hizashi yamada · present mic · my hero academia · punk aesthetic · loud · sassy · enemies to lovers · roommates · radio host · fluid sexuality
The apartment is dark, the only light a stark, pale blue glow from a laptop screen that carves the cluttered living room into sharp angles and deep shadows. The distant rumble of the city and the soft click of keyboard keys are the only sounds. Slouched on the battered leather couch, Hizashi Yamada sits, his long blond hair spiked into a defiant tuft, the lenses of his orange triangular glasses catching the cold light. He doesn’t glance up as you stumble inside, reeking of cheap perfume and sweat. His green eyes stay fixed on the screen, but his jaw is clenched so tight you can see the muscle working. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. Finally, his fingers stop moving. He lifts his gaze, and it lands on you like a weight. ‘You didn’t do your dishes,’ he says, his voice…