[Choso can reveal that to him later. While Bakugo's aware Choso has a positive view of him, he's not chalking this reaction up to some kind of "it's you" mindset. Any of Choso's close companions would be doing this for him! Maybe not as effective, because Bakugo's fucking awesome... but that's not on his mind right now. No, what's really on his mind is yelling at Megumi on the other line, mentally, while he deals with Choso in the physical presence.
Getting his hand on and his fingers in Choso's mouth is dangerous enough, but he's determined not to have the guy suffer any further than he is right now. Even if it looks like the blonde's trying to wrangle him in the tub, he's conscious of what he's doing and asking silently of Choso for cooperation. Water in his mouth to encourage him to swish and spit, clear his mouth before the liquid has a chance to clot or even harden. Sorry about the gloves, Odango Mess, but he had a feeling Choso would be protesting if Bakugo came at him with barebackhanded.]
Don't pop your damn jaw either. I can move my hand before you bite. [He's keeping close attention to Choso's jaw and neck, able to react the second he sees muscles twitch for a bite. While it's tempting to shove the whole shower head of water in there, choking's the issue, right? Not gonna plug him with a damn faucet. Bakugo alternates between a quick half-moon surface spray and then his fingers again.]
Stop fucking apologizing, idiot. You're not doing anything wrong. [Like hell is he gonna let Choso give himself grief for this either. A quick tug and he gets the blankets open completely, turning the water down to spray over Choso's chest, shoulders, and stomach so he can start rinsing him off with the warm water.
Though that last part...] You wouldn't have been able to stop him and you know it.
[As much as he'd love to bury Yuji up to his fucking ankles for pulling a stunt like this AGAIN! Bastard said he would think about his actions and how they affect his friends, and here he goes, getting fucking brain surgery without telling anyone?! Cause he knew they'd try to stop him... Tch.]
Tell me about your other brothers. Are they strong, like you and Gari Head. [Hopefully he can get Choso to think of something more positive. Distract him. As if his hand all over Choso's chest isn't distracting enough, maybe.] I don't have any siblings, so I don't know what being a brother's like.
[ It's just one simple truth among many that Bakugo's laid out: Choso cannot stop Yuji in any shape or form as they are now; he had already folded to the young man's will before it began. Was letting the boy spend himself like this any way to help him? Was this supposed to support him? Choso had been remiss in his duty; look now, where they lay in their respective beds.
The least Choso could do now was make it easier for he and Bakugo both, so he stops trying to help; he just outright stops. Prioritize. Breathe. Try again. He hooks his arms over the tub rim for stability, grips the edge tight when he leans over to spit the last of the bloody water at the drain. From there, he leans back enough to allow Bakugo the room to manoeuvre with while Choso braces his knees against the tub walls. Stop. Breathe. Look at Bakugo. Don't get lost. Don't get lost. Don't get lost.
He's so busy trying to be good, he forgets to pay attention to himself outside of the ungainly limbs. Choso, he cries like he doesn't realize he's doing it, cries with fat tears rolling out to join the rivulets of water running down his face to track through the slow-seeping blood of his mark. He cries with his brows pinched up high, chin all tensed, open and ugly as a child's unabashed weeping, but he does not look away because Bakugo is asking, because Bakugo is redirecting and Choso is too fucking grateful to not follow where the hero is pointing him. ]
Noranso, Sho-oso, Tanso, Sanso, Kotsuso, and Shoso. [ It's almost a mantra, these eerie names. He says them like they're the first words his human mouth ever made (and maybe they were). ] Eso, second eldest, and khuhh-Kechizu, second youngest. Eso's technique was beautiful, elegant. Kechizu, fearless and free.
[ With all this to juggle, he barely seems to mind Bakugo's hand all over his chest. (he will remember this later, surely, and agonize) ]
[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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Date: 5/1/24 00:56 (UTC)Getting his hand on and his fingers in Choso's mouth is dangerous enough, but he's determined not to have the guy suffer any further than he is right now. Even if it looks like the blonde's trying to wrangle him in the tub, he's conscious of what he's doing and asking silently of Choso for cooperation. Water in his mouth to encourage him to swish and spit, clear his mouth before the liquid has a chance to clot or even harden. Sorry about the gloves, Odango Mess, but he had a feeling Choso would be protesting if Bakugo came at him with bare
backhanded.]Don't pop your damn jaw either. I can move my hand before you bite. [He's keeping close attention to Choso's jaw and neck, able to react the second he sees muscles twitch for a bite. While it's tempting to shove the whole shower head of water in there, choking's the issue, right? Not gonna plug him with a damn faucet. Bakugo alternates between a quick half-moon surface spray and then his fingers again.]
Stop fucking apologizing, idiot. You're not doing anything wrong. [Like hell is he gonna let Choso give himself grief for this either. A quick tug and he gets the blankets open completely, turning the water down to spray over Choso's chest, shoulders, and stomach so he can start rinsing him off with the warm water.
Though that last part...] You wouldn't have been able to stop him and you know it.
[As much as he'd love to bury Yuji up to his fucking ankles for pulling a stunt like this AGAIN! Bastard said he would think about his actions and how they affect his friends, and here he goes, getting fucking brain surgery without telling anyone?! Cause he knew they'd try to stop him... Tch.]
Tell me about your other brothers. Are they strong, like you and Gari Head. [Hopefully he can get Choso to think of something more positive. Distract him. As if his hand all over Choso's chest isn't distracting enough, maybe.] I don't have any siblings, so I don't know what being a brother's like.
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Date: 5/2/24 03:30 (UTC)The least Choso could do now was make it easier for he and Bakugo both, so he stops trying to help; he just outright stops. Prioritize. Breathe. Try again. He hooks his arms over the tub rim for stability, grips the edge tight when he leans over to spit the last of the bloody water at the drain. From there, he leans back enough to allow Bakugo the room to manoeuvre with while Choso braces his knees against the tub walls. Stop. Breathe. Look at Bakugo. Don't get lost. Don't get lost. Don't get lost.
He's so busy trying to be good, he forgets to pay attention to himself outside of the ungainly limbs. Choso, he cries like he doesn't realize he's doing it, cries with fat tears rolling out to join the rivulets of water running down his face to track through the slow-seeping blood of his mark. He cries with his brows pinched up high, chin all tensed, open and ugly as a child's unabashed weeping, but he does not look away because Bakugo is asking, because Bakugo is redirecting and Choso is too fucking grateful to not follow where the hero is pointing him. ]
Noranso, Sho-oso, Tanso, Sanso, Kotsuso, and Shoso. [ It's almost a mantra, these eerie names. He says them like they're the first words his human mouth ever made (and maybe they were). ] Eso, second eldest, and khuhh-Kechizu, second youngest. Eso's technique was beautiful, elegant. Kechizu, fearless and free.
[ With all this to juggle, he barely seems to mind Bakugo's hand all over his chest. (he will remember this later, surely, and agonize) ]
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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.]
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Date: 5/4/24 22:30 (UTC)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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Date: 5/5/24 01:52 (UTC)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.]