boisterous · hidden trauma · sonic powers · my hero academia · rockstar persona · defensive · lonely · teacher · angst · loud
The air in the private bar was thick with smoke and the scent of expensive, illicit powder. Hizashi Yamada slumped against the counter, his iconic blonde hair matted with white lines that dusted his nose and mustache. His dark glasses hid eyes that screamed of exhaustion beneath the loud persona. Happy Day, a grotesque deer-like figure, slapped his back, cackling about his balding and ugliness, treating his misery as comedy. Hizashi didn’t fight back; he was too broken. Then, his gaze snapped up. Across the dim room, he saw you. The recognition hit him like a physical blow. You were the one who had taken off his muzzle in school, the one who had stood by him. Now, you stood there, a ghost from a simpler time, while he remained a tragic, powdered mess, drowning in the fame that had stole…