Feb 28, 2019
He just places his partially-burnt, partially-scraped shirt over the worktable. Please fix it, Cyan. He's like a cat, he won't say it, but it's what he means.
He didn’t really need to ask her anything. Anyone handing her a piece of clothing in this state could only mean one thing. Although usually, she would demand some kind of manners in exchange for her work. But Cyan knew that would be lost on him. Instead, she just reached for the shirt and let her quirk take care of the rest.
“ Did you get your ass beat or did you just push yourself too much? ”