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🌙 001 - [April Catchall - Open/Closed Prompts]
Who: Ochako Uraraka
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What: Various things through April!!
When: All through April.
Where: In Trench. :|a
Content Warnings: None at this time.
[TEXT - OPEN (LOCKED FROM BAKUGOU)]
[TEXT - CLOSED TO IZUKU AND TODOROKI]
[ACTION - CLOSED TO BAKUGOU]
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What: Various things through April!!
When: All through April.
Where: In Trench. :|a
Content Warnings: None at this time.
[TEXT - OPEN (LOCKED FROM BAKUGOU)]
Hello everyone!!
I'm a pretty new resident to Trench, maybe here about a month now, I think, and I'm still a little confused about the lack of money thing... It's pretty hard for someone like me who's not used to trading to get things, e-especially since I really don't have much to give.
Anyway, I want to know if there's anywhere to get some decent fabric? Or maybe even some yarn!! I'd like to make something for a friend's birthday next week, but I really don't know where to get the things I need, or how. I'd prefer not to give away any of my blood if I don't have to... And unfortunately I don't have the time to devote to working it off, if I want to get it to him on time...
So I guess, if anyone has any spare? I can get you something in return after the 20th, or work for it!! I'm really good at lifting and moving! ♥♥
Thank you! (´。• ω •。`)♡
[TEXT - CLOSED TO IZUKU AND TODOROKI]
Deku-kun, Todoroki-kun, I don't know if you encountered those weird portals that were popping up, but...I found a few things from home that I thought to give to you guys. You can come over to my and Bakugou's place to pick them up if you want!!
And we can have dinner together, too!! (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b I'll be sure to let Bakugou know so he doesn't slam the door in your face or something, lol. Maybe not tonight, since you can probably see I'll be a little busy, but maybe tomorrow or something?? Or if you wanna have a dinner together to celebrate Bakugou's birthday?
I don't think he'd enjoy a party, so just an hour or two to eat and hang out would probably make him really happy within his comfort zone. ♥
[ACTION - CLOSED TO BAKUGOU]
[After dealing with those who responded to her message on the Omni, Ochako puts it away in favor of actually looking for her blond friend. He's been a bit absent the past few weeks, and definitely a little...off. Ochako wrote it off as more of this world's bullshit - the past month was hell for them in a variety of different ways - but as the days kept passing, it seemed to get worse. She doesn't want to pry much, Bakugou's not the talkative sort like she is, but she's a little worried. It doesn't feel great just seeing him when they need to eat and sleep... She misses her friend, and spending time with him and talking to him.
So she's quietly puttering around their apartment, looking for signs that her friend is around. He should be, his shoes are here, and this place isn't exactly large, but...hopefully he's not just here to grab something and go again. That has also been a thing he's been doing, too. And becoming a bit of an annoyance to Ochako as well.]
Bakugou-kun? Are you here?
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When their eyes meet, Ochako shocks herself in that she doesn't even flinch. The sight of rusty blood smearing his face, under his nose and eyes, she doesn't so much as wince, though her heart does ache slightly for him. No, she locks her gaze with his and keeps that hand held tight in her own, refusing to let go. She will not let him go, even if he tries to pull away. He needs her right now, even if he doesn't want her. This isn't going to be easy, like she said, and Ochako sure as hell isn't going to make it easy for him, either. Bakugou is bad at talking, he avoids it at every turn, so she has to sometimes force him. An intervention and a challenge. Stay. Stay, breathe, and speak. Don't think.
Ochako says her peace, and waits patiently, though she gives her friend a brief reprieve and averts her gaze from his eyes, just long enough to look down at the rags still held in one of his hands and calmly reach for it. If he surrenders it, Ochako will run the tap gently with warm water, moisten the rag, and then bring it up to tenderly wash the blood off his face. It's almost motherly in a way, intimate and abundantly kind - something Ochako has in excess. Patient, kind, but also stern, bold, and strong. Even so, she is still just a young teen like Bakugou is, and after his question, after all of his internal turmoil rages like a desolate sandstorm, she has to pause and think about her answer.
And that answer is simple yet extremely difficult at the same time. Because, really--]
...I don't know. [It's said with a sad smile, as she presses the damp rag past his cheek.] I don't think I can really answer that for you, Bakugou.
It might not feel like it's enough. It might never feel like it's enough, yeah, but...you can't beat yourself up over something you did when you were a middle-schooler, either. I know that's easier said than done, but... [She takes a deep breath, moving closer to drag the rag down his cheek and hopefully get him to stop clenching his jaw. She hates that bad habit he picked up in Nippon...it always gives her bad memories of why and where it formed.] The fact is, you're growing up. You're changing, and if you acknowledge already what you did, and how you want to be better...then you've already taken a big step, y'know? You should be proud of that.
[I am.]
And, um...also? I-It's okay. To forgive yourself too, I mean.
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Katsuki does allow her to take the rag eventually, but at first his fingers do not seem keen to let her take it from him and take over his job of cleaning himself up. The taller teen is the epitome of tense, though the glance away really does serve as a split second reprieve that allows him to relax just a hair. Enough to not try to duck away from her hand when Ochako does turn back to him, to allow her to bring the damp cloth to his face. Still, there's nothing about his expression that has softened, in fact it's only knitting harder as she speaks quietly and gently gets to work.
The honesty is appreciated, even if it isn't necessarily the answer he was looking for. Really though, what else did he fucking expect, asking Ochako a loaded question like that? Briefly, his jaw does unclench... another brief moment of allowing himself to relax just a little bit more because her smile, while sad, is still somehow soothing. But Katsuki is right back to his old tricks, the moment his middle school self is brought into the conversation. God, is that what she fucking thinks? That it was just... fuck! That darker thought from earlier wasn't wrong, Ochako really doesn't know shit about this and it's really fucking apparent right now. Clench, tighter than before, brows knitting center even harder than before as his expression darkens all over again. Still trying to resist, to not fucking pull away from his best friend... he thinks he's got it. He's gonna keep looking her in the fucking eye and stomaching talking about this shit even though every word thereafter is tainted by that alone. As much as he can see that Ochako is right; that Katsuki has come a long fucking way from the monster he used to be, he just. It's fucking hard to allow himself to accept that it's something to be proud of, but she wants him to and he's honestly trying to take that gift from her.
And then she goes and fucking says that. He made it so far into this, he did... so fucking well, and now? He's unable to stop himself from snapping.
Katsuki's hand flies up very suddenly to take her wrist into a tight, but restrained hold and he yanks it away from his face. Eyes wide and livid-- almost desperate beneath that live-wire look as his face twists and his teeth bare. Volume rising, a hint of cracking emotion in the boom of it.] Like hell it's okay! This ain't just some fucking middle school bullshit I pulled, this is--fuck! [He's got to let go of her. He's going to squeeze her wrist too hard, and hurting Ochako is the last thing he ever fucking wants to do. Katsuki pushes her arm away and lets go, tries to take a step back to put some distance between them. It's the only logical move he's got, when everything else is boiling over dangerously on the inside.] If you actually knew what the hell you were even talking about--if you had any idea of anything I did, you'd know that it'd be a fucking disservice to every effort I'm making change, and to him if I ever forgave myself for the hell I put him through! It isn't ever gonna be fucking okay!
[The breath he has to suck in after practically screaming that into her face is sobering, to say the least, and the realization that he's just lost his fucking temper on Ochako is visibly dawning on him; fury bleeding into wide eyed horror. His mouth suddenly snaps shut, his teeth grind into each other hard and Katsuki turns his head away from her as he raises his hand to wipe at his nose.
Fuck. He's such a fucking prick. He's always going to be a fucking prick. It's ingrained in him at this point, he can't get rid of it. Couldn't beat his own hair-trigger anger to save his fucking life. Wouldn't blame her in the slightest if she just said fuck it and walked out on his sorry ass, right here and now.]
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Ochako isn't usually scared of Bakugou, he's her best friend, and he's usally more bark than he is bite, but when he's pushed over the edge...yeah. Yeah, he's a little scary. She can't help the look in her eye, or the way her lip trembles a bit when he grabs her, because it's her fault. Again it's her fault because she couldn't do the right thing. Couldn't say the right thing. Because she's too damn ignorant of the situation and of her best friend's hidden feelings that she's just grasping at straws to help him. But she can't. She really can't help with this at all, can she? She's only making it worse.
Ochako takes a step back, just one, then stops herself. Don't you dare her conscience screams in her ear, buzzing loudly until she steps forward to make up for it. Since when does she ever back down to anything? Since when does she ever back down to Bakugou? She made a fucking promise, to stay by his side matter what. No matter what - even if he yells at her, blows her up, or hates her for it. She's not breaking that promise. They have each other, that's what they said long ago in Nippon.
But...still...]
Then what do you want me to do, Bakugou? [Because she's at a loss.] Whatever this is, I can't help you with it. Because you're right, I don't know... I don't know, and it's not even my place to know unless you or Deku tell me.
But you're...y-you're my friend, and I made a promise - we made a promise - so...tell me what I can do. What I can do. Cuz m'not leaving. C...C-Can't make me.
[The accent. It's slipping out a little as the brunette purses her lips tight, shoulders shaking and back straight as she fights the urge to cry. Fuck that noise, she's not doing it. Ochako refuses to cry now, not when it's Bakugou who is suffering the most right now.]
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She already took a fucking step back from him, is already looking at him like she's ready to break down and start crying. Just like fucking before. This is a horrible repeat of that night in Nippon, except this time? Katsuki is certain that there isn't some sappy fucking happy ending where they hug and make stupid fucking promises like that to each other.
And he did that shit. Him and only him. Just like he knew he would, like he's going to continue to do because now they're both backed into a fucking corner here. It was unavoidable, and in this moment Katsuki is just as sure that he's the worst kind of person for letting Ochako fucking pledge herself to him in that way when he knows how twisted his head and his heart are.]
I already fucking told you, you can't help me any more than you already have! [It's hissed sharply through clenched teeth--he's using every ounce of his willpower to keep his voice at a reasonable level even though it feels like he's literally going to fucking explode if he doesn't let it out. Turning his head just enough to look at her darkly from the corner of his eye, Katsuki tries something else grounding to keep himself from spilling over again. To keep himself from taking his shit out on her any more. He stuffs one hand into his pocket and balls it into a tight fist, using the cut of his blunt nails digging in harshly to keep himself as even as he fucking can.] This, right here? [The hand not clenched like a vice in his pocket gestures to her. Ochako's entire form; trembling, upset yet defiant body language as she stares him down. Looks her right in the eyes that look like they could well up at any fucking second, and Katsuki struggles to keep his volume from rising from that hiss... but still somehow manages it below a yell, at least.] This is exactly why I didn't wanna come home. I knew that I'd be a fucking asshole no matter what I did, but at least staying away meant I wouldn't go and trample all over your feelings like this! Over shit you can't do anything about, but would try to anyway cause you're... you're so fucking good! You shouldn't be here tearing yourself up about how to help me when I don't-! [Deserve it. Have no fucking right to anything like that.
Who was helping fucking Deku, when he was being tormented? No one. No one at all. None of their peers, not a single one of their fucking teachers. No one was stopping Katsuki from acting like a fucking tyrant--because he'd have given them more of the same and it's so fucked up that he can't even wrap his mind around it sometimes. So why should he ever allow anyone to intervene on his behalf as he finally gets his own, however the universe decides he should???] These're my consequences and mine alone. The shit that's happening now has been a long time coming and I- I shouldn't've- fuck! I shouldn't have ever let you make that shitty promise to me!
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If only he could realize that! That no matter what, promise or not, she will always try to help him. Ochako will always help anyone and everyone she can, because that's just who she is. She's a Hero, yes, but she's also...good, like he said.]
Bakugou-kun, stop worrying about me, please. Do you not think i don't know how you are? Even if we've only known each other a year or something...I know the type of person you are. [She takes a deep breath, looking him dead in the eye and she steels her resolve again. She doesn't want to be weak right now, or emotional. She has to be strong...for him.] I know, and I don't care. I like how you are normally, because despite that, you've always been a good person deep down. Don't you remember? I said how much I've admired you back in Nippon... All those bad things you focus on...they've never really taken away from the good traits you have.
I'm not here because I'm good, or kind, or whatever. I'm here because I want to be. Because you're my best friend and you are worth every effort I put in. [She takes a step forward again, getting more in his face because he has to realize just how...how precious he is to the people around him. Those that choose to be close to him do just that. They choose to be. Despite everything...he's a part of them now.] ...If you go, I'll chase after you. Just like with Deku. I'm not letting another one of my friends go through what he did. You're just as important as anyone else, so...so let me walk beside you!!
I made that promise because I wanted to, not because you let me!! It was my choice, Bakugou, and you can't take that away. [She grits her teeth, eyes glassy, fists also clenched at her sides.] I already failed to help you once...I won't do it again. Even if it's just staying by your side...holding your hand...I-I'll do...d-do what I c-c-can...
BECAUSE YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO ME, YOU STUPID IDIOT!!