Skin

Tenko likes drawing.

At first it started with wanting to draw characters from his favourite games. They look so cool. Then he went online and discovered there were platforms where people share their art. He had been excited about the prospect of sharing with people who like the same things as him only to have someone laugh at him.

He kept drawing, but he didn't post again for months until he felt he improved enough. He got both positive and negative feedback. He gave in and accepted that was just how things were even if it did cause him to want to throw his laptop at the wall.

Then one day he had the sudden realization that there was so much more he could draw. He started drawing heroes. Sometimes he even worked up the courage to mail them off to agencies as fan mail. He could draw environments which is much less fun. He could draw completely made-up people.

Tenko spirals until he includes potential hero costumes as something he regularly draws. It's fun thinking about the future, and if he starts planning now, he can have a super awesome presence. That day can't come soon enough.

Tenko swings his feet. He likes sitting at the barstool so that he can't reach the ground. Plus, Kiku always refills his drink right away.

"What's this?"

Tenko sees the hand that pulls his notebook away from him. "Hey! Give that back." He turns to see someone he's only talked to a few times before, and it was always with Boro-nii around.

"Already thinking about costumes? That great! You can ask me for suggestions." She points to herself before resting her hand on her hip, puffing out her chest out. "Hero fashion is totally my thing. One of my senpai even commissioned me to design her outfit. How great is that?"

"Didn't they make a law because of you?" He's wary, but more importantly he wants his sketches back.

"That was one time! Those old fools don't know what they're talking about. Plus, we can make as many adjustments as you want. It's just a drawing after all."

Tenko rather design on his own. It's his hobby. But maybe she'll go away once she draws one and gets it out of her system. "Just one then."

Kayama's eyes glitter in excitement. Maybe she really is into this as much as him.

She takes his pencil and starts sketching a series of lines. He can't help envy the meticulous straight and curved lines. Much more pristine professional looking than anything he could currently accomplish.

Kayama asks a few questions about his quirk which he answers.

"Tada! Isn't it fabulous?"

She shoves the sketch so close to his face he can't properly see it. He swats at her arm.

His cheeks pinken and within seconds his whole face is a tomato. "What is this?!" There's barely any fabric.

"But your quirk requires skin contact like mine. It only makes sense."

"My hands are good enough!" He reaches for his notebook back, but she pulls it out of reach.

"You're only embarrassed now because you're going through puberty. I can assure you this is totally appropriate and will be even more appropriate by the time you can debut."

"Tenko. Nemuri."

"Must you say my name with such exhaustion? Girl power. We are supposed unify girl power!" Kayama rests her wrists on her hips allowing Tenko the opportunity to steal his booklet back before running towards Tsunade.

"Tsunade! Kayama keeps insisting I dress lewdly."

"She does, does she?" Tsunade's lips tighten as she cracks her knuckles.

Uh oh. Kayama backs up until she bumps into something. She doesn't dare take her eyes off Tsunade to figure out what it is. "It's fashion."

"Yeah, I don't trust your sense of fashion."

Kayama doesn't know how those three live getting beaten up so often. It hurts and it always ends with an anger-filled disappointment stare-down.

Next time, she'll be more discreet.