Who: Bakugou + CR Where: Olivine When: Backdated to around Dec 3rd Summary: just canon update things. Waking up finally Rating: PG13 for mentions of violence probably Log:
There's always that groggy sensation that comes from waking up. Usually the brain doesn't take too long to process the transition from a sleeping state to a waking one, but for one Bakugou Katsuki it's taking more time to boot up than what is his usual. The first thought that is going through his mind is that "this feels kind of familiar." Familiar in the sense that he's feeling like complete and utter shit. Body too heavy and unable to really remember when it had been that he had actually fallen asleep. Surely he shouldn't be this exhausted from chasing down one shitty nerd and dragging his pathetic ass back to where he should be, right?
Yet as his eyes start to flutter open, he's not met with a familiar ceiling of his room or the school. It's one he doesn't recognize at all. That's when awareness hits him like ice filling his veins. Where is he? What's going on? So immediately Katsuki is sitting up from the bed in a rush, grunting and holding his injured side like it's still tender when he had been moving around okay before. Sure, his injuries still are in a place where a full recovery is going to take a while, but he shouldn't be this sore. Rather it feels like he had been torn open again not too long ago - an experience that he knows well because of how many times his injuries had opened as Katsuki had insisted upon training despite the fact that he should be resting and recovering to the fullest. The issue here is that he's waking up in a place that he doesn't immediately recognize.
If he isn't stopped, he's going to get up because he has no idea where he is and what's going on and that's starting to make him do something. Something probably stupid and reckless.
It had been a fiasco and Kirishima only knows about half of it. The things that had happened in their world - that was, the world they were currently living in according to his reckoning - consisted of Katsuki passing out and an all-hands-on-deck call out to the network, resulting in one of their friends temporarily sending over a healing Pokemon to be sure he was stabilized after he just started leaking blood. There was an air lift back to Olivine for the hospital and apologies all around for all the people he'd sent ahead to Cianwood. Answers for just what the fuck had happened had been sparing and unsatisfactory to be sure.
In the end, if Katsuki tries to get up, he may or may not find Typh as the first barrier to overcome, as Kirishima would have left her in her trainer's hospital room for this exact reason. The second barrier is a buff, light lilac approximation of a man who's posted up by the door with his arms crossed. Rather than address anyone in the room, however, Machoke opens the door to the hospital hallway and gives a loud, guttural grunt down it. The distant murmur of conversation stops and finally, finally something semi-familiar comes into view a few more seconds later in the form of everyone's favorite redhead - well, actually no longer a total redhead.
With the winter coming close, practicality, and maybe a few subliminal signals from Katsuki, Eijiro was letting his roots grow out. He nearly comes barreling past the room, snagging at the doorway hard enough his fingers ripple a little with his temporarily-restored Quirk; of course Katsuki would go ahead and wake up in time for Weird Weekend. His relief is obvious as he sees Katsuki, as is the way he's tuning himself down/back to suit the calm the situation needs.
"Hey! Hold on, don't get up." Kirishima rasps as he walks through the door, approaching the blonde and possibly manhandling him back into bed if necessary, while his Machoke wordlessly leaves past him and shuts the door behind. No doubt their other friends want to see Katsuki too and Kirishima couldn't in good consciousness deny them... Fortunately for him, Machoke knows what his trainer actually wants and has no qualms telling people to fuck off for him to have it.
One of the problems here is that his brain hasn't quite caught up to the fact that he is here, in this world. Rather, Katsuki is still very much caught up with the thought of he had just been home. There's an issue where memories and the like are just being jumbled around. He ha all but forgotten about this place and being here upon falling asleep but now that he's awake everything is just fighting for dominance in his brain.
Hence the reason that he pushes Typh's face away and is just going ahead and getting up one way or another. That's where he runs into Machoke.
"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY!"
Since there's only a vague recollection. There's nothing definite there as Katsuki bypasses panic and whatever fears that come from waking up in a place he doesn't recognize. Fight or flight is at work now and apparently he has chosen to do both in varying degrees. His hands are already snapping and popping with the looming thread of just blasting the thing for barring his escape when Eijiro pops through the door instead.
He should definitely anticipate manhandling Bakugou.
Maybe it's fortunate for everyone besides Kirishima he becomes a body blockade between Katsuki and his starter Pokemon. He doesn't hesitate to get right into Katsuki's space despite the warning crackle of those deadly hands.
"Are you kiddin' me, man? Get back into bed!" Eijiro's voice goes incredulous with reproach. He wraps an arm around the blonde's waist in case he falls but is mostly going to try and use his weight to walk the unruly patient back to the aforementioned bed. "You're hurt, dummy! Don't make it worse!"
Though is it bad Kirishima's kind of relieved? A shouting Bakugou is a Bakugou on the upswing for sure.
Just because he's not immediately blowing up Kirishima's face doesn't mean that he's going to be exactly docile. There's already a snarl in his tone because his brain is just trying to process too much information right now.
"I'm fine!" Going to shout that even as he's trying to push passed Kirishima. "Been fine for weeks!"
Okay so that's a bit of a stretch. He's been working and training for a couple, but he hadn't exactly been fine.
"You also get out of my way! THE HELL AMI ANYWAY!?"
It's been months and Kirishima probably couldn't live up to the boy who left U.A. a year ago, but he still remembers the basics of activating his Quirk. Bakugou tries to push at and past him and Eijiro hardens his legs up to the shins, planting himself and shifting his arms so that both of them are around the blonde. There's a lot he lets Bakugou get away with, but he can be just as bull-headed when he wants to.
"In the hospital! Where you've been for a week because you were in a FUCKING COMA, BAKUGOU!" Going to try and lift Katsuki off the ground at this point, chest to chest, and attempt to carry him back. Hopefully the other doesn't get any bright ideas about breaking his sock-clad toes on Eijiro's shins. "NOW GET THE HELL BACK IN BED SO WE CAN TALK! THERE'S NOWHERE ELSE TO BE!"
Apparently the hospital - can it really be called that in this world? - doesn't really feel like releasing Katsuki just yet. After being told about what set Izuku and Kirishima into a panic, the blonde can sort of understand why. It has to really be something to sit there and just watch your friend pass out. Then out of nowhere, said friend starts to bleed. Yeah, okay. The blonde really can't be too pissed at them for the actions that they felt like they had to take. Too bad that if they had just waited then the situation would have taken care of itself. However, because of that, he's still stuck in this shitty bed.
On the plus side, Katsuki isn't confused anymore. He knows exactly where he is and what's going on. That initial confusion now out of the way, he supposes that he can stay put for now. If not for the looks that he gets from his shitty travel companions every time he tries to get up or talk about leaving and just dealing with it, his Typhlosion elects to rest the upper half of her body across his legs. According to Typh, he is not to be going anywhere either. So he's stuck here at the mercy of anyone who decides to come into the room.
Said room probably looks like a miniature menagerie too. With his Typhlosion there, she takes up quite a bit of space. A Sylveon sleeps at the foot of his bed with an Emolga hanging out on the windowsill. Katsuki is totally outmatched here and he looks cranky for it.
Seeing what he saw on the network that day had taken his heart into his throat and his mind right back to that god damn war. Hearing Kirishima's momentary panic wasn't anything too kindly either. That also isn't something he ever wants to hear again and already dreads that maybe one day he will hear.
The pokemon around the room aren't an issue for Shoto as he opens the door and peeks in to be sure Bakugo is awake. When he sees that he is, Shoto steps through with his Espurr towing along the Mimikyu and his usual teacup on his shoulder. Bakugo has his entourage and Todoroki has his when he's too stressed out. "You scared everyone."
Is that hello? It's hello. It's not even Bakugo's fault, but he scared them. "At least you're saying in." Even if it's the pokemon keeping him, likely. Shoto sets down his backpack off his shoulders and pats the side of it for his Espurr to start going through. He's brought snacks for the pokemon to eat while they diligently babysit Bakugo which are passed out by the Mimikyu with the longer arm to the larger pokemon. Helping himself to a chair at the head of Bakugo's bed, he sits down if he's invited, yelled at or not. It's his turn to keep an eye on the grumpy bastard and he takes it with bitter-sweet glee. "Are you thirsty? Hungry? Uncomfortable?"
Hearing the Half n Half Bastard's voice draws his attention away from the walls and onto the doorway. When had he - oh. Oh this asshole is just pulling up a chair isn't he? Making himself at fucking home. Katsuki wishes that he could be fully surprised or even register anything like that. But no. No, this is exactly the sort of shirt that Todoroki would pull.
"There was nothing to worry about in the first place," he grouses, pushing himself against the back of the bed. "They just needed to fucking wait."
However, Bakugou doesn't know if he'd have acted any different. In the absence of knowledge about what had happened, they have been trained to approach these situations differently. Of course his assholes would seek out help and then make a scene.
That's right, hippity hoppity this chair is now his temporary property. It's where he's decided he's going to be and it's like moving a mountain when Shoto decides something. Might be easier to convince him of something else, but maybe not so much wherein he has parked himself right here.
In defense of both of his friends, Shoto speaks the obvious that Bakugo is already thinking. "You were bleeding out of nowhere." Well, not out of nowhere, it was out of his body, where the blood is stored. "They reacted appropriately."
As for what he thought Bakugo was, a momentarily confused pull of his eyebrows crosses his face. That's right, he's actually trying to consider if that's a question or a statement. It might be both and he's never entirely sure. "...In a hospital bed where you might be any one of those things I could easily help with?" That might cover it, but he's still tenuous on if he's right that Bakugo was asking or not. "It's easier for me to get up and move around. Mainly because my pokemon won't keep me from getting up."
There's a reason he brought his Meowstic. Toshiro lets exactly zero people do exactly zero things if Shoto seems distressed about it. "Is that a Typhlosion?" Maybe a change of topic will keep them from fighting. Maybe.
"I wasn't bleeding out of nowhere..." Katsuki snorts. "If they woulda been patient, the injury would have mostly sealed itself up within a couple of minutes."
Of course those couple of minutes could have been critical too, right? The blonde is fully aware that he had been something close to death's door or very critically injured given how everyone had been reacting. Bakugou hadn't really cared to hear the details upon his waking. Not at the hospital. Not here either.
"Tch. Icyhot, I'm not an invalid. I can get up and move around on my own," he huffs. Honestly, people are overreacting? Katsuki's already been out training. Fighting. Or maybe he should just call it search and rescue. Yet everyone here seems to think that he should just stay put for a while. It makes him irritated. His blood boils a little but at least his temper has simmered somewhat.
Enough that changing the subject is probably best for all involved.
"Yeah, she is. She's pretty damn fussy too. Won't get lost for even a moment."
Now Katsuki complains, yes. However said Typhlosion merely gets to her hind legs. She puts her paws on the edge of the bed and licks the entirely of Bakugou's face.
Shoto's jaw is very clearly set. His teeth are to the point of clenched not to bite back at Bakugo about how ridiculous he sounded just now. And that was not a thing that Shoto ever thought of Bakugo before. Given that the youngest Todoroki doesn't deal well with stress, or loss, the likelihood is he would have regretted it and is glad that he can move on instead.
"You'll have to find a new name for me. I don't have my quirk anymore." It's not said with spite, it's just to say anything other than what he wants to. It's also nice to see Bakugo have to deal with the love of a creature. "That's good to have someone to look out for you. This world is just as dangerous as ours from what I'm supposed to understand. I haven't seen it be dangerous, personally."
To which his Meowstic wishes he could remind Todoroki that building a certain someone's sandcastle wasn't his idea. But you know. Details.
[Boy has it been a harrowing day or two, good lord. This, on top of randomly getting her quirk back has been so much on Ochako's mind that she hasn't really been able to sleep much throughout. Not well, at the very least, so as she walks into Bakugou's hospital room with a small bag hanging from one arm, there are dark circles around her eyes and she's paler than normal - the usual pink of her cheeks is even a bit dulled, too. But, as Ochako spots Bakugou up in bed and finally awake, she does brighten a little bit. There's a genuine smile on her face as she approaches, giving Ribbons a slow pat and offering her hand for Typh to sniff. Good beans, keeping him put.]
Hey, Bakugou-kun, I didn't think you'd be awake yet... [There are a dozen different questions bouncing back and forth in her head, and she can't quite fully meet his eye, but she settles on--] How are you feeling? Do you need anything at all?
[ Why is it that everyone thinks he should be sleeping? He's honestly fine. Been recovered for a while. Don't remind him that this sort of injury takes longer than a month to recover from So all of these people coming in and demanding that he rest is just -
Round Face looks like she is the one that should be in this bed. Not him... ]
Don't treat me like I'm made out of fucking glass, Cheeks. M'fine. Not that any of you are taking my word for it.
[Because he should. 8| Ochako may not have been privy to the extent of his injuries because she wasn't there when it happened, but "bleeding everywhere" doesn't exactly give her the peace of mind that she so desperately needs right now. Plus, she knows how Bakugou is - pigheaded and stubborn - he'll do things regardless of if it effects his health poorly.
She takes a seat in a chair nearby, not willing to argue too much because Bakugou is partially right - he can take a beating and be fine. As much as she doesn't like it.]
I know you're not. And I'd never treat you like that - I know you're not fragile, Bakugou-kun. [She's quiet a long minute after, hunching forward and closing her eyes and rubbing the heel of her palm into her right eye. It aches a little.] ...If you can stand, then, we can go outside a while - the sea breeze is nice.
[ Doesn't matter if she likes it or not. Truth is truth. Yes, it does take longer than a month to fully recover from the sort of injuries that he had received. Yet Bakugou isn't going to allow them to slow him down. They haven't yet and from his perspective, he doesn't need to be here. He's already had the recovery period - or enough of it that a hospital bed isn't necessary. ]
Hah?
[ Her suggestion brings him up short though. Everyone seems so damned determined to keep him in this room. Yet Round Face is thinking about a walk.
Well no need to ask him twice. Katsuki is already pushing the blankets aside and dislodging some of his Pokemon in the process. ]
[Honestly, it was more the suddenness of it happening - how Kirishima and Izuku's panic seemed to snowball to a breaking point, pulling everything and everyone into it. Many things that just shook these poor kids to their core because at the end of the day, they're all important to one another, and care very deeply for their blond friend. And for Ochako especially, it hurts that she couldn't get there right away to help...when rescue scenarios like that were what she was supposed to be experienced in. It's what she'd been working towards becoming.
Hence her quiet as she waits on a response, stewing in her own thoughts and picking at the pads on her fingers a little bit. Looking up at the sound of movement, her face splits into the tiniest of smiles as he gets up, and though her eyes still don't quite meet his, she is watching his movements for signs of strain or discomfort. He really does look okay though. Or, well, okay for someone like Bakugou, and it gives her a pang of relief.]
I'll let the staff know, so you can change in the meantime. I-I can even grab us some drinks from the vending machines, or...o-or some snacks or something, too! If you want anything. Hot, right?
The last week has been utterly harrowing, for Izuku. Knowing the why of what happened hasn't really helped, either. If anything, it's only served to stoke the flames of his worry as he and Kirishima waited with bated breath for Katsuki to wake up. Because unlike Kirishima, Izuku knew now why Katsuki had suddenly manifested wounds. He remembered with uncomfortable clarity the exact second it happened. It should have occurred to him right then, when he realized where on his body they appeared, but it just...he'd shoved that memory so far down. He had chosen to just not think about it, because it didn't matter when they were here, right?
He'd been wrong.
Izuku had let Kirishima take the helm when Katsuki first woke up, because understandably the moment in question had been rather violently explosive on Katsuki's part. He didn't need Izuku hovering during all that, so in spite of his nerves (or perhaps because of them), he waited. When he does finally see his opportunity to visit, he doesn't bring a ton of his own Pokemon with him. He just has Mighty, his starter and closest companion, with 99 levels under his belt and an everstone collar around his neck. His tail wiggles a little when he spots Katsuki across the room laying in bed, prompting Izuku to step the rest of the way in and carefully pull the door shut behind him.
"How are you feeling?" Izuku asks quietly, deciding to start with something easy despite knowing that the topic won't linger there long.
Naturally it would be Mighty that would encourage Izuku to actually enter in the damn room. Katsuki looks over towards his childhood friend. The heated glare that had been such a fixture on his features just isn't there. Oh Katsuki can work it up to that point if he needs to. However, it's just not there anymore. There's hardly a reason for him to be that level of agitated and hostile. The blonde had apologized. Publicly. He had chased this asshole down to drag him back.
There's nothing left for him to hide so there's no reason he can't look at the other in the eyes now.
"Like shit," comes the curt answer. No, they aren't going to stay on this for overly long. "Not for the reasons you losers and the doctors seem to think."
Izuku can imagine that Katsuki is feeling bad in more ways than just physical, knowing what he knows about how he got to where he is now. There's so much he wants to ask- wants to say- but it teeters on the very edge, left unsaid as he tries to suss out the best way to break into it. Or, if it should be. He knows now that he and Katsuki are more on similar ground than they have been in a while...and Izuku's frantic entrance into this region probably makes a whole lot more sense to him now.
"Yeah, I...I bet," he finally murmurs pathetically, finding it to pale in comparison to probably anything else he could have said that would have been better.
He sighs when he feels Mighty wiggle a little in his arms, rubbing his head up underneath Izuku's chin in a way that coaxes him to move a little closer to Katsuki's bedside.
"I'm glad to see you're awake. You really scared me and Kirishima-kun."
You guys shouldn't have been scared out of your fucking minds. Yeah, I get it wasn't like the best thing ever to see, but it's not like this world really lets you die or some shit like that.
[ Bakugou's never heard of someone dying or anything like that at least. He huffs and shakes his head. ]
I'd say that all that shit was your fault, but that's not true. My body moved on its own before I could even really fucking think.
Most rooms probably look like miniature menageries in this world. Romelle wasn't going to judge. If anything, she just wanted to come by and see if the guy she'd flown off a boat was doing okay.
Shyly, she poked her head into the room.
"Ah, hello," she said. "I um... I just wanted to see if you were recovering. My name is Romelle. I helped get you back to shore."
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Waking up - Closed to Kirishima
Yet as his eyes start to flutter open, he's not met with a familiar ceiling of his room or the school. It's one he doesn't recognize at all. That's when awareness hits him like ice filling his veins. Where is he? What's going on? So immediately Katsuki is sitting up from the bed in a rush, grunting and holding his injured side like it's still tender when he had been moving around okay before. Sure, his injuries still are in a place where a full recovery is going to take a while, but he shouldn't be this sore. Rather it feels like he had been torn open again not too long ago - an experience that he knows well because of how many times his injuries had opened as Katsuki had insisted upon training despite the fact that he should be resting and recovering to the fullest. The issue here is that he's waking up in a place that he doesn't immediately recognize.
If he isn't stopped, he's going to get up because he has no idea where he is and what's going on and that's starting to make him do something. Something probably stupid and reckless.
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In the end, if Katsuki tries to get up, he may or may not find Typh as the first barrier to overcome, as Kirishima would have left her in her trainer's hospital room for this exact reason. The second barrier is a buff, light lilac approximation of a man who's posted up by the door with his arms crossed. Rather than address anyone in the room, however, Machoke opens the door to the hospital hallway and gives a loud, guttural grunt down it. The distant murmur of conversation stops and finally, finally something semi-familiar comes into view a few more seconds later in the form of everyone's favorite redhead - well, actually no longer a total redhead.
With the winter coming close, practicality, and maybe a few subliminal signals from Katsuki, Eijiro was letting his roots grow out. He nearly comes barreling past the room, snagging at the doorway hard enough his fingers ripple a little with his temporarily-restored Quirk; of course Katsuki would go ahead and wake up in time for Weird Weekend. His relief is obvious as he sees Katsuki, as is the way he's tuning himself down/back to suit the calm the situation needs.
"Hey! Hold on, don't get up." Kirishima rasps as he walks through the door, approaching the blonde and possibly manhandling him back into bed if necessary, while his Machoke wordlessly leaves past him and shuts the door behind. No doubt their other friends want to see Katsuki too and Kirishima couldn't in good consciousness deny them... Fortunately for him, Machoke knows what his trainer actually wants and has no qualms telling people to fuck off for him to have it.
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Hence the reason that he pushes Typh's face away and is just going ahead and getting up one way or another. That's where he runs into Machoke.
"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY!"
Since there's only a vague recollection. There's nothing definite there as Katsuki bypasses panic and whatever fears that come from waking up in a place he doesn't recognize. Fight or flight is at work now and apparently he has chosen to do both in varying degrees. His hands are already snapping and popping with the looming thread of just blasting the thing for barring his escape when Eijiro pops through the door instead.
He should definitely anticipate manhandling Bakugou.
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"Are you kiddin' me, man? Get back into bed!" Eijiro's voice goes incredulous with reproach. He wraps an arm around the blonde's waist in case he falls but is mostly going to try and use his weight to walk the unruly patient back to the aforementioned bed. "You're hurt, dummy! Don't make it worse!"
Though is it bad Kirishima's kind of relieved? A shouting Bakugou is a Bakugou on the upswing for sure.
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"I'm fine!" Going to shout that even as he's trying to push passed Kirishima. "Been fine for weeks!"
Okay so that's a bit of a stretch. He's been working and training for a couple, but he hadn't exactly been fine.
"You also get out of my way! THE HELL AMI ANYWAY!?"
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"In the hospital! Where you've been for a week because you were in a FUCKING COMA, BAKUGOU!" Going to try and lift Katsuki off the ground at this point, chest to chest, and attempt to carry him back. Hopefully the other doesn't get any bright ideas about breaking his sock-clad toes on Eijiro's shins. "NOW GET THE HELL BACK IN BED SO WE CAN TALK! THERE'S NOWHERE ELSE TO BE!"
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Visits and Talks - OPEN TO PEOPLE
On the plus side, Katsuki isn't confused anymore. He knows exactly where he is and what's going on. That initial confusion now out of the way, he supposes that he can stay put for now. If not for the looks that he gets from his shitty travel companions every time he tries to get up or talk about leaving and just dealing with it, his Typhlosion elects to rest the upper half of her body across his legs. According to Typh, he is not to be going anywhere either. So he's stuck here at the mercy of anyone who decides to come into the room.
Said room probably looks like a miniature menagerie too. With his Typhlosion there, she takes up quite a bit of space. A Sylveon sleeps at the foot of his bed with an Emolga hanging out on the windowsill. Katsuki is totally outmatched here and he looks cranky for it.
Is Shoto actually a people? Is today the day?
The pokemon around the room aren't an issue for Shoto as he opens the door and peeks in to be sure Bakugo is awake. When he sees that he is, Shoto steps through with his Espurr towing along the Mimikyu and his usual teacup on his shoulder. Bakugo has his entourage and Todoroki has his when he's too stressed out. "You scared everyone."
Is that hello? It's hello. It's not even Bakugo's fault, but he scared them. "At least you're saying in." Even if it's the pokemon keeping him, likely. Shoto sets down his backpack off his shoulders and pats the side of it for his Espurr to start going through. He's brought snacks for the pokemon to eat while they diligently babysit Bakugo which are passed out by the Mimikyu with the longer arm to the larger pokemon. Helping himself to a chair at the head of Bakugo's bed, he sits down if he's invited, yelled at or not. It's his turn to keep an eye on the grumpy bastard and he takes it with bitter-sweet glee. "Are you thirsty? Hungry? Uncomfortable?"
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"There was nothing to worry about in the first place," he grouses, pushing himself against the back of the bed. "They just needed to fucking wait."
However, Bakugou doesn't know if he'd have acted any different. In the absence of knowledge about what had happened, they have been trained to approach these situations differently. Of course his assholes would seek out help and then make a scene.
"What do you think I am, hah?"
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In defense of both of his friends, Shoto speaks the obvious that Bakugo is already thinking. "You were bleeding out of nowhere." Well, not out of nowhere, it was out of his body, where the blood is stored. "They reacted appropriately."
As for what he thought Bakugo was, a momentarily confused pull of his eyebrows crosses his face. That's right, he's actually trying to consider if that's a question or a statement. It might be both and he's never entirely sure. "...In a hospital bed where you might be any one of those things I could easily help with?" That might cover it, but he's still tenuous on if he's right that Bakugo was asking or not. "It's easier for me to get up and move around. Mainly because my pokemon won't keep me from getting up."
There's a reason he brought his Meowstic. Toshiro lets exactly zero people do exactly zero things if Shoto seems distressed about it. "Is that a Typhlosion?" Maybe a change of topic will keep them from fighting. Maybe.
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Of course those couple of minutes could have been critical too, right? The blonde is fully aware that he had been something close to death's door or very critically injured given how everyone had been reacting. Bakugou hadn't really cared to hear the details upon his waking. Not at the hospital. Not here either.
"Tch. Icyhot, I'm not an invalid. I can get up and move around on my own," he huffs. Honestly, people are overreacting? Katsuki's already been out training. Fighting. Or maybe he should just call it search and rescue. Yet everyone here seems to think that he should just stay put for a while. It makes him irritated. His blood boils a little but at least his temper has simmered somewhat.
Enough that changing the subject is probably best for all involved.
"Yeah, she is. She's pretty damn fussy too. Won't get lost for even a moment."
Now Katsuki complains, yes. However said Typhlosion merely gets to her hind legs. She puts her paws on the edge of the bed and licks the entirely of Bakugou's face.
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"You'll have to find a new name for me. I don't have my quirk anymore." It's not said with spite, it's just to say anything other than what he wants to. It's also nice to see Bakugo have to deal with the love of a creature. "That's good to have someone to look out for you. This world is just as dangerous as ours from what I'm supposed to understand. I haven't seen it be dangerous, personally."
To which his Meowstic wishes he could remind Todoroki that building a certain someone's sandcastle wasn't his idea. But you know. Details.
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Hey, Bakugou-kun, I didn't think you'd be awake yet... [There are a dozen different questions bouncing back and forth in her head, and she can't quite fully meet his eye, but she settles on--] How are you feeling? Do you need anything at all?
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Don't remind him that this sort of injury takes longer than a month to recover fromSo all of these people coming in and demanding that he rest is just -Round Face looks like she is the one that should be in this bed. Not him... ]
Don't treat me like I'm made out of fucking glass, Cheeks. M'fine. Not that any of you are taking my word for it.
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She takes a seat in a chair nearby, not willing to argue too much because Bakugou is partially right - he can take a beating and be fine. As much as she doesn't like it.]
I know you're not. And I'd never treat you like that - I know you're not fragile, Bakugou-kun. [She's quiet a long minute after, hunching forward and closing her eyes and rubbing the heel of her palm into her right eye. It aches a little.] ...If you can stand, then, we can go outside a while - the sea breeze is nice.
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Hah?
[ Her suggestion brings him up short though. Everyone seems so damned determined to keep him in this room. Yet Round Face is thinking about a walk.
Well no need to ask him twice. Katsuki is already pushing the blankets aside and dislodging some of his Pokemon in the process. ]
Ain't gonna ask me twice.
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Hence her quiet as she waits on a response, stewing in her own thoughts and picking at the pads on her fingers a little bit. Looking up at the sound of movement, her face splits into the tiniest of smiles as he gets up, and though her eyes still don't quite meet his, she is watching his movements for signs of strain or discomfort. He really does look okay though. Or, well, okay for someone like Bakugou, and it gives her a pang of relief.]
I'll let the staff know, so you can change in the meantime. I-I can even grab us some drinks from the vending machines, or...o-or some snacks or something, too! If you want anything. Hot, right?
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He'd been wrong.
Izuku had let Kirishima take the helm when Katsuki first woke up, because understandably the moment in question had been rather violently explosive on Katsuki's part. He didn't need Izuku hovering during all that, so in spite of his nerves (or perhaps because of them), he waited. When he does finally see his opportunity to visit, he doesn't bring a ton of his own Pokemon with him. He just has Mighty, his starter and closest companion, with 99 levels under his belt and an everstone collar around his neck. His tail wiggles a little when he spots Katsuki across the room laying in bed, prompting Izuku to step the rest of the way in and carefully pull the door shut behind him.
"How are you feeling?" Izuku asks quietly, deciding to start with something easy despite knowing that the topic won't linger there long.
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There's nothing left for him to hide so there's no reason he can't look at the other in the eyes now.
"Like shit," comes the curt answer. No, they aren't going to stay on this for overly long. "Not for the reasons you losers and the doctors seem to think."
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"Yeah, I...I bet," he finally murmurs pathetically, finding it to pale in comparison to probably anything else he could have said that would have been better.
He sighs when he feels Mighty wiggle a little in his arms, rubbing his head up underneath Izuku's chin in a way that coaxes him to move a little closer to Katsuki's bedside.
"I'm glad to see you're awake. You really scared me and Kirishima-kun."
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[ Bakugou's never heard of someone dying or anything like that at least. He huffs and shakes his head. ]
I'd say that all that shit was your fault, but that's not true. My body moved on its own before I could even really fucking think.
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Shyly, she poked her head into the room.
"Ah, hello," she said. "I um... I just wanted to see if you were recovering. My name is Romelle. I helped get you back to shore."
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That's hella embarrassing and he's glad he hasn't seen that little broadcast. Bakugou is going to be absolutely mortified if he ever does. ]
The idiots should have just waited. It was all over in a couple of minutes.
no worries :)
They're your friends, and they were worried for you. They did what they felt was best at the time.
Either way, but it is good that you seem to be doing better.
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You really came here to check up on me? Even though you don't know me?
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