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Katsuki Bakugo ([personal profile] boombam) wrote in [personal profile] procedere 2025-08-08 06:01 am (UTC)

action, after getting his automail!!!

[The surgery was just as awful as Katsuki expected it to be. No, worse. When he had his arm amputated he had access to numbing and pain medicine for the after care, since it was done by someone who had access to those things. This time? He had healing magic to rely on which didn't get rid of all of the pain. And he had to have more of his arm removed in order to hook the automail directly up to his nervous system. So... one can only imagine how that went. Winry described it as him feeling anything from "notable" pain to "excruciating" pain...

He started loud and angry, complaining whenever something hurt but about midway through Katsuki went completely silent. And that's where he stayed for the rest of the operation. Deathly quiet and staring past Izuku at a random stain on the wall in front of him. The pain was so intense he felt as though if he said anything-- if he looked at anything other than the wall he'd just start screaming. At the very least, he made the installation of his new automail smooth as it could be by sitting still and quiet. And it's over as quick as Winry could get it to be. He's given a sling and told to rest, and that it should be moving in a couple of weeks and to expect full recovery and mobility to take some months.

Izuku no doubt thanks Winry enough for the both of them, as Katsuki continues to stay silent and only nods when he's told how to take care of his arm and what to expect from here out. He has nothing to say as Izuku gently ushers him from the building, and still nothing as they travel back to their quaint little home in Sunwaning. It's not until they're both actually inside their home that he finally, finally has something to say.]


...this.. th-this doesn't hurt.

[Without even stopping to take his shoes off first-- the blonde walks into their sitting room. But rather than sit he starts to pace around the room in a circle.]

It doesn't hurt. It doesn't! I-I've dealt with worse! Way worse! I can handle this! I can handle ANYTHING...!!

[He's telling himself this, with a smile that looks so terribly forced and strained, as if it'll make the pain go away. Pacing and pacing because he's so restless and isn't sure if sitting down would help or not. But surely walking around isn't really helping either....]

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