tsunagu + plushies are an underrated combination, so here are some headcanons:
what started as a fun way to learn to use his quirk as a child has turned into on of his passions.
he has so many plushies from both his childhood and adulthood, and he decorates his house with them like one would decorate with porcelain statues.
while he can absently create one, he always give his full attention while creating them. this means he may go a while without making a new one, since work is very busy.
calls them his friends and believes they have real feelings.
puts little stuffed hearts in them like at build a bear, which he makes wishes on to wish them a good life.
can bring them to life with his quirk, and gives them all at least one trait to stand out among the rest. this can be as simple as liking a certain hobby or having a quirk of their own to explain a special feature.
many of his plushies have clothing accessories, since he loves fashion and combining his interests.
most of them have normal japanese names, though the ones from his childhood may have sillier ones.
will get very upset if he finds one abandoned, and he restores them into looking brand new if he does find them.
though it is hard for him to part with his creations, he does make plushies to donate to hospitals and orphanages under an assumed name. the public suspects this, however, but he will not say anything as he does not want children sad if they do not get a best jeanist plushie.
He absolutely has a Samurai Orchid in his bedroom that he takes excellent care of and is his favorite. Also, probably has at least one spider lily, among a few other flowers.
I doubt he has the time for an extensive collection so he likely only has a few, but after the series ends he'd probably have the time to grow more, possibly even try growing some vegetables, I think he'd like having fresh ingredients for his dishes.
(I donβt think these are really head cannons any more. What would something like this even be called?)
Part 1 Part 2
He had not heard back from you.
Itβs been over a month and you havenβt even looked at the text thread. No green around your profile image. Nothing to let him know if you were reading, debating on responding but too nervous to.
βNot enough to keep me from asking you to dinnerβ
Every night before bed, during the quiet hours where work and projects could not fill the noise of his brainβhe re-read that last text and spiraled.
Had he been to forward?
Did he diminish the banter, thus ruining your interest in him?
Maybe you had simply changed your mind. Moved on without a second thought of him. While he knew your face, voice and teasing smile would haunt him for the rest of his life.
Left behind to be the workaholic hero while you went on to live a full life, doingβwhat did you do?
The more he thought about it, that night of meeting you, everything he learned had been about your younger years. Nothing of what you did now, what you were like now.
Perhaps it was for the best.
At least, that had been his thought before falling a sleep last night.
Before a bank robbery had called in multiple heroβs to the area, before his alarm clock could go off.
Before he had arrived on scene just as one of the robbers was heading his way.
Before his fibers had shot out to grab them by their ankles, dragging the perp through rough gravel back to him. Their hands scrambling to grab onto something, anything, to keep from their fate.
Before he flipped them over, a monologue filled with fabric and jean euphemisms ready on the tip of his tongue.
Before his voice froze mid word.
Before it was your face looking up at him in terror.
What little air was left in his single lung was used to whisper your name in shock. The threads that had been around your ankles went slack just as his arms did.
You made no move to run.
He watched as your face flashed through a myriad of emotions, before ending on fighting back the shine growing on your water line.
When foot steps were heard getting closer to the area you both were at, your eyes closed. As if already giving up.
And you were.
You had heard his voice just before his threads had caught you and dragged you across the gravel moments ago.
You fraught the whole path, finger nails bloody and skin raw. All to keep from seeing the disappointment on his face when he flipped you over.
But what you saw was so much worse.
He looked shockedβand heart broken.
When he said your name it took everything to keep from letting out a sob.
So when the foot steeps got closer, you accepted your fate.
So imagine the surprise when a hand wrapped around your wrist and lifted you to your feet. You looked to his eyes, expecting to see anger and betrayal. But they were looking around you before dragging you into the ally way close by and pinning you to the wall.
Bro jeanist is two years older then edgeshot he was about to watch his junior from highschool who joined his little front of a club sacrifice himself π
Bro jeanist and the big three 4 peas in the same pod
We are told Edgeshot is only seem when he out doing hero work, which make assume he just wanna keep his private life and hero work separted so he can go on living a normal life but then he dress like this outside work:
Like that just his hero costune in black he hiding nothing dressed like that
