Okay, So I Get Ches/Glam (platonic Or Romantic) Vibes From This, And I Know It's Not Like The Normal

4 Traits

Warnings: graphic gore, bad cuts, violence (?), fighting, the traits listed below, cleaning wounds without proper knowledge, unsafe cleaning, let me know if I missed anything!

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4 times Monoma showed his traits..

Perfectionism

Honesty

Determination

Pride

Perfectionism

Today was the day of the sports festival, it had to be good, great. This was the day that he could show how great his class was, not just to the A class but to everybody! He woke up with an excitement, going through his day with a smile, he hadn't even seen Class A yet, he had a feeling that his class were spending their time doing something actually important, like decorating. 

Currently they were setting the flags to go on the side of the building, the multiple colors going well with the cool gray; he picked them out obviously, and was currently telling Pony where to put them, making sure it was perfect. He stared at it for a few seconds before deciding that it was good, before turning around to look at the other side, where Ibara and Jurota were sitting the other string up.

“Wait” he hums, “a little up on the right side, Ibara.” She moves the string up a bit more with her vines before looking back to the self proclaimed class president, looking for clarification. Momoma then nods, “Yeah, that's fine.” The others walk back from the wall and turn off their quirks, intending to help with something else around, since they have quirks that help wonderfully from nature, or as Ibara puts it. “Thank you.” Monoma adds as he turns to walk away, the two smiling and saying ‘You're welcome’ as he walks away.

He walks to the opening of the building and finds Juzo and Tetsutetsu on ladders putting up the lanterns, that Monoma also picked out of course, and they were on the sides of the opening already having put up the one that goes in the middle. He keeps walking and when he gets out in the walk way before the opening, he turns around and puts his hands to his face, tilting his head and says, “Juzo, more to the left,” then after Juzo moves it, “Okay, more down” then that happens two more times before Netio says its fine. 

Juzo gets off the ladder with a ‘Geez’ and Tetsutetsu hears that and says, “You know he doesn't mean anything, He thinks we're great!” with one of his toothy smiles. Yes, the boy knows this, but yes he still thinks he’s a little pushy at things. The metal boy puts his arm around his shoulders, which makes him lean a bit forward, and then directs him to someplace else, leaving the ladders there. 

This keeps happening until the whole set-up is done, and yes his class does get a bit annoyed with it, but it's okay since they love him. Does he still stay up later than usual that night from not knowing it's absolutely perfect for the rest of the days? Yes, and he was still thinking about it the whole day, and kinda stressing about it. But, it's okay because he can fix it tomorrow. Or that's what he tries to tell himself.

Honesty

He was with Class-A, which by itself was just annoying. He was constantly telling them that they were wrong or that his class was better, in his opinion that was all true. They were testing out their new costumes together, since the teachers thought it would be easier. Did Momoma agree with them? Eh, kinda, he can wrap his head around it. Still didn't make it better that he had to be with Class-A. He could get over it with insults and manic laughter though, even better if it made the other class more attracted to his presence. He likes attention. 

They were doing costume tests by fighting and using their quirks on them, and asking each other whether or not their costumes were fine. It was mostly the more quiet people asking if it looked good on them, Monoma not going to say anything about that, but he will be honest when someone asks. He's not going to lie, they asked, they wanted his opinion. It was his opinion, he knows others don't have to care about his opinion, trust me he knows, so he doesn't have a problem with stating it.

So when he was in a group of people who were trying to test out how their new costumes do against certain quirks, and someone brought Jiro into it, he didn't mind telling them how he thought when she asked. She had asked the group of Class-B students and some Class-A students how they thought her costume looked and everyone mostly responded with positive things, a few with some constructive criticism. He had said, “You look like a ripoff Y2K Roblox character.” with the whole looking the outfit up and down. 

Everyone who had heard him turned to look at him, when he looked up from the outfit, mainly from the boots if you had asked, he just saw everyone's faces looking with pure astonishment of what he just said. He stood up straighter and turned a bit, looking at them. He didn’t think he said anything wrong, It's not like what he said mattered. He looks back to Jiro and sees a kind of hurt in his eyes, one that shouldn't be there, and Jiro knows because why should she care? But it still gets to them. 

“Monoma?” less of a question, more of a demand of an explanation of why he said that, it came from Setsuna, he looked to face her, un-crossing his arms to extend a hand in the air questionably. 

“What?” He really didn't see what he said that made her feel so emotional. “She asked, I told her.” he paused for a second; looking back to Jiro then to Setsuna “I told her my opinion” hes shrugged and then re-crossed his arms and then walked away, feeling the presence that he wasn't wanted there anymore. That's okay, he thought this would be like middle school anyway, maybe it just took longer.

Everyone started comforting Jiro, they weren't crying or anything, but still were telling her that he just had different thoughts. He walked away and went to another building, deciding to sit by himself since he really didn't want to have to confront another person about that. He didn't mean too. He was just telling the truth.

Determination

Okay, this time. He took a spin to kick at the punching bag again, this time almost falling. It seemed like he was getting worse at this. No, he was definitely getting worse. He was alone in the gym, since it was already dinner time and even if the UA gym is still open people like to eat. He did eat about an hour ago, so he could sneak off here to do some training on his kicks. He wasn't good at kicking and he knew that, though he didn't really know how to get better by himself he was going to try.

Okay, he can do it. He touched Tetsutetsu on his side before he put his arms up to block him with his own quirk, he could do this. The other that had naturally had the quirk, kicked at his legs. Momoma fumbled but didn't fall, gaining back what advantage he could when Tetsu pushed him back to try and make him fall. They were doing balance training or something like that, where they could see how long they could hold off while defended against each other. They were split into groups and he got put with Tetsutetsu as a sort of place for Kirishima. Tetsu kicked at his leg again, this time catching the back of his knee and pulling him down.. Next time.

Okay, this is easy. He was jumping around pipes and in between buildings, he knew how to do this. Or he thought he knew how to do this. The pipes were slippy and Monoma was not prepared for that. He kept falling, and falling, and falling. He was going to have so many bruises.. It's alright, he's a hero, heroes don't care about bruises. But it does hurt. He's pretty sure he sprained his ankle.. As he tries to jump another big gap, he feels his ankle crack. He falls forward, heading straight for the ground. As a split second decision he tucks and rolls, he does land more softly than he would if he would've just fell, and he's proud of himself for the quick thinking. It still hurts.

Okay, it's nothing. He’s fighting Pony, and he has to constantly dodge all of her horns, and if you didn’t know, it takes a lot of energy to jump around and dodge while trying to get close. Especially when it's the end of the day and he's tired. He only got a few hours of sleep last night since he was up doing english work, and he's so exhausted. You can only put him through so much before he's done, and even if he thinks he isn't done his body is. As the horns are still coming at him, he feels one slice his leg and when he moves toward the right he feels one go by there too. He is panting, and his vision is getting blurry, he's dizzy and his class can tell. He’s falling, oh he's falling.. He hits the ground falling backwards and a little to the right. He might've hit his head on the ground, all he for sure knows is that his vision is black and that Vlad King is calling the fight.

Pride

He didn't need help. He never needed help. He was a grown person that could help himself. Even if he had no real knowledge on it… He was fixing where he got cut up earlier. It was pretty bad, it was 5 inches long; but it didn't really have any depth to it. It wouldn't be too bad to fix if he had any idea of what he was doing, but no. he doesn't. It was the start of the year and they weren't taught this yet, and he couldn't be bothered looking it up because it hurt and he didn't even know if that stuff would be true or not. He has to settle with what basic knowledge he knows about cleaning, wrapping, and all that stuff with wounds because he's not going to ask for help, because he hates even the idea of that.

In reality, yes he knows he sucks at this, and yes, he knows he should get help, and yes he still won't. He doesn't even know if he could walk right now, since it's his shin that got cut. It burns though, and as soon as he pours the rubbing alcohol on it he grips at the counter in left hand as tight as he possibly could, it does hurt his hand a bit but not more than the alcohol on his cut. He has a rag in his mouth too so he could be quiet, and good thing because he almost screams, it muffles the sound a bit making it a lot less louder than it would've been. He would have woken up someone if it wasn't there. 

After the burning calms down, he looks down to see it cleaning the wound, so that's good. Even though there's still blood pouring down his leg; he’s got this. He wont die from something like this. Well, actually you could die from something like this. He's not going to think about that though, because he won’t. He knows what he's doing. Once all the bubbling stopped, he began wiping it with a rag, making sure that most of the blood is off, even though there is still some trailing down his leg, he probably should’ve stopped the bleeding first.. Too late for that.

He grabs the bandages that he has to reach for, making the wound move and causing more pain and more blood. When did stuff like this become so annoying?? He winces as he gets them in his hand and pulls back, he can tell that he's getting fuzzier. That's really not good. Just has to make it until he wraps the bandages around it, that's what he tells himself. He knows it'll be bad if he passes out. He knew that he was already low on energy to deal with this because he got it near the end of training, he hasn't showered or anything obviously, and he really does not want anyone to see him like this.

He manages to wrap them around his leg and closes them off before he can tell his vision is going black, he doesn't try to stand, does not try to yell, does not try to call for help. He lets himself fade off into the black, and yes that was a bad idea. But better than anyone else seeing him like this.

Credits to @/strangergraphics for the dividers

hope it was good :P!

TW FOR SCARS

anatomy practice

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Back Painting

Ajax is the type of partner to let Xavier paint on his back while laying down,,

Ajax is living in Xavier's dorm because he took Rowan's spot (sorry Rowan, but the boyfriends needed to be together) This is my first writing for them, so hopefully it's not absolutely horrible..

Ao3 link!!

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"Babe," Xavier says to get Ajax's attention. He looks up from his phone, seeing his boyfriend standing at his desk. "Yeah?" A smile comes up to his face and he doesn't stop it, letting his teeth show a little.

Xavier smiles back at him, "can I paint your back?" asking him nicely and convincingly. Even though Ajax would let him paint whatever he wanted including himself; he loves seeing his work and watching him make it.

Laughing a little at how he's asked, "Sure." he answers simply. Getting up and going over to the other "So, do you want me to lay down over here?" He questions, being confused as how Xavier wants to do this.

"Yeah," pointing to his own bed, "just lay down. Take your shirt off.." he smiles more as he turns around. Ajax listening and doing as he was told, throwing the shirt across the room to land on his bed.

Flopping down on the bed and watching Xavier get everything ready before starting, putting paint in his paint pallet and grabbing some paint brushes. The paint is all kinds of different greens, varying from shades and hues.

As he comes over, he puts his knee on the bed and hikes his other leg over Ajax's waist, straddling his back. Putting the paint pallet down carefully on the bed and taking one of the big brushes before also sitting them down on the bed.

Starting by painting a light green base coat over most of the others back, going from his lower neck to his lower back. The paint brush tickles his skin and makes his giggle a bit whenever he makes a new stroke, making Xavier smile behind him.

After the base coat, he starts with a light sketch of what he wants to do. Marking out and planning where he wants everything to be, putting his full attention on the task at hand.

Ajax sits still for a while, enjoying the peace. But his attention span is too short to sit there for too long, so he eventually brings out his phone. Going on TikTok and scrolling while Xavier peacefully paints his back.

It's domestic, kind of. Sitting here together, in almost complete silence. Feeling comfortable with each other and enjoying each other. It feels as everything is fine, like everything is just so right.

They stay like that for an hour or so, Xavier getting lost in the art; and Ajax watching videos and playing on his phone.

He feels the other lean back towards his legs, getting a farther away view of his work. Adding some fixes and correcting some stuff before getting up and putting the paint brushes in some water, and the paint pallet on the desk.

"Don't move," Xavier says when he sees Ajax looking back at him. Going over and getting his camera, taking it out of the case and making sure there's film. Coming back over to the bed, he climbs back onto his lower back and lines up her camera.

He takes a picture of his artwork, and it saves on the camera so that he can print it out later. Once he makes sure it looks good, he leans over his back and holds the camera in front of Ajax's face, showing him the picture.

"Woah..." He says, very in character of him. Xavier laughs and takes the camera back up to his level, getting off of his back and sitting on the bed. "Can I move?" He asks before he does it, not wanting to ruin the artwork before it needed to be.

"Yeah," he nods, still looking at the camera. Ajax sits up and joins beside him, also looking at the camera; they're shoulder to shoulder, so it's not that hard to see it. "I'm going to print it out," He states.

Ajax nods and hums, "You should, it looks good." praising him for his work. He deserves it, all of his work is amazing and sometimes he doesn't even try to make it good.

He gets up to put the camera away, and Ajax watches him as he does. Once he's done, he comes back over to the other. With Ajax still on the bed, and Xavier standing, there's a big height difference between them.

Neither of them mind as Xavier comes to stand between his legs, putting his hands on the other's shoulders. Ajax awkwardly puts his hands right above his hips, holding him in place loosely. He doesn't know what to do, so he just sits there and lets Xavier look at him, waiting for what he may do.

It doesn't take long before he's leaning down and gently kissing him, the long hair that he had down falling onto the others face. Ajax doesn't do anything about it, instead, he slightly grabs the others hips a bit more tightly.

After a few seconds, Xavier pulls away. They catch their breath a little and look at each other, both smiling a little just from looking at each other. Ajax wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him up and to the side, throwing him on the bed. He yelps, and laughs, and Ajax does too as he brings him closer.

They laugh for a minute before he unwraps his arms but brings them under his arms and keeps them there, one of his snakes come out of his beanie, looking down at Xavier. He looks back up at it but returns his gaze to the other man's eyes after a second.

"Thank you," Ajax says to him sweetly.

"Thank you." Xavier says back to him.

He gets off of Xavier and lays on his side, pulling his boyfriend with him, to which is willingly agrees to. They lay there, Xavier running his hands down along his back, over his artwork and no doubt messing it up a little.

Time passes by, and they stay like that. Ajax falling asleep quickly with the hands running over his shoulders and shoulder blades. Xavier lets him, joining him after a while of thinking about how pretty of a muse his partner is, of course.

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yo if ash got a scar from that tiny little scratch, Tyler’s scar gon be crazyyy 😭

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