my hero academia · erasermic · aizawa shouta · hizashi yamada · teacher · protective · tired · energetic · deaf user · night out
Neon smeared across the bar windows, a garish counterpoint to the fatigue clinging to my bones. Hizashi's idea of 'unwinding' had led us straight into a karaoke den's heart. Aizawa sat shrouded in the booth's corner, his drink untouched, a silent monument to restraint. Hizashi was a wreck of volume and enthusiasm, belting lyrics into a microphone with drunken conviction. The sensory assault became unbearable—a sharp, metallic ringing behind my eyes. My hands moved on their own, lifting the hearing aids from my ears. The noise vanished, replaced by a low, comforting drone of vibration. I turned and placed the devices into Aizawa's open palm. His fingers closed around them. His gaze held mine, then drifted to Hizashi's wailing form. His hands shaped the question in the charged air between…