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Safe - Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic x Reader 🌻

Warnings: Angst, cursing, mentions of violence. (Im bad at writing angst and this is an old fic I fixed up that I wrote when like season 3 came out lol)

You flung the door open, your breath catching in your throat as your eyes laid upon Hizashi. He had bandages over the entirety of his neck, and was looking pretty rough all over, his usually well kept hair falling flatly onto the pillow he was resting on. He didn't look over at you when you entered but you saw him flinch.

Hizashi said nothing and just motioned you away with his hand, eyes still locked out the window into the darkness of the city. He had been out on a mission to take down a gang of small-time villains, but they had been prepared for his arrival. They had tried to slit his throat but missed thanks to his speaker, which was now definitely ruined and he had cuts littered across his chin. Once his speaker was broken it caused him to overuse his quirk and strain his vocal chords. But he was here and he was alive, that was all that mattered.

“Zashi...” The name escaped your lips quietly, but he flinched again. Ignoring his request for you to leave completely you took small steps over to the bed, your eyes not leaving him. You placed your hand on his arm once you reached the bed, he still didn't look at you. Looking down at the table next to his bed and seeing his glasses, you gently placed them on his face and tilted his head towards you carefully.

“Zashi.” You spoke again, a little louder this time and you noticed the tears rolling down his cheeks. “My sunshine, don't cry. It's okay.” You took his hand in yours and he didn't hold it back, his fingers staying limp in your grip as you rubbed your thumb across his knuckles. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this.” His voice was scratchy and hard to hear. “I was weak.”

“You were not weak.... Hizashi Yamada is not weak. You are the strongest man I know.” You brought his hand up to your lips and kissed the back gently.

“They got away. They're going to hurt more people.” His eyes closed and he tried to even his breathing through his crying.

“No, it’s gonna be okay. Shota will find them, All Might will find them, the police will find them. No villain goes unpunished.” Your tears threatened to spill every moment that passed seeing him like this but you had to be strong.

“I’m sorry I'm such a useless hero and my quirk is so shitty. I can’t do anything right anymore. I don't know why I’m even a goddamn hero, I should just quit” His voice was even more horse.

“Hizashi. Stop. Shut the fuck up.” You gripped his hand a little tighter. “You are not gonna sit here and piss and moan because you overused your quirk and got hurt. You are Present Fucking Mic. The Present Mic that I know, no, that I love wouldn’t say that shit. You are gonna do what it takes to get better and get back out there and be the hero I know you are.”

His eyes opened and he finally looked at you, a small smile grew on his lips.

“You’re my hero.” You moved a stray strand of hair out of his face, his eyes sparkled when you gently ran your fingers across his cheek.

“I don’t deserve you doll.” He almost laughed but it got stuck in his throat and turned into a cough.

“I said shut up Yamada, you can sing my praises later. You have to get better first.” You leaned down and kissed his forehead. His green eyes glowed with the purpose they had before. He scooted over the best he could without moving his neck and patted the bed beside him. You climbed up carefully and curled into his chest.

“It’s my fault I wasn’t there to help you. I am your sidekick.” You said into his chest.

“I love you.” He rolled his eyes at you.

“I said shut up.” You glared up at him, he gave you a hurt look back. “But i love you too, I'm so glad you're safe.” You finally let out the tears you had been holding back into his shirt as you breathed in his scent and he gently ran his fingers through your hair. He fidgeted with a strand of your hair, his anxiety was eating at him and you knew what you had to do.

“You want me to talk because the silence is painful right? I got you.” You glanced up at him and he smiled back and went back to running his fingers through your hair.