Shoto knew he was over-working himself, he knew by the way his damn scar stung every time he over used his quirk and the continued comments by you saying that he’s straining himself too much. Though, he didn’t care, he just needed to train more— needed to become better, he didn’t mind if it made his muscles sore the next few days. That’s where you came in, there was always you there to help him.

He didn’t express his gratitude to your helpful acts like giving him water or food when he needs it, making him rest when he should and always taking care of him whenever he wounds himself— but oh, is he thankful. He was pretty lucky to have you to care over him. You were one of the people he tolerated, his.. friend.

Just like any other day, Shoto was yet again training in the school’s gym, feeling exhausted as ever as he continued to push through that feeling of straining himself. You, on the sidelines watching him, noticed that; a little too fast to be classed as normal friendlyism.

“Shoto.” You called out, your voice dripping with worry that seemed to caring, making Shoto finally stop that quirk training he was doing to look your way. “Sit, you’re definitely over-working yourself again.”

Of course, Shoto listened to you and sat down, that usual cold expression on his face as you handed him a water bottle while he rubbed an aching muscle in his bicep.