[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...]
[This room is definitely decked out, but not surprising given Bakugo's rank. It's not something he really feels jealous about, not now of all times. He's just glad it's big enough for them to easily move around in, not to mention that having a large bed like that is going to be nice for the upcoming night. So, he only takes in his room briefly, before he starts moving to the designated minifridge and grabs a water out from it. He thinks twice about throwing it his way, instead the mutant walking over to his friend and holding it out for him to take.
And... yeah, okay, he still looks like crap and maybe it would be a good idea for him to take shower or bath before turning in for the night. Maybe it will further help and soothe his nerves?]
I can get a bath started for you.
[Might be nice to just sit there for a while instead of standing around in the shower. Of course, washing his hair would be a bigger pain, but whatever. Scott isn't worried about the potential miss.]
[Nothing about it screams gaudy or excessive. Stylish and effective, similar to modern apartments in his own world. The resort tried to shove its own little flairs here and there, but they're few and far between, some only if you looked to find them. Bakugo put his work into making sure his suite fitted with his own designs, aesthetics, and comforts instead of the hotel's preferences.
Left standing in the middle, he's momentarily lost in contemplation, harder to do as it picks through his salvaged mind and tries getting some functional thoughts moving. Thanks for not throwing it, Scott. In his state, it would've whapped him right on the skull or jaw.
Bakugo accepts the water without remark, strong fingers curling round in silent cling. He abruptly grips the cap between his teeth like an animal and twists the bottle via a wrist wrench. Droplets spurt out from the neck, momentarily crunched, and he spits out the cap. Then guzzles the entire thing, chugging as bubbles bloom towards its upturned bottom. Neck muscles strain and flex, throat dips and swells with each gulp, head falling back further and further as he empties it down his gullet. Bakugo drops his upper body forward, breath sucking through his teeth in drowned-man rush.
Fuck... that... helped a little.]
Fine. Don't fill it deep. [He doesn't want to get his bandages wet. Scott's probably gonna have to do a few sponge-bath passes.]
[Maybe he should grab him another bottle before drawing the bath though. Because damn. He chucked that water down like he was a man dying of thirst.
He is glad that Bakugo is staying hydrated though, so the mutant doesn't complain as he turns back around to grab him another bottle and handing it over to his friend before padding his way over to the on suite bathroom. Again, another large space, although not anything too fancy, Scott briefly looking around before he kneels by the tub to get the water started. Of course even in this suite, the water isn't immediately warm, so he waits a bit before plugging the tub and letting it fill.
Sitting here like this though... Scott can't stop himself from exhaling quietly, just really letting everything hit him. Taking care of a close friend like this. It really is the first time he's had to help someone that was this broken down. It's... not nice per se, but he's glad to be here.]
Hey just this once, I'll give you a sponge bath. [Kind of a lie because Scott would give Bakugo a sponge bath during other occasions, he just would give him a harder time about it. Tease him more.]
[There are plenty more in the minifridge. Along with some fruit, snacks, and other little bits you might want to grab while studying or watching something. Bakugo passes the mirror in his room without looking at it. Amazed he hadn't broken the damn thing earlier when he came out of his change.
He silently works on his clothes, peeling his shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor without his usual care. Another time he might've blown up the bottle, but now he's merely discarding it along with his shirt, the material flopping on the floor with a plastic container trapped inside its folds somewhere.
Scott offers him another bottle and he takes it without comment. Twists the cap off similar to the last time, but only brings it partially to his lips for a normal til and drink. No chugging this time. Belt buckle clinks, fly pops, his zipper drags down with a rasp, and he lets the clothing pool around his ankles before stepping out of them, one foot trapping the rest so the other can pull free.
Someone else might offer an apology for making Scott go through something like that, helping him out so broken. If he bothered, the mutant would dismiss it. Stick with a quiet thanks when he's feeling more up to it.]
Hmph. You better hope I don't like it then. [Nowhere near his usual cocky heat, but he forces the words purely out of his damaged pride. Some habits die hard.]
[He briefly glances at Bakugo as he undresses, mostly just double checking to see if he looks injured in any other way. Nothing too bad. Though he definitely needs a bath, with all that residual dirt and stuff clinging to his person. At least his friend has a private bathroom like this, it'd probably be far more of a pain if they had to go to a communal bathroom with prying eyes. Small stupid mercies of this resort right now... even if it's the fucking reason for all this in the first place. Yeah, not giving it any credit. Fuck it.
But after a while, he turns off the water, once it reaches the optimal height.]
Heh, I guess I might give you one in the future then.
[Because Bakugo will like this, he's certain. A small flicker of humor returning to Scott and it's nice to joke with him like this again after everything. Though he is the type to just focus completely on injuries and stuff, something about this feels... okay too.]
[Asides from a few appearing bruises and smaller cuts, nothing's as serious as the injury on his now-bandaged arm. His scars from the war are readily apparent, but those have healed enough by now not to be a danger. Though they do act up every now and then, mostly during sex or exertion or strange temperatures. Scott might have to deal with an episode of those in the cooler months. As he is now, Bakugo probably would've cleared a public bathroom out in fury if he were to shower in such a place.
He hates the resort, but he doesn't regret his suite. He uses it to help other guests more than lounging around himself. (Though he's still proud enough to take pride in its facility.) Bakugo heads into the bathroom, turning the lights down to a dimmer glow. Doesn't need blinding shin tearing his fucking retinas out of his head.]
Then do your best.
[A challenge, despite his current monotone and quiet ire. He stops beside the bath, looking into the water with some kind... hard to say. One part wanting to get in and wash off, one part stupidly telling himself he deserves to stay in the filth.
[He patiently waits as Bakugo stares at the half filled bathtub, letting his friend have that choice of easing himself in and not wanting to rush him. If he waited too long, he might've made a joke about him taking the bath instead, but he wouldn't have pushed. It's still a relief when the blonde eventually eases himself in the tub, Scott letting himself smile briefly as he shrugs off his jacket and pulls up his sleeves.
He'll give Bakugo a few extra seconds to settle in the water, let everything ease his muscles. Start to at least feel a little clean after everything that happened. He's not going to remain like this forever, even if some of it will never go away. At least he can help with the filth, both literally and figurately.
He grabs the sponge and soaks in some water, before he presses it against his friend's skin.]
[hot. another time he'd find it comfortable. right now, it simply sits at a temperature. bakugo slowly crouches down and braces one arm behind him, legs extending below him soon enough to sink a sit within the water. he eases his back to the sloped side, eyes lingering on his faucet across from him. leave him alone in this for more than a minute without word or action and he feels like he'll zone out into some space he shouldn't be going to.
sweat clings to his body, a few flecks of blood and plenty of smoke and dirt. he makes no effort to splash himself or sink below the water licking around his stomach. the longer he stays, the more its heat seeps into him, slowly easing his tension, but also lulling his exhausted body. weird fucking feeling. not completely back in full control of himself. completely drained, yet still pumping adrenaline...
touch. he blinks, shaken from his drifting mind, and glances to scott once more, eyes focusing again.]
[He almost rolls his eyes at the comment, but knowing all the context behind that singular word... it's hard to feel entirely irritated with him. Scott just starts to lightly scrub the sponge against Bakugo's body, the teen leaning forward and close to the tub as he solely focuses on the dirt and grime covering him. Yeah, harder for him to see than most, but he's got this. Slow, but methodical, like the mutant doesn't want to miss a spot. It's something he can at least do, a goal, and it feels good right now when Bakugo's a mess otherwise.
At some point, he quietly tells Bakugo to lean forward so that he can scrub his back. Once he does so, he'll start applying that same motion to the large expanse of skin there, rubbing and cleaning him off.
Scott really doesn't have much to say though, but maybe that's okay for now.]
[Another time, he'd pull Scott in here and taunt him about not being in already when the mutant came up sputtering and splashing. Right now, his only response is tilting or lifting his body when Scott needs him to move. Water drools down his back and front, squeezed out of the sponge with each pressing touch. Covered in thick ruby shade, he's not sure how much of his mess Scott can see. But if he focuses on glisten and glaze. at least he'll know which places he's already cleaned up. Bakugo lets his eyes close when his friend reaches his shoulders, the usual sensations slowly peeking out into his flesh in cautious permission.
Water sloshes around his arms and stomach as he tilts his body, good arm moving to catch the bathtub wall since he doesn't trust his damn core to keep himself in a half plank position. Back muscles thicken and shift under his skin when Scott rubs over them, reacting on instinct rather than demand.
He should say something... but his mouth stays shut for now.]
[Usually he's pretty good at coming up with things to fill the silence, but he's just sort of gotten himself in this routine of letting the quiet scrubbing of sponge against skin echo between them. Well, along with those occasional directions, with Scott reaching new areas when Bakugo complies and moves. The water is definitely becoming less clean by the minute, but at least it's off his friend now and soon will be drained and gone.
He thinks it's a major improvement. He thinks Bakugo is starting to feel a little more relaxed too, even if some parts of him are still tense.
There's one moment where Scott rests his free hand against Bakugo's shoulder, gripping it lightly, before he resumes working on those shifting muscles.]
How are you feeling?
[A basic question, but one that Scott wants to ask now.]
[Bakugo's never been someone to want silence filled in with mindless chatter. Hes fine sitting in quiet, focusing on something else, whether it's reading, studying, messing with his gear. One of the reasons he likes cooking for himself rather than sitting in a restaurant trying to make small talk. Then again... chatterboxes piss him off as well, so lose lose situation. Scott's quiet lets him rest, pushing through the mess in his mind, bolstered by the mutant's presence so he can't go sliding back into the darker parts all over again.
Silty water, small bits of blood dissolving within its confines, salt leaking from sweat and tears. He's been in dirtier baths after crawling out of rubble and fighting monsters made of earth, but feels like gross is rinsed off and now mires around his hips in the tub. Gonna have to scrub the fucking thing later...
A hand on his shoulder. He glances towards it despite himself, taking far too much note of all his touch's details. Fingertips, crease on his joints, the central row of palm callouses.]
Still feel like shit. [Internally. Externally, he's doing better.] Fucking hate this place.
[Fair enough. Scott isn't going to be the one to tell him otherwise, especially not right now. This place is fucking horrible even if it tries to disguise itself through gold and glamor. Doesn't erase anything that's happened, from being brought here without warning to being influenced against their will. So much for this place only encouraging 'sexual' stuff, not like that is much better either.
He continues to wash Bakugo down after that simple response, but it's not long before he'll be completely done.]
Want to sit in there for a couple of minutes? [He'll grab some towels and pajamas in the mean time.]
[Another time and his mind would be wandering on theories about how a sex-crazed resort would also enjoy fucking over people to the point of emotional or mental torment. Why the hell would it present itself as a glittering paradise and yet have a damn dungeon beneath all the gold? It's not even a threat to keep them out of the basement! It's pure sadistic enjoyment! ... Tch, there are a lot of implications to the word "perverse" if you think about it.
Bakugo's not thinking. Much. Scott's touch wanders from place to place, his mind focuses on each contact so nothing else can spend much time in his head.]
Aa. I'll drain it and rinse the tub.
[At least he's starting to come back to his usual self.]
[He lets his hands rest against Bakugo's shoulders for a few prolonged seconds, warm hands touching his wet skin and letting that comfort speak for itself. Supporting, still here, with just a subtle strengthening of that grip before he pulls his hands away. From there, Scott almost smoothly gets up from the floor, legs extending with a small crack before he nods at his friend.
Sure, he can drain the tub. He figures it might give something Bakugo to do in the mean time as he gets the stuff for his friend to slip into.]
Okay, I'll be right back.
[He'll probably take his time getting the clothes for him, figuring that he might want some time to himself after Scott's been with him constantly for the past hour or so. Of course if he hears any loud noises or shit, he'll be running straight back here.] Don't have too much fun.
[No headrush or numb legs. Scott must've kept his limbs occupied while he was washing him off. Bakugo waits for Scott to leave the room before he tries moving again. This time his arms and legs respond to his commands. He favors his injured arm for now, but uses the sponge and cloth Scott had washed him off with to silently wipe down the bathtub walls as the water ran towards its spiraling destination in the middle of the tub.
Flecks of dirt and grime gets slopped with water and wiped with cloth, pushed back down until the tub walls are pristine once more. Wet sucking noises preface a telltale gurgle as the water finally finishes its exit. Bakugo twists on the faucet and uses clean water to rinse the tub walls for good. Then shuts it off and pushes himself to his feet. They cooperate. Good for them.
Too much fun. Right. He appreciates having some time to himself. Testing his mind and thoughts. They're good now, safe from falling back into a pit his sturdy heart is working on barricading. Never able to erase it or fill it, but everyone's got their own limits. He steps out of the tub as Scott returns, rubbing water at the side of his neck and dripping all over the bathtub rug.]
Next thing I know, this place is gonna be offering fucking psyche evals.
[No noises, no shouting. He's glad. Of course he's not so naive in thinking that Bakugo is fine now, but it seems like this temporary separation between them is good. Gives Scott a chance to breathe for a second too, letting himself stare down at his hands and the way they're clenched around a towel from thinking about how much this place has fucked with his friend. It really digs at something in him, a certain feeling of just wanting to blast this place even if he can't actually destroy these walls.
Besides, getting angry won't help either of them. So, just shove emotions back, focus on what's important... the well-being of the other hero. It's a small internal chant he gives himself before picking up everything that he said he'll bring.
And returning to the bathroom with towels and clothes in hand, something almost proud beats in his chest as he sees Bakugo get up from the tub and looking far cleaner and like himself.
He's even snarking. A small snort leaves him at that.]
Don't wanna see anyone's evaluations, especially not if they're the doctors in charge.
[But he steps closer to Bakugo, one hand offering him a towel while he starts drying his face with the spare in his hand. Partly to mess with him, but mostly because he wants to just... touch him a little more like this. Nothing sexual, but intimate in its own way, his treatment almost gentle without being condescending. He doesn't view Bakugo as weak, just a small acknowledgment that things are just a bit shit right now.]
[There's no going back to "fine" after such an injury. Heroes so often say they're "fine" for many reasons. Not wanting their companions to worry about them. Not wanting to be a burden to their partners. Not wanting the people they're protecting to be afraid. Not wanting to be seen as weak or in pain. Bakugo is one of those who grumpily snarls he's "fine" when someone asks if he's okay. And the people who know him will know he's covering shit up with such a tiny simple word. But each foot he puts in front of the other is one more proof he's "fine" regardless.
He knows Scott's angry and scared beneath all his concerned focus. The adrenaline is wearing off. Personal fury over someone he cares about being wrecked. A twisting ball in his stomach over whether he did the best he could or what he'll do if it happens again. Cold weight as thoughts of "next time" crawl through his mind. Bakugo's had those very same reactions when he'd been in Scott's place.
He just... never wanted to be the one who was the cause of those thoughts in someone else. To be the reason his friend was left shivering under his skin and twisting a towel in his hands hard enough to threaten the terrycloth's life with a torquing strangle. A boiling, raging urge to blow everything down. Yeah... he's been there before.
He's glad Scott's angry about it. What was it Mountain Head's mother said to him? "Koji. Become a man who gets angry when someone laughs at those you care about." Friendship isn't sweetness and good feelings all the time. It makes him feel a little better inside.]
Che. Those shitty quacks would only tell you to go fuck someone and it'll all be better.
[Sarcasm and bitter irritation digs in his voice as he takes the offered towel and begins wiping at his shoulder and chest. A small "mph" puffs into the towel when Scott paps him in the face with it. Ugh, what is he, his mother? He doesn't need him wiping at him like he's some damn five year old! ... While he does nothing to stop said wiping. Might growl a bit, but he lets him. Because despite himself, being cared about feels good. It helps when things are a bit shit.]
[A small snort, derisive but acknowledging. Yeah, Bakugo is right about that. The shitty doctors here would just tell everyone to go fuck their sadness or grief away. Yeah, he doesn't need advice like that. Neither does his friend-- or anyone, probably. If he had trouble listening to adults at his old school, there's no chance he'll listen to the staff at a resort that kidnapped them in the first place.
He continues to dry the face in front of him with the towel in hand, not quite reaching super hard to dab every corner, but still getting most of it before pulling his hand away. Only so that he can settle his friend with a serious look once more.]
They don't need yours either.
[Even if the resort is the reason why this current trauma happened, but Scott just feels like saying it anyway. It's important.] You have me.
[And whoever else Bakugo may rely on. He's sure there are others, but the mutant is making his stance be known even if he's already fully expressed it through action alone.]
[A single sound from Scott tells him the mutant's in full agreement. For whatever reason, it strokes his pride a little and makes his chest feel a tiny bit lighter. Having someone agree with him and back up his thoughts... Who doesn't want to feel validated? He was a stubborn guy anyways. While Bakugo didn't have a problem with following authority so much as respecting said authority, he doesn't give a shit about the "law" in the resort. Especially not now.
Bakugo turns his head and presses it against the towel, wiping his face off on Scott's cloth-covered hands as much as the teen's doing it for him. Dampness clings to his hair, sticking smaller spikes to larger in a strange clump, but it'll dry off soon enough. Pats and wipes carry the other towel along his body, cleaning the water from his skin.]
They're not getting shit from me. [There's something darker in his voice, a seeded anger thick beneath the rough tone. He'd already been stolen from, violated in his core, an indisputable fact his own powerless was shoved down his throat and choked him. But... no amount of broken bones, torn muscles, or rocked spirit is going to stop him from getting up. Broken, bleeding, tearful, he's continue to rise until he achieves his victory.
Yet... for some reason... Bakugo turns his head, a quiet expression on his face strangely unreadable. Relief. Surprise. Calm. Curious. Annoyed. Who knows. He only looks at Scott for a few seconds, hearing his statement in his head several times over. You have me.
... he needed to hear those words more than he thought possible.] Thank you.
[Mostly dry now, except for small water clinging to his hair, but Scott figures that it's good enough. He almost carelessly dumps the towel on the ground-- it's not really his focus, and he'll clean it up later or whatever when he's not staring at his still recovering friend. Eyes with some spark back in them, which good, even if he also hears that slight edge in his voice, signifying the deeply rooted anger in him too.
Something to maybe keep an eye on.
He doesn't want to lose Bakugo to some... bullshit thoughts. He knows it's possible after shit like this. He never personally dealt with it, but Jean's struggled with bad nightmares and stuff before. Visions. Not the same, but. She also needed to be pulled out of her head sometimes.]
...Yeah, no problem. Why I'm here.
[Voice clear, firm. There isn't a hint of doubt anywhere in it. A part of him almost wants to turn away and just grab his clothes from behind so that he wouldn't be under that expression that is unreadable and yet filled with so much emotion, but he's taking it head on. Feels important.]
[Another time, Bakugo would snap at him for dropping his towel on the ground like that. Despite his demeanor and aggressive attitude, he cares about keeping clean and neat, both his person and his living area. He doesn't even look at the towel as he tosses his own to the side, landing it effortlessly on the back of a chair near his desk. Put it on the proper hook later. All he cares about right now is crashing into his bed beside the mutant currently anchoring him.
Injured but clean, weak but recovering, Bakugo's not going anywhere. Clawed and dragged his way out of the pit before, guided and encouraged by a crimson light and strong voice, he's in no danger of being lost at the moment. But he's not stupid enough to think this is over. Nightmares. Trauma. PTSD. Triggers. They'll be there, left scarred on his mind and psyche as much as his body's endured scars from the wars back home.
But... he has Scott. Scott's here. A call away.]
Stay with me tomorrow. [Half request, half gruff order. Willing to silently admit he isn't alright yet. He still needs someone to rely on for a bit longer. Getting dressed isn't really on his mind and he simply collapses naked on his bed, sheets and blankets rustling with the impact.] Getting in?
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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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Date: 10/5/25 22:39 (UTC)And... yeah, okay, he still looks like crap and maybe it would be a good idea for him to take shower or bath before turning in for the night. Maybe it will further help and soothe his nerves?]
I can get a bath started for you.
[Might be nice to just sit there for a while instead of standing around in the shower. Of course, washing his hair would be a bigger pain, but whatever. Scott isn't worried about the potential miss.]
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Date: 10/6/25 01:29 (UTC)Left standing in the middle, he's momentarily lost in contemplation, harder to do as it picks through his salvaged mind and tries getting some functional thoughts moving. Thanks for not throwing it, Scott. In his state, it would've whapped him right on the skull or jaw.
Bakugo accepts the water without remark, strong fingers curling round in silent cling. He abruptly grips the cap between his teeth like an animal and twists the bottle via a wrist wrench. Droplets spurt out from the neck, momentarily crunched, and he spits out the cap. Then guzzles the entire thing, chugging as bubbles bloom towards its upturned bottom. Neck muscles strain and flex, throat dips and swells with each gulp, head falling back further and further as he empties it down his gullet. Bakugo drops his upper body forward, breath sucking through his teeth in drowned-man rush.
Fuck... that... helped a little.]
Fine. Don't fill it deep. [He doesn't want to get his bandages wet. Scott's probably gonna have to do a few sponge-bath passes.]
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Date: 10/7/25 19:03 (UTC)[Maybe he should grab him another bottle before drawing the bath though. Because damn. He chucked that water down like he was a man dying of thirst.
He is glad that Bakugo is staying hydrated though, so the mutant doesn't complain as he turns back around to grab him another bottle and handing it over to his friend before padding his way over to the on suite bathroom. Again, another large space, although not anything too fancy, Scott briefly looking around before he kneels by the tub to get the water started. Of course even in this suite, the water isn't immediately warm, so he waits a bit before plugging the tub and letting it fill.
Sitting here like this though... Scott can't stop himself from exhaling quietly, just really letting everything hit him. Taking care of a close friend like this. It really is the first time he's had to help someone that was this broken down. It's... not nice per se, but he's glad to be here.]
Hey just this once, I'll give you a sponge bath. [Kind of a lie because Scott would give Bakugo a sponge bath during other occasions, he just would give him a harder time about it. Tease him more.]
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Date: 10/7/25 23:48 (UTC)He silently works on his clothes, peeling his shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor without his usual care. Another time he might've blown up the bottle, but now he's merely discarding it along with his shirt, the material flopping on the floor with a plastic container trapped inside its folds somewhere.
Scott offers him another bottle and he takes it without comment. Twists the cap off similar to the last time, but only brings it partially to his lips for a normal til and drink. No chugging this time. Belt buckle clinks, fly pops, his zipper drags down with a rasp, and he lets the clothing pool around his ankles before stepping out of them, one foot trapping the rest so the other can pull free.
Someone else might offer an apology for making Scott go through something like that, helping him out so broken. If he bothered, the mutant would dismiss it. Stick with a quiet thanks when he's feeling more up to it.]
Hmph. You better hope I don't like it then. [Nowhere near his usual cocky heat, but he forces the words purely out of his damaged pride. Some habits die hard.]
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Date: 10/9/25 15:39 (UTC)But after a while, he turns off the water, once it reaches the optimal height.]
Heh, I guess I might give you one in the future then.
[Because Bakugo will like this, he's certain. A small flicker of humor returning to Scott and it's nice to joke with him like this again after everything. Though he is the type to just focus completely on injuries and stuff, something about this feels... okay too.]
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Date: 10/10/25 13:44 (UTC)He hates the resort, but he doesn't regret his suite. He uses it to help other guests more than lounging around himself. (Though he's still proud enough to take pride in its facility.) Bakugo heads into the bathroom, turning the lights down to a dimmer glow. Doesn't need blinding shin tearing his fucking retinas out of his head.]
Then do your best.
[A challenge, despite his current monotone and quiet ire. He stops beside the bath, looking into the water with some kind... hard to say. One part wanting to get in and wash off, one part stupidly telling himself he deserves to stay in the filth.
He shoves it away and steps in.]
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Date: 10/12/25 17:53 (UTC)He'll give Bakugo a few extra seconds to settle in the water, let everything ease his muscles. Start to at least feel a little clean after everything that happened. He's not going to remain like this forever, even if some of it will never go away. At least he can help with the filth, both literally and figurately.
He grabs the sponge and soaks in some water, before he presses it against his friend's skin.]
Just relax, alright?
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Date: 10/13/25 02:46 (UTC)sweat clings to his body, a few flecks of blood and plenty of smoke and dirt. he makes no effort to splash himself or sink below the water licking around his stomach. the longer he stays, the more its heat seeps into him, slowly easing his tension, but also lulling his exhausted body. weird fucking feeling. not completely back in full control of himself. completely drained, yet still pumping adrenaline...
touch. he blinks, shaken from his drifting mind, and glances to scott once more, eyes focusing again.]
Fine.
[he'll try.]
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Date: 10/14/25 20:25 (UTC)At some point, he quietly tells Bakugo to lean forward so that he can scrub his back. Once he does so, he'll start applying that same motion to the large expanse of skin there, rubbing and cleaning him off.
Scott really doesn't have much to say though, but maybe that's okay for now.]
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Date: 10/15/25 03:32 (UTC)Water sloshes around his arms and stomach as he tilts his body, good arm moving to catch the bathtub wall since he doesn't trust his damn core to keep himself in a half plank position. Back muscles thicken and shift under his skin when Scott rubs over them, reacting on instinct rather than demand.
He should say something... but his mouth stays shut for now.]
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Date: 10/16/25 17:30 (UTC)He thinks it's a major improvement. He thinks Bakugo is starting to feel a little more relaxed too, even if some parts of him are still tense.
There's one moment where Scott rests his free hand against Bakugo's shoulder, gripping it lightly, before he resumes working on those shifting muscles.]
How are you feeling?
[A basic question, but one that Scott wants to ask now.]
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Date: 10/17/25 05:20 (UTC)Silty water, small bits of blood dissolving within its confines, salt leaking from sweat and tears. He's been in dirtier baths after crawling out of rubble and fighting monsters made of earth, but feels like gross is rinsed off and now mires around his hips in the tub. Gonna have to scrub the fucking thing later...
A hand on his shoulder. He glances towards it despite himself, taking far too much note of all his touch's details. Fingertips, crease on his joints, the central row of palm callouses.]
Still feel like shit. [Internally. Externally, he's doing better.] Fucking hate this place.
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Date: 10/19/25 19:10 (UTC)[Fair enough. Scott isn't going to be the one to tell him otherwise, especially not right now. This place is fucking horrible even if it tries to disguise itself through gold and glamor. Doesn't erase anything that's happened, from being brought here without warning to being influenced against their will. So much for this place only encouraging 'sexual' stuff, not like that is much better either.
He continues to wash Bakugo down after that simple response, but it's not long before he'll be completely done.]
Want to sit in there for a couple of minutes? [He'll grab some towels and pajamas in the mean time.]
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Date: 10/20/25 01:26 (UTC)Bakugo's not thinking. Much. Scott's touch wanders from place to place, his mind focuses on each contact so nothing else can spend much time in his head.]
Aa. I'll drain it and rinse the tub.
[At least he's starting to come back to his usual self.]
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Date: 10/20/25 20:46 (UTC)Sure, he can drain the tub. He figures it might give something Bakugo to do in the mean time as he gets the stuff for his friend to slip into.]
Okay, I'll be right back.
[He'll probably take his time getting the clothes for him, figuring that he might want some time to himself after Scott's been with him constantly for the past hour or so. Of course if he hears any loud noises or shit, he'll be running straight back here.] Don't have too much fun.
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Date: 10/20/25 23:29 (UTC)Flecks of dirt and grime gets slopped with water and wiped with cloth, pushed back down until the tub walls are pristine once more. Wet sucking noises preface a telltale gurgle as the water finally finishes its exit. Bakugo twists on the faucet and uses clean water to rinse the tub walls for good. Then shuts it off and pushes himself to his feet. They cooperate. Good for them.
Too much fun. Right. He appreciates having some time to himself. Testing his mind and thoughts. They're good now, safe from falling back into a pit his sturdy heart is working on barricading. Never able to erase it or fill it, but everyone's got their own limits. He steps out of the tub as Scott returns, rubbing water at the side of his neck and dripping all over the bathtub rug.]
Next thing I know, this place is gonna be offering fucking psyche evals.
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Date: 10/21/25 17:40 (UTC)Besides, getting angry won't help either of them. So, just shove emotions back, focus on what's important... the well-being of the other hero. It's a small internal chant he gives himself before picking up everything that he said he'll bring.
And returning to the bathroom with towels and clothes in hand, something almost proud beats in his chest as he sees Bakugo get up from the tub and looking far cleaner and like himself.
He's even snarking. A small snort leaves him at that.]
Don't wanna see anyone's evaluations, especially not if they're the doctors in charge.
[But he steps closer to Bakugo, one hand offering him a towel while he starts drying his face with the spare in his hand. Partly to mess with him, but mostly because he wants to just... touch him a little more like this. Nothing sexual, but intimate in its own way, his treatment almost gentle without being condescending. He doesn't view Bakugo as weak, just a small acknowledgment that things are just a bit shit right now.]
Probably give me a piss score.
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Date: 10/22/25 02:15 (UTC)He knows Scott's angry and scared beneath all his concerned focus. The adrenaline is wearing off. Personal fury over someone he cares about being wrecked. A twisting ball in his stomach over whether he did the best he could or what he'll do if it happens again. Cold weight as thoughts of "next time" crawl through his mind. Bakugo's had those very same reactions when he'd been in Scott's place.
He just... never wanted to be the one who was the cause of those thoughts in someone else. To be the reason his friend was left shivering under his skin and twisting a towel in his hands hard enough to threaten the terrycloth's life with a torquing strangle. A boiling, raging urge to blow everything down. Yeah... he's been there before.
He's glad Scott's angry about it. What was it Mountain Head's mother said to him? "Koji. Become a man who gets angry when someone laughs at those you care about." Friendship isn't sweetness and good feelings all the time. It makes him feel a little better inside.]
Che. Those shitty quacks would only tell you to go fuck someone and it'll all be better.
[Sarcasm and bitter irritation digs in his voice as he takes the offered towel and begins wiping at his shoulder and chest. A small "mph" puffs into the towel when Scott paps him in the face with it. Ugh, what is he, his mother? He doesn't need him wiping at him like he's some damn five year old! ... While he does nothing to stop said wiping. Might growl a bit, but he lets him. Because despite himself, being cared about feels good. It helps when things are a bit shit.]
Hmph. They don't need to know your traumas.
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Date: 10/22/25 19:43 (UTC)He continues to dry the face in front of him with the towel in hand, not quite reaching super hard to dab every corner, but still getting most of it before pulling his hand away. Only so that he can settle his friend with a serious look once more.]
They don't need yours either.
[Even if the resort is the reason why this current trauma happened, but Scott just feels like saying it anyway. It's important.] You have me.
[And whoever else Bakugo may rely on. He's sure there are others, but the mutant is making his stance be known even if he's already fully expressed it through action alone.]
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Date: 10/23/25 15:22 (UTC)Bakugo turns his head and presses it against the towel, wiping his face off on Scott's cloth-covered hands as much as the teen's doing it for him. Dampness clings to his hair, sticking smaller spikes to larger in a strange clump, but it'll dry off soon enough. Pats and wipes carry the other towel along his body, cleaning the water from his skin.]
They're not getting shit from me. [There's something darker in his voice, a seeded anger thick beneath the rough tone. He'd already been stolen from, violated in his core, an indisputable fact his own powerless was shoved down his throat and choked him. But... no amount of broken bones, torn muscles, or rocked spirit is going to stop him from getting up. Broken, bleeding, tearful, he's continue to rise until he achieves his victory.
Yet... for some reason... Bakugo turns his head, a quiet expression on his face strangely unreadable. Relief. Surprise. Calm. Curious. Annoyed. Who knows. He only looks at Scott for a few seconds, hearing his statement in his head several times over. You have me.
... he needed to hear those words more than he thought possible.] Thank you.
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Date: 10/24/25 18:18 (UTC)Something to maybe keep an eye on.
He doesn't want to lose Bakugo to some... bullshit thoughts. He knows it's possible after shit like this. He never personally dealt with it, but Jean's struggled with bad nightmares and stuff before. Visions. Not the same, but. She also needed to be pulled out of her head sometimes.]
...Yeah, no problem. Why I'm here.
[Voice clear, firm. There isn't a hint of doubt anywhere in it. A part of him almost wants to turn away and just grab his clothes from behind so that he wouldn't be under that expression that is unreadable and yet filled with so much emotion, but he's taking it head on. Feels important.]
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Date: 10/25/25 14:34 (UTC)Injured but clean, weak but recovering, Bakugo's not going anywhere. Clawed and dragged his way out of the pit before, guided and encouraged by a crimson light and strong voice, he's in no danger of being lost at the moment. But he's not stupid enough to think this is over. Nightmares. Trauma. PTSD. Triggers. They'll be there, left scarred on his mind and psyche as much as his body's endured scars from the wars back home.
But... he has Scott. Scott's here. A call away.]
Stay with me tomorrow. [Half request, half gruff order. Willing to silently admit he isn't alright yet. He still needs someone to rely on for a bit longer. Getting dressed isn't really on his mind and he simply collapses naked on his bed, sheets and blankets rustling with the impact.] Getting in?
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