[Bakugo would have stopped him. Most likely Megumi and Nobara would have as well. At least until he tried the puppy eyes. Though those don't work on Bakugo; he grew up with Izuku. But knowing his friends and brother would protest, he figures Yuji up and did this rash fucking thing without saying shit. Again. Like normal.
The thing is, as good a friend as Bakugo can be, he's also not a coddling one. Someone who shoots themself in the foot gets little sympathy from him. Anger? Plenty. If Yuji wants to do this kind of reckless shit... whatever. A dead person can't save anyone. And there's only so much of a person they can give before they run out completely. Some people won't learn that until too late, unless those who care about them stage some kind of intervention.
And they fucking listen to it... Then again, Bakugo wouldn't be getting so pissed off about it if he truly didn't care what Yuji did. Ugh, fuck it! He can't do shit for the guy now because he's taking care of Choso! That's more important. Yuji's with the doctors, they haven't killed anyone yet, but Choso's alone with him and that's where Bakugo's mind has to be!
Choso stops moving and for a second, the blonde panics the guy had a fucking seizure, heart attack, blood clot (the irony), or something worse! ... Then realizes he's just stopped struggling. DAMMIT ODANGO MESS!! SAY THAT NEXT TIME!! He leans back a bit when Choso spits the water out, then leans forward to help the man ease back against the tub again. Returning to the rinse off, he tries to keep his touches a mixture of efficient and gentle, not wanting to agitate Choso any further than he already is. Thanks for the knee spread, buddy.
Bakugo can't tell if the tears are from pain, from sadness, from something else. He can't know. All he can do is continue to watch over Choso and rinse him off, brushing at his tears from time to time to try and help. Ransacking the bathroom earlier provided some pain killers, but would those things even work on some curse technique blood link? Can't just shove Advil down someone's throat and hope it works... Fuck it, he might take the risk. It's not poison.]
Someone liked the "so" character. [Either that was a theme or the maker was pretty suck at being creative.] Kechizu was the odd one out, huh. [He refuses to believe Yuji was named by some fucked up time-skipping sperm donor madman. Maybe the parent who wasn't the damn brain got to name him. He'll keep that comment to himself.] What were their techniques? Blood Manipulation, like yours?
[Excuse him for going below the stomach, Choso. Do him a favor and don't remember his hand on your crotch. He's just rinsing off the pooled blood... Bet he's fucking wearing white.]
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Date: 5/2/24 04:12 (UTC)The thing is, as good a friend as Bakugo can be, he's also not a coddling one. Someone who shoots themself in the foot gets little sympathy from him. Anger? Plenty. If Yuji wants to do this kind of reckless shit... whatever. A dead person can't save anyone. And there's only so much of a person they can give before they run out completely. Some people won't learn that until too late, unless those who care about them stage some kind of intervention.
And they fucking listen to it... Then again, Bakugo wouldn't be getting so pissed off about it if he truly didn't care what Yuji did. Ugh, fuck it! He can't do shit for the guy now because he's taking care of Choso! That's more important. Yuji's with the doctors, they haven't killed anyone yet, but Choso's alone with him and that's where Bakugo's mind has to be!
Choso stops moving and for a second, the blonde panics the guy had a fucking seizure, heart attack, blood clot (the irony), or something worse! ... Then realizes he's just stopped struggling. DAMMIT ODANGO MESS!! SAY THAT NEXT TIME!! He leans back a bit when Choso spits the water out, then leans forward to help the man ease back against the tub again. Returning to the rinse off, he tries to keep his touches a mixture of efficient and gentle, not wanting to agitate Choso any further than he already is. Thanks for the knee spread, buddy.
Bakugo can't tell if the tears are from pain, from sadness, from something else. He can't know. All he can do is continue to watch over Choso and rinse him off, brushing at his tears from time to time to try and help. Ransacking the bathroom earlier provided some pain killers, but would those things even work on some curse technique blood link? Can't just shove Advil down someone's throat and hope it works... Fuck it, he might take the risk. It's not poison.]
Someone liked the "so" character. [Either that was a theme or the maker was pretty suck at being creative.] Kechizu was the odd one out, huh. [He refuses to believe Yuji was named by some fucked up time-skipping sperm donor madman. Maybe the parent who wasn't the damn brain got to name him. He'll keep that comment to himself.] What were their techniques? Blood Manipulation, like yours?
[Excuse him for going below the stomach, Choso. Do him a favor and don't remember his hand on your crotch. He's just rinsing off the pooled blood... Bet he's fucking wearing white.]