[he's not about to come in here and slam on the lights to blow izuku's eyes out of his head. had a hangover once and neither forgets the feeling nor wants to experience it again. he feels those eyes on him, taking in the details in the same way that nerd's always got the habit of doing.]
No shit.
[no one wants to see the return of deku the demon bunny from that fucking month. when the guy was a complete idiot, looking down on all of them, their strengths and accomplishments, and striking out on his own like he's the only one in the fucking world who can shoulder the burden of being a hero. it was only fitting he looked like shit at the end of it. and bakugou partially wanted to make him look even worse before dragging his ass back to u.a. luckily, that didn't happen and he came back scruffy with his friends rather than beaten to hell and back as his classmate's prisoner.
katsuki never asked for acceptance or gratitude for his apology, or even acknowledgement. so long as izuku heard his voice, knew his heart was sincere even if it changed nothing between them. there's still so much he has to atone for, to change and fix, without compromising who he is as a person. honestly, midoriya doesn't have to thank him for it... his very existence beside him right now is the gratitude and acknowledgement to bakugou's words.
he's alive. he's home. what more can dynamight ask for?
some part of him lingers on the frustration that comes from not having to "pay" for what he's done. never one to sweep things under the rug and forget about them without addressing and rectifying them. izuku's never called him out on his actions entirely, though he has stood up to him during their time at u.a., refused to be his punching bag, reclaimed the hurtful nickname for his own, and had the spine to tell him off (nicely) and proclaim his intention to be number one. in little ways, the feelings have come out... but the reality that midoriya's long-since forgiven him is sometimes difficult for bakugou to swallow. expecting to push against a wall and instead finding himself tripping and falling into empty air.
it's just how his childhood friend is. not something katsuki can "get" fully. but rather something he has to accept.]
Learn to say "no", dumbass. Especially when alcohol's involved.
[passing the tea to him, the blonde returns to the pot again to empower the tea with more bobbing of the bag. izuku's current cup isn't as strong as it could be, but it's a start. the steam and herbs should help his throat and calm some of the nausea in his stomach. a decent preparation before tossing the pills down his gullet to help with the rest. the smile glowing softly behind him is a quiet reminder of who midoriya really is, but also that he's pretty fucked up and tired right now. it's no wonder he's dealing with this mess.
he's not worried. he's not, shut up. once deku's back with his friends, where he belongs, getting the support and attention he needs, that smile will come back. not the same carefree, brilliant hope for the future he had before. no, izuku's seen too much, shouldered to much, to have the same smile as before. but instead, a more mature, understanding, and determined smile. the kind that all might would show. the kind everyone could see and trust to know things were going to be all right.]
Aa. [the gratitude's accepted. bakugou's content to sit in silence with him, letting the other boy lean on him and take comfort in his presence, both physical, verbal, and any other way he needs right now.] When's the last time you were asleep? Use your fingers. Save your fucking voice.
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No shit.
[no one wants to see the return of deku the demon bunny from that fucking month. when the guy was a complete idiot, looking down on all of them, their strengths and accomplishments, and striking out on his own like he's the only one in the fucking world who can shoulder the burden of being a hero. it was only fitting he looked like shit at the end of it. and bakugou partially wanted to make him look even worse before dragging his ass back to u.a. luckily, that didn't happen and he came back scruffy with his friends rather than beaten to hell and back as his classmate's prisoner.
katsuki never asked for acceptance or gratitude for his apology, or even acknowledgement. so long as izuku heard his voice, knew his heart was sincere even if it changed nothing between them. there's still so much he has to atone for, to change and fix, without compromising who he is as a person. honestly, midoriya doesn't have to thank him for it... his very existence beside him right now is the gratitude and acknowledgement to bakugou's words.
he's alive. he's home. what more can dynamight ask for?
some part of him lingers on the frustration that comes from not having to "pay" for what he's done. never one to sweep things under the rug and forget about them without addressing and rectifying them. izuku's never called him out on his actions entirely, though he has stood up to him during their time at u.a., refused to be his punching bag, reclaimed the hurtful nickname for his own, and had the spine to tell him off (nicely) and proclaim his intention to be number one. in little ways, the feelings have come out... but the reality that midoriya's long-since forgiven him is sometimes difficult for bakugou to swallow. expecting to push against a wall and instead finding himself tripping and falling into empty air.
it's just how his childhood friend is. not something katsuki can "get" fully. but rather something he has to accept.]
Learn to say "no", dumbass. Especially when alcohol's involved.
[passing the tea to him, the blonde returns to the pot again to empower the tea with more bobbing of the bag. izuku's current cup isn't as strong as it could be, but it's a start. the steam and herbs should help his throat and calm some of the nausea in his stomach. a decent preparation before tossing the pills down his gullet to help with the rest. the smile glowing softly behind him is a quiet reminder of who midoriya really is, but also that he's pretty fucked up and tired right now. it's no wonder he's dealing with this mess.
he's not worried. he's not, shut up. once deku's back with his friends, where he belongs, getting the support and attention he needs, that smile will come back. not the same carefree, brilliant hope for the future he had before. no, izuku's seen too much, shouldered to much, to have the same smile as before. but instead, a more mature, understanding, and determined smile. the kind that all might would show. the kind everyone could see and trust to know things were going to be all right.]
Aa. [the gratitude's accepted. bakugou's content to sit in silence with him, letting the other boy lean on him and take comfort in his presence, both physical, verbal, and any other way he needs right now.] When's the last time you were asleep? Use your fingers. Save your fucking voice.