Danny Phantom is the property of Nickelodeon and Butch Hartman. As am I neither, I do not own it.
'Mr. Modesty', Tuck would always laugh at gym class.
It started as modesty- the awkward teenage self-consciousness of undressing around other guys. Ever since he became Phantom, his quirk became a little more practical.
He fought ghosts on a daily basis. In almost every fight he'd been blasted, hit, punched, thrown into walls- accidentally flown into those walls himself a few times. Superpowers or no, the damage showed.
A black eye could always be explained away by Dash, hell, sometimes that was even the truth, but there was no way he'd be able to explain the dozen or so bruises on his shoulders, back, his ribs, arms, legs; a kaleidoscope of harsh red, blotchy purples, sickly yellows all various stages of healing. If anyone besides Tuck saw him, especially a teacher, there'd be a lot of concerned, annoying, well-meaning questions. Phone calls would be made.
So he always waited until Tucker was the last one to leave the locker room, undressed sorely, winced at the fresh damage, and enjoyed a couple minutes of solitude in the showers, soaking his aches under hot water.
This is the first of a series of one-shots I did for the PhannieMay challenge on Tumblr. They started short and just kept getting longer every time. I want to tweak them a little and avoid just posting them all at once, but pretty much everything is done so you can expect very regular postings until all thirty-one are up.
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