@shehorned​ said: you’re not alone

for a moment , bakugou stills. scorched fingers pausing between the page of his notes , staring a bit too hard at words long pressed to memory by now , and throws a glance to the girl coloring next to him. where the shit did that come from ?

he can make out the shapes and lines of some of his classmates. of aizawa wrapped in his sleeping bag under a shaded tree. deku and mirio are there too , with his overly exaggerated arms and that ugly green hair. she’s drawn him in too , looks like , if the tiny explosions and too spiky hair is anything to go by. his body seems to cut off on the page , but eri is the one dragging him onto it , hand clasped in his as he’s being brought right to them. ah , so that’s why. 

for a six year old , the kid’s too damn intuitive for her own good. especially if she can call him out like this so brazenly , or maybe that’s just his own tendencies rubbing off on her. either way , it doesn’t matter , and it sure as hell isn’t something she needs to worry about. that’s his own angsty arc to come in later.

@shehorned​ sent:  [ grab ] your muse grabbing mine forcibly (hand)

     “   ah ?   ”   he’s not above admitting he was startled by the sudden small palm grasping onto his own.  hawks had heard the excessive  pitter-patter  against the floor  ,  but didn’t take into consideration it was to approach him.  the hand squeezes his own and doesn’t give him much of a choice in the matter  ;  it’s like she’s scared of something            or maybe she finally wanted to stop him from leaving after a shared smile.  he’s not too sure  ,  but not once does he think of pulling gloved hand away.  fingers close over her hand in a gentle  ,  but firm hold.  eyes cast down to her as the smile he tosses her way spreads  ,  gleam closer than ever before to those carmine eyes.

@shehorned: i thought you died . meme: the dusty toybox. ╱ status: accepting.

he thought he would. katsuki's body moved before he could think, fear wracking his entire body but not paralysing it ⸺ and even when he shouldn't have continued his fight, he did. determination wrote itself into every fibre of his being as he threw himself into the fray, ignoring the blood dripping from fresh wounds, striving for a perfect victory, eventually knocked back down when his body couldn't keep up anymore. he thought that would spell the end for him.

then, two days later, he's awake in the hospital.

he sits on the edge of the hospital bed with eri by his side, a hand reaching to ruffle her hair as a means of comfort. ( she knew nothing of what happened, nothing about why katsuki got so hurt because of how quickly the commission covered it up. he doesn't want her to know. )

❝ well i'm still here, ain't i ? ❞ he gives her a small nudge. ❝ you don't gotta worry about a thing. i'm tough as all hell, remember ? just like you. ❞

katsuki learned some time ago that he was never good at comforting anyone with his words ; even with what he says to eri, he carries a concern that ... how many times can he keep doing this ? he knows his will to win transcends his desire to survive, and if he has to sit in the hospital explaining this to eri all over again, how fair was that on her ? she's young. she's lost enough.

and he can't even guarantee that this won't happen again.

@shehorned: ‘ i know i’m cute, but you can remind me. ’ meme: even more popular text posts. ╱ status: accepting.

such a brat. apparently eri was picking up too many habits of confidence and self assurance from her cousin, because she was becoming more and more like him every goddamn day. so, the best way to stop feeding into it was ⸺

❝ hah ? you don't get to tell me what to do, you little brat. ❞

yeah your best friend is on my side, katsu. deal with it

Katsu?

Katsudon? Katsuki-Wait a minute.