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deercountry2022-10-04 01:35 pm
detonating) wrote in deercountry2022-10-04 01:35 pm
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[Closed] It's been a long day without you, my friend
Who: Bakugou Katsuki and Uraraka Ochako
What: Return from the dead
When: Beginning of October
Where: Their home in Crenshaw
Content Warnings: Talk of death/dying, narrative descriptions of burns and blunt force trauma, his filthy mouth probably
[They don't live far from the beach, but it will wind up feeling like it might have been the longest journey of his life by the time Katsuki gets home. It's not just the dread of what's to come--there is going to be so much to fucking unpack emotionally as soon as he's reunited with his girlfriend, but also thanks to the fact that he can hardly keep himself walking straight. Every muscle in his body is screaming for reprieve as he forces them to work through their weakness, his equilibrium is still fucked sideways and Katsuki is actively fighting off the nausea that he... isn't sure he can even blame on the sea water he'd swallowed swimming his way back to shore. He'd already puked his guts out on the beach and gotten it out of his system, so... he's got nothing but the dizziness to account for the fact that he feels like he still wants to empty his guts with every step he takes. Consequences of dying, maybe? You come back feeling like road kill? Seems like a reasonable enough explanation. It's better than admitting that it might just be the trauma from what happened to him in the first place.
Every effort that doesn't go into forcing his legs to move is being applied there, willing away every mental snap shot and flashback to the indescribably painful sensation of his own flesh sizzling--burning away or the image of Dabi's face just before they were rendered into nothing but ash. Jaw hanging unnaturally because he clean snapped it off of his skull with one of his blows, tongue lolling. Wide, blood shot crazed eyes leering just inches between them--
No. Not fucking doing it. Go away. Go away! He'd puke right then and there, if there were anything left to eject in the first place. Fuck you, Dabi. You're not gonna fucking haunt him like that, you don't get another second of Katsuki's goddamn time! Just put one foot in front of the other and get home. It's fucking cold, his clothes are still dripping wet and all he wants is her.
His omen, having met him at the beach just after his departure from Dabi, helps support the unsteady teen as he makes his way up the few steps to the house... all the way to the door where Katsuki finally stops. He takes a moment to stare at the door, reaching his free hand out (the other is still holding the bracer he hadn't wanted to put onto his tingling arm) to touch it. As if to make sure that it's real. It is... and the rest of his afforded moment is spent with his forehead pressed to it while he tries to steady himself. Mentally, physically...
His gaze casts over to the omen standing just at his side, when he's ready to move. A silent and rare thank you being conveyed in expression from the teen to the ever attentive wolf watching him. They stare at each other for a few long seconds before Murder Hound tips his head down just slightly--'of course' is what he gets out of the exchange of looks, and then the omen simply shifts into the black cloud of smoke that billows up and behind, to disappear into the teen's back in the end. Returning to where he belongs after two and a half long days of waiting. Katsuki's hand slides down the wood of the heavy door as he raises his head up, finds the knob... and with a stopped turn, finds that it's locked. Of course it's locked. Why wouldn't it be fucking locked?
Which pocket was his key in? Did he even have it? He should've, but he also wasn't supposed to be gone for more than an hour... Ochako was staying home. He can't remember grabbing it from the hook he keeps it on.
He doesn't have the energy. For any of it. Anything at all. Instead of digging for it to find out if the key is even on his person, Katsuki just sighs. Drops the heavy support item he's been lugging with him the entire way onto the deck with a thud, leans into the frame to support himself there and brings a fist up to knock hard. Once. Twice. A third time. That should do it. And if she ain't home, or if Iida isn't here (because that's right... it dawns on him suddenly in his hazy brain that it isn't just Ochako he's returning to), well. Guess he's just gonna sit and rest for a few before figuring out the rest. Maybe shoot one of them a message to come peel his roadkill ass offa the front porch.
What: Return from the dead
When: Beginning of October
Where: Their home in Crenshaw
Content Warnings: Talk of death/dying, narrative descriptions of burns and blunt force trauma, his filthy mouth probably
[They don't live far from the beach, but it will wind up feeling like it might have been the longest journey of his life by the time Katsuki gets home. It's not just the dread of what's to come--there is going to be so much to fucking unpack emotionally as soon as he's reunited with his girlfriend, but also thanks to the fact that he can hardly keep himself walking straight. Every muscle in his body is screaming for reprieve as he forces them to work through their weakness, his equilibrium is still fucked sideways and Katsuki is actively fighting off the nausea that he... isn't sure he can even blame on the sea water he'd swallowed swimming his way back to shore. He'd already puked his guts out on the beach and gotten it out of his system, so... he's got nothing but the dizziness to account for the fact that he feels like he still wants to empty his guts with every step he takes. Consequences of dying, maybe? You come back feeling like road kill? Seems like a reasonable enough explanation. It's better than admitting that it might just be the trauma from what happened to him in the first place.
Every effort that doesn't go into forcing his legs to move is being applied there, willing away every mental snap shot and flashback to the indescribably painful sensation of his own flesh sizzling--burning away or the image of Dabi's face just before they were rendered into nothing but ash. Jaw hanging unnaturally because he clean snapped it off of his skull with one of his blows, tongue lolling. Wide, blood shot crazed eyes leering just inches between them--
No. Not fucking doing it. Go away. Go away! He'd puke right then and there, if there were anything left to eject in the first place. Fuck you, Dabi. You're not gonna fucking haunt him like that, you don't get another second of Katsuki's goddamn time! Just put one foot in front of the other and get home. It's fucking cold, his clothes are still dripping wet and all he wants is her.
His omen, having met him at the beach just after his departure from Dabi, helps support the unsteady teen as he makes his way up the few steps to the house... all the way to the door where Katsuki finally stops. He takes a moment to stare at the door, reaching his free hand out (the other is still holding the bracer he hadn't wanted to put onto his tingling arm) to touch it. As if to make sure that it's real. It is... and the rest of his afforded moment is spent with his forehead pressed to it while he tries to steady himself. Mentally, physically...
His gaze casts over to the omen standing just at his side, when he's ready to move. A silent and rare thank you being conveyed in expression from the teen to the ever attentive wolf watching him. They stare at each other for a few long seconds before Murder Hound tips his head down just slightly--'of course' is what he gets out of the exchange of looks, and then the omen simply shifts into the black cloud of smoke that billows up and behind, to disappear into the teen's back in the end. Returning to where he belongs after two and a half long days of waiting. Katsuki's hand slides down the wood of the heavy door as he raises his head up, finds the knob... and with a stopped turn, finds that it's locked. Of course it's locked. Why wouldn't it be fucking locked?
Which pocket was his key in? Did he even have it? He should've, but he also wasn't supposed to be gone for more than an hour... Ochako was staying home. He can't remember grabbing it from the hook he keeps it on.
He doesn't have the energy. For any of it. Anything at all. Instead of digging for it to find out if the key is even on his person, Katsuki just sighs. Drops the heavy support item he's been lugging with him the entire way onto the deck with a thud, leans into the frame to support himself there and brings a fist up to knock hard. Once. Twice. A third time. That should do it. And if she ain't home, or if Iida isn't here (because that's right... it dawns on him suddenly in his hazy brain that it isn't just Ochako he's returning to), well. Guess he's just gonna sit and rest for a few before figuring out the rest. Maybe shoot one of them a message to come peel his roadkill ass offa the front porch.
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Ochako's next words are heard. Her touch, from the hand on his face to the kiss she places on his lips, soothes. Her entire presence makes breathing more and more steadily so much easier... and it doesn't take long before the heaving drumming of his pulse is slowing. The adrenaline is dying down, and while Katsuki is still a little bit shaky as she takes his hand--still holds to the tub like it's holding him up, he's... better. More even. Enough to help intertwine their fingers together.
And a little bit confused, at first, because hearing his word come out of Ochako's mouth is like hearing a foreign fucking language. His brows knit and pop up high, mouth drops open in a silent 'hah?' and his head starts to tilt just slightly... before it clicks. Translates properly into his brain. ]
Tch! Y'damn dope. Laughing right after saying it makes it lose all of it's power, y'know. [Chiding, of course, but the incredibly rare smile that pulls his lips up on one side, a little strained but still there, says it all for him.
He needed that. Ochako always fucking knows just what he needs.
Katsuki shifts, moving his legs to stretch them out on either side of Ochako in the tub and scoots a little closer to her. Still leaving enough room
for Jesusto keep things from diving into awkward territory, but close enough to kiss her, firmly. Close enough to let his all too heavy head drop down to rest on one of her shoulders, when he does break it, eyes closing as his hand gives a light squeeze to hers.Sometimes he doesn't realize when he should say things versus acting, but Katsuki's emotional insight doesn't always fall short. He does know one thing that Ochako needs to hear, and he says it. Low, but certain. The something that she knows, but that Katsuki keeps close to his chest... not offering it often. Not because he doesn't feel it, but because he feels it so deeply and sometimes doesn't know what to do with it. That sacred set of words, that he never thought he'd ever feel, say or even have. The most important, the one she was robbed of hearing from him, right before he was killed.]
I fucking love you.
wrapping here!! ♥
And he's also teaching her to be bold, too. The ways she just acts without thought, without second-guessing herself or hesitating. He's made her feel strong, and confident in herself when in the past she never would be. Always comparing herself to someone else when the scope of her strength and growth has come far from the girl she used to be. She can float an entire bus without so much as a stomach cramp, and even a plane when she really went Plus Ultra. Always watching, always oberving and trying to keep her pace with the others, with him...it's helped Ochako grow, too.
Looking deep into his eyes, feeling the tension ebb from her boyfriend's taut muscles, Ochako also seems to relax a little as well. The stress she held over his wellbeing washes away as he settles into the water with her and they can finally just...be there. Together. They can finally exist in this space they've made with one another together and enjoy it. Her hand squeezes his gently, reassuring that she's there and she won't let him go until he needs his space again. Though considering how in love they are, and how they've been apart for what definitely is too long...they're probably not going to peel the other away any time soon.
And thank goodness, because seeing Bakugou's expression shift and turn into a scowl and a deeply confused and shocked look at her for dropping an F-Bomb right in the middle of their laps is the funniest thing she's beheld in a good, long while. It lightens the mood, and his tiny smile makes her heart sing in her chest, bubbling up to her throat as an airy giggle and laugh. The tension is released, and she feels...whole again. Her missing part is back. He's here.]
What power?! If it has any, it's all gone from how often you use it, you...you pottymouth!
[The laughter dies when he says those words to her, though her smile doesn't fade, and her expression softens with a sigh and s kiss to his cheek. He knows she loves him, she's said it before, and will say it as many times as he needs, and show it, too, but...Ochako coos and pulls his face down to hers for a slightly deeper kiss.]
I love you, too. Mmm...now turn around and let me wash your hair and back.
[Which she is reaching for a bottle of shampoo on his side of the tub. The sooner they get this done, the sooner they can rest, because heaven knows they both need it. Or at the very least, need to wake up next to each other again.]