I don’t paint alot, (it’s been months since i last painted) and these are warm-ups to get back into it. I’m proud of them!
I love drawing Tamaki in a dark setting, i have an au where he’s a horror game protagonist. Kind of like Resident evil and Outlast. Nothing really deep, i just wanna see him in scary situations which forces him to develop the courage to face disaster-after-disaster just to make it out alive
↬ The Big Three are a popular bunch, and after-training time always seems to be spend with you
i wanted to write something following each of the Big Three and how they would be feeling when we left them where the first episode ended. i’m aware this probably isn’t canonical but. i love the big three. deal with it <3
**contains BNHA s5, episode 1 spoilers under the cut. you’ve been warned!
“You’re….soggy.”
His laugh is like the waves, rolling and buoyant in the air.
Mirio Togata is a sight to see. Even more so when he’s dripping all over your dorm floor.
You weren’t sure just what Mirio and his friends would be up to when he said he’d have to be gone for the day to “help Class 1A!”, but seeing him in your doorway, dripping on the carpet with a blinding smile on his face, wasn’t even remotely what you could’ve come up with.
What more could you do than let him in, running to grab a towel before the water soaked into your carpet or your bed.
He sits, smile blinding and eyes tracking you as you bustle around the room with a close precision.
The creak of the mattress springs provides an audible indication that Mirio is reclining, his words following closely. “You’re amazing.”
You stop. And then you look towards him, examining the lines of his face closely, searching for something you know you’re not going to find. “Why?”
“Oh! Just haven’t told you today.”
His wonderful grin is full on his face, and you drink in the saccharine smile. God knows you hadn’t seen it much after Mirio had lost his quirk, so you’re quick to treasure each and every one of his sunny expressions.
Training must have gone well today, you think idly.
You’re glad. Mirio Togata deserves it.
“I’m going to kill that Bakugo kid.”
Tamaki looks miserable, sour expression on his face like the first time you and Mirio had managed to goad him into trying lemon peel ‘to see if he could shoot whole lemons from himself like projectiles’. Funny, but not your brightest moment.
Metaphorical steam wafts through the air as you’re practically fuming now, and Amajiki has the gall to look confused. “Why do you look like that?”
You blink.
“Because that underclassman had the audacity to attack you like that! He could’ve hurt you badly, and thank goodness, you’re alright or I really would’ve ripped him a new one there-”
His sharp keen of mortification breaks off your tirade, and you’re quick enough to see the ruddiness of his face before it’s covered completely by his hands.
It takes you a moment to place the cause of embarrassment before you realize it.
He’s embarrassed because you’re caring for him.
The thought brings a giddy little smile to your face, watching the tips of his ears burn a crimson red with glee.
“Are you embarrassed, Amajiki?”
A whine is all the response you get.
“Well. If threatening underclassmen is enough to get you flustered, I might just have to find a bone to pick with them more often!”
He groans as you cackle.
“Are you in there?”
“Go away.”
“Nejire, please-”
The door swings open, and you’re met with an expression that wipes the good-natured smiled right off your face.
Nejire looks sad.
Nejire Hado never looks sad.
She lets you into her room, the door swinging behind her as you follow the bright blue hair into an all-too familiar dorm room. You’re careful to shut the door behind you, and after a nod from Hado, you settle on the bed, right across from the girl.
“So,” your hands reach out, fingertips grazing over hers. “Want to tell me what’s wrong?”
The sigh she lets out pulls your lips into a frown. “I feel like I could’ve done better today. I got captured really easily and made Tamaki do all the work- and then he got hurt, I feel so bad- and I’m just….”
“Disappointed?”
A hum of agreement, and now she’s got her hands fully wrapped around yours, holding on tight with the emotions of the day.
So you hold her, until she falls asleep, wrapped around you and leeching from the comfort you’ve extended out for her. Training was disappointing today, but the two of you can always discuss it tomorrow, make plans to train together or talk through what happened or ignore it completely, if that’s what she needs.
If there’s anything that being a hero has taught you, it’s that things need to be taken one day at a time.
