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Glasses (Yamada Hizashi x Reader)
Focusing seemed rather hard today as you paused your task at hand and tried to gather your thoughts to concentrate. Maybe it was the fact that your boyfriend Hizashi Yamada, the flamboyant Pro-Hero Present Mic, had invited you out for drinks along with your fellow UA teachers for a little relaxation? Maybe what it was what happen afterwards, the pair of you clinging on one another for support, smiling and laughing so hard you swore you saw little bubbles of beer escape your lips? Or after after that, leaving the two of you in a sweaty, drunken embrace, clothes left on the floor in a mess until you both realized you had to teach that morning and rushed to get showered changed before you were late to teach at UA? The most likely thing was the hangover that pounded through your skull, your brain throbbing as you swore in your mind to never drink like that on a school night again. With all these scattered thoughts rattling through your head, you must’ve been staring at the whiteboard in silence for too long, getting some of your class worried about your well-being.
“Teacher?” You heard a student call out to you, their hand raised and waving as they hoped to grab your attention.
“Y-yes... Denki?” You turned around to try and pinpoint which student in the sea of blurry faces called out to you, deciding to focus a broad spot you thought was the origin of the voice.
“I’m Yuuga,” He said, sounding rather disappointed as he sighed, not twinkling as bright anymore.
“Sorry, sorry, I just- everything is so blurry today,” you pinched your brow, head throbbing from your impaired vision.
“Maybe your going blind,” Katsuki sassed back at you, arms crossed and brow furrowed in irritation.
“I know I’m not,” you grumbled at the snide comment, crossing your arms in response.
“It’s your glasses, they’re different than your usual ones,” Izuku pointed out, his attention to detail coming in very handy right now.
“O-oh, Thank you, Izuku,” you dipped your head in a slight bow, taking them off to look at them.
Despite your fuzzy vision, the cool metal of the frame, tinted frames, and sharp points of the lens reminded you of only one set of glasses. “They look like-“
“(Y/N)!!!” A rather loud but distressed called from outside your classroom, causing you to almost jump out of your skin before turning to face the door. Standing in the doorway was a frantic looking Hizashi, appearing more like a kicked puppy than a Pro-Hero, “I need you, NOW!”
“Hizashi-i?” You stuttered a little before dismissing yourself for a brief moment in the hallway, giving the both of you some space, “What are you doing here?”
“We got these mixed up,” Hizashi chuckled, calmed down now as he tapped on the corner of the glasses he was wearing. Somehow, the soft curves of your plastic eyewear seemed to make his eyes look even softer, or perhaps that’s still the blurriness his glasses were causing... or the hangover, you still weren’t really sure.
“It seems we did,” you chuckled softly, finding them rather cute on him despite not seeing him so clearly.
“Here.” Hizashi traded your frames for his, putting them on to complete that leather-cladded rocker look while you regained your vision again.
“Lookin’ sharp,” you giggled, seeing him in full HD as you gave him a shot of some finger guns, mirroring his playful nature.
“Thanks, babe,” Hizashi shot right back at you and went to leave but not before stealing one little kiss to hold him over till after school, “I’ll catch you on the flipside.”
You couldn’t help but shake your head at the cheese that was Hizashi but you fell for that cheese like a mouse, smiling sweetly before returning to class, Mina having her hand up, smirking just as wide as you. “Sorry about the delay but back to the question- ah, yes, Mina?”
“So how long have you two been dating?” Mina asked, curious now and wanting to know more. You sighed and pinched your brow, knowing this was going to be a long day. Yet you didn’t mind, glad for once everything was in the clear... for now.
~~~Epilogue~~~
~A few weeks later~
“Good morning, class!!!” Hizashi greeted his students with a bright and cheery smile despite having been out with all his fellow teachers last night for some drinks... again. What? School was stressful, being a Pro-Hero was stressful, being a popular radio DJ was stressful, and it’s the little things like a beer with friends or drunk cuddling next to you in bed that helped eased that stress so much. So cut him some slack, he at least made it to class on time and was ready to begin their next lesson! “Now then, let’s get started on-“ A hand shot up instantly, belonging to the round faced brunette from the hero course.
“Excuse me?” Ochaco asked, looking just slightly confused.
“Yes?” Hizashi cocked his head slightly to the side.
“What happened to your jacket?” She pointed out, causing Hizashi to look down and- man, he knew something was off today. Instead of that leather spiky jacket he usually had on as part of his hero wear, he was wearing your favorite hoodie, comfy but not exactly matching his whole attire.
“I’ll be right back!” Hizashi chimed, a bit red as he excused himself to meet you at your classroom, surprised to see you right outside the door, his jacket in hand.
“Here,” you you giggled before you traded your clothes off, feeling much more complete in the right attire.
“Thanks, babe,” he snuck you one last kiss before running into his classroom, sliding in and posing to wake them up in the early morning, now completely ready to teach, “Now who’s ready to rock and learn?!?!?”