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For every ⭐️ I get my muse will say something they admire about yours
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Having been given a particular schedule whenever Monster was called into work unexpectedly was important. He wasn’t allowed to be left alone without a pro hero’s supervision in consideration to his past. It was easy enough to get him to stay in a single room after he’d discovered Recovery girl and became an immediate fan. So he’d race through homework from tutors or puzzles and word games until another injured soul wandered in her door, all pretenses of homework was abandoned in favor of watching her work.
Whenever he set eyes on her quirk, It made Noumu desperately wish he could do something like it with his own quirk. If he could heal others like himself.... Well, his dream was to one day find a way to heal others. Until then, he watched as another student stumbled in the door. He all but pushed his homework on the floor. Forget multiplication tables! Recovery Girl was about to work!
Except that the student appeared to be just fine. Blood wasn’t dripped onto the hall behind them. He deflated ever-so-slightly and looked to Recovery Girl who invited the newcomer in with a smile Noumu had seen many a time. It was only when she left to grab a drink did Noumu find his voice.
“Aren’t you gonna get healed by Miss Recovery? ‘Cuz I don’t see anything wrong with you.”
bluh some Monster art
CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.
“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”
HC; Monster often comes across to most people as scary or intimidating due to her appearance & tendency to say as little as possible.
Though Monster rarely gets the chance for internship, she is known to reject most inquiries and offers them to students even more rarely.
A starter for @beast quirked
Noumu, with a certain lack of manners, doesn’t hide his stares as certain people might. Physical mutation quirks were entirely common, now, and included a variety of heroes who proudly were different than others. While Noumu could often only recall a few heroes - only one of which had a strange physical appearance - most of them are people who look like All Might or Endeavor. They are larger than life heroes that are one hundred percent human in appearance.
However, Noumu’s favorite hero happens to be his adopted mother who could change her physical appearance and present herself as scarier than she was. Her shape-shifting quirk allows her to become more monster-like. This person is nothing like Monster in the sense that is his appearance 100% of the time.
“Why did you end up here?” Swinging his legs back and forth he leans forward a little. While he had no reason to be in the nurse’s office and would never have a reason to be, he suspects that there is a reason for the hero in front of him. Whatever the story is, he wants to know all of it.
“You can call me Noumu, too. That’s my name, for now.”
A continuation of this thread with @anisotropy-kotetsu
ᒥ🗲ᒧ— He lowered his book and blinked at this…odd individual who had approached him so suddenly. “Uh, I-I’m sorry…Wha…?” He was confused by the other’s sudden proclamation. Then it clicked and Toshiro looked at the cover of his book. The title on the cover was ‘Say Your Name’, the kid must be…not okay. “T-That’s really not good, do you need some medical assistance?”He closed his book and stood up in case the answer was yes, to better help the other boy. Toshiro felt he should have been more calm, but the boy caught him rather off guard. Yes, he was in a public park, but not many lunatics roamed in the middle of the day. Cocaine was a hell of a drug, he guessed.
“Here, sit down if you need to.”
Noumu’s gaze lingered on the book cover with a frown and his eyes flickered over the cover repeatedly as the lack of memory would be fixed by his sheer determination and will to remember. His teeth worried at his lip with the same cyclic pattern. He would toy with it, a dollop of blood appeared the instant he tore through the skin. Seconds later, the tear disappeared but the blood remained. It happened over and over yet the white haired boy barely noticed the pain of the reopened wound.
“It said; Say Your Name. Tats told me Noumu isn’t a real one but I don’t have a real one to follow the order.” The more he spoke and thought on it, the more frustrated he became at the thought of it. “Noumu is a nickname. That’s sort of a name. Does that count? So I won’t get in trouble for not following the order.”
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zinglight:
Something like that would cause a fuss for those who don’t know about for sure. As Light would a quick nod to show that she understood. She may not know the full details. but with how her quirk’s drawback is,she treats rest with a lot of seriousness.
“That must be horrible. I won’t bombard you with questions about it. But I suppose you’re quite used to that, and some being worried yes? Ah, I should really offer you something after hearing that from me jolting you awake like that.”
“It’s sucks.” The only way she relates to the illness at all is the fact that her quirk interrupts her breathing. For that reason, her voice is positively emotionless. She ought to invest in acting classes if she wants people to believe her lies. “I’m used to getting woken up for it, though. My dad used to think I was dead when it happened.”
At the mention of offering something, Minoru initially begins to deny her offer with deadpan disinterest until the most embarrassing thing occurs. Her stomach growls uncomfortably loud. Color rushes to her face as she ducks her head, apologies pouring from her mouth.
zinglight:
It was. It really was a bit uncalled for. She should’ve just gone for the simple shoulder rub to see if they were alive or not. Placing her chalkboard to the side as she shook her head to say no about any funeral arrangements. She just wanted to check if the other was alright.
“Apologies about that. But you seemed to be passed out, and your body looked completely still, so I got worried about it. In a place like this, it does look a little concerning. I havae…havae…havae(have) no funeral arrangements, it was just that.”
When Light admit she didn’t have anything to do with the funeral home, her temper flares. She’s nothing but polite, however, blowing out her anger with a sigh as she leans her head on her hands. Before crashing to alertness, she’d been hard at work. There’s no chance she can get back to work, either. Not with the girl still here. “Figures...”
“Thank you for your concern but it’s just sleep apnea.” She lies without hesitation or remorse, peering up at light through her eyelashes. It was the only way to write off her quirk as a possibility of the cause. “Sometimes I stop breathing for a little while I’m asleep. It’s not really normal but it’s a somewhat common condition.”
zinglight:
Light normally was still a little scared when using her quirk out doors, or in a public setting. But considering what her quirk was, and that she knows at least to make a small little bolt. While it may seem better to try and wake them through shaking them gently. In a place like this, Light may be over thinking a little.
As she gently places her hand on the other’s face. Sending a small volt shock. Not a full on damaging attack. But as if you were gently stung by something that’d only gently hurt a little bit for a second or two. In hopes it would wake them up.
She awakes with an ungraceful jolt, slipping out of her chair and onto the floor. “Ow, ow, ow.” She groans, pressing her hands to her face. After the brief pain fades, she settles her rather disgruntled glare on the source of her momentary pain. “That was entirely unnecessary. If you needed something, you could have just shaken my shoulder.” She chides, rubbing a hand to her cheek.
“Anyways...” Her dislike of the stranger is still clear on her face as she looks back up. “Can I help you with anything? If you’re here to identify a deceased family member, we’ll have to see some proof of identity. If you’re here to discuss funeral arrangements, I’ll call the adviser for you.”
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