You Dare Lay A Finger On Evenone Of Us? Then You Best Prepare For A Fight With All Of Us.

You dare lay a finger on even one of us?                                                       Then you best prepare for a fight with all of us.

“If you’re mine, you’re only mine. I don’t share.”

— (via ohlovequotes)

“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.” // Kaminari @ Kirishima

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES.

Logically Eijiro knew that Denki was right, he was dead on his feet and while he wasn’t bleeding thanks to his quirk, it didn’t stop him from feeling like he’d been hit by a truck. But the thought of stopping, or even taking a break felt like giving up. 

“We’ll never find the others if we stop now! We have to help them. You know they wouldn’t give up on us.” But what use would he be if they found the others and he was too tired to use his quirk? No, he wouldn’t be a burden, he had to stay positive. There wasn’t any room for doubt. “I’ll be fine. I’m not even using my quirk right now, that’s already like resting. Sort of.” 

“Did you just bite me?!” // Deku @ Toga

Physical Contact Starters

The question tore a giggle from her throat, or rather the horrified manner in which he asked. He really was so silly. 

“I just wanted a little taste.” She told him innocently, rocking back and forth from her heels to her toes. “And there was barely even any blood.” Her voice took on a disappointed air now as her tongue darted out to catch the little bit still clinging to her bottom lip. “It was more of a nibble, that’s okay isn’t it, Izu? Or would you prefer my knives?” 

“you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” // momo @ todo

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES.

There was another moment of silence on Shoto’s part before he sighed. Accepting help was a complicated thing for him, even now that he was making friends. Part of him considered injuries like this a lesson to do better next time, though he knew that was just the internalized teachings of his father. It frustrated him that acknowledging that still wasn’t usually enough to get him to ask for help. Or to stop him from feeling that he had to do better and be better if he was going to achieve his goals in spite of his father. He just had to look at it from a more logical perspective.

“Okay.. Thank you.” He didn’t want the injury to get worse, or for Aizawa or another teacher to notice that something was off, that would just lead to questions and attention he didn’t need. So Shoto rolled up his sleeve to show Momo the laceration on his left forearm, it wasn’t too deep but it did run almost from his wrist to elbow. While no longer bleeding, it certainly didn’t look happy. He needed to improve his close quarters combat. 

“Do you think we could keep this between us?” He asked, careful to keep his voice casual.