Hm, so... I don't know what happened, but apparently I wrote two chapters in one night because this story excites me to pieces. So, enjoy an extra chapter, I suppose! It's four in the morning here, though, so good morning, good afternoon, and good night!

Enjoy!

"Aw, come on, Eraser, the kids in the booth back there are fine! Really, one of them is in high school and the other is in college - they're probably catching up on some lost sleep!"

"I'm starting to doubt that you understand when I tell you that it's my job to stop you from doing things like this." That familiar capture weapon snapped out and around his wrist and pulled him forward sharply, Hizashi skidding across the floor with a swear before he was catching himself with one boot on the station desk, wrapping the cloth around his hand a few times for a better grip, and then jerking back with as much strength as he could in quick succession.

There was a split second of surprise where Aizawa stumbled and Hizashi didn't hesitate to use the chance to grab more of the scarf and give it another jerk, forcing the man to slide forward on the tiled floor himself. As soon as he was close enough, Hizashi kicked out at the chair he had been sitting in and sent it right into an unbalanced Aizawa, letting go of the scarf at the same time to ensure the chair sent him falling to the ground.

The second he heard the crash, Hizashi let himself give a laugh. At least Hizashi wasn't the only one slightly off his game tonight. He usually tried to give Aizawa his full attention when they were fighting, but that last question he had answered on the radio had shaken him up more than he would have thought.

"When you tell a child that they have a dangerous quirk, what happens to them?"

"C'mon, Eraser, let the kids sleep. Besides, now they have an excuse for why their homework won't be done!" Really, Hizashi thought he was being nice and giving those kids some much needed time to sleep and relax. They obviously needed it if their song choices were as bad as he had seen.

"How often do you tie up kids and take over their equipment, then?" Aizawa, Hizashi sometimes forgot, was a pro hero with many years of experience. He quickly remembered, however, when he suddenly found himself on the floor with a sore head and no idea on how he got there. "You know, you'll probably only get one night in jail, this time, seeing as no one filed a report about this."

"Then why are you here?" Hizashi groaned, pushing himself up and rubbing at the back of his head as he looked to Aizawa, the man giving a smirk as he stood up himself.

"It's my job to stop villains, remember?" Right. Villains. Because Hizashi was a villain - that was all he could be.

"When you force that child to never use that quirk that is called dangerous and a villain's quirk…"

"C'mon, hero, can't we drop the act and you can finally admit how much you really love me?" Hizashi grinned, raising his hands peacefully at the glare he received. "The game continues, then!"

"Your game of heroes and villains?" Ah… Aizawa would have heard that, wouldn't he have? He had probably entered the building since at least the last question. "There's other ways to fight against the system, Mic."

"No, there really isn't." Hizashi kept his smile through sheer force of will, taking another few steps back. "Really, Eraser, some days I wished it was another pro hero that showed up. Then again, I wouldn't have found my true love, if that were the case!"

"You're so noisy," Aizawa muttered, shooting his scarf out again. It was a warmup attack more than anything - something that Hizashi should have easily been able to dodge. He did in a way, at least, but he was pretty sure that neither of them had planned for him to trip over a bunch of wires and hit the floor. "Feeling clumsy tonight, Mic?"

"I guess I'm just falling over myself for you, darling," Mic shot back, groaning a bit before he was leaping up to dodge the next attack. "Sorry, hero, but I don't have the luxury of being late for work, again!"

Running to the door and slamming it shut to buy himself at least a few seconds, Hizashi was halfway down the hallway before he realized his headphones were missing. He then swore he felt his heart stop as cold air rushed past exposed ears.

"What happens to that child?"

Hearing the footsteps chasing after him, Hizashi yelled a few different expletives in at least three languages because now, it seemed, he was going to have to buy new noise-cancelling headphones. There was no way he could go back for the ones he had dropped.

Kicking the door open to the outside, Hizashi stumbled slightly from the momentum. Slightly was all Aizawa needed to repay him for his earlier crash to the floor, it seemed.

Hitting the ground chest first at full speed with the scarf wrapped around his leg, Hizashi took a moment to make sure he was still alive and that he hadn't busted his face or chin. He was starting to think he was lucky when he realized he couldn't hear anything. A second passed before it sunk in and he couldn't hear anything.

Scrambling to his feet and grabbing at his ears, Hizashi felt his heart completely drop out of his chest when he realized both of his hearing aids were missing. He usually didn't have to worry where his headphones kept them in place and only activated once outside volume reached high decibels, but his headphones had fallen off so now Hizashi was stuck in the middle of a fight unable to hear.

Hizashi didn't even get a step forward before Aizawa's capture weapon was wrapped around him and pinning his arms to his side. Hizashi quickly found breath picking up speed, as well, when he glanced up at Aizawa to see his lips were moving, but Hizashi couldn't understand. It had been too long since he had to rely on lip reading, and there was no way he could calm himself down, and he couldn't hear, and why did Aizawa have to talk so quietly?

Seeing the man's hand moving towards him, Hizashi slammed his eyes shut and tried to relax as he waited for whatever punch was coming. When he felt something brush against his ear, he bit his lip as hard as he could and wondered why Aizawa had to go for the ear of all places.

"Mic?" He heard that. Hizashi had heard that. Eyes shooting open, Mic looked to Aizawa to see he was lifting his other hand now and, a moment later, hearing was restored to both ears. "Better?"

"I… Yeah." Hizashi narrowed his eyes and was pleasantly surprised to see no hint of pity or disgust in Aizawa's face. The man had never seemed the type, but Hizashi had learned to expect the worst even while hoping for the best.

"You wear hearing aids." There wasn't a question, but Hizashi could hear the surprise. Remembering what Aizawa had once said about his quirk not being dangerous, Hizashi couldn't stop a tight-lipped smile.

"My quirk is more than just loud." Hizashi could see the moment realization hit. Hizashi didn't give him the gift of pretending to play dumb. "When you stop a child from using their quirk and then they're finally forced to use it, how are they expected to control it?"

"They aren't," Aizawa said quietly, complicated expression on his face. Hizashi felt the scarf around him lose tension, which, huh. He supposed he really had surprised the man for once. "Mic-"

"I told you. My quirk is dangerous." It wasn't boasting. It wasn't pity. It was just fact. "I blew my hearing out when I was in middle school and I've been wearing hearing aids ever since. That's how I know those drug dealers or whoever they were didn't know what my quirk really was. They would have tried to use it for themselves, not leave me to myself. What's the deal with that stuff, anyways?"

The scarf lost more tension as Aizawa sighed, hanging his head for a moment. "Trigger is a drug that was designed to enhance a person's quirk, but it also weakens their reasoning. It's basically a drug made to make more villains."

"Not without side effects, though," Hizashi pointed out, thinking back to when he had been slammed against the wall when he had kidnapped Aizawa. For a second, he had been so hopeful. Ah, there was always the future and his dreams, he supposed. "You said the tongue turns black?"

"Yeah. There's different forms of it and one or two of them are legal, but the stuff you were given looks to be even stronger than what's already out there."

"Sounds nasty." It sounded bad for the people who lived here, too. Hizashi knew what a shithole it was, but with a drug like that floating around, it would only get worse. "Are there any leads as to who that man was?"

"Even after the description you gave, we didn't find anything," Aizawa sighed, running a hand through his hair and looking irritated. While Hizashi took a moment to admire how beautiful an annoyed Eraserhead looked in the moonlight, he also tested the tightness of the scarf. It wasn't very tight anymore.

"Well, at least there's a decent hero on the case," Hizashi teased, delighting in the look Aizawa gave him. "Although, I am curiousabout one thing. If there are no reports or anything on me, how did you find out I was broadcasting tonight?"

"And why would I tell you that?" Aizawa met his gaze evenly, but Hizashi saw what could have almost been called a blush. "It's hard to ignore your loud voice when looking for something to listen to."

"Aw, baby, did you listen to my show?" That was oddly reassuring, and the fact Aizawa didn't deny it just made Hizashi want to scream into his pillow in glee. Eraserhead really was an amazing hero. "Well, thank you for being such a dedicated listener, but… I really can't be late for work, tomorrow."

Darting forward, Hizashi saw Aizawa tense and get ready to react before stopping completely as Hizashi kissed the edge of his jaw, letting his tongue dart out just the barest amount to flick against warm skin. It was amazing when Hizashi heard a dragged-out noise from Aizawa that sounded like a swear and a squeak combined. It was officially the most beautiful sound Hizashi had ever heard.

"Goodnight, Eraser." With that, Hizashi jerked himself out of the hold of the loosened capture weapon and sprinted away from Aizawa and the radio station as fast as he possibly could, throwing himself down shadowed alleyways and through broken down buildings that he had hidden in when he was younger.

It was an effort to not burst out laughing when he knew with everything in him that Eraserhead could have caught him in a second, but… he hadn't. Really, that had to mean something, right? And Hizashi was finally able to kiss his true love! At least, in a way, he had. It still counted, though!

And the fact he had seen Aizawa blushing and looking caught off guard, well. It officially made the bad night into a perfect one.

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The drone of the late-night news filled his too quiet apartment, Hizashi distractedly eating a carton of leftovers and fending off Snowball as he stared at the research he had been able to gather after a long shower and computer binge. He had been bouncing ideas off Snowball for the last hour, but so far it seemed his cat had yet to develop a quirk that allowed him to talk back.

"It just doesn't add up, Snowball." Picking out a piece of chicken with his chopsticks, Hizashi held it out to the cat that he really did need to put on a diet. Snowball plucked out the chicken carefully, though, before curling up on his lap with purrs loud enough to be mistaken as a passing train. "Yeah, yeah. Really, though, why would Trigger dealers come this far?"

Hizashi had managed to create a rough timeline of the resulting Trigger outbreaks over the last five years and none of them had ever made it down this far south. There were some outlier crop ups that seemed to have been dealt with by Eraserhead a few years ago - at least, it seemed to. It was a little out of his patrol area, but Hizashi liked to think he knew the man's fighting style by now.

The problem with him seeing a Trigger dealer in his area now is that there hadn't been any outbreaks. Hizashi would have contributed that to the fact that he had given the police and heroes warning, but even he wasn't that hopeful.

"What do you think, Snowball?" Hizashi gave the cat's head a little scratch, staring at the red pins he had put in an old map. "What could they be doing here… Recruiting, maybe?"

Aizawa had said the drug was stronger than what he had seen before, though, so if someone had taken it, they would have noticed. Maybe they were just after Hizashi, though. If so, that was something he didn't like the sound of too much.

"This is so stressful," Hizashi finally sighed, kicking his feet up and looking to the news to see it was reporting about an underground hero who had taken down an entire gang just last week. "Ah, Snowball, don't we have just the most amazing hero watching over us here?"

Snowball meowed loud enough to rival Hizashi and his quirk, staring up at him with sweet, baby blue eyes. Huffing after a moment, Hizashi dug out the final piece of chicken and held it out, not managing to get all that upset.

"You're lucky I felt pity for you, you know. I could have left you in that gutter and then that would have been the end of that. No cat eating me out of house and home." Snowball stared at him before nuzzling against his side. "You know me too well, Snowball."

The answering meow almost drowned out the sound of his phone ringing, but Hizashi wasn't the Voice Villain for nothing. Almost falling off the couch, Hizashi managed to snag the phone, frowning at the halfway familiar number.

"Hello?" There was a moment of silence that followed that made Hizashi frown and wonder if he had just missed the person.

"Ah, Present Mic. It truly is a pleasure to talk to you, again. I take it you haven't had a chance to try that product I gave you?" The voice was already half-forgotten, but there was no mistaking that neutral politeness.

"Oi, oi, who gave you this number? Don't you know it's rude to call this late without warning!" Hizashi steeled his voice, doing his best to not let it shake. "And how do I know that 'product' of yours isn't something bad! I don't even know who you are, man."

"Oh, you will soon enough. I do apologize for the impromptu call, but I was led to believe you kept late hours." He didn't like this. Hizashi didn't like this one bit. "I have to say, it's rather impressive how you've managed to keep up with a hero such as Eraserhead."

His cautiousness turned to rage and Hizashi very nearly said something stupid before he managed to throw his voice into something that was a mask of his villain persona, "Of course! You're talkin' to the Voice Villain, you know! I have no problem keeping up with the likes of an underground hero!"

"That's good to hear, Present Mic." They hadn't used his real name, yet, but was it possible they knew it anyways? They had his number, after all, but Hizashi didn't know how they could have connected the two. A quirk, maybe? There was a quirk for everything these days, it felt like. "You should try our product soon. I think the results will be to your liking."

"I dunno, I'm not really one for performance enhancers, if you know what I mean." There was a polite laugh over the phone that had a few shivers slipping down his spine.

"Well, nonetheless, we'll contact you again soon, Present Mic. We have an offer that I think you'll take a particular liking to if your agenda truly is to shake the system of heroes and villains."

The call disconnected with a click and Hizashi threw his phone to the other end of the couch, glaring at it with all his might. He could handle these people knowing him when he was Present Mic, but if they knew he was Yamada Hizashi, then how easy would it be for other people to know?

"Well, Snowball, it looks like this just got a lot more dangerous." Hizashi looked down to Snowball, giving a little grin when the cat hissed at the phone. "Yeah, but it makes you wonder what else they know about us."

An offer that would help shake the system of heroes and villains, huh? Well… They succeeded in getting his attention.