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Natsuo was really fed up with his brother’s hero team. When he announced that I wouldn’t work on his own, but in a team, their father was literally fumed in anger, while their mother encouraged him. Neither of them would’ve thought that the League of Heroes would be the most troublesome hero team Japan had ever seen.
”Damn it, Touya-nii!” The younger boy cursed as he tended the others’ wounds. ”Why can’t you be more careful?!”
”It’s not my fault!” Touya excused himself. ”Someone should’ve watched my back!” He sent an angry look towards his boyfriend.
”Hey, don’t take the blame on me!” Keigo protested, raising his hands in defense. ”I had lots of things on my hand as well!”
”It’s a good thing we have you, Natsu-chan!” Himiko chirped as she rearranged Keigo’s feathers.
”Just like she said./You’re a waist of space!” Jin spoke up and Natsuo rolled his eyes. His brother had the strangest friends ever.
”I’m sorry for the behavior of my teammates, Natsuo-kun,” the cloud user of the team apologized, bowing in front of him.
”The blame is not on you, Oboro-san. To tell the truth, you and Atsuhiro-san are the two least problematic members of this time bomb of a team,” Natsuo informed him with a smile.
”Their specialty is taking people to safety! Of course they never have to fight in a battle!” Spinner exclaimed, quite indignantly. He had already had a bandage around his forehead. ”By the way, why aren’t you with your boyfriend again?” He asked and Oboro chuckled.
”Eventually, Shouta decided to go back to U.A. as a teacher. No matter how much I adore kids, I just cannot imagine myself doing that work.”
”All right, you’re done!” Natsuo announced as he practically pushed his brother off of the chair.
”Brat!” Touya growled, then left the room with a pout, which made Keigo laugh.
”I go after him to light his mood,” he said and stood up from the chair he was sitting on. ”Thanks for the help, Himiko-chan,” he thanked the younger girl and patted her head.
Natsuo’s gaze turned away from them and stopped on the last figure in the room, looming in one of the corners with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
”You!” Natsuo spoke up on an authorative voice. ”Get your ass over here, now!”
”I don’t need your help,” Tenko muttered under his breath.
”If you don’t drag your ass here right now, I will bring you here myself!” The warning had its influence, because the blue haired man walked up to the chair – extra slowly. Natsuo rounded the chair and knelt down in front of his boyfriend. ”Shirt off!”
Tenko reluctantly, but took his shirt off. Natsuo’s eyes narrowed as he examined all the cuts that covered his boyfriend’s chest and stomach and the nasty wound on his right arm.
”You don’t have to stare like that, you know,” Tenko said and Natsuo’s eyes narrowed even more.
”I know you don’t like using your quirk, but you should really see when you must,” he chided him as he bandaged his wounds, one after the other. ”Your hand to hand combat skills are not the best, but you are too good of a hero for dying, because of stubbornness.”
”Got it, mommy,” Shimura taunted the white haired boy, but ruffled his hair immediately afterwards. ”Sorry for being such a suicidal bastard.” Natsuo rolled his eyes again, but chuckled.
”You’re not suicidal, only stupid.”