[ To Yuji, still a touch disorientated, it feels like mere seconds between the message and Choso appearing. He's getting used to time being weird, though, and he pushes himself up to see... Wet dog Choso.
Wait, he really was literally in the shower? What the - ]
Onii-san, what're you - [ Getting up with a wince, foot feeling numb, Yuji scrambles for a towel. ] Come here!
[ choso encapsulates the vibe of Wet Dog so well; all the mass and fluff of his usual silhouette hangs off his considerable frame now, hair come undone at some point since they last saw each other (this morning, only hours ago if that) to splay down his back, clothing stuck to skin. the only signs of the earlier blood surge lingers still in the beds under his nails, in the crease of his nose, the spaces between his teeth; whatever has happened, it has been washed away in some kind of cleansing flood.
choso splats forth, barefoot and awkward in the way of someone who has never had to consider the art of wringing out before now. ]
[ Which, you know, it isn't, but his concern for Choso wins out. He's got the towel in hand, and stepping over to try and wrap it around his brother's shoulders, arms wobbling as they reach over his head. His heart is beating a little too fast in his chest, panic making him feel uncomfortable, before he seems to stop, like a shiver runs through him.
[ it’s a good idea, honestly, but choso isn’t thinking about things like logic or reason when he reaches out to grab yuji around the ribs and pull him in close with a very moist splat.
choso’s hold is strong when he fits his chin between yuji’s shoulder and neck, all but crushing the boy in this soggiest of embraces. ]
It’s okay! [ he isn’t referring to the water or the clothes or whatever; each word is a burst, a rush of reassurance for the both of them. ]
[ Shlap, and there's wet on his skin, but Yuji doesn't... Really feel it. The sensation of what he imagines would be cold-damp-ugh doesn't exist against his skin, not when he feels as numb as he does, and he frowns even as his arms lift to wrap around Choso in return. ]
I'm sorry, I should've thought more about your pain.
[ Leaning in, he sinks against him a little more, frowning. ]
... I can't feel it, onii-san. Can you hug me a little harder?
[ he’s torn. on one hand, yuji was innocent. on the other hand, if bakugo was mad about something, doubtless there was a good reason for it. argh!
but wait. pay attention, choso: the water’s puddling unpleasantly, and it’s getting cold besides.
with a shiver, choso steps back, nudging at yuji as if to shoo him back toward the bed before he begins the surprisingly arduous process of peeling the wet things off himself, discarding the poor loungewear on the floor with some horrible splats. he’d worry about it later, or let the little roomba worry about it for him. (here it comes on cue, puttering in like the belated cavalry)
eventually, regrettably perhaps, choso achieves nakedness in its entirety, unabashed as he putters to grab the nearest shirt and pair of sweatpants (where they belong, in their little drawer homes). ]
Here, Yuji, this shirt is warmer.
[ says choso, turning around with his own barely halfway on his head, a hoodie held out to indicate. ]
[ Yuji is turning around as soon as his brother begins to strip, the wet fabric hitting the floor, lifting a hand to cover his eyes. That's the sort of thing you warn people about! As if that matters, since they're brothers, but it's still weird to see someone you're probably maybe related to stripping down and getting naked like it's nothing.
He waits until he's fairly sure the other man is dressed before he turns his head, tugging off his own damp shirt and hoodie and reaching out to take the new, dry one with a huff of noise. It's not as if he can even feel the cold right now... ]
Sometimes I think you're doing fine, then I remember there's so much more to teach you.
[ But he does flop back onto the bed, twitching a little as he groans and leans back. Hot, cold, no feeling and then too much: his body is swinging between them all and making him feel queasy with it. ]
[ was it the water? should he have left the clothes in the bathroom? make a note to do so next time. if there is a next time. there better not be a next time.
still damp but now dressed, choso settles himself onto the bed, crawling over carefully to arrange himself around yuji’s splayed form not unlike a cat lying down on its preferred perch. ]
[ hair damp, skin cold, choso still curls up around yuji as tight as he dares, a fetal curl with arms looping around the boy’s shoulders and head to hold him in close. it’s only been a few hours at most. it feels like days. like years stretched out, one agonized heartbeat after the other. ]
I understand. When is it acceptable?
[ he asks, cheek against the top of yuji’s head, sighing long and deep in this naked relief. ]
When no one is around, or people aren't looking, or it's a changing room or something like that. Those parts of you are private.
[ Reaching up, Yuji strokes his fingers through Choso's hair, the damp strands of it still sticky, and he sighs softly, rubbing the back of his head with soft fingers. ]
[ Yuji smiles softly, even as he aches. Being close to Choso helps, his healing implant twinning with his cursed technique to ease his hurts and internal wounds. ]
I was fine. I can handle pain, you know that. I didn't think you'd be able to feel it, but when it started, I knew you could.
[ Resting his forehead on Choso's, he closes his eyes. ]
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[ in the revelation showers, there comes an ominous Squelching ]
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it doesn't hurt bad right now
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is someone with you?
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but im alone now
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when choso steps into the room, he does in fact squelch when he moves. ]
Yuji?
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Wait, he really was literally in the shower? What the - ]
Onii-san, what're you - [ Getting up with a wince, foot feeling numb, Yuji scrambles for a towel. ] Come here!
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choso splats forth, barefoot and awkward in the way of someone who has never had to consider the art of wringing out before now. ]
Stop wandering, you were just in surgery!
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[ Which, you know, it isn't, but his concern for Choso wins out. He's got the towel in hand, and stepping over to try and wrap it around his brother's shoulders, arms wobbling as they reach over his head. His heart is beating a little too fast in his chest, panic making him feel uncomfortable, before he seems to stop, like a shiver runs through him.
Everything feels like... Too much, right now. ]
Change your clothes and sit with me in that case!
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choso’s hold is strong when he fits his chin between yuji’s shoulder and neck, all but crushing the boy in this soggiest of embraces. ]
It’s okay! [ he isn’t referring to the water or the clothes or whatever; each word is a burst, a rush of reassurance for the both of them. ]
You did it, Yuji. It’s okay. We’re okay!
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I'm sorry, I should've thought more about your pain.
[ Leaning in, he sinks against him a little more, frowning. ]
... I can't feel it, onii-san. Can you hug me a little harder?
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[ perplexed, choso nevertheless squeezes yuji a lil harder, head craning to peer down at the fluffy pink thing in his moist bosom. ]
Was it an error? I will find Spim immediately.
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[ The extra squeeze means he can feel it, a little, and he sinks into Choso's arms with a sigh. ]
It feels better when I'm with someone I trust. Like I can relax.
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[ at last, he is here to help, to keep, to make better.
he gives another squeeze, all but crushing the young man with the force of his squelchy love ]
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[ Reaching up, Yuji goes to touch his hair, to try and work through the tangles in a familiar way, ignoring the weird, sticky feeling of water. ]
You should change before you catch a cold, though.
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[ stupid, stupid, he didn’t think of it either, hadn’t given it due consideration. choso’s grip tightens. squiiiissshhh… ]
Bakugo was with me, we are all fine.
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[ Bakugo is going to rip him to pieces for making Choso suffer like that, especially after their last conversation. ]
Change, so we can lie down.
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[ he’s torn. on one hand, yuji was innocent. on the other hand, if bakugo was mad about something, doubtless there was a good reason for it. argh!
but wait. pay attention, choso: the water’s puddling unpleasantly, and it’s getting cold besides.
with a shiver, choso steps back, nudging at yuji as if to shoo him back toward the bed before he begins the surprisingly arduous process of peeling the wet things off himself, discarding the poor loungewear on the floor with some horrible splats. he’d worry about it later, or let the little roomba worry about it for him. (here it comes on cue, puttering in like the belated cavalry)
eventually, regrettably perhaps, choso achieves nakedness in its entirety, unabashed as he putters to grab the nearest shirt and pair of sweatpants (where they belong, in their little drawer homes). ]
Here, Yuji, this shirt is warmer.
[ says choso, turning around with his own barely halfway on his head, a hoodie held out to indicate. ]
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[ Yuji is turning around as soon as his brother begins to strip, the wet fabric hitting the floor, lifting a hand to cover his eyes. That's the sort of thing you warn people about! As if that matters, since they're brothers, but it's still weird to see someone you're probably maybe related to stripping down and getting naked like it's nothing.
He waits until he's fairly sure the other man is dressed before he turns his head, tugging off his own damp shirt and hoodie and reaching out to take the new, dry one with a huff of noise. It's not as if he can even feel the cold right now... ]
Sometimes I think you're doing fine, then I remember there's so much more to teach you.
[ But he does flop back onto the bed, twitching a little as he groans and leans back. Hot, cold, no feeling and then too much: his body is swinging between them all and making him feel queasy with it. ]
But I'm still glad you're here.
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[ was it the water? should he have left the clothes in the bathroom? make a note to do so next time. if there is a next time. there better not be a next time.
still damp but now dressed, choso settles himself onto the bed, crawling over carefully to arrange himself around yuji’s splayed form not unlike a cat lying down on its preferred perch. ]
I will always be here for you, Yuji.
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[ Obviously... He probably does that with Toji... UGH...
Curling up, he wiggles a little closer, sinking his arms around his brother and pressing his face into him with a soft sigh. ]
Mmf. Me too, onii-san.
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I understand. When is it acceptable?
[ he asks, cheek against the top of yuji’s head, sighing long and deep in this naked relief. ]
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[ Reaching up, Yuji strokes his fingers through Choso's hair, the damp strands of it still sticky, and he sighs softly, rubbing the back of his head with soft fingers. ]
I really hurt you this time, didn't I?
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[ which means it’s low on the priority list, he’ll remember to ask about it later if he doesn’t just forget.
at the touch to his hair, choso nuzzles his face into yuji’s, allowing short, pink strands to tickle at his nose, his cheeks. ]
It was frightening, Yuji. I was so scared for you.
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I was fine. I can handle pain, you know that. I didn't think you'd be able to feel it, but when it started, I knew you could.
[ Resting his forehead on Choso's, he closes his eyes. ]
I'd never want you to hurt like that.
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