[He wanted to tell himself he was unbreakable. To say he was incorruptible. He was proven wrong. Blood drips from cracks splitting his body into pieces. Darkness seeps beneath the glowing surface of his heart. And yet he stands, shards of his pride gripped in his fingers. Refusing to give up once more. Unable to feel disappointed in himself for needing someone else's help to crawl back from a brink. That comes later. Right now, he needs to regain who he was, so those people still counting on him won't be let down. He can't crumble... not for himself... not for them.
A hero doesn't have the luxury to give up. Scott helped drag his reality back to his mind. Maybe he didn't need to thank him, but what the hell else was he supposed to say? If the mutant hadn't arrived...
He presses the thought away, eyes gazing silently at the ground as he rests his head on Scott's. More than just his head, half fallen into the other teen's arms both physically and emotionally.
When a hero is suffering... who steps in to save them?]
Urusei... [He tightens his fingers on Scott's shoulder, free hand coming up to wipe at his eyes. No more weakness. Not right now.] ...baka yaro...
[With Bakugo leaning more into him, he wraps his arms around the other teen's shoulders in a warm embrace. With just the two of them here, and with his friend needing something like this, he has no qualms giving this kind of comfort-- a further emphasis that he's holding him now. Fuck, honestly, Scott wouldn't care if other people saw him. He's still holding him for as long as he wants and needs.
Though, there's a small upward smile at the corner of his lips as he hears those familiar words from him. A true sign that Bakugo is recovering and he's glad-- maybe even proud in some ways?]
[Arms wind around his shoulders and his own fall to the ground. Boneless and exhausted. He clung to Scott as long as he could and there's little else inside right now. Soaking into his warmth, letting the mutant be his strength for now. Small comfort is still comfort. Foolish to think any of this is resolved or settled. But no longer drowning in his own misery and guilt. Bakugo rests his forehead on Scott's shoulder, too exhausted to do much else. Doesn't even have any tears left to shed. Only aching ducts and a messy body.
But he's no longer lost among his mind. Gripping hard beneath a single crimson star. His chest falls in a low exhale, worn and ragged. Fucking worst day of his shitty life in this stupid place. And he made it through.]
[Most of the area is destroyed, but it shouldn't be hard to pour water for Bakugo. Might be sink water if he doesn't have water bottles around, but since he's in a high ranking suite, Scott's sure that it'll be fine. So he slowly starts to pull away from his friend, though he keeps one hand on his shoulder as he stares directly at him.]
Want to get up? Or did you want to sit for a bit?
[Giving him options right now. But Scott still wants to remain close as much as possible. He knows that things are far from over, but at least they might be on the mend. He'll take that. Later, he'll ask what happened.]
[Scott's gonna have to head for the other rooms in the suite. This main area's completely obliterated. Kitchen, living area, dining room, foyer. Nothing survived enough to work. He made sure of that in his self-destructive rampage. Bakugo's arm slides away from Scott as the mutant leans back, hand hitting the floor in a boneless thud. Barely feels anything, his skin and digits raw from his explosive agony earlier.
Getting up... sounds like a fucking herculean effort right now. Yet he forces his hand to curl, knuckles crunching on the floor in a fist. Yeah, he can't stay collapsed here like a fucking failure. Muscles bunch under his skin, pushing his fist into the ground-]
Ngk! [Pain! Searing hurt races through his arm, stupidly trying to put the pressure on his right arm after he nuked the entire upper half. His elbow buckles with his wrist and only Scott's hand on his shoulder prevents Bakugo from collapsing onto his side.] Fffuck!
[The word comes out almost harsh, but filled with concern as he immediately grabs his wrist once more. Grip firm, as if making sure that the other teen won't try to pull away or smack it against the ground again, but also making sure that he doesn't bring pain to him by gripping right on the injury. It's not like he's forgotten about the wound, but it's more serious than what he initially imagined and as such, the mutant switches gears.]
Actually, maybe it would be best to just get you to the Broken Wing.
[It sounds like less of a suggestion now. His tone almost commanding. Unless Bakugo is completely against it, or has something in the suite that can tend to it, but it's not like Scott's handled burn injuries before. He'd vastly prefer to get Bakugo the treatment from the staff here-- they can at least do their job without being too weird about it. Scott will ensure it.]
[Any bristling and seething between his teeth isn't directed at Scott, but purely lancing into himself. His injuries from the fight earlier couple with the one he tormented himself with, shoving another rush of loathing at his own weakness and failure. His fucking bones won't even do what he orders them to! Fingers snap around his wrist, arresting his instinctive attempt to catch himself again. Leaning against Scott, his breath slowly tapers from pained hisses to angry silence.]
I don't want to see... a single fucking piece of this shithole!
[After what it did to him, what it put him through, what he's still bleeding and suffering for, if Bakugo sees anything outside his own nuked and scorched walls, he's going to erupt all over again. The only reason he's stomaching this right now is because he's obliterated everything. No more glittering gold, no more peacock-given rewards, nothing this wretched monstrosity of a creature can lay in front of him and show its sickening slobbering grin!]
I've got a medical kit in the bathroom.
[His knee scrapes across the ground, doggedly getting his foot beneath himself. But even attempting to put pressure on it threatens to break his limb (at least it feels that way). He'll collapse if he tries to stand. Pretty sure half of this is psychosomatic, but fighting anything mentally right now is impossible.
[Scott doesn't fully like it, he'd still vastly prefer if Bakugo got tended to by a professional, but... he can see how much he really doesn't want to go to the staff right now. And well, Bakugo's continued anguish is convincing enough that the mutant does switch gears, him nodding with that firm mouth still intact. He can at least trust himself to do a decent enough job to stem the injury from getting worse and bandage him up. And well, he can probably still ask Bakugo for advice, he's sure this isn't the first time he's suffered from his own powers.
Ironically, that's something Scott can't fully relate to. He's immune to his own powers. But. That's something else entirely. Right now, he plans on guiding Bakugo to the bathroom, since that's where the medical kit is at. His focus is still entirely on his friend and that won't change.]
Then we'll go there.
[He verbally amends, voice clear. Scott slowly starts rising himself, pulling one arm around his shoulder, although he stops midway when he notices how much the other teen is struggling still. Could be actual pain, could be Bakugo not being able to mentally engage still, but either way, Scott figures to offer something without a hint of judgement.]
I can carry you there. It'll be easier, honestly, avoid the glass and shit on the ground from digging into you more.
[Don't. Don't take him outside that door right now. As sick as his stomach is over what just happened, what he remembers and the nightmare he woke up from, he has no fucking idea how much of that disgusting ichor still clings to his mind and body. What could trigger it and set him off all over again. He can't risk another person's blood on his hands. Not like this. It would break him completely. Who the hell would Scott find himself looking at? Bakugo doesn't even know, doesn't want to think about it. A monster walking from the medical wing...
If it means suturing his own fucking skin onto his body to keep himself locked away from anymore innocent people, he'll tear his own flesh to make a bandage.
Later, they can talk about whether Bakugo's hurt himself in the past with his Quirk. (Surprising answer is not really. Took a few tumbles, but his remarkable skill and intelligence means he got the gist quickly.) But deliberately injuring himself with it...
Bones knock hollows and wet as he tries pushing himself up once more, attempting to follow Scott to his feet. But everything snaps once more, injury and weakness dropping him back to his shins in a similar ragdoll flop. He doesn't know if it's physical or mental either, probably both, yet his body refuses to listen to him. Scott offers to carry him... any other time, he'd bite his head off for daring to insult him.
[With that permission, Scott wraps one arm underneath his knees and the other around his shoulders, hefting his friend into his arms with just a small amount of struggle. He's still not the strongest physically, but he can push through, especially right now-- tapping into some adrenaline and the need to help his friend. It's always something that's allowed him to shove emotions aside, push him past his normal limits, and so with that, he starts walking past the destroyed room and down the hallway so he can reach the bathroom Bakugo mentioned.
His suite is far bigger than his, than what he's used to seeing, but at least it's come in handy this time. Because despite Bakugo destroying the kitchen and the main room, he still has extra rooms right now to rest in and seclude himself from. He doesn't even have to look at the destruction he caused. It might help.
But he soon walks inside the lavish bathroom, before helping Bakugo down on a bench that should still be comfortable enough to sit on.]
I'm assuming it's in the drawer here?
[He idly asks, as if to fill in some of the silence, opening said cabinet and pulling out the medical kit.]
[Pathetic. Every fucking shred of this is pathetic. Sputtering bursts ignite in his mind and body, trying to jump start his crashed engine, yet he feels little more than nagging irritation with no strength to act on it. Stupid thoughts mumble in his mind, needing someone to carry him, his own limbs failing to answer his demands, his mental voice not strong enough to roar his flesh into action. The world lifts and rushes past his peripheral and his head falls against Scott's shoulder whether he wants it to or not. Swept up in his friend's arms, cared for and safe, taken care of... is this really such a horrible thing to have? Depends on which side of Bakugo's asked.
Arms dangle uselessly on either side, legs tucked over Scott's arm via his knees. Not sure which is more embarrassing, a bridal carry or slung over his shoulders and back like a sack. Scott has to take either of the doors to the side of his main area, both leading into short hallways with doors further down. Yeah, his fury didn't reach beyond his main area, minus vibrations and shock knocking a few things on the other side of his walls.
The bathroom won't take much to find. If Scott bothers to turn on the lights, it'll blind them both for several seconds. But if he chooses to wait, he'll notice some faint lights around the mirror giving the bathroom a small orange glow with their eyes adjusted. Bakugo sinks to the bench like liquid poured out of a cup, leaning on the wall beside him. Freezing cold compared to the sweltering heat of his ruined foreground.]
Aa. Right side. Under the sink counter. [Indeed, a white and blue box, very well stocked with things needed for moderate to even severe injuries. He's had to patch a few people up here...]
[He turns on the lights, mostly for his benefit because it's pretty hard for him to see in the dark and if he's going to be tending to Bakugo's injuries, he wants to have the clearest vision possible. It's not long before he finds the med kit, taking a hold of the box before returning back to his friend and sitting by his side. Yeah, of course he's noticed how limp and downtrodden he is still, but he figures it's best to tend to this.]
Tell me how to clean your injury. I want to do this right.
[Instead of him second guessing himself. Maybe this will also help Bakugo focus on something else as well, instead of thinking about his own failures. And really, this is important to Scott, because it would be pretty stupid if he didn't tend to his injuries properly or made them worse.
But as he waits for Bakugo to answer, he starts pulling out a couple of items from the med kit.] And give me your arm.
[Fuck! Right in the damn eyes! He winces despite himself, good arm thrown up in front of his face as he slams his eyelids shut and turns his head away. Shit, that hurt! How long has he been sitting in the dark anyways? A few minutes? An hour? More hours? He can't even tell. Destroyed the clocks on the wall, hasn't looked at his watch, doesn't wanna know. Slowly his eyes begin adjusting to the light, his arm sinks towards his knees, left to hang exhausted and boneless with the rest of his body. Head to the wall, eyes lingering on the door, too tired to feel frustration or shame over having Scott treat his injuries. At least his mind's recovered enough to know he has to get it treated...]
It's a burn wound. [Probably second degree at worst thanks to his body's resistance. Would've been 3rd or "gone" if he weren't.] Water and burn salve... There's aloe in there... Check for burnt skin... Use sterilized tweezers to remove any...
[As if reciting from a book he read a long time ago. He wanted to learn how to treat those wounds, just in case something happened and his Quirk ended up hurting someone. Scott asks for his arm and he tries to lift it-]
Ngk! [Pain skewers through his limb, a scorching lance piercing his shoulder and chest hard enough to steal his breath. Fingers hit the floor, dragging backwards an inch from their previous lift. He's not moving his arm. Muscles far too shocked from the damage and lingering trauma. Scott's gonna have to lift it himself.]
[He nods, noting the stuff that he'll need to pull from the med kit. Burn salve, aloe, sterilized tweezers... luckily, everything's already in the kit for him to pull out. Good. Well, if nothing else, Bakugo is definitely prepared, but that doesn't surprise him. For all the shouting he does, sometimes acting like a huge asshole, he doesn't skimp on being prepared and ready for these kind of things. The thought only reinforces how fucked up this place can be, that it affected him this badly.
Though, hearing his grunt of pain...]
Okay, stop, I'll take your arm. Just try and relax, okay? I'll patch you up.
[Avoiding the Broken Bird, so he has to do this right. And he will. Maybe he should feel a little anxious about this, but he shoves that feeling down, so he can focus on the task at hand. Applying cold water at first, almost delicately cleaning around the injury before checking for burnt skin-- there's a small patch of it that he'll need to remove. A fact that Scott mentions before pulling the tweezers out.]
[Maybe on the worse end of second... Maybe his mind and damaged psyche are to blame... He doesn't know, he doesn't care, if Scott weren't pushing him, he wouldn't have done a damn thing. Later, when this is more passed, he'll have a lot to thank the mutant for. Coming to him when he needed him the most, listening to him, guiding him back from a place he wouldn't have been able to escape from on his own... So many villains had one bad day and they fell down a path almost none of them could return from. So many villains because one "if only" hadn't come true.
What would've happened if Scott never came? Would he be facing off against Cyclops, a feral hate-filled Dynamight, wracked in loathing and "the hell with it" mentality? ... With Scott's lingering thought being "if only" he'd reached Bakugo before everything erupted past the event horizon.
He isn't having his "if only" anymore. But damn it hurts regardless.]
Shit-! [Cold water rakes every goddamn nerve like icy hands grabbing his system and ripping it clean from his flesh. Muscles lock painfully under his skin, heels digging into the ground and fingers curling so hard his knuckles pop in succession. Five seconds of torture... and the icy flames slowly simmer. Pain becomes soothing, he stops crushing his teeth into powder, his body eases from iron to meat once more.]
Aa. There's a numbing spray. Upper left side.
[He wishes Scott could use those tweezers and rip the goddamn spade mark clean of his bubbling skin. Petty thinking. It'd reappear just to mock him.]
[An almost gruff part of him wants to tell Bakugo to just endure it after hurting himself like this, but not the time. Not that he thinks he should handle his friend like someone who couldn't withstand that sort of comment, but he's not about to kick him when he's already down. He probably knows that this was stupid now, regrets doing this.
Scott's hold is still firm around his arm, making sure that he doesn't jerk away from the water, but not excessively so.]
Okay.
[Another nod, Scott's responses more short, mostly because he's just concentrating and focusing. Taking the numbing spray and applying it to the designated area, though he can't deny that he is glad to see the pain that's been on Bakugo's face ease up. Teeth no longer firmly clenched and grinding, and it prompts Scott to work on the next part of his injury. Using the tweezers to pull off dead burnt skin.
Although...]
If you want to start talking about what exactly happened.
[He's already enduring it! As much as his body yells at him to pull away, he refuses on pure stubbornness and his own fucked-up physical state. He'll think back later on his actions, only somewhat regretting his self-imposed penance on his arm. Considering what's currently emblazoned on his skin in the same area, however, he probably isn't going to regret it for long next he sees it. Fucking mark... He'd cut it off if he knew it wouldn't come back.
There's absolutely no regret in destroying the room.
Scott might not be keeping his replies terse for Bakugo's sake, but he appreciates it silently. Not having someone prattling on about comforting shit, attempting to excuse him or dredge up things, rambling over inane crap to fill the silence, is a small relief for his exhausted mind. Pain slowly subsides, "cheated" away by a numbing spritz. Shortcut he'll pay for later, but it's necessary now as Scott removes the burnt parts. Luckily there's not a large amount... but he really did a number on his arm despite his own resistance to his explosions.]
No.
[Too fresh. Too raw. Scott's going to have to wait on it. Going back into mind after the other teenager pulled him out of it would be too damn risky.]
[Not too surprising of a response. Scott only nods in return, immediately dropping the topic and letting the silence fill the air between them again. He really isn't the type to ramble about inane topics during this kind of thing, finding this situation all too serious to distract himself with dumb bullshit. Guess this is how he handle things, huh? Funny that he's never really done this too much for his actual teammates back home, not yet. They've only trained in the Danger Room and if one of them does get injured, it's Hank that patches them up.
But when they're out on the field... that's something they'll deal with later.
Scott shoves that thought aside for now though, because Bakugo is the one he's concentrated on. It's his arm that he's still tending to-- placing the burnt skin in the nearby trash can before he starts to clean the wound once more and applying ointment. It won't be long until he loosely bandages him up.]
I'll grab you some water after this. I haven't forgotten about that.
[He'll tell him later. Far later. When things are settled and returning to those memories won't ignite another missile launch towards his room and brain. He trusts Scott will be okay with the choice, even if a little disappointed. Can't blame him for asking. Some people need to confront their trauma immediately, break it down and face it before it has a chance to grow and evolve into a monstrous force inside them.
Bakugo's... ironically the latter when it comes to himself. External issues, he crashes into without waiting. Internal, he stuffs and deals with them on his own later. Even if it means facing off against a larger, stronger threat in result. Smart? ... Who fucking knows. He doesn't care enough to think about it right now.
Scott's gonna be the team leader; he'll have to know how to best respond to all sorts of kinds.]
Aa. [He wouldn't protest if Scott cupped his damn hand under the faucet and brought him water that way. The last of his charred flesh is removed and despite the glistening grizzly sight, his wound's clear. It's fucking torture as Scott cleans it, but Bakugo bears with it, teeth grinding together and muscles threatening to snap sinew with how tense he's pulling them. Only after Scott gets the ointment and cream on does he finally begin to relax under its relief.
Bandages help. With them, some of the clouds seem to clear around Bakugo's head.] Stay with me for the night.
[It is a relief when he finishes the last of the bandages, having that wound taken care of. It's not about hiding what he did, but still tending to it, and that he'll recover. Bakugo will recover from this incident, he knows he will, even if it's going to take a while. But he won't be alone in it.
And hearing Bakugo ask him to stay the night...
That's what he wanted to do, honestly. After seeing Bakugo like this, treating him. He wasn't sure if the other teen wanted him around for too long... but his comment has fully swept those thoughts away. It's something that makes Scott relieved, before he nods without hesitation. Full conviction in his voice and leaving no room for doubt or anything else.]
I will. [Does he admit that he wanted to from the start? Since getting to his destroyed suite? Maybe that's too much to say, but he still settles on something similar-- a softer emotion in the midst of all this as he starts packing the medical kit away.]
[Bandages wind round his arm one loop after the other, a familiar sensation by now given his wounds received during his year at U.A. Keeping ointment and salve pressed on his skin, slathered and soaking into his burned flesh. A wound he gave himself. First time he's ever done something like that. Later he'll bitch at himself for doing it, but considering what lies beneath his bandages, he can't bring himself to hate the brazen choice right now.
Part of him recoils at the idea of someone staying with him after everything. Scott barely know what he's done, what drips from his hands when Bakugo looks at his own arm end. Yet the only person in the entire resort he can stand being beside him right now is sitting there in front of him, accepting his quiet request without disgust or wariness. An honest, pure answer. Wanting to help him in both support and comfort.
Warm relief floods his chest as cold dread threatens an erosion beneath. He has to... deal with the latter. If Scott didn't stay, he has no idea what would've woken up the next morning...]
Leave that out. [Scott can pack the medkit up, but putting it away's stupid. Probably gonna need it in the morning at the latest.] I've got clothes if you need them.
[He closes the medkit, but otherwise leaves it out, figuring that he'll want to redress his bandages the next morning. Reapply the ointment and gauze. But he feels good enough with his work right now, Scott nodding and slowly standing up from the bench. If Bakugo needs it, he'll offer a hand for him to get up, but otherwise the mutant will keep close with a look that isn't overly worried, but fully determined to see him through with this.]
Yeah, that'll be nice. Sleeping in jeans sucks.
[And they're close enough to the same size that it should be fine. Though, honestly, Scott doesn't care all that much, he just wants to stay here and help out. Keep him company. He could be dressed in the most uncomfortable outfit and his mind wouldn't change.
Still, he figures to take the offer.] I'll grab you some water in the mean time. Are we meeting at your bedroom?
[Does he want to stay in the same bedroom-- the same bed? Or just in a room close by?]
[Morning's going to be a pain in the ass changing that crap. His body won't be in as much shock, nerves will probably be more alive, and they're gonna have to clean the damn thing before reapplying the medicine. Fuck. Scott better prepare himself for dealing with a very grumpy patient with an already-known short temper. He ignores the offered hand, probably to Scott's relief the hero's slowly coming back around to his usual self.]
No shit. [He's not a big fan of jeans. Even less now thanks to Best Jeanist being a massive troll while wearing them. (It's a story.) Bakugo forces his legs to work beneath him, wobbling slightly before slamming his elbow into the wall to steady himself. Fucking move! This is his body and he commands it!
One step, then another, feeling half as if he's piloting some goddamn mech rather than his own flesh and blood. A sensation which seeps less and less the more he fights through his own mire.]
I'll go with you. [To the kitchen. He's doggedly determined to reclaim himself. Even if it means rushing breakneck speed over his own ruined psyche and crawling half the time. Actually there might not be any water left in the kitchen... At least the pipes for the area shut off so he wasn't flooding his suite.
On second thought... he turns in the hallway.]
Let's go to my room. Kitchen's fucked.
[He's got water there. Meaning he's taking the lead and heading for his room.]
[Hearing Bakugo bitch at him really is a relief. A small sign that his friend is starting to at least feel a little better if he's actually behaving slightly like his normal self. Yeah, he'd take all the cursing and grumping at him over the near silent ghost that was staring down at the ground, nearly curled up and lifeless. It really isn't an image that he won't be forgetting anytime soon.
A memory of his friend being that broken down, but it only pushes Scott to try and be that leader now.
He doesn't say anything as Bakugo slams his elbow against the wall, nor does he comment about how slow he seems to walk. He just wisely keeps close, but still giving him space, so he's not overly babying him or any shit like that. He's just here if Bakugo decides to want his help again.]
Your room then. [...] Water for you, change of clothes for me, and then we'll get some sleep.
[A little put back together. A little bit better. Still standing under a glowing red sky amid destroyed ruins and drying blood with his injuries fresh and oozing. Yet not as hot, not as heavy, not as drowning. So long as he holds onto the young man beside him, he'll get through this night and into the morning. Fucking sucks to admit he has to rely on someone else to keep him afloat right now, but after everything Scott's done for him and seen, is there a point to hauling his shattered pride back in front of him? It'll fall apart if he moves it too hard.
The trek to his room takes longer than normal, heedless of his suite's decoration and design. At least it's managed to escape the destruction of the initial area. He pushes open the double door to his bedroom, larger than he prefers but guess the hotel needed to flex his rank one way or another. A large bed in the middle, nightstand on either side, a desk and dresser somewhat resembling a dorm-style despite their large apartment size. Closets, attached bathroom, bookshelf with academic texts, notebooks, entertaining reads -- no smut -- and a sliding glass door with the curtain drawn. A small entertainment center hosts a tv and closed drawers and cabinets below and flanking respectively.
Bakugo gestures to a minifridge by the desk. He'd normally get it himself, but knows Scott wants to be helpful. Now he's realizing he's gonna have to take a damn shower unless he wants to crawl into bed covered in blood, sweat, dirt, and tears. Great...]
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Date: 9/10/25 02:22 (UTC)A hero doesn't have the luxury to give up. Scott helped drag his reality back to his mind. Maybe he didn't need to thank him, but what the hell else was he supposed to say? If the mutant hadn't arrived...
He presses the thought away, eyes gazing silently at the ground as he rests his head on Scott's. More than just his head, half fallen into the other teen's arms both physically and emotionally.
When a hero is suffering... who steps in to save them?]
Urusei... [He tightens his fingers on Scott's shoulder, free hand coming up to wipe at his eyes. No more weakness. Not right now.] ...baka yaro...
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Date: 9/10/25 15:21 (UTC)Though, there's a small upward smile at the corner of his lips as he hears those familiar words from him. A true sign that Bakugo is recovering and he's glad-- maybe even proud in some ways?]
Calling me an idiot right now? Wow. Dick.
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Date: 9/11/25 03:21 (UTC)But he's no longer lost among his mind. Gripping hard beneath a single crimson star. His chest falls in a low exhale, worn and ragged. Fucking worst day of his shitty life in this stupid place. And he made it through.]
I need a fucking drink.
[His mouth tastes like blood.]
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Date: 9/11/25 20:16 (UTC)[Most of the area is destroyed, but it shouldn't be hard to pour water for Bakugo. Might be sink water if he doesn't have water bottles around, but since he's in a high ranking suite, Scott's sure that it'll be fine. So he slowly starts to pull away from his friend, though he keeps one hand on his shoulder as he stares directly at him.]
Want to get up? Or did you want to sit for a bit?
[Giving him options right now. But Scott still wants to remain close as much as possible. He knows that things are far from over, but at least they might be on the mend. He'll take that. Later, he'll ask what happened.]
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Date: 9/11/25 23:48 (UTC)Getting up... sounds like a fucking herculean effort right now. Yet he forces his hand to curl, knuckles crunching on the floor in a fist. Yeah, he can't stay collapsed here like a fucking failure. Muscles bunch under his skin, pushing his fist into the ground-]
Ngk! [Pain! Searing hurt races through his arm, stupidly trying to put the pressure on his right arm after he nuked the entire upper half. His elbow buckles with his wrist and only Scott's hand on his shoulder prevents Bakugo from collapsing onto his side.] Fffuck!
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Date: 9/13/25 16:48 (UTC)[The word comes out almost harsh, but filled with concern as he immediately grabs his wrist once more. Grip firm, as if making sure that the other teen won't try to pull away or smack it against the ground again, but also making sure that he doesn't bring pain to him by gripping right on the injury. It's not like he's forgotten about the wound, but it's more serious than what he initially imagined and as such, the mutant switches gears.]
Actually, maybe it would be best to just get you to the Broken Wing.
[It sounds like less of a suggestion now. His tone almost commanding. Unless Bakugo is completely against it, or has something in the suite that can tend to it, but it's not like Scott's handled burn injuries before. He'd vastly prefer to get Bakugo the treatment from the staff here-- they can at least do their job without being too weird about it. Scott will ensure it.]
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Date: 9/13/25 20:36 (UTC)[Any bristling and seething between his teeth isn't directed at Scott, but purely lancing into himself. His injuries from the fight earlier couple with the one he tormented himself with, shoving another rush of loathing at his own weakness and failure. His fucking bones won't even do what he orders them to! Fingers snap around his wrist, arresting his instinctive attempt to catch himself again. Leaning against Scott, his breath slowly tapers from pained hisses to angry silence.]
I don't want to see... a single fucking piece of this shithole!
[After what it did to him, what it put him through, what he's still bleeding and suffering for, if Bakugo sees anything outside his own nuked and scorched walls, he's going to erupt all over again. The only reason he's stomaching this right now is because he's obliterated everything. No more glittering gold, no more peacock-given rewards, nothing this wretched monstrosity of a creature can lay in front of him and show its sickening slobbering grin!]
I've got a medical kit in the bathroom.
[His knee scrapes across the ground, doggedly getting his foot beneath himself. But even attempting to put pressure on it threatens to break his limb (at least it feels that way). He'll collapse if he tries to stand. Pretty sure half of this is psychosomatic, but fighting anything mentally right now is impossible.
He has to rely on Scott.]
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Date: 9/15/25 17:10 (UTC)Ironically, that's something Scott can't fully relate to. He's immune to his own powers. But. That's something else entirely. Right now, he plans on guiding Bakugo to the bathroom, since that's where the medical kit is at. His focus is still entirely on his friend and that won't change.]
Then we'll go there.
[He verbally amends, voice clear. Scott slowly starts rising himself, pulling one arm around his shoulder, although he stops midway when he notices how much the other teen is struggling still. Could be actual pain, could be Bakugo not being able to mentally engage still, but either way, Scott figures to offer something without a hint of judgement.]
I can carry you there. It'll be easier, honestly, avoid the glass and shit on the ground from digging into you more.
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Date: 9/16/25 01:14 (UTC)If it means suturing his own fucking skin onto his body to keep himself locked away from anymore innocent people, he'll tear his own flesh to make a bandage.
Later, they can talk about whether Bakugo's hurt himself in the past with his Quirk. (Surprising answer is not really. Took a few tumbles, but his remarkable skill and intelligence means he got the gist quickly.) But deliberately injuring himself with it...
Bones knock hollows and wet as he tries pushing himself up once more, attempting to follow Scott to his feet. But everything snaps once more, injury and weakness dropping him back to his shins in a similar ragdoll flop. He doesn't know if it's physical or mental either, probably both, yet his body refuses to listen to him. Scott offers to carry him... any other time, he'd bite his head off for daring to insult him.
But now...] Fine.
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Date: 9/17/25 20:22 (UTC)His suite is far bigger than his, than what he's used to seeing, but at least it's come in handy this time. Because despite Bakugo destroying the kitchen and the main room, he still has extra rooms right now to rest in and seclude himself from. He doesn't even have to look at the destruction he caused. It might help.
But he soon walks inside the lavish bathroom, before helping Bakugo down on a bench that should still be comfortable enough to sit on.]
I'm assuming it's in the drawer here?
[He idly asks, as if to fill in some of the silence, opening said cabinet and pulling out the medical kit.]
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Date: 9/17/25 22:18 (UTC)Arms dangle uselessly on either side, legs tucked over Scott's arm via his knees. Not sure which is more embarrassing, a bridal carry or slung over his shoulders and back like a sack. Scott has to take either of the doors to the side of his main area, both leading into short hallways with doors further down. Yeah, his fury didn't reach beyond his main area, minus vibrations and shock knocking a few things on the other side of his walls.
The bathroom won't take much to find. If Scott bothers to turn on the lights, it'll blind them both for several seconds. But if he chooses to wait, he'll notice some faint lights around the mirror giving the bathroom a small orange glow with their eyes adjusted. Bakugo sinks to the bench like liquid poured out of a cup, leaning on the wall beside him. Freezing cold compared to the sweltering heat of his ruined foreground.]
Aa. Right side. Under the sink counter. [Indeed, a white and blue box, very well stocked with things needed for moderate to even severe injuries. He's had to patch a few people up here...]
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Date: 9/20/25 15:54 (UTC)Tell me how to clean your injury. I want to do this right.
[Instead of him second guessing himself. Maybe this will also help Bakugo focus on something else as well, instead of thinking about his own failures. And really, this is important to Scott, because it would be pretty stupid if he didn't tend to his injuries properly or made them worse.
But as he waits for Bakugo to answer, he starts pulling out a couple of items from the med kit.] And give me your arm.
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Date: 9/20/25 21:57 (UTC)It's a burn wound. [Probably second degree at worst thanks to his body's resistance. Would've been 3rd or "gone" if he weren't.] Water and burn salve... There's aloe in there... Check for burnt skin... Use sterilized tweezers to remove any...
[As if reciting from a book he read a long time ago. He wanted to learn how to treat those wounds, just in case something happened and his Quirk ended up hurting someone. Scott asks for his arm and he tries to lift it-]
Ngk! [Pain skewers through his limb, a scorching lance piercing his shoulder and chest hard enough to steal his breath. Fingers hit the floor, dragging backwards an inch from their previous lift. He's not moving his arm. Muscles far too shocked from the damage and lingering trauma. Scott's gonna have to lift it himself.]
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Date: 9/22/25 16:40 (UTC)Though, hearing his grunt of pain...]
Okay, stop, I'll take your arm. Just try and relax, okay? I'll patch you up.
[Avoiding the Broken Bird, so he has to do this right. And he will. Maybe he should feel a little anxious about this, but he shoves that feeling down, so he can focus on the task at hand. Applying cold water at first, almost delicately cleaning around the injury before checking for burnt skin-- there's a small patch of it that he'll need to remove. A fact that Scott mentions before pulling the tweezers out.]
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Date: 9/23/25 03:36 (UTC)What would've happened if Scott never came? Would he be facing off against Cyclops, a feral hate-filled Dynamight, wracked in loathing and "the hell with it" mentality? ... With Scott's lingering thought being "if only" he'd reached Bakugo before everything erupted past the event horizon.
He isn't having his "if only" anymore. But damn it hurts regardless.]
Shit-! [Cold water rakes every goddamn nerve like icy hands grabbing his system and ripping it clean from his flesh. Muscles lock painfully under his skin, heels digging into the ground and fingers curling so hard his knuckles pop in succession. Five seconds of torture... and the icy flames slowly simmer. Pain becomes soothing, he stops crushing his teeth into powder, his body eases from iron to meat once more.]
Aa. There's a numbing spray. Upper left side.
[He wishes Scott could use those tweezers and rip the goddamn spade mark clean of his bubbling skin. Petty thinking. It'd reappear just to mock him.]
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Date: 9/24/25 15:34 (UTC)Scott's hold is still firm around his arm, making sure that he doesn't jerk away from the water, but not excessively so.]
Okay.
[Another nod, Scott's responses more short, mostly because he's just concentrating and focusing. Taking the numbing spray and applying it to the designated area, though he can't deny that he is glad to see the pain that's been on Bakugo's face ease up. Teeth no longer firmly clenched and grinding, and it prompts Scott to work on the next part of his injury. Using the tweezers to pull off dead burnt skin.
Although...]
If you want to start talking about what exactly happened.
[He can.]
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Date: 9/25/25 01:56 (UTC)There's absolutely no regret in destroying the room.
Scott might not be keeping his replies terse for Bakugo's sake, but he appreciates it silently. Not having someone prattling on about comforting shit, attempting to excuse him or dredge up things, rambling over inane crap to fill the silence, is a small relief for his exhausted mind. Pain slowly subsides, "cheated" away by a numbing spritz. Shortcut he'll pay for later, but it's necessary now as Scott removes the burnt parts. Luckily there's not a large amount... but he really did a number on his arm despite his own resistance to his explosions.]
No.
[Too fresh. Too raw. Scott's going to have to wait on it. Going back into mind after the other teenager pulled him out of it would be too damn risky.]
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Date: 9/26/25 13:19 (UTC)But when they're out on the field... that's something they'll deal with later.
Scott shoves that thought aside for now though, because Bakugo is the one he's concentrated on. It's his arm that he's still tending to-- placing the burnt skin in the nearby trash can before he starts to clean the wound once more and applying ointment. It won't be long until he loosely bandages him up.]
I'll grab you some water after this. I haven't forgotten about that.
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Date: 9/27/25 14:15 (UTC)Bakugo's... ironically the latter when it comes to himself. External issues, he crashes into without waiting. Internal, he stuffs and deals with them on his own later. Even if it means facing off against a larger, stronger threat in result. Smart? ... Who fucking knows. He doesn't care enough to think about it right now.
Scott's gonna be the team leader; he'll have to know how to best respond to all sorts of kinds.]
Aa. [He wouldn't protest if Scott cupped his damn hand under the faucet and brought him water that way. The last of his charred flesh is removed and despite the glistening grizzly sight, his wound's clear. It's fucking torture as Scott cleans it, but Bakugo bears with it, teeth grinding together and muscles threatening to snap sinew with how tense he's pulling them. Only after Scott gets the ointment and cream on does he finally begin to relax under its relief.
Bandages help. With them, some of the clouds seem to clear around Bakugo's head.] Stay with me for the night.
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Date: 9/29/25 15:24 (UTC)And hearing Bakugo ask him to stay the night...
That's what he wanted to do, honestly. After seeing Bakugo like this, treating him. He wasn't sure if the other teen wanted him around for too long... but his comment has fully swept those thoughts away. It's something that makes Scott relieved, before he nods without hesitation. Full conviction in his voice and leaving no room for doubt or anything else.]
I will. [Does he admit that he wanted to from the start? Since getting to his destroyed suite? Maybe that's too much to say, but he still settles on something similar-- a softer emotion in the midst of all this as he starts packing the medical kit away.]
I want to.
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Date: 9/30/25 02:54 (UTC)Part of him recoils at the idea of someone staying with him after everything. Scott barely know what he's done, what drips from his hands when Bakugo looks at his own arm end. Yet the only person in the entire resort he can stand being beside him right now is sitting there in front of him, accepting his quiet request without disgust or wariness. An honest, pure answer. Wanting to help him in both support and comfort.
Warm relief floods his chest as cold dread threatens an erosion beneath. He has to... deal with the latter. If Scott didn't stay, he has no idea what would've woken up the next morning...]
Leave that out. [Scott can pack the medkit up, but putting it away's stupid. Probably gonna need it in the morning at the latest.] I've got clothes if you need them.
[Bedclothes.]
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Date: 10/1/25 14:33 (UTC)Yeah, that'll be nice. Sleeping in jeans sucks.
[And they're close enough to the same size that it should be fine. Though, honestly, Scott doesn't care all that much, he just wants to stay here and help out. Keep him company. He could be dressed in the most uncomfortable outfit and his mind wouldn't change.
Still, he figures to take the offer.] I'll grab you some water in the mean time. Are we meeting at your bedroom?
[Does he want to stay in the same bedroom-- the same bed? Or just in a room close by?]
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Date: 10/1/25 16:54 (UTC)No shit. [He's not a big fan of jeans. Even less now thanks to Best Jeanist being a massive troll while wearing them. (It's a story.) Bakugo forces his legs to work beneath him, wobbling slightly before slamming his elbow into the wall to steady himself. Fucking move! This is his body and he commands it!
One step, then another, feeling half as if he's piloting some goddamn mech rather than his own flesh and blood. A sensation which seeps less and less the more he fights through his own mire.]
I'll go with you. [To the kitchen. He's doggedly determined to reclaim himself. Even if it means rushing breakneck speed over his own ruined psyche and crawling half the time. Actually there might not be any water left in the kitchen... At least the pipes for the area shut off so he wasn't flooding his suite.
On second thought... he turns in the hallway.]
Let's go to my room. Kitchen's fucked.
[He's got water there. Meaning he's taking the lead and heading for his room.]
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Date: 10/2/25 14:41 (UTC)A memory of his friend being that broken down, but it only pushes Scott to try and be that leader now.
He doesn't say anything as Bakugo slams his elbow against the wall, nor does he comment about how slow he seems to walk. He just wisely keeps close, but still giving him space, so he's not overly babying him or any shit like that. He's just here if Bakugo decides to want his help again.]
Your room then. [...] Water for you, change of clothes for me, and then we'll get some sleep.
[Rattling off a simple plan for them.]
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Date: 10/3/25 01:35 (UTC)The trek to his room takes longer than normal, heedless of his suite's decoration and design. At least it's managed to escape the destruction of the initial area. He pushes open the double door to his bedroom, larger than he prefers but guess the hotel needed to flex his rank one way or another. A large bed in the middle, nightstand on either side, a desk and dresser somewhat resembling a dorm-style despite their large apartment size. Closets, attached bathroom, bookshelf with academic texts, notebooks, entertaining reads -- no smut -- and a sliding glass door with the curtain drawn. A small entertainment center hosts a tv and closed drawers and cabinets below and flanking respectively.
Bakugo gestures to a minifridge by the desk. He'd normally get it himself, but knows Scott wants to be helpful. Now he's realizing he's gonna have to take a damn shower unless he wants to crawl into bed covered in blood, sweat, dirt, and tears. Great...]
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