Sep 21, 2017
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fuck off? || @hecksplosive
“Fuck off--”
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‘’What happens in the winter when your hands aren’t that sweaty? Can you still make the explosions?’’
❛ don’t get mad at me now, wasn’t me who made that comment ❜ but you still gave the person an opportunity to do so, shoto. / @hecksplosive
The road to recovery is proving more difficult than Kirishima had first imagined. Once simple, menial tasks have become a monumental effort, and on the off chance he happens to overdo it, he’s rewarded with a bone-deep pain that leaves him unable to sleep. In his defence, he’s trying. He’s trying not to expect too much of himself too soon, he brushes aside his own pride and asks for help with lifting and opening things on particularly bad days when his arms shake under the strain and the pain sets in. It’s not easy, by any means, to recognise his newly stunted limits when he’s so used to being able to do more, but it’s not something he’s having to face alone.
In addition to his close friends constantly offering him their assistance even when he doesn’t really need it, he has a rather stubborn, aggressively supportive boyfriend standing resolutely at his side amidst it all. Most of the time, he doesn’t even need to open his mouth and Bakugou is there: opening one of the heavy fire doors for him, seizing the bottle of water he’d been attempting to reach from the top shelf of the fridge, doing his share of the washing up or preparing his dinner for him when his hands are too stiff and weak to continue clutching at the kitchen knife.
Kirishima doesn’t know what he’d do without him. Between lifting his spirits and reminding him he’s stronger than he thinks while continuing to determinedly support him throughout what’s proving to be a lengthy recovery, Bakugou has proven himself to be his rock, every bit as sturdy and unwavering as he needs right now. While it’s no less difficult and at times he finds himself nearly giving in to the frustration of not being able to do the things he wants to do, not once has a word of pity passed Bakugou’s lips and that’s perhaps the one thing he appreciates above all else. Particularly in moments like this.
He’s been struggling with opening a can of diced pineapple for nearly a handful of minutes by now, his trembling hold on the ribbed metal weakening as the strength in his still-healing arms begins to ebb. He’s about ready to turn to the aid of a can opener, refusing to be beaten or admit defeat to an inanimate object when blistered fingers suddenly brush along the back of his hand, seizing the aluminium death trap from his slackened grip.
Kirishima’s startled by the unexpected, silent intervention, his features softening amidst his surprise as he tilts his head to glance over at his boyfriend whose presence he’d all but forgotten. Bakugou remains quiet even under Kirishima’s curious scrutiny, his expression betraying nothing. He seems to be focused entirely on opening the can he’d been struggling with, and Kirishima watches on as he pops it open by the tab on the lid as if it’s as easy as breathing. He chuckles breathily, making no move to take the newly opened can from his boyfriend just yet, a half smile reaching his lips as he murmurs, “ ...Thanks, man. ”
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Even if normal classes were boring, they were better than field trips. To have to socialize and talk with your classmates was not something he did well. Most avoided him like he had the plague, after all why get close to someone who could turn you into their slave? He was used to being alone. However, for some reason the students at U.A were warming up to him, only a few, but still it was more than ever before. It made him nervous. If the survival training wasn’t bad enough, they were combining classes with the hero course. It was a huge survival training field trip, since they all needed to now how to survive in the wild, it’s not like theres concrete everywhere. He just sat at the back of the bus and took a small nap. Once at the site the teachers were separating them into groups of two by random numbers after all life is random. He moved to where the person who should have his number was supposed to stand, and he stopped. He didn’t remember most people’s name, but he new this ones. He turns around, “Can I switch partners?” He knew he couldn’t use his quirk on a teacher, he wasn’t stupid. Besides he rarely used his quirk anyway in everyday life. However, he might have to to survive Bakugou and his rage. He liked his head on his shoulders.
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she had heard a lot about the powerful first-year with a short fuse ( mostly not very positive things ) and she was glad that up to now, she was able to AVOID crossing paths with him. but then she got called into the teacher’s office by cementoss, who told her to wait there for him after class because she fell asleep during his literature lesson for the THIRD TIME this week. ( maybe not so ) surprisingly, the blonde also sat in a chair, face expressing a foul mood, causing yori’s heart to drop -------- she didn’t DESERVE this! immediately after collecting herself again, she headed over and sat as far away as possible from the other student. but when the silence became really awkward, she almost had to say something. ❛ um, so... how did you land in here? ❜
Although he was back in class, Mina was still convinced he was on trash duty. ‘So do they have you recycle or is it just whatever? Anyway, I appreciate what you’re doing for everyone!’ She gleefully held out an empty bottle of water and a chip bag. ‘Thanks!’
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tamaki has been dragging his feet ever since fatgum and kirishima left. he's really trying not to do it, but he hasn't been able to muster the energy to stop. and he would love to say that he's the type of people that can hide his sulking, but he's always been painfully aware of the fact that he’s really, really not. so tamaki is dragging his feet.
bakugou, one of the reasons (or the solely reason) of his silent sulking, is walking right next to him. tamaki won't turn to look at him. he’s also determined to not talk. he knows there's a series of cursed events waiting to happen the moment he looks at bakugou and the boy realizes he’s not walking alone. he won’t risk it.
fatgum ordered them to patrol the southern area together while he and kirishima take care of the north (why, oh, why didn’t he paired him with kirishima?). and that’s exactly what he’s going to do. in silence. looking foward. and dragging his feet.
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