"Lean on me, I’ve got you." bracing himself to get punched in the face, but still feeling the need to take care of him hehehe
ASK MEME. ACCEPTING. @eraseur
flames and ether rush through veins, flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike as limbs stiffen. sodden in drizzle with rain still falling alongside industrial smoke, katsuki can barely bring himself to move from where he lays. the ground is wet, puddles forming beside and the rally of rain-clouds weigh down the vertical-flowing sky. wait. the sky's not meant to sway in some odd downward flow, is it? he groans. his knee feels twisted sore under the guard, head near spinning with every twitch; clockwise, paused, reversed until his eyes fall shut again. a concussion, of course, and it seems a dislocated knee. they aren't the worst injuries he's suffered, far from the outpouring anguish that came with building his palms' callouses, but it still stings. [ in what way, katsuki can't quite place. ]
retracing his steps in the forms of memory, he knows he was careful to avoid damaging the practice buildings foundation, that he'd barely set off anything bigger than a spark. he couldn't of caused the collapse. katsuki wasn't an idiot. no, clearly someone else hadn't gotten the memo of being careful. fortunately for them, he had grown rather skilled at shooting himself out of windows even if his landings remained rough. his finger twitches. his shoulders ache. a piercing-quiet setles as the droplets ease their torrent, the sound around faded and dull. wisps of simple musing sing in faint tide-rhythm flows, half-thought things which easily muddle between themselves. cringing forms in the crowded air scuttle and flutter in and out, leaving in their place an odd semblance of rest. it's easier to exist with his eyes closed.
then, all at once, noise thunders back to him and brings with it a penetrating pain that leaves him wincing. it just makes the headache worse. echoes of raindrops, shouts of his class and the steady pace of footsteps soon encroaching towards his muddied sanctuary all roar undisturbed. katsuki is sure this is what hell must be. loudness and company. if it's izuku coming over, i'll scream, he thinks distantly but instead, it's his teacher. aizawa's voice is lost to the sea of riot and bombast, barely lessening even when katsuki manages to peel open his eyes. there is a sharp inhale that comes from one of them before he's moved. the world begins to spin faster and katsuki smacks a gloved palm towards aizawa's face to make it stop. he grins when it hits and squawks when it does nothing to stop the shifting ground.
❛ fuck you. ❜ katsuki says and hopes it conveys everything he feels before his eyes shut again.