//Any of his Multis! This is soon after graduation, and they live together in an apartment. Also the photo is sorta just a reference, not necessarily all of the injuries he has sustained in the starter/story.

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Shouto limped into the living room of his and his lover's shared apartment, hoping that they weren't there. He had gotten jumped on the street that evening, and if they saw him, they would worry. He didn't want them to worry.

As far as he could tell, the men that attacked him were just civilians, with only small Quirks that were suited to everyday life, rather than fighting, so he wasn't that worried. Sure, he could have kicked their asses easily without his Quirk, but he held back. Up until one of them somehow pulled a Quirk similar to Aizawa's out of nowhere, in the way that it drastically weakened one's Quirk- almost to the point it was gone, depending on the Quirk holder's power level-, as well as made the victim somewhat lethargic.

So Shouto ended up more beat up than even he thought he would. Shouto had gotten weakened to the state that he could only partially use his Quirks, though he somehow managed to stay standing. Only when the person had gotten distracted, did Shouto finally get back to his full power. He then promptly kicked their asses enough that he could get out. His adrenaline was still pumping, so for the moment when he fast-walked away, he wasn't in too much pain. He only paused briefly when he heard the reason he had gotten jumped.

'Tch. I never want a f*ggot like him protecting me. He shouldn't be called a hero.'

'I bet Endeavor is ashamed.'

'I don't trust him with anything- especially not my life.'

'Why is he even on the hero list?.. I can't believe he's in the top five.'

'It's unnatural, what he is.'

He got jumped in the street.

Because he likes both genders.

What has this world come to?

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Shouto didn't let this get to him, however. He could care less what complete strangers thought of him, and his sexual preferences. Now the only reason he was upset, was because of that one guy's weakening Quirk. He hated that their Quirk made him, well, powerless.

Shouto limped to the bathroom, his right arm wrapped around himself, while his left hand held his right shoulder. He wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if a couple ribs were broken, he had a concussion, or if he had internal bleeding. What he actually knew, was that his shoulder was popped out of place, he had a broken nose, his right wrist was sprained, and that he had miscellaneous scratches and cuts in random spots. As well as other injuries that his body would undoubtedly show him later.

When he entered the bathroom and caught a glimpse of himself, he frowned at his dirty, bloody reflection. "Shit," He muttered. He can't hide this. Any of this. "They're going to freak out.." Shouto spoke of his lover. He didn't like it when they worried too much about him.

Either way, Shouto knew he needed to get cleaned up. With severe pain, Shouto removed his ripped and soiled shirt, and slowly, carefully, painfully began cleaning himself up.

A couple minutes into this, he heard the front door open, and his lover call out for him. He looked in the general direction of the front door, and he swore under his breath, as he carefully and as quietly as he could, shut the door. "In the restroom!" He called out in response.