One thing I really adore about AllMic that I don’t think anyone’s mentioned is that All Might actually shows Present Mic respect. Present Mic obviously respects All Might as well, but everyone respects the #1, no one respects the DJ Hero.
Everyone seems to find him annoying and looks down on him. Even his best friends—Aizawa and Midnight—don’t seem to respect him. Obviously, they care about him and are very close, but still.
It’s just really sweet to me that All Might not only respects Present Mic, but has been shown to admire how he entertains people and how he can make people—like Aizawa—instantly relax. He also compliments how Hizashi is able to handle all his jobs. It’s not just politeness either, it’s genuine admiration—and it’s coming from the number one at that.
It’s a small thing, but something I really appreciate in the pair.
The actual written scene is better but I’m trying to practice my drawing.
Here’s the scene for those who are curious;
“Your Majesty?” Hizashi assumed the Nutcracker was talking to him. He turned to meet the blue gaze, noting how much relief his touch was as his hands were cool to the touch. There was also a pulse between them. Like blood was flowing between both of them, as if they were one body. This created a small, pink flush on his body, though he assumed it was from the heat.
“I’m okay. Heater’s on a bit high but--” The man then realized that he was speaking to a giant nutcracker who was definitely NOT supposed to be able to talk.
He yelled, “Scratch that! I’m not okay at all!”
With panic fueling his actions, Hizashi rolled himself from the Nutcracker’s grip and off the other side of the bed. “Ouch! ”
The Nutcracker moved to help him but stopped as Hizashi began to spazz on the floor.
“What the fuck is going on here?!” he demanded, his arms flailing about as if trying to put together a large picture. “First there was the army of rats that would make any exterminator’s dreams—or nightmares—come true! Not to mention some sort of Frankenstein abomination, rat edition! Then I shrunk like ‘Honey I shrunk the kids!’ followed by you and the other toys coming to life in a Babe’s in Toyland scenario, and Gran Torino became a freaky owl thing, and! And! And...”
Hizashi became more frantic with each word. He could feel his brain heat and steam in his skull like a train engine as it tried to figure out what was happening. His mind spun faster making him dizzy, so he became woozy.
His face must have been turning red, or something, because the Nutcracker became distressed.
“Your Majesty, please calm yourself!” he begged, his tone just as anxious as Hizashi’s. His eyes were wide and, if he could, Hizashi was sure he would be sweating. “I understand that all this is a lot to take in--”
When you pass out at work late at night grading tests and Toshinori brings you home and tucks you in and makes you breakfast in the morning and you’re trying not to yell at him how gay you are—
Scene from the Villain EraserMic fic Violent Delights just prior to the intermission.
Poor Shouta. How long has it been? Full scene under the ‘keep reading’! Remember when I thought this was gonna be light hearted?’ =‘D
The streets were busy at this time of night: far too busy. As he walked through the crowds, he kept his head low, a mop of black hair obscuring his face from the chaotic masses. They swarmed around him, like discordant insects, and one figure clumsily brushed against his shoulder.
It would’ve been so easy to reach out and crush the impudent bug, but he didn’t wish to risk being punished by Father. If he caused an unwanted scene, then Father would have to scold him, and he didn’t want to ever disappoint him.
He controlled himself as he cut through the crowds. Overhead, the sky was dark with night, yet the lights of the glowing city clambered so badly for attention that there were no stars to be seen. The giant screens in the square were typically covered with advert after advert after sickening advert, yet today something different stared down at the scene.
“[It was so outta nowhere,]” murmured one of the nearby voices. They had stopped with their companion to gaze up at the flashing screen, as many others had around them.
While the man had not intended to stop here, he made the mistake of looking up too. His feet faltered.
“[Guess all heroes have a personal life,]” commented the companion of the first voice. “[I heard the other one’s pretty popular in Japan, so maybe they have a lot in common.]”
The faces on the screen were bright and cheery. The first was known to everybody, especially here in America: All-Might was the number one hero in the entire world, after all. In the picture he was a godly beacon of justice in his hero costume, but he knew his Father had badly wounded him some time ago. How long? He didn’t know. Father had been wounded too, but his Father was strong and had persevered.
“[I dunno; guess I never really thought the Pillar of Justice swung that way, but I’m pleasantly surprised. They suit each other.]”
The other man in the image was younger than All-Might. In fact, he was probably about the same age as the man standing in Times Square, an ocean away… No, he definitely was, but he couldn’t pinpoint the number. On the screen, the figure had long blond hair, gelled up tall, and he wore orange specs to mask a pair of- …
What colour were his eyes again? He couldn’t remember that either. He knew he’d once known the blond man so well, yet that time was long gone, now less memorable than a faded dream.
He remembered the stranger’s name though, and…
From his pocket he pulled his Charm. Father had let him keep it. Father was kind like that. Once he’d shown he could be trusted, Father let him get away with a lot. By now the charm was falling apart. It had once been a star on a keyring, but the metal was badly rusted, and the star was missing several corners. Even so, holding it always soothed him, and with the weight in his hand he remembered.
Green: the man’s eyes had been green like emeralds.
“[You gonna watch the ceremony?]” The two annoyances were still chatting away, and they were getting on his nerves.
“[I bet the whole world’s gonna watch!]”
His fingers curled around the Charm while his eyes glanced to the writing on the screen. The English text was bold and bright and he couldn’t help but read it…
The man looked away at last as he continued cutting through the crowd, trying his best not to touch any of the figures around him. The Charm was returned to his pocket, but as he left the chaos, he took a moment to lean against a tall building. He felt weak, although the reason was unclear. As he paused, he caught sight of his own reflection in a dirty window that had no light beyond it. It was such a stark contrast to the bright, glowing screens overhead that had depicted the heroes.
His own hair was long and dirty. There was no reason to cut it, and no reason to wash it. His scruff had also grown some, but it never grew to a length that could be considered a beard. Part of his fringe constantly floated, and his right eye was black yet bloodshot, completely ringed by insomnia. His left eye, in contrast, was covered by a surgical eyepatch, and a jagged scar crept beneath it.
His head ached, as it typically did, but the image on the screens had made it even worse. What information had he read again? Right…
ONE MONTH UNTIL THE WEDDING OF ALL-MIGHT AND PRESENT MIC! SAVE THE DATE, AMERICA!
Right: that. He did still remember the blond man’s name though. Yes, he couldn’t remember his own anymore, but he’d never forget the other’s: his name was Hizashi Yamada, and his eyes were green like emeralds and he was a pro-hero, while he-…
