[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.]
[ Even worse: sweatpants grey, and just as useless at coverage for entirely different reasons. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on one’s POV, Choso isn’t fussed, registers it but doesn’t pay mind to exactly where Bakugo is touching (another detail to agonize over in the amorphous Later), never mind how the soft cotton is plastered to… well. Everything.
Just everything.
Regardless, Choso is busy, see. He’s busy snuffling, breath bursting out of him in a huff that could have been a chuckle or could have been a sob, fighting all the while to stem the flow.
Bakugo, explosive, powerful Bakugo, his hands are so gentle that it’s a different kind of hurt altogether. ]
Kechizu, ‘to bleed’.
[ More sniffles, but it’s clearer. Choso’s voice regaining strength. ]
His blood was powerfully caustic, but he couldn’t control it as Eso could. [ a thick swallow, another gulping breath. ] Eso, ‘rupturing phase’. His blood technique could decay the flesh of his enemies over time, but he could not manipulate his blood as I could.
[Yeah well it's not like he's down there giving anything a roll. It's more just pressing and sweeping amid the spray to wipe as much blood off as possible before it has a chance to set and stain. These pants and the shirt are probably goners if "pristine" is the want, but whatever. That's not important right now. Bakugo moves onto Choso's thighs soon enough, going back to his mouth and chest whenever more blood makes another appearance.
Each panting breath shoving out of Choso's mouth is painful. Knowing he can't stop it short of slamming his fist into the half-curse's head in effort to knock him the fuck out. Bakugo wonders if he could put pressure on his head like you sometimes can do for a headache, using his explosions to try... something. That'd just burn his hair though.
Well, soaking wet hair wouldn't burn so easily. Tch.]
No wonder you've got the corrosive blood. [All of them seemed to have the same kind of theme going on. He wonders if that was something the brain guy deliberately made or if that was part of the base used. Who knows what biological shit this guy was doing.] Are all of you from different parents?
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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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Just everything.
Regardless, Choso is busy, see. He’s busy snuffling, breath bursting out of him in a huff that could have been a chuckle or could have been a sob, fighting all the while to stem the flow.
Bakugo, explosive, powerful Bakugo, his hands are so gentle that it’s a different kind of hurt altogether. ]
Kechizu, ‘to bleed’.
[ More sniffles, but it’s clearer. Choso’s voice regaining strength. ]
His blood was powerfully caustic, but he couldn’t control it as Eso could. [ a thick swallow, another gulping breath. ] Eso, ‘rupturing phase’. His blood technique could decay the flesh of his enemies over time, but he could not manipulate his blood as I could.
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Each panting breath shoving out of Choso's mouth is painful. Knowing he can't stop it short of slamming his fist into the half-curse's head in effort to knock him the fuck out. Bakugo wonders if he could put pressure on his head like you sometimes can do for a headache, using his explosions to try... something. That'd just burn his hair though.
Well, soaking wet hair wouldn't burn so easily. Tch.]
No wonder you've got the corrosive blood. [All of them seemed to have the same kind of theme going on. He wonders if that was something the brain guy deliberately made or if that was part of the base used. Who knows what biological shit this guy was doing.] Are all of you from different parents?
[Half parents at least.]