[He'd be disgusted, alright. Though not with Bakugo himself.
Toying with their bodies is one thing. It's inexcusable, but far less insidious than toying with hearts and minds. He's had his own feelings twisted and reshaped numerous times since he arrived here, by his Suit, by things like those cupid arrows, by a variety of other status effects so small that he didn't always recognize them. Sometimes when he did realize, he'd laugh it off or even enjoy the change, as he did when Bakugo got hit with the arrow that made him act friendlier. But even those innocent occurrences were part of the same ugly fabric. For as long as they reside here, their lives—their very beings—are nothing but toys. Nothing but fuel for some uncaring deity.
For this place to make Bakugo enjoy something like that... it goes beyond "toying." It's unforgivable. And he's already angry enough without knowing he felt that way. He's so angry that it threatens to blot out everything else, a shadow cast over the sun.
But he won't succumb to that anger. Not right now (though all bets are off about how angry he'll get next time his suit flares up). Giving into his anger won't help Bakugo. When a friend is hurting in front of him, that's what takes priority. He is an idol, after all. His role is to make people smile, not suffer. Something he lost sight of once back in his home world.
Bakugo is warm. Fitting for someone with such a fiery personality. Like this, Hiyori can feel how strong he is, his solid form. But he's the one trying to lend his strength this time. He knows Bakugo's not the type to accept comfort. He's a big, strong hero, right? He doesn't need it. And right now, he must not think he deserves it. Any moment, Hiyori could be pushed away.
Instead, Bakugo rests his head. Actually leaning on him for a change. In the midst of all this misery, that's something Hiyori feels glad for. Usually, it's the other way around: Bakugo helps him deal with things, giving him weapons and self-defense lessons, taking care of his doppelganger and driving away ghosts. But even heroes need to rest their head sometimes. It's good to see that happen. Good to be useful to someone for a change. He can't do much in this place, but he can at least do this.
His arms tighten around Bakugo's upper back. Bakugo can't see it, but he's smiling. Sadly, but it's a smile nonetheless.]
When we both feel up to it, we'll go and visit him. Alright?
[Nothing but toys. Nothing but fuel. Some sick perverted entity playing with its food. Reduced to such a pathetic state. How the hell can people sit here and profess being content?! Apart from the obvious answers.
He's tired. As much has he prides himself on his grit and stamina, an unwilling spirit who refuses compromise or defeat... he's tired. He wants to go home, take those closest to him back to their worlds and ignore the rest. Tired of being here, of being made a damn fool. Sucks the peacock doesn't give a shit if someone's tired.
What he enjoyed that day, what he hates now, he doesn't want to put into words. Hiyori doesn't need those burdens while he's trying to comfort him. Already dealing with his own shadows and darkness. Bakugo's ready to let the topic drop for now. They have other things to focus on, someone else who needs more attention than him.
He's always given attention to someone's suit acting up if he knows it, willing to give a literal hand to stop the damn mark from progressing and consuming them into something they'll regret. Safe to say, he's even more wary about it now. If he comes across Hiyori dealing with his suit in flare, he's gonna fucking brain him before the idol has a chance to act further. Then figure out what to do from there... Hopefully he won't have to deal with it for a while.
Resting against Hiyori, it's easier to let things fall from his shoulders and hand, eyes closed as he surrenders to a damn reality he tries so often to ignore. A powerful Quirk, a strong body, a huge dream, an expected burden, for all his ambitions and life as a hero, right now... he's still just a boy. All Might said similar to him when Bakugo stood in the smoking street, shaking in sorrow and fury over what he'd done to his beloved idol. The same kind of comfort came, settling over his momentary weakness as he tried and failed to bite back the heat under his eyes.
Arms squeeze around his back and he curls his fingers into fists, brows furrowing despite himself. Dammit... He hates feeling this broken and weak. Especially in front of someone he always wanted to be strong for.]
... aa. [Yeah, they can go see him. Once they're ready.]
[Poor, poor Bakugo. Hiyori is anxious about visiting Esikko himself, but his trepidation must be nothing compared to Bakugo's. At least he recognizes that this wasn't his own fault. Bakugo, on the other hand...
Someone has to be strong here. The stronger one between them is usually Bakugo, not just in body, but in spirit much of the time. If Bakugo is weak, however, then Hiyori will just have to step up and be strong. He'll put aside his own fears, and he'll try to watch over Bakugo and Esikko. Hopefully, things will be fine between them. And hopefully, Bakugo will see the truth: that it's those brothers, the House and the resort who are to blame. Not that that makes this any less frustrating...]
Good. Then it's settled.
[He'll bring flowers, he decides. But that's for later. For now, he holds onto Bakugo, hands patting lightly over his upper back. He'll maintain the hug as long as Bakugo wants and allows.]
[Don't "poor, poor" him like he's some damn little kid. He's just a young man who's gone through a lot of crap in the past several days. He'll get through it. "Over" it is another question. Who ever entirely gets over scars? He knows he'll have to face Esikko sooner or later; cowering away in fear isn't something he'll accept. He's already talked to the other person he hurt. Now gearing up to handle the next. There's no talking him out of his fault for this.
Bakugo slowly opens his eyes, gazing half-unseeing at the wall far behind them. He hates feeling weak, hates feeling as if something's outside his control. But for now, for a short moment, he lets Hiyori carry those burdens. Don't expect him to do so for long. He'll take them back, shoulder his share, and move forward once more.
Of course he blames the house for everything, for bringing them here, for making any of this even possible. There are those who are more responsible than others in the shit going on around the resort, and he isn't letting them off either. But... he had his own hand in this drama and he has to accept that, address it, and make amends before he can see to his future beyond it.
Settled. Yeah, for now it's settled. Just... let him stay in this embrace for a little while longer until he feels ready to let go and stand on his own once more. It's what friends are for.]
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Date: 9/24/25 03:09 (UTC)Toying with their bodies is one thing. It's inexcusable, but far less insidious than toying with hearts and minds. He's had his own feelings twisted and reshaped numerous times since he arrived here, by his Suit, by things like those cupid arrows, by a variety of other status effects so small that he didn't always recognize them. Sometimes when he did realize, he'd laugh it off or even enjoy the change, as he did when Bakugo got hit with the arrow that made him act friendlier. But even those innocent occurrences were part of the same ugly fabric. For as long as they reside here, their lives—their very beings—are nothing but toys. Nothing but fuel for some uncaring deity.
For this place to make Bakugo enjoy something like that... it goes beyond "toying." It's unforgivable. And he's already angry enough without knowing he felt that way. He's so angry that it threatens to blot out everything else, a shadow cast over the sun.
But he won't succumb to that anger. Not right now (though all bets are off about how angry he'll get next time his suit flares up). Giving into his anger won't help Bakugo. When a friend is hurting in front of him, that's what takes priority. He is an idol, after all. His role is to make people smile, not suffer. Something he lost sight of once back in his home world.
Bakugo is warm. Fitting for someone with such a fiery personality. Like this, Hiyori can feel how strong he is, his solid form. But he's the one trying to lend his strength this time. He knows Bakugo's not the type to accept comfort. He's a big, strong hero, right? He doesn't need it. And right now, he must not think he deserves it. Any moment, Hiyori could be pushed away.
Instead, Bakugo rests his head. Actually leaning on him for a change. In the midst of all this misery, that's something Hiyori feels glad for. Usually, it's the other way around: Bakugo helps him deal with things, giving him weapons and self-defense lessons, taking care of his doppelganger and driving away ghosts. But even heroes need to rest their head sometimes. It's good to see that happen. Good to be useful to someone for a change. He can't do much in this place, but he can at least do this.
His arms tighten around Bakugo's upper back. Bakugo can't see it, but he's smiling. Sadly, but it's a smile nonetheless.]
When we both feel up to it, we'll go and visit him. Alright?
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Date: 9/25/25 01:40 (UTC)He's tired. As much has he prides himself on his grit and stamina, an unwilling spirit who refuses compromise or defeat... he's tired. He wants to go home, take those closest to him back to their worlds and ignore the rest. Tired of being here, of being made a damn fool. Sucks the peacock doesn't give a shit if someone's tired.
What he enjoyed that day, what he hates now, he doesn't want to put into words. Hiyori doesn't need those burdens while he's trying to comfort him. Already dealing with his own shadows and darkness. Bakugo's ready to let the topic drop for now. They have other things to focus on, someone else who needs more attention than him.
He's always given attention to someone's suit acting up if he knows it, willing to give a literal hand to stop the damn mark from progressing and consuming them into something they'll regret. Safe to say, he's even more wary about it now. If he comes across Hiyori dealing with his suit in flare, he's gonna fucking brain him before the idol has a chance to act further. Then figure out what to do from there... Hopefully he won't have to deal with it for a while.
Resting against Hiyori, it's easier to let things fall from his shoulders and hand, eyes closed as he surrenders to a damn reality he tries so often to ignore. A powerful Quirk, a strong body, a huge dream, an expected burden, for all his ambitions and life as a hero, right now... he's still just a boy. All Might said similar to him when Bakugo stood in the smoking street, shaking in sorrow and fury over what he'd done to his beloved idol. The same kind of comfort came, settling over his momentary weakness as he tried and failed to bite back the heat under his eyes.
Arms squeeze around his back and he curls his fingers into fists, brows furrowing despite himself. Dammit... He hates feeling this broken and weak. Especially in front of someone he always wanted to be strong for.]
... aa. [Yeah, they can go see him. Once they're ready.]
🎀 unless there's anything else you want them to discuss
Date: 9/28/25 20:36 (UTC)Someone has to be strong here. The stronger one between them is usually Bakugo, not just in body, but in spirit much of the time. If Bakugo is weak, however, then Hiyori will just have to step up and be strong. He'll put aside his own fears, and he'll try to watch over Bakugo and Esikko. Hopefully, things will be fine between them. And hopefully, Bakugo will see the truth: that it's those brothers, the House and the resort who are to blame. Not that that makes this any less frustrating...]
Good. Then it's settled.
[He'll bring flowers, he decides. But that's for later. For now, he holds onto Bakugo, hands patting lightly over his upper back. He'll maintain the hug as long as Bakugo wants and allows.]
🎀 good wrap for me! they'll discuss more later.
Date: 9/28/25 21:43 (UTC)Bakugo slowly opens his eyes, gazing half-unseeing at the wall far behind them. He hates feeling weak, hates feeling as if something's outside his control. But for now, for a short moment, he lets Hiyori carry those burdens. Don't expect him to do so for long. He'll take them back, shoulder his share, and move forward once more.
Of course he blames the house for everything, for bringing them here, for making any of this even possible. There are those who are more responsible than others in the shit going on around the resort, and he isn't letting them off either. But... he had his own hand in this drama and he has to accept that, address it, and make amends before he can see to his future beyond it.
Settled. Yeah, for now it's settled. Just... let him stay in this embrace for a little while longer until he feels ready to let go and stand on his own once more. It's what friends are for.]