from “the one thats an excuse to draw yoichi like a pinup girl” wip
“Come on, Leader, I want to help more.” Yoichi insisted. “I can help more- especially now, with Misa’s ankle, we need it.”
Misa, of the aforementioned ankle that was probably only sprained, shook his head. This was the third time they had heard Yoichi and Aruji arguing about this- today. The first time that it had been semipublic though, in the corner of the cafeteria.
Aruji chewed his bite of onigiri far longer than he needed to, then finally answered, “Yoichi, I know- which is why Suno and Striker B are covering what they can of Misa’s hits for the next two weeks, and we’re reducing the unnecessary ones. But If you want to help Misa, ask them about it.”
“We already finished all his paperwork two days ago, you know that.” Yoichi was telling the truth- while Misa normally accepted more of his help in that area, with the injury keeping him sitting he’d actually caught up on his own.
Their leader just shook his head.
“Then take a break, you both deserve it.”
Yoichi crossed his arms and glared at Aruji, who didn’t even try to look back, keeping his eyes on his food so he couldn’t lose the standoff.
Misa felt Yoichi’s gaze look to him for backup, and they glanced away- at the pair coming up to the table.
“Boss!” Suno was half dressed from his mission and with his second, Tonoike, a cactus haired woman. Neither looked too beaten up. “We got the supplies, Strikers unloading them now.”
Aruji nodded at them. “I’ll make sure its processed.”
“You handing out more tasks now?” Tonoike, always eager, asked with a glance at Yoichi and Misa.
“No.” Aruji waved them off. “You all go enjoy your break.”
“But Leader,” Yoichi’s voice was quieter, but no softer.
Suno still picked up on it, and Misa bit back their sigh. Well, apparently the ‘not that beaten up’ look wouldn’t last long.
“What, he still begging for more?” He asked Aruji, pointing to Yoichi.
Aruji looked like he was biting back a sigh of his own.
“C’mon, Boss, if you can’t think of something, I’m sure I can.” Suno’s tone turned cruel. “Lets see, he’s not trusted by enough to let him in the kitchens, he’s already on cleaning rotation, he’s got too high a reward for him to let him on missions, and he doesn’t even have enough meat on him to try recruitment sends.”
“Suno.” Tonoike nudged him with her elbow, looking ready to nudge him with something much sharper if he didn’t stop it.
“I’m just letting Shigaraki know, that if he wants to be useful, he can stop wasting our time with these requests. Keep to cleaning and the little things he does for you and keep quiet so we can actually take down his brother, you know?” Suno lifted his hands up defensively.
That was what crossed the line for Aruji, and Misa put his hand on his leg to stop him from opening his mouth.
“Go get some food and a shower, Suno, you need both right now.” Misa pulled rank and tried not to imagine pulling off his headband and gagging Suno with it to shut him up.
Suno nodded and gave a little salute, but paused as he passed Yoichi, muttering something that made the man’s scowl deepen.
Aruji waited for them to get out of hearing range, then sighed. “Yoichi, I-“
“Don’t bother.” Yoichi’s tone was clipped. “Misa, I need you outside for a minute?”
Misa blinked.
“Um, sure, if you don’t mind carrying my things.”
Yoichi grabbed them, and his, without another word. Misa hurried to grab their crutch and catch up to Yoichi before he left the café to wherever they were going.
