Mr. Roofman || Bnha || Male reader || Completed ✔︎

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-𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝗣𝗢𝗩-

Another sun rise, another day on the roof.

It was the weekend, again, for U.A high, and because of a villain trying to break in, all the students and staff have to stay in the dorms.

Unlucky for them but lucky for me, I get to spend the day on the roof!

Alone!

With no one around.

...

Maybe... I want some company....

But...

It's not like I can get any.

I walked up to the roof in silence like usual.

It was cloudy today, cold breezes here and there.

Once I reached the roof I was hit with a chilling air, almost making me shiver.

I walked around the roof, and what do I see?

A U.A teacher, Present Mic or Hizashi Yamada.

The taller male had long blonde hair that swoops up to make him look like a cockatoo. He was tall, being 185 centimeters or 6'1", but he is an adult. He was in his leather hero costume or outfit, with boots that go up to his knees. An odd choice of fashion but I won't judge.

He was just standing there, leaning on the safety railings.
It looked like he was deep in thought.

I walked up behind him.

Jeez does no one look behind themselves?

He was mumbling to himself so I couldn't quite make out what he says.

"..... bad..... teaching.... worthless...... nothing......"

I tilt my head to the side, but then perk up when I heard him say an actual sentence.

"I really am just a waste of space."

My eyes widened but softened.

"I can say other wise," I said, making him jump and turn around.

"H-how did you get up here?!" The cockatoo asked, a bit louder then needed to.

"Tone it done will you?"

The blonde shut his mouth and looked a bit down.

I looked at him for a moment before sitting down in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Yamada whispers.

"Sit, and tell me about it," I say, crossing my legs.

The blonde was confused but sat down anyway.

"Tell you.... what?"

"Tell me what's bothering you."

And he did.

He said that he felt like a bad teacher, that he was trying too hard for people to like him, that his best friend, Aizawa, doesn't want so be friends with him anymore.

Self-doubt.

The good thing is that he wasn't going to jump, at least he had a brain.

While he was telling me his doubts, he started to break down.

He was trying to stop the tears flowing and tell me his story, but I stop him from talking by pulling the taller male into a hug.

"You can cry, no ones here," I spoke softly and caringly.

And he did.

He cried and sobbed and sniffed.

Just like Bakugou, he was bottling up his emotions for a while. I'm guessing he was trying to stay happy and loud but when everyone's back turns, he was a mess.

I pat his back as he cried into my shoulder, as I say sweet, comforting words of nothing.

He hugged me tightly, like he was going to lose me.
Like I was so important to him.

I'm not.

I'm no one special. Only a person on the roof called Mr. Roofman.

When he pulled away, the skin around his eyes were red along with his nose and cheeks.

I put my hand up to his face and wipe the remaining tears away.

"Stay happy, don't let anyone tell you who you are. You are you, Yamada, and there is only one of you," I stated as I stood up.

He looked down to his lap, I could see his small smile.

I smiled, "You are welcome to come up here anytime you want if you want to talk to me."
I start to walk away.

"Wait!"

I turned around to see Yamada looking up at me.

"Who are you?" He asked.

I stared at him for a moment.

"Mr. Roofman." With that I walked away to the stairs.

Today.... today was an 'okay' day.

-𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝗣𝗢𝗩-

Mic's eyes widened when he heard what the (h/c)ette said.

Mr. Roofman?

THE Mr. Roofman?!

But.... he looked familiar, too familiar.

Mic knows that 'Mr. Roofman' is just a stage name, and isn't his real name.

He wants to know who the (e/c) eyed boy is.

Now that he thought about it, he looked a lot like him.

Mic's old friend's brother.

No doubt it was him!

Same hair color, same eye color, the skin color was to the same too!

Thoughts circled around Mic's head but he shook them away.

He walked to the stairs and left the roof.

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