[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?
[He puts up no argument whatsoever about Bakugo climbing into the bed naked. It's fine. It's his room anyway, hell, even if it was Scott's room he wouldn't care right now. The mutant just hurries to shuck his own shirt over his head and lowers his jeans down, before he climbs into the bed next to his friend. Dressed only in his briefs now, but it's fine, he's comfortable with it, and the mutant only shuffles closer to his friend until warm skin touches each other.
He doesn't wrap his arms around him though, leaving that up to his choice.]
Won't say no to sleeping in a fancy ass bed for a couple of nights.
[A slightly off handed comment, mostly to make Bakugo feel better about asking that in the first place. Scott is benefitting from luxury sheets and everything! Yeah... something on the surface level, but he's putting it out there anyway.]
[Wouldn't be the first time he's slept naked in his bed, with or without company. A gentle hum breathes across the room as cool air wafts through vents on both wall and floor, another wall-mounted unit capable of even more cooling when he wants it. Admittedly that latter one is a nostalgic throwback to how U.A.'s dorm rooms were set up.
The mattress sinks beneath Scott's hands and knees, erring on the firm side for Bakugo's comfort. Ever the efficient person, he secured an adjustable mattress, capable of changing temperature, firmness, and even texture at his discretion. And on separate sides in case a bedmate wants to gripe about something.
Bakugo rolls onto his side, injured arm turned skyward as he rests his head on his pillow and kicks the sheets and blankets up with a few quick leg motions. Scott's warmth seeps into his body soon enough. He's too tired to bristle at the contact, rather instead leaning into it despite himself. A compromise without arms snaking around him. Smart of him.]
Hmph. If you wanna sleep over, let me know. [He has spare rooms and two pullout couches, plus a few futons and an above-ground cot folded up in a closet. Why? Shut up. It came with the suite. Scott's welcome to come over whenever he wants, so long a he's willing to deal with the default grump.]
[He's honestly not that picky about the mattress, the mutant fully eased on it. If it's comfortable enough with a roof over his head, it's fine. Besides, not like the mattresses on the lower floors are the epitome of high comfort and he's been sleeping on that for almost a year now. Plus, he's really not thinking about that right now, not with Bakugo still slightly tense next to him.
It's there still, he can tell-- probably after falling asleep next to him a few times in the past.]
I will, can't have you hog all this to yourself.
[An immediate retort because he has to, with Scott briefly glancing at Bakugo through his lens. He wants to stay up until Bakugo falls asleep, but if he takes too long... he's honestly not too sure how long he can last, resting by him like this in relative comfort. He's definitely going to try though.]
[Bakugo isn't going to let someone sleep over in his suite and lounge on a shitty mattress in the corner. He might hate the resort, but if he's gonna put in the work to be this rank, he'll make sure the place compensates him accordingly. He went for the rank more out of wanting to use it for others than for himself. His suite's simply one of the perks along the way. And he'll have some fun with it because he can.
Apparently that also includes blowing it the fuck up. Which he's going to blame completely on the House for its shitty suit flare crap. They better take responsibility for their bullshit!]
Hmph. They can compensate me for all the shit they put me through.
[At least he's tense more out of anger than his previous traumatic wreck. Bakugo isn't going to last too long himself. As much as his mind haunts him with threatening nightmares, Scott's presence sheds those threats in a glowing red light. It's sappy and stupid, but... he won't deny it internally this time.]
[There's a flicker of a smile hearing Bakugo's response, a flare of his normal personality peeking through and reassuring Scott that he's not gone. That's how he's seeing it anyway-- it's how he wants to see it. It'll take work, for sure, but that's fine. As long as there's hope, then it's worth keeping at it.
Of course all this sounds fucking cheesy in his head, so he doesn't say it. Instead, the mutant lets his breathing even out, trying to encourage the other teen to copy his breathing and relax and hopefully try to sleep. He's sure that nightmares are gonna happen, hell, he might get smacked in the face, but he'll deal. He'll just add that to Bakugo's debt to him--]
Great, now go to sleep.
[A small murmur, that mixture of trying to relax and trying not to fall asleep first guiding him.]
[Not gone. Broken, bleeding, injured, stained, exhausted, but neither gone, down, or defeated. Scott saw to that himself. Reaching out and clasping the hero's hand until he could pull himself to his feet again. It'll take time, he knows there's no going back to "normal" after this. But he hasn't lost. He won't lose. No matter what this fucking place throws at him or does to him. There are people he cares about who are counting on him. They're far more important than lying down and giving up.
He doesn't recognize his breath slowing to match Scott's rhythm in an unconscious effort for contact and comfort. Listening to the mutant's exhales quiet in the darkness is a rhythm he can focus on. Steady, calming. Relaxing comes later, but exhaustion comes now. Nightmares and dreams, probably gonna invade his head soon enough, hopefully tomorrow rather than tonight. There's no control over when they come... yet his eyes finally fall shut as his consciousness rapidly buckles under a weighty sleep.]
Don't...
[So much for the usual grumpy reprimand to getting ordered around. Bakugo's asleep before the words even make it to his mouth, completely caught up in Scott's warmth and comforting presence. It'll be a draining night, but... he'll make it through.]
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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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Date: 10/27/25 19:35 (UTC)[He puts up no argument whatsoever about Bakugo climbing into the bed naked. It's fine. It's his room anyway, hell, even if it was Scott's room he wouldn't care right now. The mutant just hurries to shuck his own shirt over his head and lowers his jeans down, before he climbs into the bed next to his friend. Dressed only in his briefs now, but it's fine, he's comfortable with it, and the mutant only shuffles closer to his friend until warm skin touches each other.
He doesn't wrap his arms around him though, leaving that up to his choice.]
Won't say no to sleeping in a fancy ass bed for a couple of nights.
[A slightly off handed comment, mostly to make Bakugo feel better about asking that in the first place. Scott is benefitting from luxury sheets and everything! Yeah... something on the surface level, but he's putting it out there anyway.]
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Date: 10/28/25 01:45 (UTC)The mattress sinks beneath Scott's hands and knees, erring on the firm side for Bakugo's comfort. Ever the efficient person, he secured an adjustable mattress, capable of changing temperature, firmness, and even texture at his discretion. And on separate sides in case a bedmate wants to gripe about something.
Bakugo rolls onto his side, injured arm turned skyward as he rests his head on his pillow and kicks the sheets and blankets up with a few quick leg motions. Scott's warmth seeps into his body soon enough. He's too tired to bristle at the contact, rather instead leaning into it despite himself. A compromise without arms snaking around him. Smart of him.]
Hmph. If you wanna sleep over, let me know. [He has spare rooms and two pullout couches, plus a few futons and an above-ground cot folded up in a closet. Why? Shut up. It came with the suite. Scott's welcome to come over whenever he wants, so long a he's willing to deal with the default grump.]
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Date: 10/29/25 18:27 (UTC)It's there still, he can tell-- probably after falling asleep next to him a few times in the past.]
I will, can't have you hog all this to yourself.
[An immediate retort because he has to, with Scott briefly glancing at Bakugo through his lens. He wants to stay up until Bakugo falls asleep, but if he takes too long... he's honestly not too sure how long he can last, resting by him like this in relative comfort. He's definitely going to try though.]
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Date: 10/30/25 05:19 (UTC)Apparently that also includes blowing it the fuck up. Which he's going to blame completely on the House for its shitty suit flare crap. They better take responsibility for their bullshit!]
Hmph. They can compensate me for all the shit they put me through.
[At least he's tense more out of anger than his previous traumatic wreck. Bakugo isn't going to last too long himself. As much as his mind haunts him with threatening nightmares, Scott's presence sheds those threats in a glowing red light. It's sappy and stupid, but... he won't deny it internally this time.]
wrapping up soon? :>
Date: 10/31/25 13:53 (UTC)Of course all this sounds fucking cheesy in his head, so he doesn't say it. Instead, the mutant lets his breathing even out, trying to encourage the other teen to copy his breathing and relax and hopefully try to sleep. He's sure that nightmares are gonna happen, hell, he might get smacked in the face, but he'll deal. He'll just add that to Bakugo's debt to him--]
Great, now go to sleep.
[A small murmur, that mixture of trying to relax and trying not to fall asleep first guiding him.]
🎀 good wrap for me! finish it off if ya like~
Date: 10/31/25 14:08 (UTC)He doesn't recognize his breath slowing to match Scott's rhythm in an unconscious effort for contact and comfort. Listening to the mutant's exhales quiet in the darkness is a rhythm he can focus on. Steady, calming. Relaxing comes later, but exhaustion comes now. Nightmares and dreams, probably gonna invade his head soon enough, hopefully tomorrow rather than tonight. There's no control over when they come... yet his eyes finally fall shut as his consciousness rapidly buckles under a weighty sleep.]
Don't...
[So much for the usual grumpy reprimand to getting ordered around. Bakugo's asleep before the words even make it to his mouth, completely caught up in Scott's warmth and comforting presence. It'll be a draining night, but... he'll make it through.]