@protectpresentmic this is so cute oh my god so I wrote two little drabbles of them doing this I hope you like them
Hizashi was overwhelmed with nerves. Excitement too, in fact he was primarily overwhelmed with excitement. But he couldn’t shake the anxious feeling his show would be a complete failure. Radio had always been something he loved- had he not gotten into U.A., it would’ve been his primary career choice. Thankfully he did get into U.A. though.
Plus, he discovered, he still had enough free time for his own late-night radio show.
You really can have it all.
He changed from his street clothes into his hero costume- Hizashi wasn’t the one running the show after all. It was Present Mic’s show -and made his way down to the station where he’d rented out a booth. The building was mostly empty, the hallways seeming to carry an echo as each step carried him closer and closer to his booth.
He waltzed into the room and took a quick pass over all the controls. Radio had been his passion for such a long time- he knew how most of this stuff worked already from reading about it as a child.
Then his eyes fell on the base of his microphone. A yellow post-it note was stuck to it with black writing scribbled across. Hizashi sat in the swivel chair and spun around, gliding to the microphone and picking up the note.
Good Luck Tonight, ‘zashi. Don’t deafen your listeners.
Hizashi grinned at the note, beaming from ear to ear. Even if his show failed- which it very well could -he knew he had at least one supporter.
He turned on the microphone and connected himself to the airwaves.
“Yeeaaaah—Hah! What is up my late-night radio fans! You’re all about to be a part of history! Welcome to the first ever Put Your Hands Up radio broadcast!”
The show turned out to be a rounding success. As Hizashi returned the following night, this time prepared with a whole new selection of music, he once again noticed a yellow note stuck to his microphone.
Great job it said, in Shouta’s familiar penmanship, with a little smiley doodle scribbled underneath.
It was completely illogical for him to miss work. He could walk, couldn’t he? And he could talk. So there was no justifiable reason not to attend his job.
The Nomu had done a number on him and he was still in a good amount of pain. But that wasn’t going to stop him from doing what was necessary.
He strolled into U.A. the first morning class was back in session and made his way into the teacher’s lounge, fellow instructors milling around the coffee pot talking about their weekends. Some had their days free from hero’ing, others worked the full 48 hours.
Shouta walked to the cabinets where the faculty had stored mugs for their drinks and swung the left side open. Perched right in front was a little white slip of paper, leaning against a navy blue mug.
“Aizawa, are you sure it’s a good idea to be back working so soon?” Kayama’s concern was supported by the other teachers.
“I’m fine to teach.” He replied, his tone sounding bored. He fished the scrap of paper off the mug and took the cup as well, pouring himself some coffee with cream and sugar added in. As he stirred his drink, he unfolded the paper.
There was a smiling cat’s face drawn right at the top. It looked like something a child would do, with the features bearing almost no similarities to an actual cat besides the pointed ears and whiskers. The triangular nose appeared to be that of a cartoon.
Beneath the unrealistic doodle, Shouta found a little message.
HEY SHOUTA, glad you’re okay!
take it easy today!
Shouta smiled at the note and folded it back up, sticking it in his pocket and making his way to class, fresh coffee in tow.