[ MELTDOWN ] for sender to witness receiver being hurt which causes them to go into a murderous rage.
injury memes | accepting.
bakugou finds himself thinking as he blinks at the sky, watching
as birds swoop overhead, going south for the winter. he wonders
for a moment if it's really warmer there. things have been heating
up recently, at least here. isn't it nice here, too? even when it's
supposed to be cooler this time of year. every once in a while
there'd be a pleasant breeze, one that takes the thick moisture
out of the air and replaces it with a gentle tinge of drizzling rain.
that's bakugou's favorite kind of weather. he can't stand when it's
cold; takes his quirk too long to heat up. even if endeavor said
there'd be no excuse if bakugou couldn’t save someone in time -
hey, that's why he's going to talk to the support team after this, right?
---- to get his costume changed.
( wonder if i'd known that sooner, then… )
lashes flutter, lines blurring in his sight.
when gravity hits, it hits hard. bakugou comes crashing down to
the earth with a sharp gasp, blood spattering from his lips, red eyes
wide with some mixture of fear and anguish. he'd gone skidding
against the ground, bruised and scratched from the fall, but it's his
arms that are giving him the most trouble. overuse of his quirk would
do that; bring veins to the surface until it felt like he was melting from
the inside, but he had to,
he HAD to.
he imagines himself yelling, having some kind of furious quip to make,
like - ' half 'n' half, what the hell! ' or, maybe something less eloquent, like,
' hey, screw you! ' to the nomu they'd been fighting.
strangely, nothing comes out, and when he tries, bakugou just coughs and
rasps.
his chest hurts, but his arms won't move to clutch it. he feels so, so tired.
( can't sleep. 'needs my help.
damn tired, though. )
in the back of his mind, bakugou hears yelling. he hears the creature
letting out that shrill, ear-piercing shriek, but it feels so far away.
as if he’s being held underwater, unable to quite make out the reality
of the situation.
the only thing that changes sensation is the ground filling with a chill;
it tinges his fingertips, cold even through the leather gloves on bakugou's
hands. it's not a sharp feeling. just a dull buzz. some part of him
appreciates it. it feels nice on his skin where the costume is torn, where
the nerves have been otherwise destroyed. maybe the numbing effect
helps the lacerations, the broken bones. he doesn’t really know.
he would really like to get away from it, though. the ice.
his quirk will be useless like this.
but when he tries, he can’t do that, either. it would be easier to just
sleep, right? it sounds really nice. he’s been awake for a while,
anyways.
---- huh. bakugou can't move, can he?
( don't you know, icy-hot?
all this ice...
man… i hate winter. )