#portraitsof

The tears spilling out of Basil’s eyes burn. There's pain in all corners of Basil’s chest, and it hurts to breathe, like his body is caught in a bear trap. They're wrapped up in blankets, sitting inside one of the EMT trucks, the doors still wide open. It’s still fresh, the split second when Basil nearly lost Skunk. They were supposed to have fun tonight at a concert they've been dying to see for months.

Then, after the first act, the dome ceiling of the stadium fell through. Enough heroes were in the crowd to minimize the damage, but a huge chunk of plaster nearly crushed Skunk. If he hadn’t been so quick, it would have not only killed Skunk but also countless others in their section. Mello's shield reached far enough, and when the masses came in contact, it disintegrated in a cloudy dust. Basil's ears are still ringing from the shock of it all, and he's still coughing up debris in heavy, labored coughs. Basil’s hands tremble as they close around Skunk’s. “I love you. I love you so much. I'm so glad you're okay. I'm sorry.”

@portraitsof whispered: ❛  you are worth fighting for.  ❜ ( from aizawa ... huh ... hmmm .... )

MEME

{ ♪ } -- That froze her in place. The file she held was suddenly clutched tight, throat working to swallow around the lump that had formed. It was... strange to think that way. Mainly because she knew he wouldn't say that because of what she could do for him... Not in the sense that he just saw her as 'useful', anyway.

Slowly, she set the file down and took a slow breath. She was smiling, but there were still tears prickling at the edges of her eyes. Once her hands were free, it only took a moment for her to turn on her heel and hurry towards him, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso and burying her face in his chest.

"...Yeah, you did." He's not even trying to hide his bitterness, and he stands to wipe the dust off his pants. The interrogations had been long; trying to glean what Monoma knew and what he didn't, how involved they both were... And between that and his sister,

What a mess!

"But maybe instead of bitching and moaning you should just count your lucky stars. Unlike some people, we have morals here." He paces a bit, and then stops to drink some water at the fountain, and sits back down. All there was to do.

"...I guess so." His voice was unusually quiet, shoulders slumping both from fatigue and disappointment. He had been... relying on the hope for backup. That was one of the benefits of being a hero, right? You helped each other. But the two of them had been left behind.

Again.

He stares at the ground, telling himself that the severity of the situation must just mean that no one was available-- even if there should be-- and tries to come up with a new plan.

"I'm running out of quirks." His voice cracks a little, throat scratchy from the effort of running around and shouting taunts like he had been.

"They haven't been responding to us. We need-- we need..." Well, he isn't even sure. It felt like his brain had been emptied out twice now.

The noise Monoma makes upon the first round of questioning could probably vaguely translate to a 'What?', but by the time it was uttered he had slumped back over in Hiroto's arms, almost slipping out entirely.

He was dizzy. He was tired. Everything hurt. He wanted to go home, which was a terrifying idea, because Monoma almost never wants to go home.

"I need a second." He finally says, muscles tensing and releasing with each new attempt to get up on his own. "I can do it."

Training with the Meta Liberation Army was a dangerous thing. They didn't hold back. One missed dodge, and s stinger the size of his head pumped him full of venom. He was fairly certain it wasn't lethal, but the onslaught had only stopped when he finally hit the ground and the upperclassman had intervened. He shudders, and a round of convulsions ends in coughing.

Will add in meme link later!! // @portraitsof

When Skunk arrived at Basil’s door in tatters, Basil didn’t question him. He pulled Skunk through the threshold of his home and welcomed him to the bathroom, not paying mind to the muddy footprints. All Basil could see was the bruise splattered across the left side of Skunk’s cheekbone. He sat Skunk on the edge of his bathtub and pulled the first aid kit out from under the sink. The wet rag in Basil’s hand was sopping wet with grime and dried blood. There was a rich, sickening violet blooming under Skunk’s distressed skin, coming undone with each swipe. Basil took the bottle of alcohol and dabbed it on a fresh cotton swab. It was unfathomable to think that someone could inflict such cruelty on his sweet, beautiful boy. It brought tears to the corners of Basil’s eyes. But this wasn’t about him. He swallowed hard, willing them to stay put, and spoke in a pointed whisper.

❛ you're one of those support study students right? ❜ despite being phrased as a question, his tone brokers little to no argument with how he stands, tense shouldered and posture tight. katsuki's eyebrow twitches. after a brief moment of an unblinking stare, the gauntlets are haphazardly rippped off only to then be gently placed on the work station. [ anger tastes flat in his mouth and all there is, is exhaustion. ] he'd spent nearly all night trying to repair them, notes written and crossed out as each time a new approach was tried, nothing seemed to change. it was infuriating. ❛ they've been heating up and splintering when i ain't even usin' my quirk. can't figure out why, so fix them. ❜