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((Outwardly, Makoto shows no response, as if nothing was any different than it had always been. The tension in his body had already slackened in Haru's presence. He let his eyes rest quietly. But.... if he were honest, that same nagging flutter kicked up as Haru leaned into him, and he has to take in an extra breath to keep himself as composed as he needed. His own body automatically draws closer to Haru.
Don't be mad for too long. He lets the words linger in his mind, and takes his time to answer.)) Alright, ((he mutters plainly; he didn't imagine he would be, but he needed time to get over the feeling itself.))
Don't be mad for too long. He lets the words linger in his mind, and takes his time to answer.)) Alright, ((he mutters plainly; he didn't imagine he would be, but he needed time to get over the feeling itself.))
((Makoto has actually taken refuge under the desk he was working, which was one of those small, personal desks rather than a table, sending further frantic texts that consist of "there it is again", "plz tell myf amily i love thee", and "i love you2 plz dont feel bad". If he's going to die he doesn'T WANT HARU TO FEEL GUILTY.
The hand, however, settles on his shoulder, and there's the slightest gasp. Is it-?))
The hand, however, settles on his shoulder, and there's the slightest gasp. Is it-?))
((Makoto probably doesn't count for either of those unfortunate things - he's just too kind and too patient. There's way more important things out there than a shower. And of all the things that Makoto certainly was able to desensitize himself to while in the hellhole that was Haven, the dark never really had the chance to do that. Which means that when the lights go out, he's pretty much 100% certain he's dead as fuck all and heavily considers just balling up here and not moving until there's light again. Worse, he's butt naked - real nightmares. This poor boy is a mess.
It takes him about a minute of stillness to reach back and turn off the shower, and the remaining two he's just having a small crisis, eyes bulging a little and trying to remain very calm. He wishes Haru were with him. (He wishes he weren't so dependent.)
And at that final second, when Makoto believes that maybe he's okay to slip out of here, just that one little word is all it takes for - ))
Ha-- ((Stepping back, hitting the wall, the sudden rush of water back over his cooling body.))
It takes him about a minute of stillness to reach back and turn off the shower, and the remaining two he's just having a small crisis, eyes bulging a little and trying to remain very calm. He wishes Haru were with him. (He wishes he weren't so dependent.)
And at that final second, when Makoto believes that maybe he's okay to slip out of here, just that one little word is all it takes for - ))
Ha-- ((Stepping back, hitting the wall, the sudden rush of water back over his cooling body.))
Edited 2015-05-23 10:53 (UTC)
((The letter is formatted in a particular way. Folded into thirds, each line is centered perfectly on the page (according to the grids). Kashima certainly took time on this to make it visually appealing.))
((First section - read without opening the other portions: ))Am I a cute girl?
((Middle section: ))In the end, does it matter?
((Final section: ))I come with no shortage of cute.
((Allie watches with a continued degree of uncertainty, and doesn't quiet move even when the lights go out. He looks.. reluctant, but his eyes set on the door, he can already dimly see the little lights in the room - curious eyes without question.
A quick glance at Oikawa before he decides to give it a proper look, leaning toward the room only barely. He doesn't know much about the stars or the night sky, constellations that they form.
He stares for a while, eyes wide and bewildered. Wonderment colors his voice.)) There's are... ((what's the word he wants..))
A quick glance at Oikawa before he decides to give it a proper look, leaning toward the room only barely. He doesn't know much about the stars or the night sky, constellations that they form.
He stares for a while, eyes wide and bewildered. Wonderment colors his voice.)) There's are... ((what's the word he wants..))
“D-don’t touch me!” Midoriya scolds as he slapped Bakugou’s hand out of the way. He could have gone either way, but something in Bakugou snapped. This piece of trash was turning him away? After everything he’d done? This slut teased him like that, and only NOW he decides if he’s actually going to let Bakugou have his way. Oh hell no - the fires burn in his eyes, a sickly sort of look in his face.
“Then I’ll just take it,” Bakugou hisses, grabbing Midoriya’s collar and dragging him around him, pulling him away from the sinks and pushing him back into the bathroom stalls. “You don’t need to stand, bitch,” he scorned as he pushed Midoriya back wards into the open stall. For an instant, as Midoriya fell backwards, Bakugou surged with thrill and exhilaration - he could, for an instant, see the mortified helplessness in Midoriya’s eyes that one always has when they fall backwards. It felt good; he wanted to fuck that pathetic look right in the face.
The moment didn’t last though, and much to both of their great surprise Midoriya landed not with a the, but a splash, as Midoriya had fallen into the lifted seat of the toilet. Horrified shame drained all the color from Midoriya’s face as Bakugou as well lost his sickening sneer, now a cold and stern gaze. It was… hard. Although on the outside he could have easily looked like he was ready to kill Midoriya (he would never), for a moment he was certain he felt…. pity for Midoriya. This wasn’t what he’d wanted at all, and perhaps once upon a time this would be better but…. he didn’t want this for him. He should -
No, he would never show Midoriya pity. Instead, moving past his pity and abandoned compassion, he steps forward, speaks -“Guess clean up wasn’t all that long ago”-, grabs the roots of Midoriya’s hair and shoves him back down. “Stay down, fuckface. This is where shit like you belongs.”
Midoriya looked like he could have cried from embarrassment, but forced to look Bakugou in the eyes as Bakugou opened his fly with one hand. After pulling out his erection, he pumps it close to Midoriya’s face before audaciously slapping him slowly on each cheek with the head. “De-ku,” he whispers in beat and then traces Midoriya’s lips with the head of his dick, “Looks like we found a use for trash like you. You know you love it.” It’s not long before Midoriya caves, opening up as if forced to when Bakugou’s dick pushes harder against his lips. He was right. He tried to fight it, just to get himself off, but in the end he wanted Bakugou to fuck him until his knees bled.
Bakugou came without warning into Midoriya’s mouth, with the sharp threat “Swallow it or I’ll kill you.” He liked watching the rise and fall of the boys throat as the cum slid in. Satisfied, he lets go of Midoriya to let his neck rest at last, slipping out of the stall and standing outside it. “Lock the stall, get your pants off, and kick them under the door.”
“Wha…” Midoriya stands, his pants sopping wet… he can’t even deny the request, he wants nothing more than to be out of these awful clothes. A little part of him wondered what Bakugou had in mind…. a little part of him hoped it was Bakugou ‘getting even’ again. His cheeks flushed in shame as he did as he was told.
“Now get your underwear off and come in them.”
“I-I can’t do that!”
“Shut up, you dirty whore, cum in them if you ever want your pants back.”
Color filled Midoriya’s cheeks as he considered how weirdly intimate this whole thing was. Bakugou would just listen on the other side? Some how… he felt cheated, betrayed, or something, but… Bakugou did have his pants. There wasn’t a good way to get out of this mess - at this point, he couldn’t even ask for help…. he wanted Bakugou’s advances so desperately. Shaking slightly, he pulls his underwear off, his dick stone solid hanging in front of him. Perhaps Bakugou would join him?
He didn’t though. Bakugou stood quietly on the other side of the door. Midoriya certainly didn’t last long, but it was long enough to make Bakugou blush over what he was listening to, imagining the way Midoriya’’s hand shook - the quiet fapping of his hand over his dick. His breath became shaky and strained as a shoulder struck the door for balance. The small sounds became louder, the breaths turned to moans, and finally a small sound comes from him: “Kacchan, I’m-“
As Midoriya gasps and shutters, Bakugou can feel his heart melt so quickly that he has to catch his breath. A second later, though, he bites down, angry. What right did Midoriya have making him feel this way. He hisses, angrier than before: “Now kick the underwear under the door and stay there.”
“But-“ Just do it. Weakly, without as much protest as he would have liked, he drops the underwear and kicks them under, not caring what happened next as he panted for air. So Bakugou didn’t join…….
“Here,” Bakugou mutters, something slapping the top of the door. Looking up, Midoriya sees that Bakugou had thrown his pants on the top, and he stares for a long time. Before he can ask, Bakugou has already run off with both the underwear and pants shoved deep inside his backpack.
“Then I’ll just take it,” Bakugou hisses, grabbing Midoriya’s collar and dragging him around him, pulling him away from the sinks and pushing him back into the bathroom stalls. “You don’t need to stand, bitch,” he scorned as he pushed Midoriya back wards into the open stall. For an instant, as Midoriya fell backwards, Bakugou surged with thrill and exhilaration - he could, for an instant, see the mortified helplessness in Midoriya’s eyes that one always has when they fall backwards. It felt good; he wanted to fuck that pathetic look right in the face.
The moment didn’t last though, and much to both of their great surprise Midoriya landed not with a the, but a splash, as Midoriya had fallen into the lifted seat of the toilet. Horrified shame drained all the color from Midoriya’s face as Bakugou as well lost his sickening sneer, now a cold and stern gaze. It was… hard. Although on the outside he could have easily looked like he was ready to kill Midoriya (he would never), for a moment he was certain he felt…. pity for Midoriya. This wasn’t what he’d wanted at all, and perhaps once upon a time this would be better but…. he didn’t want this for him. He should -
No, he would never show Midoriya pity. Instead, moving past his pity and abandoned compassion, he steps forward, speaks -“Guess clean up wasn’t all that long ago”-, grabs the roots of Midoriya’s hair and shoves him back down. “Stay down, fuckface. This is where shit like you belongs.”
Midoriya looked like he could have cried from embarrassment, but forced to look Bakugou in the eyes as Bakugou opened his fly with one hand. After pulling out his erection, he pumps it close to Midoriya’s face before audaciously slapping him slowly on each cheek with the head. “De-ku,” he whispers in beat and then traces Midoriya’s lips with the head of his dick, “Looks like we found a use for trash like you. You know you love it.” It’s not long before Midoriya caves, opening up as if forced to when Bakugou’s dick pushes harder against his lips. He was right. He tried to fight it, just to get himself off, but in the end he wanted Bakugou to fuck him until his knees bled.
Bakugou came without warning into Midoriya’s mouth, with the sharp threat “Swallow it or I’ll kill you.” He liked watching the rise and fall of the boys throat as the cum slid in. Satisfied, he lets go of Midoriya to let his neck rest at last, slipping out of the stall and standing outside it. “Lock the stall, get your pants off, and kick them under the door.”
“Wha…” Midoriya stands, his pants sopping wet… he can’t even deny the request, he wants nothing more than to be out of these awful clothes. A little part of him wondered what Bakugou had in mind…. a little part of him hoped it was Bakugou ‘getting even’ again. His cheeks flushed in shame as he did as he was told.
“Now get your underwear off and come in them.”
“I-I can’t do that!”
“Shut up, you dirty whore, cum in them if you ever want your pants back.”
Color filled Midoriya’s cheeks as he considered how weirdly intimate this whole thing was. Bakugou would just listen on the other side? Some how… he felt cheated, betrayed, or something, but… Bakugou did have his pants. There wasn’t a good way to get out of this mess - at this point, he couldn’t even ask for help…. he wanted Bakugou’s advances so desperately. Shaking slightly, he pulls his underwear off, his dick stone solid hanging in front of him. Perhaps Bakugou would join him?
He didn’t though. Bakugou stood quietly on the other side of the door. Midoriya certainly didn’t last long, but it was long enough to make Bakugou blush over what he was listening to, imagining the way Midoriya’’s hand shook - the quiet fapping of his hand over his dick. His breath became shaky and strained as a shoulder struck the door for balance. The small sounds became louder, the breaths turned to moans, and finally a small sound comes from him: “Kacchan, I’m-“
As Midoriya gasps and shutters, Bakugou can feel his heart melt so quickly that he has to catch his breath. A second later, though, he bites down, angry. What right did Midoriya have making him feel this way. He hisses, angrier than before: “Now kick the underwear under the door and stay there.”
“But-“ Just do it. Weakly, without as much protest as he would have liked, he drops the underwear and kicks them under, not caring what happened next as he panted for air. So Bakugou didn’t join…….
“Here,” Bakugou mutters, something slapping the top of the door. Looking up, Midoriya sees that Bakugou had thrown his pants on the top, and he stares for a long time. Before he can ask, Bakugou has already run off with both the underwear and pants shoved deep inside his backpack.
“You won’t-“ Bakugou screamed as his hands flared up.
“Kacchan!” an 18 year old Midoriya screamed up as he rushed the stairs.
“-take me-“ the fire in his heart burned with the passion to destroy.
“Kacchan, wait!!!” Midoriya ran up the the last steps, just in time to hear and see the devastion that was before and becoming of the battle field. Fire flecked in his eyes as the villain charged Bakugou.
“ALIVE!!!”
“KACCHAN, NO!!!” In the heat of a massive explosion, all sounds were drown out. The villain would be defeated; and Midoriya suffered no casualty.
As much as Midoriya had begged his luck that he and Bakugou would some day see eye to eye, even after years of attending school together, there was still a barrier between them that he could not tear down. Bakugou did as little as tolerate him, but any advance at friendship or even companionship was shot down: “I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU GET THAT CLOSE AGAIN.” Things like that. Midoriya rarely let his threats get to him. A mixture of words and curses led Midoriya to understand the true meaning of his words: I don’t want to be your fucking friend, I want to fucking destroy you. It was always that way…
But still, Midoriya couldn’t shake the importance Bakugou held in his life. He remembered… terror as Bakugou detonated, the fire that flashed past him and ignited his hair at the very edges… Against the blast he tried to run again, just in time to grab the collapsing Bakugou and hold him as the building below them collapsed into a heap. His rival won the fight, the villain was knocked out and captured, but at what cost?
Midoriya was hardly in critical condition after the incident, and after a day in the hospital for minor injuries, he was free to go. Changing out of his gown and into his civilian clothes, he thought for a moment of the couple of minutes he held Bakugou tight in his arms. He remembered trembling in fear as he listened to each time Bakugou breathed, horrified if the draw of air could possibly be his last. It haunted him even now… but he knew that Bakugou was just a few doors down from his own, unconscious, but expected to recover.
Moving out of his room and thanking the nurse who had attended to him, he asked if it were alright to visit Bakugou for a time – “We have a lot to thank of you, Midoriya-kun. You may visit Bakugou as much as you like.” He smiled and thanked the nurse. If that were the case… He looked in the door for a moment, seeing that Bakugou was still quietly asleep, and chose to come back in an hour.
In the two years since they had joined U.A, the two of them had grown a lot but… Bakugou still was in many ways the same, just a taller boy with a raspier voice. Midoriya, however, seemed to fill into himself, a young man by ever definition of the word. Once gangly and small, he seemed to become more and more like All Might every day. His smile was bright in battle, his chest puffed with an air of confidence. There were still a year of school left to attend, but it could be said with confidence that Midoriya would be ready to be a full hero. After all they had already been through…. How often villains came after him and Bakugou, as well as their friends… they may as well have been ready now.
Returning an hour later, Midoriya knocked first before entering, but no answer came. It was just him and the sleeping Bakugou. “Kacchan?” he ventured, but after moments of silence he slipped in quietly. From the looks of things, his mother had already been by, as a vase of flowers sat on a table by Bakugou’s head, and Midoriya smiles as he looks over it. “Get well soon or I’ll kick your ass,” he read out loud, seeing that his mother had added the latter part to the card. Like mother like son. He blushed as he looked over the flowers, “Hers are a lot nicer…” He felt a little embarrassed, for in his left hand Midoriya held a bouquet of his own; red and white carnations with budding roses, flowers he knew little to nothing about. He almost doesn’t put the bouquet down, suddenly ashamed of himself. He had listened to closely to Bakugou’s breath just a two nights ago. Letting go of Bakugou for the ambulance to help him had been strangely painful.
His eyes light up as motion to his left stirs him to panic. Was Bakugou waiting up?? His head turns, he drops the flowers by instinct alone (Bakugou couldn’t know they were from him), and speaks with fear and worry: “Kacchan?”
The blond turns and grumbles, shuffling quietly before opening his eyes. Tears threatened Midoriya’s eyes as he looked on the waking Bakugou, and without thinking he blurts out again: “Kacchan you’re awake!!”
But Bakugou seems disgusted. “Quit mumbling!”
“Mum- I’m not mumbling! What-“ but he realizes in a moment that Bakugous eyes are wide with horror, and Midoriya leans away. “S-“ what was he supposed to say? “Stay here! Doctor? Nurse” He can’t bear to look at Bakugou’s face a moment longer as he turns and runs out of the room. What the hell was that? He’d never seen the boy struck silent quiet like that.
“Kacchan!” an 18 year old Midoriya screamed up as he rushed the stairs.
“-take me-“ the fire in his heart burned with the passion to destroy.
“Kacchan, wait!!!” Midoriya ran up the the last steps, just in time to hear and see the devastion that was before and becoming of the battle field. Fire flecked in his eyes as the villain charged Bakugou.
“ALIVE!!!”
“KACCHAN, NO!!!” In the heat of a massive explosion, all sounds were drown out. The villain would be defeated; and Midoriya suffered no casualty.
As much as Midoriya had begged his luck that he and Bakugou would some day see eye to eye, even after years of attending school together, there was still a barrier between them that he could not tear down. Bakugou did as little as tolerate him, but any advance at friendship or even companionship was shot down: “I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU GET THAT CLOSE AGAIN.” Things like that. Midoriya rarely let his threats get to him. A mixture of words and curses led Midoriya to understand the true meaning of his words: I don’t want to be your fucking friend, I want to fucking destroy you. It was always that way…
But still, Midoriya couldn’t shake the importance Bakugou held in his life. He remembered… terror as Bakugou detonated, the fire that flashed past him and ignited his hair at the very edges… Against the blast he tried to run again, just in time to grab the collapsing Bakugou and hold him as the building below them collapsed into a heap. His rival won the fight, the villain was knocked out and captured, but at what cost?
Midoriya was hardly in critical condition after the incident, and after a day in the hospital for minor injuries, he was free to go. Changing out of his gown and into his civilian clothes, he thought for a moment of the couple of minutes he held Bakugou tight in his arms. He remembered trembling in fear as he listened to each time Bakugou breathed, horrified if the draw of air could possibly be his last. It haunted him even now… but he knew that Bakugou was just a few doors down from his own, unconscious, but expected to recover.
Moving out of his room and thanking the nurse who had attended to him, he asked if it were alright to visit Bakugou for a time – “We have a lot to thank of you, Midoriya-kun. You may visit Bakugou as much as you like.” He smiled and thanked the nurse. If that were the case… He looked in the door for a moment, seeing that Bakugou was still quietly asleep, and chose to come back in an hour.
In the two years since they had joined U.A, the two of them had grown a lot but… Bakugou still was in many ways the same, just a taller boy with a raspier voice. Midoriya, however, seemed to fill into himself, a young man by ever definition of the word. Once gangly and small, he seemed to become more and more like All Might every day. His smile was bright in battle, his chest puffed with an air of confidence. There were still a year of school left to attend, but it could be said with confidence that Midoriya would be ready to be a full hero. After all they had already been through…. How often villains came after him and Bakugou, as well as their friends… they may as well have been ready now.
Returning an hour later, Midoriya knocked first before entering, but no answer came. It was just him and the sleeping Bakugou. “Kacchan?” he ventured, but after moments of silence he slipped in quietly. From the looks of things, his mother had already been by, as a vase of flowers sat on a table by Bakugou’s head, and Midoriya smiles as he looks over it. “Get well soon or I’ll kick your ass,” he read out loud, seeing that his mother had added the latter part to the card. Like mother like son. He blushed as he looked over the flowers, “Hers are a lot nicer…” He felt a little embarrassed, for in his left hand Midoriya held a bouquet of his own; red and white carnations with budding roses, flowers he knew little to nothing about. He almost doesn’t put the bouquet down, suddenly ashamed of himself. He had listened to closely to Bakugou’s breath just a two nights ago. Letting go of Bakugou for the ambulance to help him had been strangely painful.
His eyes light up as motion to his left stirs him to panic. Was Bakugou waiting up?? His head turns, he drops the flowers by instinct alone (Bakugou couldn’t know they were from him), and speaks with fear and worry: “Kacchan?”
The blond turns and grumbles, shuffling quietly before opening his eyes. Tears threatened Midoriya’s eyes as he looked on the waking Bakugou, and without thinking he blurts out again: “Kacchan you’re awake!!”
But Bakugou seems disgusted. “Quit mumbling!”
“Mum- I’m not mumbling! What-“ but he realizes in a moment that Bakugous eyes are wide with horror, and Midoriya leans away. “S-“ what was he supposed to say? “Stay here! Doctor? Nurse” He can’t bear to look at Bakugou’s face a moment longer as he turns and runs out of the room. What the hell was that? He’d never seen the boy struck silent quiet like that.
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sweatbomb!
Image: http://i.imgur.com/GJJKcjE.png
i hope a coloring suggestion is okay, but i feel like the gray areas would be best for rank colors on this design
http://i.imgur.com/1BbSVVb.png
i can also make small edits to this if it gets voted for, and i have a higher res version saved on my computer that can literally be as big as you want.
sweatbomb!Image: http://i.imgur.com/GJJKcjE.png
i hope a coloring suggestion is okay, but i feel like the gray areas would be best for rank colors on this design
http://i.imgur.com/1BbSVVb.png
i can also make small edits to this if it gets voted for, and i have a higher res version saved on my computer that can literally be as big as you want.
The sky was hazy from the fog of night, but from the streets below it wasn’t hard to see how the skyscraper was set ablaze by the collision of hero verses villain. Midoriya stared anxiously up, a boy of now nearly 18 years old, knowing what was happening above. “Kacchan, you idiot!” he cursed under his breath as he ran into the blazing building. Everyone had already been evacuated but for the explosive boy he was forced to call his rival. Why was he like this!
Bakugou was at the very top of that blaze, he knew, assigned stupidly together on an assignment hoping that they would finally jump the final hurdle of cooperation, yet when Midoriya ran back, Bakugou threw himself forward. They had different goals – one to destroy, one to protect.
He charged up the stairs at unreal speed, ducking under beams ablaze and leaping over collapsing staircases. Everyone was safe from the building’s fire… Except Kacchan. Midoriya’s feet pounded the ground as he ran, sometimes skidding to fast into a turn and slamming against a wall. “Kacchan!” he cried as and explosion overhead threatened the foundation of the building. Again he cried as he got closer, and on the last flight of stairs, as the air was red hot around him, he screamed again “KACCHAN!!!”
The explosions hardly ceased as he climbed, but just as he rounded the last flight of steps they ceased. Fear shook him, knowing that Bakugou was hardly one to leave dead air. The building was ablaze. The villain stood far on the otherside of the room, and between them stood Bakugou, clothes burned to shreads, his headpiece thrown in a distant corner, and the grenade on his right arm had broken open. His shoulders raised visibly as he panted from the exhilaration. “Bastard,” he cussed under his rugged breath, “This time you die!”
“Kacchan!!” He couldn’t do this here and now. He had to stop! But Midoriya’s call fell on deaf ears. Bakugou moved to pull the pin from his remaining grenade as Midoriya ran toward him from behind. The explosion set off, a thunder clap that shook the building and scortched the floor. The villain screamed as the floor began to crack beneath them. For only a second Midoriya hesitated against the blast, but back on his feet he ran toward Bakugou, suffering the center of the blow. Bakugou collapsed from exhaustion into Midoriya’s arms, who caught him just as the floor snapped beneath the two of them. The world rushed past Midoriya’s gaze, but without regret he clung to Bakugou as they fell down each story until the building collapsed.
When they reached the bottom, under the rubble of the floors that were above them, Midoriya coughed against the rubble. It seemed impossible to live through a fall like that, but with full cowl, it seemed almost anything was possible. Against his bosom he held Bakugou and panicked after a moment as he pulled the young man’s face away from his chest. “Kacchan! Kacchan, are you okay?? … Kacchan!” he shook him a few times, eventually stirring Bakugou from his half slumber.
Bakugou squinted for a moment at Midoriya and sneered. “Don’t fucking mumble, waste of… fucking.. bastard.” His head lolled forward, injured, asleep, and breathing. Midoriya’s heart raced anxiously, and he sighed. Standing up, his back brushing off rubble like it were lint, Midoriya stepped through the haze of dust and toward the distant scream of sirens.
Bakugou was at the very top of that blaze, he knew, assigned stupidly together on an assignment hoping that they would finally jump the final hurdle of cooperation, yet when Midoriya ran back, Bakugou threw himself forward. They had different goals – one to destroy, one to protect.
He charged up the stairs at unreal speed, ducking under beams ablaze and leaping over collapsing staircases. Everyone was safe from the building’s fire… Except Kacchan. Midoriya’s feet pounded the ground as he ran, sometimes skidding to fast into a turn and slamming against a wall. “Kacchan!” he cried as and explosion overhead threatened the foundation of the building. Again he cried as he got closer, and on the last flight of stairs, as the air was red hot around him, he screamed again “KACCHAN!!!”
The explosions hardly ceased as he climbed, but just as he rounded the last flight of steps they ceased. Fear shook him, knowing that Bakugou was hardly one to leave dead air. The building was ablaze. The villain stood far on the otherside of the room, and between them stood Bakugou, clothes burned to shreads, his headpiece thrown in a distant corner, and the grenade on his right arm had broken open. His shoulders raised visibly as he panted from the exhilaration. “Bastard,” he cussed under his rugged breath, “This time you die!”
“Kacchan!!” He couldn’t do this here and now. He had to stop! But Midoriya’s call fell on deaf ears. Bakugou moved to pull the pin from his remaining grenade as Midoriya ran toward him from behind. The explosion set off, a thunder clap that shook the building and scortched the floor. The villain screamed as the floor began to crack beneath them. For only a second Midoriya hesitated against the blast, but back on his feet he ran toward Bakugou, suffering the center of the blow. Bakugou collapsed from exhaustion into Midoriya’s arms, who caught him just as the floor snapped beneath the two of them. The world rushed past Midoriya’s gaze, but without regret he clung to Bakugou as they fell down each story until the building collapsed.
When they reached the bottom, under the rubble of the floors that were above them, Midoriya coughed against the rubble. It seemed impossible to live through a fall like that, but with full cowl, it seemed almost anything was possible. Against his bosom he held Bakugou and panicked after a moment as he pulled the young man’s face away from his chest. “Kacchan! Kacchan, are you okay?? … Kacchan!” he shook him a few times, eventually stirring Bakugou from his half slumber.
Bakugou squinted for a moment at Midoriya and sneered. “Don’t fucking mumble, waste of… fucking.. bastard.” His head lolled forward, injured, asleep, and breathing. Midoriya’s heart raced anxiously, and he sighed. Standing up, his back brushing off rubble like it were lint, Midoriya stepped through the haze of dust and toward the distant scream of sirens.
“Midoriya-san,” the doctor declared as she approached. “You were dismissed yesterday, did something come up?”
“Ah, hi! No, I was..” Midoriya shifts on one foot, hiding something behind his back as he turns toward the doctor. She had tended to Midoriya over his injuries, which were luckily minor enough after everything that happened. Over his cheek a patch rested, and his shoulder was still bound in some wraps to protect the scabs. “I was hoping to see someone.”
“We don’t really do visiting for-“ but she paused as she saw his eyes turned away from her, gaze hardset on the door marked temporarily with Bakugou’s name and remembered what he hid behind his back. For a moment she paused before sighing, and waved her hand toward the door. “We haven’t spoken to him since he arrived, but we suspect he’s already woken up once. Let us know if he’s woken up.” She seemed tired.
Midoriya snapped to, cheeks flushed as he was caught in the act. “Th…thank you!” She was already leaving. Even with permission, Midoriya fussed and fidgeted as he eyeballed the door to Bakugou’s room, rolling between his fingers a ‘get well soon’ bouquet he had picked out for the boy. Why was this so hard? The years which have passed since Midoriya had obtained his quirk, there was reason enough to believe that he and Bakugou were on different terms, but still, Bakugou’s abrasiveness never seemed to subside. They never became friends again like Midoriya had wished – and it felt weird to realize so late that it was all he ever wanted.
He pulled the flowers in front of him and stared at the card, Get well soon Kacchan, it read, and he asked himself stupidly why he had decided to put the name down… of course Bakugou would know from that alone it was him who wrote it. He didn’t know how to grow out of that old, childhood name. Mustering his courage, he knocked on the door and pushed it open. “Kacchan?” There was no answer, and he slipped into the room.
No surprise, he thought, as he wandered into the room to find Bakugou sleeping quietly in the hospital bed. His patching up was just a little worse than Midoriya’s own, with his head wrapped in bandages as well as one hand. Midoriya smiled as he looked at the sleeping boy, muttering easily “Kacchan looks like a whole ‘nother person in his sleep.” There was no scrunch to his eyebrow, no wrinkle under his waterline. Though he was supposedly still unconscious, he still seemed to be doing little more than sleeping, something he expected of the rambunctious boy. Dropping his bag, Midoriya pulled out a vase from the open zipper and placed it on the table beside his bed before fitting the flowers in after it. They looked nice – he thought the yarrow in the arrangement looked nice across from Bakugou’s platinum hair. Shifting his gaze along Bakugou’s body, he took note of each bit of damage visible beyond his gown, especially staring at the hand.
“You’re so reckless…” Midoriya muttered, thinking of what might have happened if he hadn’t been there, but a twitch in Bakugou’s hand quickly brings him back to reality and he looks up.
“Ugh…” Bakugou groaned as he shifted to sitting, his gaze lifted to been Midoriya’s and immediately he snears: “Asshole, what are you loo-“ But his voice stops, hesitates, and draws his hands close to his head “What the fuck, is there shit in my ears?” He pokes and prods at his ears before looking at Midoriya again. “What the hell is going on? Hey!!! CAN YOU HEAR ME ASSHOLE?”
Midoriya stared with mouth agape at Bakugou as he prattled on, confused as to what was happening in front of him. Bakugou was just short of yelling each statement, his voice growing louder and louder with each moment. Swallowing, Midoriya responds after a painful silence. “Kacchan, can’t you hear yourself?”
“Stop mumbling, you piece of shit!!!”
Midoriya shakes his head, “I’m not mumbling!!” he shouts, but his words fall on… “Oh no.” Midoriya backs away, looking around for a writing utensil. “The marker board!” Grabbing the marker in the tray, he writes out clearly and as large as he can. “I’m getting a doctor,” before running out the door.
“What the hell- HEY, GET BACK HERE!” Bakugou clamours out of bed after Midoriya, but each moment of silence draws closer and closer in on him. There was no sound as the sheets ruffled against each other – nothing like the pad of feet as his souls struck the ground – not even the slap of skin on the frame of the door as he caught himself from running into the hospital hall. All around him was utter silence, even the siren screaming outside the building did not reach him. His knees felt weak as he watched Midoriya run from him; the world has lost its color.
“Ah, hi! No, I was..” Midoriya shifts on one foot, hiding something behind his back as he turns toward the doctor. She had tended to Midoriya over his injuries, which were luckily minor enough after everything that happened. Over his cheek a patch rested, and his shoulder was still bound in some wraps to protect the scabs. “I was hoping to see someone.”
“We don’t really do visiting for-“ but she paused as she saw his eyes turned away from her, gaze hardset on the door marked temporarily with Bakugou’s name and remembered what he hid behind his back. For a moment she paused before sighing, and waved her hand toward the door. “We haven’t spoken to him since he arrived, but we suspect he’s already woken up once. Let us know if he’s woken up.” She seemed tired.
Midoriya snapped to, cheeks flushed as he was caught in the act. “Th…thank you!” She was already leaving. Even with permission, Midoriya fussed and fidgeted as he eyeballed the door to Bakugou’s room, rolling between his fingers a ‘get well soon’ bouquet he had picked out for the boy. Why was this so hard? The years which have passed since Midoriya had obtained his quirk, there was reason enough to believe that he and Bakugou were on different terms, but still, Bakugou’s abrasiveness never seemed to subside. They never became friends again like Midoriya had wished – and it felt weird to realize so late that it was all he ever wanted.
He pulled the flowers in front of him and stared at the card, Get well soon Kacchan, it read, and he asked himself stupidly why he had decided to put the name down… of course Bakugou would know from that alone it was him who wrote it. He didn’t know how to grow out of that old, childhood name. Mustering his courage, he knocked on the door and pushed it open. “Kacchan?” There was no answer, and he slipped into the room.
No surprise, he thought, as he wandered into the room to find Bakugou sleeping quietly in the hospital bed. His patching up was just a little worse than Midoriya’s own, with his head wrapped in bandages as well as one hand. Midoriya smiled as he looked at the sleeping boy, muttering easily “Kacchan looks like a whole ‘nother person in his sleep.” There was no scrunch to his eyebrow, no wrinkle under his waterline. Though he was supposedly still unconscious, he still seemed to be doing little more than sleeping, something he expected of the rambunctious boy. Dropping his bag, Midoriya pulled out a vase from the open zipper and placed it on the table beside his bed before fitting the flowers in after it. They looked nice – he thought the yarrow in the arrangement looked nice across from Bakugou’s platinum hair. Shifting his gaze along Bakugou’s body, he took note of each bit of damage visible beyond his gown, especially staring at the hand.
“You’re so reckless…” Midoriya muttered, thinking of what might have happened if he hadn’t been there, but a twitch in Bakugou’s hand quickly brings him back to reality and he looks up.
“Ugh…” Bakugou groaned as he shifted to sitting, his gaze lifted to been Midoriya’s and immediately he snears: “Asshole, what are you loo-“ But his voice stops, hesitates, and draws his hands close to his head “What the fuck, is there shit in my ears?” He pokes and prods at his ears before looking at Midoriya again. “What the hell is going on? Hey!!! CAN YOU HEAR ME ASSHOLE?”
Midoriya stared with mouth agape at Bakugou as he prattled on, confused as to what was happening in front of him. Bakugou was just short of yelling each statement, his voice growing louder and louder with each moment. Swallowing, Midoriya responds after a painful silence. “Kacchan, can’t you hear yourself?”
“Stop mumbling, you piece of shit!!!”
Midoriya shakes his head, “I’m not mumbling!!” he shouts, but his words fall on… “Oh no.” Midoriya backs away, looking around for a writing utensil. “The marker board!” Grabbing the marker in the tray, he writes out clearly and as large as he can. “I’m getting a doctor,” before running out the door.
“What the hell- HEY, GET BACK HERE!” Bakugou clamours out of bed after Midoriya, but each moment of silence draws closer and closer in on him. There was no sound as the sheets ruffled against each other – nothing like the pad of feet as his souls struck the ground – not even the slap of skin on the frame of the door as he caught himself from running into the hospital hall. All around him was utter silence, even the siren screaming outside the building did not reach him. His knees felt weak as he watched Midoriya run from him; the world has lost its color.
Who: Midoriya and you!
When: Late September
Where: Library
What: Midoriya seeks the wise advice of the library and perhaps some passerby’s (Part II: Bakugou the Asshole)
Rating: None
Dear… Family of the departed? No, that sounds kind of weird. To the family of Gene… Ugh… [ Midoriya sits at a table in the library, anything but quiet as he mumbles to himself and hunches over a paper. Around him are towers of books on a variety of subjects, though there is a theme of writing to them. Looks like SOMEBODY is having trouble writing letters. ]
This shouldn’t be so difficult, but I feel so insincere… Maybe I should just keep using the same format? No, that’s not right…. But what if [ “QUIET IN THE LIBRARY”. ] S-sorry….
[ not too far away from him, a bunny hops around, eating the pages on some of the books as Midoriya pays no attention to his mischief. ] It’ll be an easy job, they said…. Won’t even break a sweat…
(( For Bakugou; ))
[ At least in his room he’s fairly quiet. Still he’s working on his letters, a little better at writing them now that he’s did a little research and gotten some good advice, but it still plagues him on exactly what he’s supposed to write.
Above him, Midoriya has pinned a single letter above his bed. “I’M YOUR BIGGEST FAN.” He’d gotten it about a week ago now. The writing on it was poor and incorrect, clearly sent from a small child, but it was still a fan letter. Though his mind isn’t settled on it now, the thing did make his heart swell with pride. He was glad to be able to help the people here, even in small ways. ]
When: Late September
Where: Library
What: Midoriya seeks the wise advice of the library and perhaps some passerby’s (Part II: Bakugou the Asshole)
Rating: None
Dear… Family of the departed? No, that sounds kind of weird. To the family of Gene… Ugh… [ Midoriya sits at a table in the library, anything but quiet as he mumbles to himself and hunches over a paper. Around him are towers of books on a variety of subjects, though there is a theme of writing to them. Looks like SOMEBODY is having trouble writing letters. ]
This shouldn’t be so difficult, but I feel so insincere… Maybe I should just keep using the same format? No, that’s not right…. But what if [ “QUIET IN THE LIBRARY”. ] S-sorry….
[ not too far away from him, a bunny hops around, eating the pages on some of the books as Midoriya pays no attention to his mischief. ] It’ll be an easy job, they said…. Won’t even break a sweat…
(( For Bakugou; ))
[ At least in his room he’s fairly quiet. Still he’s working on his letters, a little better at writing them now that he’s did a little research and gotten some good advice, but it still plagues him on exactly what he’s supposed to write.
Above him, Midoriya has pinned a single letter above his bed. “I’M YOUR BIGGEST FAN.” He’d gotten it about a week ago now. The writing on it was poor and incorrect, clearly sent from a small child, but it was still a fan letter. Though his mind isn’t settled on it now, the thing did make his heart swell with pride. He was glad to be able to help the people here, even in small ways. ]
| ((Kashima scratches at her hair and laughs a bit, embarrassed although barely visible.)) Aw shucks. Guess that means you're nice too, right? My name's Kashima. You? |
| ((Kashima scratches at her hair and laughs a bit, embarrassed although barely visible.)) Aw shucks. Guess that means you're nice too, right? My name's Kashima. You? |
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