Kiss and/or nuzzle her scars every time she starts to feel insecure or otherwise negative about them.
Leave his class to check on her if he knew she's not feeling well. The problem children can manage themselves for a few minutes.
Being minimalistic himself, when it comes to big life decisions like getting a house, he'll largely be envisioning it based on Satsuka's tastes--he can be happy anywhere, so long as he's with her.
Leave her little things at her desk, like her favourite candy or a cute trinket he saw her looking at, at some point. Where did he find the time to slip in there when she wasn’t around? Who even knows??
Make arrangements with Principal Nezu or the Hero Commission for anything she needs, but is too afraid to ask. Selfless risks becoming self-sabotage, and he refuses to let that happen to her.
@sevensav--d: “Playing with my hair? I’m going to fall asleep…” QToshi!!
“Good!” Quinn says with confidence, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead before they resume to gently card through his soft locks.
“You look tired today, babe. Take a nap. ‘m not going anywhere.” They add, snake eyes looking softly at the fellow teen. His head was in their lap, they had just been hanging out- them on their phone, him on his switch. Course, they couldn’t go forever without giving him affection, which is what led them here. Phone abandoned to the side, they’d use both hands to go through his hair.
“You’re so cute, you know that?” Quinn muses, a little quieter but with double the adoration.
Shota wasn't expecting it when Satsuka leaned in for the kiss. He certainly didn't prompt it, but he didn't resist. He was getting tired of hearing his students talk about "National Kissing Day", but being on the receiving end.. it was... kind of nice. Did he miss it?
"What sparked that?" Really, he should know. But he wasn't sure how else to respond at first.
Mr. Aizawa checked to be sure who he had today, for his after school tutoring. Nomiko Mushimura. He looked over when he saw her enter, and nodded at her.
“Mushimura,” he began, pressing a button on his phone, “you were someone I was thinking of as I was considering students who needed extra help. It was logical of you to take this opportunity.” Standing up, he grabbed a piece of chalk, and gestured for her to sit at a desk in the front row, “what would you like to review first?”
@sevensav--d: last one 4 now “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” Qtoshi uwu
“Can’t be that bad- right?”
Moving proved them wrong, a pained hiss escaping them as one step nearly had them toppling over. “Okay- okay- fine-- just- cause I know you’re better at it than I am.” Using their hand to support them against the wall, they lowered themselves- straightening out the injured leg as best as they could so that Itoshi had easy access to the injury.
“Shit-- hurts like a god damn hellhound bit me- son of a bitch..” Quinn got.. rather colorful, but the point got across for sure. And Itoshi was definitely right; the bleeding leg wound would’ve been far worse if they had pushed on. The fight had moved down the way thanks to the criminal’s getaway car, but luckily they had bought time for other heroes to continue the chase. Somewhere safer would be preferable, but Quinn wasn’t going to be going far with that leg.
Thankfully, that was the only serious injury on them. A couple of scrapes around their mouth, but nothing else urgent. They were glad their costume obscured the more recognizable of facial features, turning their head to watch as the familiar car of familiar people runs red lights and dodges oncoming traffic to get away.
When they took up this hero school jig, along the line they must’ve forgotten they’d be playing against their origins at one point or another.
I really want Arisu to meet other muses with ADHD. Other students would be awesome, but I also think it'd be so sweet for her to meet adult muses (Teachers or otherwise) who completely get her symptoms and teach her how to make them fully work for her instead of against her.
I also want someone to find out the truth about Rina not knowing who Ari's father is, whether because they probed enough, have a mind-reading quirk (or something like that Confession quirk--that shit was cool was hell) or because they figured it out after knowing her long enough, and ask her about it. I would love to see her have to really unpack that fact with someone and to see her be freed in that universe haha of that baggage.
For Shota... I had to really think about this one, but probably for someone to see how bad his depression can actually get. Maybe he has a few days off and nobody sees him, only for someone to find that he's literally spent days on his couch doing absolutely nothing because his workaholic ass has been stripped of his only distraction.
Send [ umber ] for a repressed memory. For Shouta!
A repressed memory, when Shota was 13 years old. (TW for emotional abuse and toxic masculinity)
Finally, all that extra studying he was forced to suffer through paid off, and Shota couldn't help smiling--not grinning, just smiling, in relief-- at the B written at the top of his test. So many Ds and Fs, so much getting screamed at, punished, and pushed to his limit, forced to hit the books with his father breathing down his neck-- but this? This was going to save him from failing. Barely, but it was the final big test of the year. He was safe, then it was off to the UA entrance exams at the end of the summer.
He came home, and his mother was cooking dinner as she looked over, "Shota, how was your test?"
He smiled, as he took off his backpack to show her, "I passed, mom. I'm not falling anymore!"
Drying her hands on a towel, she took the paper in her hand, looking it over. He expression was unchanging, "a B?" She looked down at him, staring down at him through his messy hair, "what're you smiling for?"
Gravity took young Shota's expression, his tune changing, "because... I'm not failing?"
"Not failing isn't good enough, Shota. When are you going to learn?" She gave an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes, "with a quirk like yours, do you have any idea the potential you have, especially as a hero, and yet you're wasting it by failing? We pushed you so that you could get an A! Do you actually expect to get into a hero school?!”
Tears stung his eyes, as they started to well up. He didn't know what to say; he could argue with them, but the only argument he had... was just that. He wasn't failing anymore. Shouldn't that have been enough?
Mrs. Aizawa rolled her eyes, handing the paper back to him, sighing, "what am I going to do with you, Shota? You've disappointed us again, but I suppose you can have your door back now."
"Thanks, mom..." Shota bit his lip to resist crying, as he turned to leave the kitchen.
She looked back at him, expression turning bitter. "Are you crying? Man up! Men do not cry in this household!"
"No." His voice was shaky as he ran back to his room. He would've slammed the door, but there was no door to slam. They had taken it when his grades dropped too low. He only opened his mouth when he slammed his head into a pillow, covering the back of his head with another one so he could sob in relative peace. If he could just get it out before his father came home, he wouldn't have to listen to another lecture on how crying won't help him in the real world. How he won’t become a pro hero like that.
That was the last time Shota would feel good about any achievement for several years. Probably why he had a hard time showing emotion, too. It certainly wasn’t the last time he was punished for starting to show emotion.
