He would sigh, sitting down on the couch next to you as he’d gently grab your burned arm; it being burned from your quirk, which was the same as his. You were just another one of Enji’s failures, so he decided to keep you with him at the LoV hideout, where he called home.

“You need to be more careful, you dork…” he’d sternly grumble, but there was no bite to his words as he’d gently start cleaning the brun on your wrist with an alcohol covered cotton ball, making sure to be careful.