Shouto sat in a chair, trying not to tilt his head back with how hard Yuga was yanking his head back. He was aggravated, yes - but it wasn’t like anyone would care much. He had learned that - when you’re a model, the only thing you’re good for is your face. Not your emotions. Not what you think.

It was upsetting, as he was just now getting used to his feelings being important after being friends with Izuku for so long. He hated being disregarded.

But - if he made a fuss - Endeavor would be on his ass. So he shut up.

“I’m fine,” he huffed when Yuga looked at him weird. He wasn't really. He hated being doted over, though. Endeavor did that enough.