Sansa is perfectly behaved.
Not that Shota expects anything different.
She's a mature, calm child. Both from her innate nature, memories, and experiences he bets. She sits calmly on the chase past Hizashi's recording booth room. Does not make a peep during the session, despite the soundproofing, smiling gently as Hizashi runs through his set. Tilts her head slightly, large headphones drawing comically on her little head. Her eyes wide at every music piece played her face intent with every question and conversation.
Shota curled in the corner that he had deemed his.
He watches this all through his lashes.
When the shift is over, her face is thoughtful.
When Hizashi comes to ask her opinion, he looks at her and stays silent. Waits. Hizashi was really good at social cues. He has been quick to understand when he needs to give Sansa space and time. She looks at Hizashi after a long moment, her small face softening into a smile that was so fucking warm.
"You serve as a connection. Emotional and reassuring, to the people. You remind them that a Hero is a person, a voice. A reassurance. It is a noble endeavor, To-san, beyond your true intention to protect."
Hizashi blushes. Shota suppresses a snort. Hizashi throws himself into his next pose, hands wiggling.
"Yeah, Yeah, that's right, Little Singer. I try to let people see us as people."
"You work in the light so that those who work in the shadows will not be put aside."
She looks at Shota, her smile goes even softer, a delicate curl at her full lips. He blinks as Hizashi's blush trails down his neck. He knows from his embarrassment his entire chest is also beat red.
He doesn't hold back his snort that time.
Nor the impulse to kiss Hizashi full on his mouth, as Sansa giggles.