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It had been a busy day for Izuku. It always was. The excitement of daycare can keep a 5 year old excited for a pretty long time. But now it was time to go home and that energy was starting to wear off. As he walked with his mom back to his house, skipping lightly, he thought of what he was going to do when he got home. Probably watch some more All Might videos and eat dinner, which sounded like a great plan to him. He was in the middle of deciding in his head which All Might videos he was going to watch - there were so many to choose from! And he loved them all! - when his mom spoke.
“So Izuku, how was your day?” she asked him with a smile.
He perked up at the question.
“Great! Kacchan showed me his new All Might figure and we then we played Heroes and Villains. I got to be the Hero today!”
“Which hero were you?”
“All Might! Who else?” Izuku asked, as if to say ‘ duh mom, obviously I’m going to be All Might’ .
“That’s great sweetie,” Inko responded, “When we get home I have something to show you that I think you might like?”
“What is it? Does it have All Might in it?”
Inko chuckled at her son’s one track mind.
“No, but it does have to do with Pro Heroes. There’s a up-and-coming Hero who just graduated from UA and he recently started a radio show where he occasionally takes calls from listeners. I thought you would want to call in and talk to him.”
“Cool!”
Izuku paused for a second.
“What’s a radio show?”
“It’s when someone talks on the radio about different things and plays music in between.”
Izuku nodded in understanding, “Ok! That makes sense. So I can call him and talk to him on the phone but it will also be on the radio?”
“Basically.”
“Let’s do it!” he said excitedly.
Inko laughed at this and they kept walking.
When they got home, Izuku immediately ran over to the phone and waited.
“What are you doing?” Inko asked, confused.
“Waiting until we can talk to the guy on the radio!”
Inko chuckled.
“We can’t do that until later. Don’t you want to eat dinner first? I’m making Katsudon.”
“Ok! I’ll go wait at the table!” Izuku said while sprinting to said table.
When he got to the table, he sat down, almost bouncing in his seat. Inko just shook her head. Her son got excited over the tiniest things. Walking into the kitchen, she got to work making the food. While she was cooking Izuku would occasionally ask questions about the ‘guy on the radio’ as he called him to which Inko would usually reply with ‘I don’t know’ or ‘I guess you’ll have to see’. She really didn’t know too much about him, besides the fact that he was an up-and-coming hero with a voice quirk. She had heard about the show from one of her coworkers, who introduced her to the show's site.
Finally the food was ready. The family of two sat down to eat, making idle conversation, which honestly was just Izuku rambling about whatever came to his mind, usually quirks, and Inko just nodding and smiling with the occasional comment. It was a comfortable set up for the two of them. The over-excited 5 year old loved to talk and his more quiet mother was perfectly content listening.
When the two finished eating, Izuku went over to the couch to sit and watch TV for a bit while Inko washed the dishes and clean up. When she was done, she checked the time and saw that it was around the time when the hero started taking calls.
“Izuku. It’s time to call the guy on the radio.” She yelled to her son, walking into the office where the phone was kept.
“Coming!” He yelled back, the sound of socked feet scurrying along the wooden floor coming from the other room.
When Izuku got to the room, he hopped onto the chair in front of the computer and looked up at his mom, as if waiting for instructions. Inko leaned over to the keyboard and typed in the show’s link which displayed the number you had to call. Punching the number in, she handed Izuku the receiver. He took it from her and held it up to his ear, waiting for the ringing to stop and for a voice on the other end.
Finally someone spoke.
“Hello Listener! Welcome to the Loud Guy Radio Show! I’m Present Mic, your resident loud guy. What’s your name and why are you calling us today?” came an enthusiastic voice from the other line.
Izuku answered just as enthusiastically, “I’m Izuku and I wanted to talk to you!”
It had been a normal day for Yamada Hizashi aka Present Mic. He had morning patrol and then paperwork until 2. He was a little disappointed all he got were petty crimes, but couldn’t complain. He didn’t control the criminal underground, so he couldn’t choose their schedule, if they even had one. Mic really only had an hour of free time at lunch, because once he was off duty he went straight to his radio station for the afternoon broadcast of his show.
It was a nice routine he had, days spent doing hero work and radio. His schedule could be hectic but he liked it that way. With his show being brand new, he could really only do afternoon shows and early morning shows since there really wasn’t much demand. He did have a small but loyal group of regular listeners, who he appreciated greatly.
4 o’ clock rolled around and for him it meant answering listener calls. This was always his favourite part of the show, because he honestly loved interacting with people. Earlier in the show Mic had been talking with today’s guest, a local cafe owner, about how they incorporate their quirk into their food. It had honestly been fascinating, but he was excited to talk to regular people-- his listeners, to be specific.
His first caller was an elderly woman who spent the entire call talking about how it was nice to finally hear a hero. Then he talked with some teenagers who were casual listeners. And finally at 5:30 he took his last caller.
“Hey Listener! Welcome to the Loud Guy Radio Show! I’m Present Mic, your resident loud guy. What’s your name and why are you calling us today?” he said enthusiastically as soon as he took the call.
An equally enthusiastic voice of a child answered.
“I’m Izuku and I wanted to talk to you!”
“Ok little listener. I’m always up to talk. What’s on your mind?”
There was a slight pause. And then came more words then he ever expected to come from a kid that young at one time, all in fast succession.
“Quirks! Especially voice related quirks. Before I called you my mom told me you were a voice hero. So I started wondering what kind of quirk you could have. Maybe you could control how high your voice can go, or how loud you can go. Or maybe something like a singing related quirk. But then I remembered that voice related quirks could be anything. You could just be really good at yelling or talking…”
Mic let the kid ramble on a bit more about quirks, smiling the whole while. After a bit the kid stopped again, before speaking once more.
“So what is your quirk?”
He gave a little chuckle at the kid’s curiosity before answering.
“My quirk is called Voice. It lets me increase the volume of my voice. My voice can make really strong and high-pitched sounds which can sometimes hurt people’s ears.”
The kid seemed to take a moment to think it over.
“So basically you’re really good at yelling?” Izuku asked.
“Basically!”
“Cool! You’d get along really good with Kacchan, he yells a lot. Though I don’t think that’s his quirk..” his words turned into another ramble.
Mic smiled. This kid was really cute, but he did talk a lot. That was a good thing for radio though. But when he looked at the clock, he saw that his time to talk with listeners was almost up.
“Hey, little listener. I have to go. My time’s almost up, but it was great talking to you!” Mic told the kid on the other line.
Izuku stopped his rambling and gave an ok before saying one more thing.
“Ok! Thank for talking with me, guy on the radio with the loud voice!”
Then he hung up.
Mic turned on a song and once the recording was off, started laughing hysterically.
Damn. He loved little kids.
Once he hung up, Izuku put the receiver down and turned around to look at his mom, who was smiling at him.
“So how was it?” she asked.
“It was great! The guy on the radio was really loud but really nice and we talked about quirks!” Izuku replied, getting out of the chair and walking over to his mom.
“Do you remember his name?”
“Nope! But I do want to do that again. Can we call him again tomorrow?” Izuku asked.
Inko smiled at her son.
“Sure. But for now, it’s time to sleep.”
“Ok!” Izuku said before running off to get ready for bed.
Inko smiled as she watched him run off. She knew he would enjoy this. Now to figure out how to get him to fall asleep with all the excitement he got. She sighed to herself and went after him.