Silence, uncomfortable yet solemn. It was unlike Katsuki to look so pensive and withheld. A deep, welling dejection within the blonde made him feel as if he was being forced under water. Clawing aimlessly at the surface, only to watch his life slowly slipping away from blood stained finger tips. Defenseless, mortally wounded for life....w e a k.
Carmine spires would stare right through the jello cup set before him. This would be day two for the boy's lack of appetite. He'd sooner smack the desert onto his hospital room's pristine floor like an ungrateful feline, yet the rhythmic taps of a...quickly approaching figure caught Bakugou's peripheral. That voice sounded so familiar too.... "Round...fac- H n G H !?"
A sporadic tinge of pain, which the likes he'd never felt before, quickly shot all throughout the boys scar stained body as he felt the full force of Ochako's affection. "ARE YOU GODDAMN' TRYING TO KILL M-..e..." Baku's...loud and obnoxious words would falter only to his peer's arms beginning to tighten around that bandaged frame of his securely, the hero's only functioning arm raising instinctively to place an open palm over brunette locks in a gentle tussle. His words although raspen were soft and reassuring, even if he himself couldn't believe them. "Tch. As if you could get rid of me that easy. Didn't ya know I'm gonna live forever...."