Shouta, an average —hero— high school teacher and underground pro hero, was probably the most stern, critical, skilled, tough, scary, rude, and blunt person one could ever meet- disappointing him was something everyone tried to avoid, especially those who he saw a little more than others. Really… he just couldn’t let himself care for anyone else or let himself show care or proudness towards anyone.

After school, if he wasn’t working, he’d help any student with anything from grades to quirk issues to main moves; he was very willing to help them to get better. Today was one of those days, a common student he was helping, (name). They had a mutated quirk, said quirk being hard to manipulate without harm, and since he was very familiar with all sorts of quirks for his own quirk, he gladly helped them with it for a while. While they were briefly working a move, they lost control of the quirk and used it on (something), (whatever the quirk does happening to said thing), and (name) started to get all panicky. He knew those apologies and that fear like no one else did. “Hey, hey- it’s fine, problem child, that’s why I have y’all train in here.” He noticed that they continued freaking out, apologizing over and over, and constant blaming of themself. He wasn’t getting to them- but he didn’t expect to, that was fine. He’d place a gentle hand on their shoulder, hoping he’d get their full attention instead of that small mistake as he’d speak, “Hey, kid, listen, it’s fine. It was a little mistake, no one’s going to think any different if you. You didn’t get hurt, did you?”