keen eyes never once leaving her has the blonde watching each step she takes here on. no longer snarling towards her at all he pays no mind to Uraraka placing the stave against the tree. muscles tense the second she grasps his arm, and soon it relaxes once she begins to examine it. it would be a lie if he didn’t admit that her presence, and carefulness was enough to have the unruly blonde relax just enough to have his wound glanced over. small mumbles lost he doesn’t say a word other than arch his brow at her at the nonsense that may have been spewed from her mouth.
red eyes lock with chestnut brown eyes, and he watches in mild surprise as all those emotions swirl about. tsking noise leaving him, he glances off to the side to ignore the fucking round face as much as possible. pain in the ass, but she was damned good at what she did, and he’d unwillingly admit verbally that she’s got his back more often than not. hell he fucking knows that he’d be dead somewhere if he hadn’t listened to her, that’s the sad part.
❝ stop fucking looking at me like that! ❞
sounds of someone rustling through something grabs his interest, and soon he’s back to watching her go through the satchel. it’s dully noted that there’s empty bottles, so a trip into one of the tows with the usual alchemist shit was overdue anyways. the awful smell hits him like a tree stump to the gut, and he’s hissing just a bit at the thought of it even being near him really. it pisses him off that she’s worried about his well-being enough to ask, but the moment that tone is caught in her voice he’s taken to narrowing his eyes at her.
like hell he would listen without tossing out a small argument of disagreement. he’d been reckless before meeting her yes, he’d been close to death that he could almost smell it at some point while wearing the scars of his recklessness with pride. still she was right, but that he didn’t mean he had to lay down, and fucking agree with it readily.
❝ want a fucking bet? I can fucking push on if need be, there’s a fucking town not too far off, we can rest easier there to avoid that fucking coming back for another round while one of us is injured. ❞
Letting out a laugh, his retort didn’t seem to phase her in the slightest. She’s grown used to his aggression and recklessness, their partnership beginning not a year in the past. Still, the chestnut-haired sorceress supported him to this point, despite all the disagreements they seem to have. Still, a pleased grin blooms at his words. He did agree, huh?
“Right. Let’s go when I finish, okay? I still need to get potions.”
Wrapping the wound loosely with the gauze, Ochaco figures he’ll be okay until she gets the proper medical supplies - until then, this is only a bandaid to a greater issue. Her eyes wander up his arm, sighing through her nose at the scarring that littered the appendage before meeting his eyes. Red like fury, strength, courage. Red like passion. Just a few words to describe the obstinate blond.
Her hands release him as she recaps the brown bottle, tucking the soiled handkerchief alongside it into her satchel once more. Reaching for her stave, the bubbly girl begins to walk, making their way back to the town he mentioned. She glances over her shoulder, eyes glimmering as she laughs again.
“Let’s have a race - the sooner we get back, the sooner we can get rest and get that guy!”
With that said, she begins to pick up her pace, fully betting that he’d take up her challenge. She only could get a few second headstart before his strength could catch up to her, anyway.
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