Tenko and you had been friends for a while. You knew All Might was his official guardian, and of his quirk— how he struggled to even do simple tasks due to the lingering fear of causing destruction.

That’s when you took it upon yourself to go out of your way to buy him gloves. Artist gloves, to be specific.

It only covered the ring and pinky finger, meaning not all five of his fingertips would touch anything aslong as he had the gloves on. It would prevent him from using decay on things he didn’t mean or want to.

Sitting at a lunch table, you took his hand and slipped on a new pair of gloves for him— having found a red pair in the shopping district.

“Thanks. You really don’t have to.” Tenko mumbled under his breath, averting eye contact as he pursed his lips.