and Dad and Pops’ room is at the end of the hall.” Shinsou opened the closet and pulled out an armful of blankets. “Could you hold these for me?”

You nodded, taking the blankets from the boy. He then led you across the hall and into his room. You watched as he pulled the blanket off of his bed, then stacked all of his pillows on top of each other to carry to the living room. You followed him, and helped him set up in the living room. When the two of you finished setting up, you settled in the giant fluff pile. Hotishi returned with snacks, popcorn, and water.

2 hours and 17 minutes later and you and Hitoshi both were in tears. Used tissues were flowing out of a nearby trash can. You took in the sight and giggled. Shinsou looked at you in shock. In the time you’d spent here, you hadn’t laughed. It caused him to smile.

“Thanks for agreeing to watch this with me,” he said gently. He looked down and hugged the cat that had been sitting in his lap for almost the entire movie. “I know it’s scary, suddenly moving to a nontoxic environment after being in one for so long, but I think you’ll really like it here. Dad and pops love you.”

He heard a sniffle, and shot his head up in worry. You were crying harder now, and something told him it wasn’t because of the movie. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean to bring back bad memories or anything-” He was cut off when you hesitantly held out a hand. Shinsou started at it for a second before smiling gently and taking your hand in his.

“Thank you,” you muttered, wiping your tears away. You took a sip of your glass of water, avoiding Shinsou’s eyes.

“I,” Hitoshi hesitated. “I’ve been through a lot. So if you’re ever struggling, with anything at all, you can talk to me. If you’re too scared to go to dad or pops, you can come to me.”

“Hug?” he almost didn’t hear you. But he did. And he opened his arms, pulling you against him. The two of you sat there for who knows how long. The only reason Hitoshi moved was because your weight depended on him fully. He peered around your head to see you passed out on him. He smiled softly and leaned back to make you even more comfortable.

From then on, you stuck more to Shinsou instead of Aizawa. You’d sit next to him during dinner, and stay by his side when he’d hang out in the living room. He even got you to finally sleep in your own room by sitting with you until you fell asleep, and then he’d head to his room. The only thing you asked was that he left his door cracked open, as well as your own. He was happy to do so if it made you comfortable.

One night in particular, he had just stepped into his own room after you had fallen asleep. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately, and it all piled up and he was ready to knock out and sleep for a week. Hitoshi flopped onto his bed, crawling under the covers and burying his face into his pillow. He was nearly asleep when his door creaked open, and he poked his head out from the covers to see one of the cats. He sighed and went back to sleep.

You woke up several hours later in a cold sweat, tears dripping down your face. You couldn’t breathe, and your whole body shook. You inhaled sharply, trying to comprehend what was going on. You looked around. You were in your bedroom. The door was left open, like you asked. You could see the purple LED lights coming from Shinsou’s open door, and jumped out of bed. Aizawa and Hizashi were out on patrol, and you really didn’t want to be alone right now. You tripped over your blanket, falling onto the bed. You kicked the fabric off of you and bolted across the hallway.

Shinsou was dead asleep in his bed, a cat resting on his chest. It stood up at your entrance and made its way over to you, meowing. You kept your attention on Shinsou and noticed that he had headphones in.

Your breathing hadn’t settled and it was getting harder to stand upright. The world was moving around you, and you braced yourself on the side of the boy’s bed. Your added weight caused Hitoshi to stir, pulling his headphone out of his ears. It allowed him to hear your struggling breathing, waking him up. He opened his eyes groggily, looking around his room. His eyes settled on you in your panicked state, and he immediately moved. Shinsou sat up and moved closer to you on the bed.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked groggily, but still panicked. He reached out to put a hand on your shoulder, but stopped himself. What if you didn’t want to be touched? He didn’t get the chance to ask though, because suddenly you were pressed against his chest, tears soaking his shirt. Hitoshi quickly wrapped his arms around you, rocking you side to side. The cat that was once laying on top of him now sat beside the two of you, rubbing its head against Shinsou’s arm.

He let you calm down before speaking again, pushing tear-drenched hair away from your eyes. “What’s got you all worked up?” he asked calmly. You tried to speak but you only choked over your own breaths, causing you to panic again. Shinsou gently took your hands in his and lifted them up. “You can sign, too. Remember what pops taught you?” You nodded your head and wiped at your eyes.

Night Terror, you signed. Really bad.

“Oh,” he replied. “I’m sorry. I get them really bad, too.” He stood up from his spot on the bed. “Can you walk?” When you nodded, he led you out into the living room, grabbing his blanket along the way. He sat you down on the couch and tossed his blanket onto you. “Tea and TV helps me come back down to earth,” he smiled gently. “I’ll be back.”

True to his word, he returned a few minutes later with two cups of warm tea, handing one to you as he sat down beside you. Shinsou turned on the tv, then opened Netflix. “I usually turn on anime,” he said. “One that I’ve seen before, so I don’t miss anything if I fall asleep. What ones have you seen before?”

You pointed to the tv, then held up the number 2.

“Demon Slayer,” Shinsou smiled. “Good taste! I’ll turn that one on then.”

The two of you continued to sit in silence as the show started. As it went on you leaned more and more into Shinsou’s side, slowly calming down. The panic attack/nightmare took a lot out of you and it was catching up to you. You don’t remember much after that.

A month or so passed and you had adjusted well to your new home. You learned that Aizawa, Hizashi, and Hitoshi all loved you, and were willing to help you through everything. You knew that, but you still refused to ask for help in certain situations.

Your old parents had tried reaching out to you. You didn’t want to open their messages, but did so. You had gotten a new phone number, but your email was still the same. You saw several emails from both your mother and father, and the little preview made your heart drop. You opened them, reading them slowly. They wanted you back home. They called you names, called you worthless and in need of a lesson.

It was the final line of both emails that scared you the most: We are going to find you, and then we’re going to kill you.

You knew they held no real power, and your new family would protect you, keep you safe. But they couldn’t keep you safe from yourself.

You had a few bad habits from your childhood, ones you wish you could forget. And you had forgotten them when you grew comfortable with your new family. But with these emails, your habits came crashing back at full force.

The clock on the wall read 3:14 a.m.. Hitoshi was the only other person in the house, asleep in his room. It was one of the rare nights where he got a full 8 hours of sleep, and you didn’t want to bother him. You had begun sleeping with your door closed, and so did he. It allowed you to sneak into the bathroom without being caught.

You were leaning against the porcelain sink, hands gripping the edges. Silent tears streamed down your face, pooling at your chin and splattering down into the bowl. You looked down to see thin, red lines along your upper thighs, crying even harder when you added another one, and then another. Your exacto knife slipped out of your hand as you slid to the floor, a sobbing mess. You were sitting on your heels, back bent to bury your face in your knees as you cried. You wanted to scream, to yell and sob as loud as you could.

The door beside you opened slowly and you cursed yourself for forgetting to lock it. But it’s too late for that now.

“Y/N?” The voice was soft and concerned. “Wh-” Shinsou cut himself off when he saw the drops of blood near the sink. His eyes drifted over to the bloodied knife not too far away. “Y/N?” his voice was a whisper, shaking with fear. You were still on the floor, sobbing harshly into your knees. The purple-haired boy immediately dropped down in front of you. His breath shook as he thought of what to do. He tried to pull you to a sitting position, but you wouldn’t move.

“Come on Y/N,” he pleaded, beginning to cry. “Look at me, please. Please look at me.” He tried again, and succeeded in pulling you into an upright position. His eyes immediately drifted to your legs, taking in the various red and white lines. They weren’t deep enough to cause any harm, but that didn’t mean they were harmless. They showed just how much you had been hurting.

“Hey,” he cooed softly, moving one hand off of your shoulder and to your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb. He offered a watery smile. “It’s ok. You’re ok.” He pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly against his chest. One hand held your head against his neck while the other ran up and down your back.

“Don’t tell dad,” you choked out. “Please.”

Shinsou didn’t speak until you had calmed down, leaning on him with all of your weight. He let you lay there, moving you so you were propped up against him but he could still reach under the sink to grab the first aid kit. Hitoshi silently began cleaning the wounds on your legs, holding you just a bit tighter every time you whimpered. He then dressed the wounds to keep them from reopening or getting infected.

“You can come to me, you know,” he said quietly. “I’ve,” he hesitated, “I’ve been here before. I’ve done what you’re doing.”

“Really?” you whimpered.

“Yeah.” Hitoshi sighed. “I didn’t have a really good home life before I was adopted, too. And I did exactly what you’re doing now. Only I did it in my room, and I had lost track of time. Dad and pops came home and pops had come to check and see if I was ok. He does that every night, in case you didn’t know. But he caught me, but in the end I’m grateful he did.” Shinsou’s eyes brimmed with tears again. “I don’t know what lengths I would have gone to if it wasn’t for them helping me.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered. “I didn’t mean for you to find me.”

“Hey now,” Hitoshi said softly. “I’m glad I did.” He moves to support your back with one arm as the other slides under your knees. He pulls you close to him as he stands, carrying you to his room. He gently placed you down on his bed. Hitoshi stepped away for a moment, digging through his dresser. He pulled out a pair of gray sweatpants and a t-shirt, turning around and handing them to you.

“Put these on,” he instructed. “I’m not leaving the room, but I’ll be in the corner.” Hitoshi shifted to face the corner, head leaned against the wall and eyes closed. You giggled slightly before changing into your brother’s clothes. It felt nice to be in something else. You hummed softly to let your brother know you were done, and he sat down beside you on the bed.

“You need to rest,” Shinsou commented. “And I’m not letting you be alone right now. I’d like you to stay here with me, please.”

You didn’t argue, instead offering a nod and nothing else. Shinsou guided you to lay down between him and the wall, laying his weighted blanket over you. He sat in bed, leaning against the wall behind the bed. He turned to you, “I’m not sleeping, but you are. I’m the insomniac in this house.” He huffed out a quiet laugh. He then turned to you and his eyes softened. “Will it bother you if I read?” You shook your head, watching as Shinsou reached to grab a book from beside the bed.

“Good night, Y/N,” he said softly. “I’m right here if you need anything. Always.”

A few minutes passed and although your eyes ached and your head throbbed from your crying, you couldn’t sleep. So you shifted to lay your head on Shinsou’s lap, looking at his book. Shinsou relaxed slightly, and let a hand fall to card through your hair. Within seconds you were out like a light.

There was a knock at the door before it creaked open. Hizashi poked his head into the room, sighing with relief.

“There she is,” he muttered. The man leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. He offered a soft smile to Hitoshi. “Hello, ‘toshi. Can’t sleep?”

The purple-haired boy shook his head, closing his book. “No, something happened,” he said quietly. He looked down to your sleeping form, head still in his lap. He ran his hand through your hair in hopes of keeping you asleep.

“Everything alright?” Mic asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Do I need to call Sho? He’s not off patrol yet.”

Hitoshi shook his head. “I can tell him later, or you can.” His purple eyes shifted from you to his dad. “It’s N/N.”

“Is she ok?” Hizashi asked immediately, sitting on the bed by Hitoshi’s knees. “Was it another night terror? Panic attack?”

Shinsou shook his head again. He then went on to quietly explain the situation, tearing up a bit. He kept his hand running through your hair, calming himself down. Hizashi began to cry as well, looking down at you.

“Thank you for telling me,” he said sorrowfully. “I’ll definitely need to talk to Shouta, and her. See what we need to do to help.” He pushed hair away from your closed eyes. “I hate that she feels this way. That you felt this way.” Hizashi’s green eyes met Shinsou’s. “Are you feeling alright, little listener? Any urges or thoughts?”

“No pops,” Shinsou said with a sad smile. “I’m alright. I’m just concerned for Y/N. I don’t want her to go through what I had to go through.”

[tired-teacher-blog]

Hiiii 👋 I hope your requests are open! Do you have any headcanon about Aizawa and Yamada (separately) with a deaf and quirkless s/o? Like how did they first meet, how are they in a relationship?Love you 💓😗💓

Hi sweetie, this is so interesting and I really enjoyed working on it! Much love ♥️

My other half

Characters : Aizawa/ Yamada/ Gender neutral reader (deaf and quirkless)

Genre : Fluff/ Suggestive themes/ Headcanons

Please do not read if you’re a minor

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

Aizawa :

Your meeting with the pro hero was purely accidental, during one of his evening patrols when you were attacked by some lowlife criminals who were after your belongings.

His prime concern was to get you to safety before dealing with your attackers, which he did effortlessly, and when it was time for him to check on you, he was shocked to realize your disability when you uttered your thanks in the most unusual way he’s ever heard.

Your voice was a tad louder than it should have been, and your words jumbled up when you spoke.

Seeing his surprised expression made you feel self conscious, so you switched to hand signing your gratitude and he hated himself for flustering you.

He kept a close watch on you after that encounter, because for some reason you intrigued the underground hero who soon became your secret protector.

He found himself unable to keep you out of his mind, and even did his best to learn sign language in order to communicate with you.

First thing he made sure to memorize was “will you go out with me?” because that’s what he wanted, and as turned out, it was something you wished as well.

He admires your perseverance and willpower since you have never allowed your disability or quirklessness to hold you back, and he loves watching you pursue your dreams despite all obstacles.

That being said, he still keeps an eye on you like a hawk. He’s overprotective of you which makes you his main priority and the most important person in his life.

You helped him further his knowledge of sign language but you do communicate verbally as well, in which he makes sure to speak slowly so you could read his lips.

He loves hearing you talk, even though it’s something you rarely ever do in public because of the questioning looks you get whenever you let your voice out, but you happily do it when you’re together since he’s the only one who’s never treated you differently.

The first time he confessed his love to you, he did it in both sign language and speech since he was too nervous about messing up, and you excitedly responded in the exact same way.

He loves placing the softest kisses on the tip of your ears, and enjoys the way they turn red each time without fail.

During your intimate times, he whispers lovingly against your bare skin, and the movements of his lips and tongue together with the vibration of his voice makes you understand each and every word he’s saying.

He knows that meeting new people can be nerve-wracking for you, which is why he never pushes you out of your comfort zone or makes you do something you’re not willing to do.

If you wish to stay home wrapped up in a blanket and watch a subtitled movie, then he’s right there with you, holding you in his arms and enjoying your warmth.

And if you decide to go on a walk or run some errands, then he’s entwining his fingers with yours and keeping you company until you’re done.

You are the only person he desired a future with, and the day he knew you shared that same wish was by far his happiest.

Yamada :

Hizashi is a famous man, extremely so, not only because he’s a skilled pro hero and a competent teacher at one of most prestigious schools in the country, but also because he’s the host of a very well known radio show.

His lively personality and flashy appearance attract the attention of everyone around him, but when you passed him by one day without giving him a second glance, he was enchanted.

He couldn’t understand the reason why you disregarded him completely, nor why you were the only one not fawning over him, and so, he approached you with the intention of introducing himself.

You watched as he enthusiastically mouthed phrases after phrases, some of them you understood and some you couldn’t, due to his intensity and speed, but when you stopped him mid sentence and voiced your inability to hear him, he froze.

You tried as best as you could to explain your situation using both sign language and words, and for once he was left speechless.

You bowed your head and turned around to leave, but was immediately stopped by a gentle tap on your shoulder, one that contrasted his feverish nature.

He handed you a note, an apology written within it, but what caught your attention even more than that, were the words “I would love to get to know you.” to which you responded with a shy smile and a nod.

He learned sign language quicker than you imagined anyone could, and he would proudly show off his new gained skill just to see the sparkle in your eyes everytime he does.

He brags about you to his friends -and even listeners- as he enthusiastically expresses his bliss of having you in his life.

It used to hurt him that the person he cares about the most is the one who can’t follow his show, until he decided -with your consent- to bring you along every week to the station in order for you to see your man in action.

He has the habit of leaving you love notes everywhere around your apartment or his, -depending on where you’re staying at the moment- and it’s his way of bringing out that adorable smile of yours that he loves way too much.

He learned to speak slower when around you, making sure you’re solely focused on him as he tells you about his day and asks about yours.

He loves to hear your voice, and coaxes you into speaking more and using sign language less at least when you’re alone together, and you happily do so, receiving his sweet kisses as a reward.

He goes absolutely feral when you moan his name during your intimate times, and his heart swells with immense joy knowing that he’s the only one who gets to hear and see you in that state.

He believes in you more than anyone you’ve ever encountered, eyes full of pride as he regularly expresses his respect and admiration for you since you have never used your quirklessness or disability as a way out of your responsibilities.

You are two sides of a coin, polar opposites but complement one another perfectly, and it didn’t take long for each of you to realize that your lives had been incomplete before crossing paths.

[sassypantsjaxon]

Still don't understand how anybody could look at Bakugou and Mic and go 'well, they're both loud blond prodigies, clearly they are otherwise the same type of character and have many other similarities. I bet they're even each other's favored student/teacher!'

No. No they are not

[heavenbled]

yamada hizashi + hearing hcs.

* he's hard of hearing/partially deaf because of an accident that happened when he was around the age of 10. this was when he really solidified in his mind that he would become a pro-hero, and by god his stubborn and ambitious ass was going to make his dream a reality. as watchful as his parents were, he did find ways to practice his quirk usage from a safe distance from the general populace like they've discussed with him. usually on the walks home is when he'd go off to find walking trails and raise his voice just a little.

but he did get overambitious at one point. cocky, even. in all the wisdom of his 10 y/o mind, he thought the realm of his own quirk hurting him was out of the question. surely if he were born with a powerful voice, than his ears would also have a built-in resistance? surely the sound projecting forward couldn't possibly affect his ears not facing the same direction?

so one bad 'practice' session and an er trip later, his hearing would never be the same.

* hizashi out-of-uniform wears hearing aids to help him speak and understand other people, but when at home they are out and he signs jsl. (like going underwater, sometimes it's nice to be able to turn the stimuli off.)

he doesn’t know asl because he hasn’t lived in the states long enough to learn tbh. plus who’s got the time. he technically already knows 3 languages, and though his ambition is vast, he isn't that ambitious.

* munching on ideas for hizashi’s headphones. he mainly wears them to protect his own hearing, yes, especially after his aforementioned accident. but they also have been modified to act as this hearing enhancer at the same time. so he doesn’t have to equip hearing aids and then slide a headset directly over them. like a filtered window almost, it's a sort of support device like his directional speaker. if that headset gets knocked off, he technically loses his hearing aids.

however, he keeps a spare in a pocket inside his leather jacket - but it could also be easily crushed were he to ever get into a melee situation. sometimes he takes them on patrol just in case, sometimes he doesn't.

[yourlunarspice]

"Will You Divorce Me?"

Shouta wasn't sure how he got into this situation.

In only a few short days, he found himself married and helping move his new husband's belongings into his meager apartment.

He knew that relationships didn't normally work like this.

For example, most people who got married actually loved each other.

But Shouta didn't love his new husband.

Inspired by this post by @punkpresentmic!

Written as part of a Valentine's Fic Exchange between myself and @persona4fantasy! When you finish this fic, be sure you go check his out, titled Speed Dating Sucks!

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Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Hurt Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Tired Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Protective Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Deaf Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic is a Dork

Fake/Pretend Relationship

Fake Marriage

Valentine's Day Fic Exchange

Friends to Lovers

Mild Hurt/Comfort

Literal Sleeping Together

[kirk-doodle]

Kirk's headcanons on EraserCloudMic

Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic:

All Pronouns, primarily He/They but will wear a pretty dress. Will die in a Good way if Oboro calls him "girlfriend"/"baby girl". AMAB. Biracial Japanese/White blonde is his natural hair color. Heterochromia one red and one sap green eye. Was in foster care. Multiple foster homes didnt want to deal with his voice quirk or mental stuff. ADHD & Autism & deaf/hard of hearing. Eating Disorder. Bisexual & Demiromantic. Speaks English, Japanese, German, French, and Spanish fluently. Knows JSL and ASL. Pillow Princess & a switch/verse

Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead:

He/Xe/They pronouns. Prefers students & others to call him Mx. Aizawa rather than Mister. Genderqueer. Will kill Oboro and Hizashi if they call him "baby girl" or anything feminine. Sugar Kitten, Grumpy Kitten, and Kitten are acceptable. AFAB. PTSD & Autism & genaric anxiety disorder. Eating Disorder. Was kicked out of the house when he was 15 because he got r*ped by a hero/student at UA and wanted to keep the parasite (hitoshi) eventually stopped calling it a parasite because Hizashi told him to. (But listen. It's called the miracle of life because our immune systems do actively try to attack invading cells because our bodies see these things as parasites) psrents are Japanese-American & Norwegian/German American Shouta has only ever lived in Japan. Hair color is a desaturated violet/purple and dyed black. Paints his nails black. Didn't speak until he was 6 years old. Mother taught him ASL and learned JSL in school. Only speaks Japanese fluently. Knows swear words in English and like 1 Norwegian word. Aro/ace spec sex positive?, but also Hyper sexual from trauma. In a bad headspace sees sexual acts as punishment for... well a variety of things including Oboro's death. Chronic pain & fatigue. Everyone thinks he is a bottom he thinks he is a service top.

Shirakumo Oboro | Kurogiri:

He/Him cismale. Loves to tease Shouta and loves being called "baby girl". Hispanic & Philippino. Has 2 moms who are amazing. Speaks fluent Spanish, English, and Japanese. ADHD & Autism. As Kurogiri he has dissociative Amnesia, PTSD, chronic migraines. Verse. Bisexual