Imagine homra being very confused because after they make up yata still calls fushimi every name in the book but one time one of the lower ranked guys referred to fushimi as “the traitor” and yata destroyed like half the bar trying to get this guy and was like “WHAT DID YOU SAY COME SAY THAT TO MY FACE WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT?” and kamamoto had to be the one to go “you yata-san. he heard it from you. every day for the past four years.”
- So… Are you okay? - You don’t need to worry. If I couldn’t play, the coach would’ve stopped me. - I see. Then I can go all out. - What? - That’s good. - “You weren’t worried about me? Seriously?” Sounds like I don’t have to worry about you! - I feel relieved, as well. - Keep talking! First pitch! Stay focused!
But imagine little baby angel of beauty and light Lucifer, all pretty and self-absorbed with golden chains draped over his wings and his silver-blond hair in a messy braid and his nails buffed to a shine. He probably wears a lot of drapey clothes and walks around barefoot with jingly anklets on. Of course he’s a few inches shy of the other angels because perfect proportion takes precedent over height. How terrifying would it have been for this vain little decorative jewel of heaven to start destroying everything and killing people and recreating himself in his own image?
(When Michael sees Lucifer again after all those years it doesn’t matter that he’s cut off his hair and taken to wearing black and swearing every other word, Michael still sees a vain fledgling angel with an inferiority/superiority complex, and he relentlessly refuses to take him seriously. “It doesn’t matter how many lives you ruined, Luce, you still come up to my chin, you’re still a put-upon diva, and I’m still older than you. Please stop trying to intimidate me; you’re making me laugh”. And Lucifer seethes. )
If someone–especially someone socialized as female–says “stop” or “don’t” or “give it back” in a joking/lighthearted tone you do what they ask. It costs you exactly nothing and this may be the only way they feel comfortable expressing their discomfort.
Based on @runningoutofink‘s fic The Space Between: “The
relationship between Plagg and Marinette was special. The black kwami would act
aloof and uninterested but stay as close to Marinette as he could, usually
perching on her head or shoulders.”