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Izuku directed his head towards the door, where he heard several sets of steps stop, and plant themselves. He recognized one as belonging to Nezu, but he didn’t recognize the other two. He reached over to the side table, on which resided a radio. He flipped the switch to turn it on, and spun the dial with incredible precision, creating several “dih”s and “dah”s which he knew formed the word “who”. After he finished spelling out the word, he sat waiting for Nezu to reply in answer.
As such, he was fairly surprised when the one to answer was not the small creature, but instead the man he recognized from the radio. “My name is Hizashi. The one over here with me is Shouta. Nice to meet you little listener,” the man introduced himself and his companion. His footsteps were quieter than most people’s, but they were still overwhelming to Izuku’s ears. The voice, on the other hand, had a soothing effect. It relaxed him.
He flinched a little less when the other man, Shouta, approached. His footsteps were near non-existent, but just as always, Izuku could hear even the dust settle whenever someone breathed. “We will be teaching you sign language once you are feeling up to it,” Shouta told him, his voice sounding bored, but also caring.
Izuku couldn’t help but feel excited at the idea of being able to use sign language. He knew it would be difficult without being able to see, but it was possible. But even more than that, Izuku was ecstatic at hearing Present Mic’s voice in person. His mother loved the hero’s podcast. He used the radio to say “Present Mic” and gave a small tilt of his head to indicate it was a question.
“Y-Yeah, how’d you know?” the hero questioned. He sounded surprised, but there was a little bit of something else in his voice. Almost like the man was holding his breath a little, or like his wanted to scream. The latter could be possible. Present Mic was famous for how loud he was, both in and out of costume.
Izuku tapped his radio twice in answer to the hero’s query.
“You listened to my radio show?” Hizashi asked him. Izuku nodded his head.
Then, the other man, Shouta, came a little closer. “Midoriya-kun, I want to test something, would that be okay,” the man asked.
Izuku nodded but not without a little bit of hesitation.
“Aizawa-kun,” Izuku heard Nezu warn.
“When I say ‘okay’, I want you to try and take Hizashi’s, Present Mic’s quirk. Is that alright?” the man questioned.
Izuku pondered it for a moment. He was curious as to why they would want him to take Present Mic’s quirk away. He nodded, too curious to know where they were going with this. He leaned over to his radio. “Touch,” he spelled out.
He heard the hero’s shuffled steps get even closer until they were right next to Izuku’s bed. “Here, little listener,” he felt a very gentle touch on his bandaged hand in his lap. Izuku wrapped his small fingers around the man’s hand in waiting.
He closed his eyes to focus, and waited for Shouta’s signal. He heard a small whoosh before he heard the man say, “Okay.”
Izuku took Present Mic’s quirk and released the hero. He turned his head in the general direction of the other man. “Hizashi, how is it?” the man asked.
“Not there,” Hizashi revealed.
“I told you, Aizawa-kun,” Nezu chuckled.
Izuku tilted his head, with confusion before he grabbed Present Mic’s hand again, and regifted the voice projection quirk. Then, he turned the dial on his radio, “happened?”
“Aizawa-kun attempted to temporarily erase your quirk using his own,” Nezu explained.
“It didn’t work,” Shouta revealed.
Izuku thought for a moment. The concept of erasing quirks seemed familiar somehow. He vaguely remembered it from one of his conversations with Kacchan about heroes. Supposedly there was a deep underground hero that could erase quirks. No one really knew much about him, if anything at all, besides his title: The Erasure Hero: Eraserhead. Kacchan had said that there were no videos of Eraserhead anywhere.
He leaned over to his radio hesitantly. “E-R-A-S-E-R-H-E-A-D” he spelled it out slowly, sounding the word out in his head.
The room went quiet for a bit before the man in question responded. “That’s right, kid. Where’d you hear about me?” the question wasn’t malicious sounding. It was filled with what Izuku could only describe as a childish curiosity.
“Kacchan,” he spelled out his friend’s name.
“Kacchan? What’s a kacchan?” Hizashi questioned.
“I’m guessing a friend,” Shouta guessed before Izuku even had a chance to use the radio. Izuku nodded to confirm the hero’s suspicions.
Then, Izuku yawned silently, his mouth opening, but no real sound coming out. It hurt his chest a little bit, and caused him to enter a short coughing fit. Both of the heroes in the room came closer and rubbed his back as he coughed. It felt nice...and it reminded him of his mom. He instinctively relaxed back into their hands as his cough subsided.
“Easy, little listener,” Hizashi whispered.
“Well, you’ve met your sign language tutors, and we’ve made some good progress for the day, I think. So, how about we let you get some rest, Midoriya-kun,” Nezu suggested.
Izuku felt both of the heroes move their hands and quickly grabbed the one on his left, which he determined was Shouta’s. The man stilled, and put his other hand on top of Izuku’s. “It’ll be okay,” he assured Izuku. Izuku stayed as he was for a moment before he nodded and let go of the hero’s hand. He listened to all three of their footsteps exit the room before his drowsiness kicked in and he dozed off to sleep.
One Week Later
Shouta grumpily dragged himself out of the house after his chipper boyfriend. Normally, he wouldn’t be as grumpy as he was, except they weren’t going to the hospital to visit Izuku, as they had been every day for the last week. No, today was their first day at Yuuei high school as teachers.
Apparently the old hero they had met a week ago was actually one of the Yuuei teachers, not that they had remembered him from their days there. He was entering his retirement today, and Shouta would be his replacement. Hizashi would take over one of the English classes that the old pro had been teaching as well.
“C’mon, Shouta! You can’t just sulk for the rest of the day! We can go see Izuku after classes end,” Hizashi elbowed Shouta gently.
“I’m not sulking,” Shouta said flatly as he put his seatbelt on, and Hizashi started the car. They didn’t live far from Yuuei, and honestly could’ve walked had it not been for the massive amount of vultures that had been chasing Hizashi around lately. They made it practically impossible for him to go anywhere on foot. Even when he was on duty. So, the ride was short, and less agonizing than Shouta had thought it would be.
However, Shouta did not expect to see, of all people in the parking lot, the 18 Hero: Midnight, otherwise known to them as Kayama Nemuri. She turned to look at them after hearing them shut their respective doors. She came running at them and wrapped her arms around both of their necks. “I heard what happened! I’m so glad you both are okay!” She explained as she released them.
Shouta groaned, but understood her sentiment. “Yeah, we’re fine,” he assured her.
“That aside, Nemuri, what are you doing here?” Hizashi asked her, his chipper mood still very apparent.
“Oh, that? Nezu-sensei hired me about a week and a half ago to teach Modern Hero Art History,” she explained with a smile. “But then I caught that cold, so I’m only now coming in for my first day,” she added.
“Then, why don’t we all get going?” They all jumped at the sound of Nezu’s voice. The large rodent then appeared from behind Shouta. “Aizawa-kun, if you would, please,” Nezu gestured for Shouta to give him a lift. Shouta did as instructed and put him on his shoulder, resting in the folds of his capture weapon.
“Sensei, why does it seem as though you knew that Shouta and I would take you up on the offer this year?” Hizashi asked the rodent.
Nezu merely laughed as he sat on Shouta’s shoulder. “Let us head in,” he gestured for Shouta to take the lead.
Nezu guided them to their respective rooms, knowing they all knew where the staff room was. After all, all three of the pro heroes were graduates of Yuuei. They knew the lay of the land.
Their first stop was to Nemuri’s classroom, which was empty for the time being. “Your first class will be in two hours. You have your materials in the desk over there,” Nezu pointed to the small desk in the corner, which Shouta and Hizashi both knew would end up being what she sat upon in the chair’s stead.
Nemuri smiled mischievously at them from the front of the classroom. Shouta sighed while Hizashi laughed at her antics.
“Classes will start soon, let’s move on,” Nezu chuckled as he pointed down the hall.
They walked to the other end of the hall where Hizashi’s classroom was. Unlike Nemuri, his actually had students inside. Shouta walked in with his boyfriend, knowing that Nezu would want to do the introduction.
The whole class went silent from their previous idle chatter when they saw Hizashi, or as they probably recognized him, Present Mic. Then it became a pin drop silence when they noticed their principal on Shouta’s shoulder.
“Good morning, students!” the Rodent greeted loudly, and with far too much energy for Shouta’s tastes. “As you all know, we have had a few teachers retire very suddenly. But even still, you all must continue in your studies to become the best of the best heroes. To help you with that, we have recruited graduates of Yuuei’s hero program to teach you. So, without further ado, I shall now introduce your new English teacher and your temporary homeroom teacher, Mic-sensei,” Nezu was as long-winded as ever.
“Yo, how are you listeners doing?!” Shouta flinched slightly at his boyfriend’s loud as heck voice. The class then applauded with a bunch of “whoops” and “yays!”
“Then we shall leave you to it, Mic-sensei,” Nezu chuckled and gestured for Shouta to continue on. He left the room, and closed the door behind him leaving Hizashi to answer the many questions that his students had. “You will be next door to Mic-sensei’s room, as the homeroom teacher for this year’s Class 1-A,” Nezu told him. Shouta opened the door and found that his class was less than...organized. However, he did notice that for just a moment, when the door first opened, they all went silent. Though, after they confirmed it wasn’t who they thought it was, they returned to their rowdiness.
Once Shouta reached the front, Nezu hopped off of his shoulder and onto the podium. “AHEM!” the rodent coughed. All of the students quieted down and looked up front. “This is your new homeroom teacher, Aizawa-sensei. I expect you to show him the same respect you showed Torino-sensei. Now then, Aizawa-sensei, I leave them to you,” Nezu made his introduction significantly shorter, and more to the point, which Shouta did appreciate.
Once the principal had left the room, the class resumed its chaos. Shouta stood there and watched them for a good couple of minutes. They were like a bunch of wild animals. Quirks of all shapes, sizes, and kinds were running like loose cannons. He was surprised at how the whole building was still standing with their chaos in that room. He let them go for about ten minutes before one boy with a mutation quirk lunged at another boy who had a wood manipulation quirk. The wood manipulator got flung across the room towards Shouta.
Shouta didn’t miss a beat. He unraveled his capture weapon and stepped to the side, wrapping the long scarf around the flying boy before the kid hit his head on the wall. He then activated his own quirk, erasing one boy’s quirk that was setting flames to their textbooks. That seemed to grab their attention.
The students stood staring, their jaws dropped as Shouta set the wood manipulator down on the ground. He kept the fire quirk erased, however. “My name is Aizawa. And had this been your first day of school, you all would have failed miserably in my class.”