Hizashi sat slumped over the arm of his couch, staring numbly at the floor. The apartment was dim, the only light shining in through the thin curtain over their glass patio door. He sniffled, considered getting a tissue but rejected the idea as he would have to move. He hadn't even changed clothes except to take his neck speaker off and though the leather was hot and kind of chafing him at this point he still was reluctant to move.
The Voice Hero had been in this awkward position ever he had overheard yet another conversation about him between UA students. Every time he closed his eyes he could hear the third years laughing.
"Present Mic? She's living with him?! Why would she choose him when she comes from America? Aren't there much hotter guys there?"
"Way hotter. I mean, I don't get why anyone would pick the loud poser hero over anyone else."
Loud.
Poser.
Hero.
He rolled his head to the side, letting out a dejected sigh. He was always the "loud guy" or the "annoying teacher". Before he had gotten together with Ches he had been jokingly called the "thirty year old virgin" by some, and thank god that was over, at least. Even if it hadn't been entirely true, it stung.
Why had Cheshire chosen him, then? They loved each other deeply yet so many people thought she had to be joking when they found out who she was with. And for him there was a lot of ... congratulating, as if he had gotten lucky somehow.
Well, he had, really. But people made it sound like it was <i>just</i> luck when it wasn't. This was obvious yet it overwhelmed him when he heard it repeated over and over again. He had heard it in school, too. Shota had told him to ignore the people talking then but he heard them even now in his mind when he got like this.
The loud kid. The stupid one. Didn't he hurt his parents when he was a baby? Watch out, he can't control his quirk. What a loser. What a useless power, why is he here?
So much hurt.
He groaned and checked his phone, which had been vibrating urgently for a couple of minutes. Amazingly, it was a text from her asking if he was okay. In it, she told him to check his email.
Hizashi tapped into his account and found something she had sent him.
<i>Yamada Hizashi,
You are amazing.
I love you for so many reasons, like how you're always there for me with a hug and a smile when I need it. And if you need a boost now, just remember:
You're trilingual. WTF, seriously! Japanese, English and ASL? That's insane.
You have an incredibly strong quirk. I know people make fun of it, but they just don't get it. You can't go on patrols regularly because you'll injure innocents, not just villians. That's not your fault - you're just so powerful.
You're adorable - both as your hero persona, Present Mic, and as yourself. Okay, all right, maybe I'm biased here. But you have the most gorgeous eyes that mesmerize me with those spiralled pupils. I shiver just thinking about looking into your eyes. And your hair! Most women can't get their hair to do what you do with yours every single weekday, all right? Enough said. That shit takes <b>work</b>.
You're a pro hero, a teacher, and you do radio work and MC events as well as DJ parties and club openings, shows and more. You do more work than most of the heroes around here. You are hardworking, responsible and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
Baby, you're smart, funny, cute and I'm so lucky to have you to come home to (and I'll be home soon)!
♡ love, Elly</i>
Hizashi laid the phone down on the coffee table and took his glasses off, the hint of a smile touching his lips for the first time in hours. He'd better go shower and change, because he wanted to hold her for just about forever when she came home tonight.
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