[ 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. ]
[ ‘It’s okay if it’s just me’, ‘I can take it’, ‘it’s what I can do best’ - all words that echo in his head as Yuji tries to put the pieces together. It was a rash decision, but one that he thinks he made with logic. It made sense to him.
But Choso is right too. It’s not worth hurting his brother over. ]
Onii-san… I’m the only thing I have left to sacrifice for my goals. That’s okay to me… Sorry.
[ he cannot stop yuji on the battlefield, cannot fathom trying to stop him in motion, but in this, in these little sacrifices made to the name of a corporation that has scooped them out of their reality, in this choso lets his voice find iron, lets his grip on yuji grow tight. ]
[ He sinks into Choso more, allows himself to feel that iron grip, just strong enough that it comes through the haze of feeling and awkwardness of the operation. He can’t make Choso go through this again. He can’t. No matter what.
[ But it is, because that’s what he feels he deserves. Wiggling, he shuffles his aching body so he can press his face into Choso’s chest and breathe in the damp iron smell. Brother. Home. ]
[ which we? yuji's brothers? or the uncountable many who love this one supernova wrapped up into a boy's skin? ]
Right now, we're safe. You're safe.
[ if he hadn't dried himself out like a damn prune at bakugo earlier, this might be a much wetter conversation. lucky. with yuji curled in close, choso lets himself relax, rubbing a broad hand down yuji's back in soothing strokes. ]
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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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[ relief makes him boneless, makes him lie limp and unmoving around this small, warm brick of a body. ]
Don’t go back there, Yuji.
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[ Self-inflicted pain... Carrying it for the others... ]
I don't think there are any more upgrades I want. This... It hurt a lot. I feel so sick. It's not worth it, is it?
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I felt you change. I felt the change.
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[ Closing his eyes, he sighs. ]
Any pain would be worth it to beat him.
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LILITH is no friend of ours, Yuji.
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But Choso is right too. It’s not worth hurting his brother over. ]
Onii-san… I’m the only thing I have left to sacrifice for my goals. That’s okay to me… Sorry.
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[ he cannot stop yuji on the battlefield, cannot fathom trying to stop him in motion, but in this, in these little sacrifices made to the name of a corporation that has scooped them out of their reality, in this choso lets his voice find iron, lets his grip on yuji grow tight. ]
LILITH will not touch you again.
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[ He sinks into Choso more, allows himself to feel that iron grip, just strong enough that it comes through the haze of feeling and awkwardness of the operation. He can’t make Choso go through this again. He can’t. No matter what.
He kisses his brother’s forehead gently. ]
I’ll do better.
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[ lips on his forehead, a warm presence. ]
Don’t use yourself up before I can save you.
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[ Things he’ll always blame himself for. ]
You don’t have to save me.
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If I am worth protecting, then so too are you.
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[ He’s really trying… Face nuzzling into him, hands gripping him, wanton for warmth. ]
It… No. It’s fine.
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[ grating, ragged, but he holds all the tighter like an apology. ]
Stop rushing to die.
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[ But it is, because that’s what he feels he deserves. Wiggling, he shuffles his aching body so he can press his face into Choso’s chest and breathe in the damp iron smell. Brother. Home. ]
I want to stay with everyone.
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[ which we? yuji's brothers? or the uncountable many who love this one supernova wrapped up into a boy's skin? ]
Right now, we're safe. You're safe.
[ if he hadn't dried himself out like a damn prune at bakugo earlier, this might be a much wetter conversation. lucky. with yuji curled in close, choso lets himself relax, rubbing a broad hand down yuji's back in soothing strokes. ]