ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏʀ ᴘᴇʀɪsʜ.

Kacchan!!! 

The nurse’s shock is well founded, considering she had not been told the young girl in her care was expecting visitors…especially not visitors from the hospital’s patients. The boy’s own gown was obvious proof of that, though she made no effort to try and shoo him away. This was the boy who had been kidnapped, it seemed.

Of course he would have some questions about his classmate. That was only fair.

Her hand leaves the pager, and she’s about to speak when Tōru herself interrupts the silence with a cough. Her aching muscles scream as she shifts, though little can be said for what her expression could be. The mask moves as she attempts to speak, voice raspy and hoarse from the damage done by the gas and lack of use since the attack.

“B-Ba…kugō…”

The nurse herself is confused at first, looking at the heart monitor seem to settle down. Somehow by sheer luck, the young boy was enough to ease the girl’s worries, whatever they had been. Unbeknownst to the nurse, the boy in particular WAS Tōru’s worry.

“She inhaled poisonous gas.” The nurse adjusted Tōru’s blankets, tucking the girl into the bed more firmly now that she had settled in as a conscious choice. “She’s well on her way to recovery, but she shouldn’t be allowed to talk very much. It would make it more of a waiting game for her, stressing her internal wounds.”

Tōru’s hand shakily rises, an IV set into the top of it as it lands over the side of her bed, outstretched. A gesture for the boy to come in and join her.

the privy of information is not lost on him; he drinks it all in. swallows it whole and lets it fester and boil in the pits of his stomach. she inhaled poisonous gas. it’s another notch carved into his plummeting self-esteem.------- the floor spins out from beneath him, and katsuki sinks a hand into the woodwork of the door frame, and he must be burning it judging by the face the nurse pins him with. 

she makes to move. he can see it in the line of her shoulders, the rise of her chin as she glances between both patients, and for a moment he wonders if she’d be blase enough to send him back to his room. but it seems to be his win, because she sighs, and goes back to her work. leaving him be in his worry and frustration. 

it’s his play, and he knows it. she’s thrown the ball into his court and now he’s left with the detrimental decision of picking it up or ignoring it. if this had happened a few months ago ---- if it had been back when they hardly knew each other, maybe he would have ignored it. but in this moment, in the here and now, he finds himself swaying a step closer. and then another, until he’s at her bedside. 

he scoffs; eyes narrowed in clear annoyance at the woman’s persistence to keep close ------ to watch over them as if expecting the worst out of him. so, he digs his toes into the tile of the floor and pins her with a glare of his own. “tch. i understand you damn extra. i aint gonna do anything.” 

it’s a promise lost in the void of wrath, but the moment he turns his back on the nurse, does he relent. the anger bleeding from him all over again. katsuki takes that hand, absently warms it between his own and glances around the room for the first time. there’s no chair --- the machines taking priority. which meant, he was stuck, standing there bare footed and sore on the ceramic.  

when @quirkhidden picks up on your bad habits. 

@herorage​

She’s not even sure where she is at first.

The smell of the plastic oxygen mask greets her when she comes to, her body heavy with sleep. Her breaths burned, if only just a little. A vague memory of a sickening cloud of gas comes to her mind in flashes. She squeezes shut her eyes, taking in the sounds around her.

The low mumbling and shuffling footsteps of people in the hallway. The quiet sound of a home improvement channel on the TV in her room.

This had to be a hospital.

At least that meant she could rest easy; she wasn’t in the clutches of the villains who had attacks them and were searching for—

                                                   …Where was Bakugō?

The last thing she had heard was him needing to be found… Panic rises in her chest, her heart monitor’s screen flashing faster as her heartbeat increased. A nurse found her way into the room, checking the machine before turning to the young girl.

“You’re awake… It’s alright, dear, you’re safe. And so are your classmates.”

observation.            that was the word they had dropped on him the moment he’d cleared their fucking tests.    observation     because any kid that got abducted off the streets would walk away with some sort of trauma.      observation       they say , while they fasten machines to his biceps. and clip IV’s and monitors to his pulse; because he wasn’t just ANY KID. no, he was THE TARGET of the league of villains. 

why ? 

because he had the gall to be UPSET at taking first place under half-assed opponents. BECAUSE THEY HAD RESTRAINED HIM WHEN HE HAD VICIOUSLY DENIED THEIR FUCKING TROPHIES.  that hadn’t been a win in his books --------- not even close to one.  but it had been enough. that outburst had turned into the proverbial hammer, and of fucking course that chapped asshole pulled the trigger. 

to bad nobody told him of katsuki’s aspirations. 

all it had done was make him feel WEAK. a nuisance to his fellow classmates and a liability to the pro-heroes --------- a catalyst to the end of all might’s reign. it made him feel WEAK with the walls closing in on him. the sound of a heart monitor steadily increasing against the drum of his ears in the silence. 

it fucking CHAFED, but the ire had long been washed out of him. had gone astray with the realization that all might’s victory pose  / one he’d seen a thousand times / was nothing more than the passing of the torch. 

a new reign given not to the next generation, but to his successor.  TO DEKU. 

annoyance reverberates like ash in his lungs. spent, useless, but still there, with garish teeth and claws.----- drives him to jolting away from the fucking bed he’s been left to stew in. his head snapping to the machine that unhelpfully CHIRPED his distress into the dim room. a chirp that’s effectively culled the very fucking moment he yanks the IV and monitor right out of his arm. 

expect. it doesn’t stop. 

he can hear it from through the walls, and it takes one long dis-connective moment to realize that what he was hearing was someone else’s dismay bleating right alongside his own. curiosity devours what remains of his frustration and he, for lack of a better decision, leaves his appointed room to investigate. 

what he finds, brings him no comfort. 

it only spurs his unease and half-swallowed anxiety back into action, because there was only one reason as to why SHE’D be here. chained to machines and re-breathers. “tōru....?” and god, he hated the way his voice cracked. hates the apprehension that washes over the night nurse’s face as she turns on him, a hand cradled above that damnable pager, and no, he wouldn’t fucking put it past her to send out an S.O.S. 

like he’d give her a chance, though. 

ooc // short hiatus through hurricane Florence. 

i know i mentioned something about the hurricane coming up the east coast earlier last week, but as they’ve just declared mandatory evacuation in my county ( i live in Oakland, NC just about exactly where this thing is supposed to make landfall ) i won’t be on much, or if at all over the next few days. 

i will not be evacuating; i will be staying ocean front with my fellow co-workers so our hotel stays open & first responders have a place to make base camp. i will be as safe as humanly possible, given the circumstances. 

i will also be reachable via my cell phone, or discord. if you would like either please shoot me a message. 

in the meantime, for all my followers who are on the coast with me, be safe. make good decisions, and try, please try to get as far inland as you possibly can. i know many hotels are completely booked from here, to Georgia, and all the way to Tennessee, but i implore you to still try! 

“Jeeze, calm down!” Releasing his arm is easy enough as she pushes up from the floor where she had Bakugō pinned. Stepping aside, she looked down at his with a bit of worry that she overdid her assault on the boy. He certainly seemed furious, but he always seemed furious at some level. Dusting herself off, she sliped on the gloves she placed on the floor near the sparring arena, in order for people to recognize where she was.

After a moment she walked over to Bakugō again, holding out one of her now gloved hands A handshake. A show of camaraderie. Maybe he wouldn’t be too pissed about her flipping him on his back if she did so.

he waits. face pressed into the matt as she dismounts from his back. a moment passes before he picks himself back up with a grunt or two. in a way,  the act of being taken so unaware chafes. it stings ----- like barbed wire burrowing beneath the first few layers of skin. bakugou huffs, cups a hand over his knee and leans back in his position on the floor.

he’s watching her, attention peaked by the movement of those gloves across the floor. disgruntled irritation bristles in her approach and he promptly directs a sullen, sharp glare toward where he presumes her face to be. -------- expect, he falters at that hand. gaze dropping to the glove being offered in contemplatively.