[There's not going to be any damn chasing while he has Choso pinned in the bathroom. Bakugo glances up at the shower head, then quickly stands to grab it, pull it from its holster, and drops back down to crouch by the tub so he has it at the ready if and when he needs it. He's not going to have Choso sliding around in the bath to get himself cleaned off.]
This isn't fucking "okay" you asshole.
[Don't give him that "i'm fine" bullshit Yuji and Izuku are both known for doing in his life. He doesn't believe them when they say it and he's not about to believe Choso either.
And don't "mister" him either. Once he's got the blankets open, Bakugo works the water over Choso further, gloved hands wringing and rubbing at his legs to wash the blood off. He switches on the shower and uses the tethered head to spray the warm water along Choso's calves and thighs, slowly but efficiently cleaning his pants legs off.]
This better not be a fucking reflection of what they're doing to Itadori...
[Cause if his friend's over there spitting blood and looking a gory wreck, Bakugo's liable to storm the medical facility and blow the hell out of it.]
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This isn't fucking "okay" you asshole.
[Don't give him that "i'm fine" bullshit Yuji and Izuku are both known for doing in his life. He doesn't believe them when they say it and he's not about to believe Choso either.
And don't "mister" him either. Once he's got the blankets open, Bakugo works the water over Choso further, gloved hands wringing and rubbing at his legs to wash the blood off. He switches on the shower and uses the tethered head to spray the warm water along Choso's calves and thighs, slowly but efficiently cleaning his pants legs off.]
This better not be a fucking reflection of what they're doing to Itadori...
[Cause if his friend's over there spitting blood and looking a gory wreck, Bakugo's liable to storm the medical facility and blow the hell out of it.]