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victory_road2021-07-05 04:09 pm
mightdoriya) wrote in victory_road2021-07-05 04:09 pm
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[June had been pretty busy, for Izuku and co. Busy enough that he'd been pretty caught up in training and gym challenges to the point where he'd missed a couple summer events happening in the past few weeks. Probably for the best though, since he'd heard it was a charity auction...one of those kinds where you volunteer yourself to be auctioned off as a date and just...he's not sure he would have been the right choice for that. There's still plenty of heat and summer ahead of them though, plenty of time for other activities. He'd had a great time at the amusement park with Kirishima (and a begrudging Katsuki who was sort of just dragged along), and now he has a Snorlax that's bigger than he is to show for it.
The new month meant it was time to circle back around to Pewter to work on picking up those aforementioned gym badges.
...at least until Izuku's gaggle of energetic Eevees had gotten caught up underneath his feet like a whole lot of needy cats (dogs? foxes??), sending him hurtling head-first over one of those infamous ledges. Not the worst spill he's ever taken, so it's fine! It was fine. He'd picked himself up, dusted himself off, and kept going, completely ignoring the ache in his left wrist because he's felt worse. It's fine.
They'd made it to the Pokemon Center at this point, and Izuku had every intention to just put his team up for healing, same as always. But someone is tired of standing idly by, watching Izuku holding his arm close to himself, wincing, trying very hard not to downplay what is actually an injury that's not going to heal on its own...mostly because he doesn't want to slow the others down. He especially doesn't want to incur Katsuki's wrath, but alas...
The instant he'd sat down on one of the benches to wait for his team to be returned to him, he's finding himself wrapped up in the vine-like green arms of Kamui herself, the big Tangrowth grumbling at Izuku threateningly as she reaches deep into his bag and turns his Gear on, shoving it into his face.]
Kamui-! What's- gotten into you-!
[She grumbles again, leaning over into view with her body squeezing Izuku a little tighter. If he won't listen to reason, maybe the network will- the bruising on his wrist might not be something to be concerned about, but the swelling...]
I tripped Kamui, I'm fine! It's not that bad!
The new month meant it was time to circle back around to Pewter to work on picking up those aforementioned gym badges.
...at least until Izuku's gaggle of energetic Eevees had gotten caught up underneath his feet like a whole lot of needy cats (dogs? foxes??), sending him hurtling head-first over one of those infamous ledges. Not the worst spill he's ever taken, so it's fine! It was fine. He'd picked himself up, dusted himself off, and kept going, completely ignoring the ache in his left wrist because he's felt worse. It's fine.
They'd made it to the Pokemon Center at this point, and Izuku had every intention to just put his team up for healing, same as always. But someone is tired of standing idly by, watching Izuku holding his arm close to himself, wincing, trying very hard not to downplay what is actually an injury that's not going to heal on its own...mostly because he doesn't want to slow the others down. He especially doesn't want to incur Katsuki's wrath, but alas...
The instant he'd sat down on one of the benches to wait for his team to be returned to him, he's finding himself wrapped up in the vine-like green arms of Kamui herself, the big Tangrowth grumbling at Izuku threateningly as she reaches deep into his bag and turns his Gear on, shoving it into his face.]
Kamui-! What's- gotten into you-!
[She grumbles again, leaning over into view with her body squeezing Izuku a little tighter. If he won't listen to reason, maybe the network will- the bruising on his wrist might not be something to be concerned about, but the swelling...]
I tripped Kamui, I'm fine! It's not that bad!
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[He holds up his prosthetic left arm with a wry grin, because yeah why don't we just escalate this!!!]
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O-oh! I...I'm sorry...
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[If anything, he sort of feels guilty for joking about it now? Gallows humor, though, you kinda gotta have it.]
For real, though. They've got like, free healthcare here.
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[It's not. It's broken.]
I didn't want to just rush to the doctor for something like that.
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[Arthur's no doctor, but he's always been the least adventurous, the most anxious, of his friend group. He couldn't say it's broken by looking at it, but he's the sort of person to worry it might be just because.]
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[Or arms. Or legs. Or many, MANY other bones.]
But those incidents were, uh...a lot more intense than falling down a hill.
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Broke things pretty frequently.
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It's easy for that sort of thing to, uh...get a little out of hand if you're not careful with it.
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[And, well...it's different in Izuku's case, as someone who never even had one growing up originally.]
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[He's hardly jealous; Arthur could use his world being a lot less interesting a lot of the time.]
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[That's what Pokemon are for, right?]