[Katsuki retorts with that, but he knows that Izuku is right. He can't help it when he needs help, himself. He's just so tired of being a Hero that needs the help... he's impatient and wanting to be intimidating and cool again. Like this? He feels like a helpless little baby and he hates it.
But at the same time, he's so grateful Izuku was here. The other boy, without even asking, goes to fetch something that will work better for what Katsuki wanted ice for and he hands off the glass so he can take the cold pack and press it where it hurts the most. Nodding a little in thanks, before opening his mouth to complain:]
This shit better work. After everything it took to get here.
[The "shit" he's talking about is obviously the arm and it's little mechanisms that he asked Winry to include. He won't tell Izuku but he's admittedly terrified that it won't do what he wants it to, or he won't be able to move it at all. Only time will tell... time and rest. Rest that's going to be extremely hard for him to get.]
I know. But this isn't forever. Just give yourself a bit of time to recover. You'll be back sparring with me and doing Quests soon enough. This is just temporary.
[Izuku puts the cup down on a coaster at the table in the lounge, shifting next to the other and putting a hand on Bakugo's shoulder. This wouldn't be easy, it would take time, but he's also sure that if anyone could manage to pull through it, it would be Bakugo. His friend was strong and stubborn, determined enough that he's sure that the blonde would pull through. It's just a matter of getting there, time.]
[When Izuku touches at his shoulder, Katsuki looks over at his friend with an expression that can only really be described as tired... maybe a little disappointed, too. This was probably going to be his toughest challenge yet. Adjusting to a whole new limb, like this. Waiting weeks or months before he can fight again. But... he was ready to take it on. As much as he was suffering right now-- it won't be forever.
Just as Izuku says.]
...you're gonna hate sparring with me. Gettin' punched by a giant hunk of metal ain't gonna feel very good.
[Talking about violence always cheers the blonde up, and his tired expression already shifts to a small grin.]
It won't. No. But I can take it. It can't be worse than me breaking my arms all the time back when I was still figuring One For All.
[Izuku gives a smile, relieved that Bakugo seems to be a little more himself, keeping that defiant spark there. Seeing that grin. Even if he knows part of him should be more nervous than he probably is, at it. He's just glad that he can hopefully reassure the other and keep him going until he is able to manage more with his recovery and rehabilitation. He knows the other will be restless eventually, if not already a little. But he'd do his best to help support him and keep in touch with Winry about any issues. He's hoping that anything minor he could probably manage, with her advice.]
Hah... yeah. I don't plan on breakin' anything. But can't promise that I won't.
[The cold pack is helping a little bit, so Katsuki finally moves to go take a seat somewhere. Deciding to sit in the tea room on one of the floor cushions, so he can let his metal arm rest on the table a little. Take the weight off his shoulders.]
I gotta tell you 'bout something, Deku. An idea I've got. Somethin' that'll help me be stronger.
[Distracting himself from the pain is helpful, so he'll bring up a proper subject that isn't just about beating Izuku up.]
I guess we'll see when you first land a punch when we're able to spar.
[Izuku says, a little sheepish at that, but he easily follows, taking his cues from the other that they're shifting to the other room and sitting down there. He sits cross-legged and rests his mug at his front, glancing up from having a sip when the other says he has something to tell him. Green eyes blink from behind his bangs, curious.]
Aa? An idea? How do you mean, it'll help you be stronger?
[When Izuku inquires further, a sly smirk that was on the blonde's face spreads into a malicious looking smile. One with fire behind those eyes, and he leans in while he tells Izuku of his plan.]
Y'know that weird shop? "Riki's"? It's got all kinds of magical bullshit you can buy, and one of the big ticket items is somethin' I'm interested in.
[Katsuki has yet to partake in any of the stuff from that place, but it's where Hijikata is able to expand their home with the use of magic. So he's looked at the wares a couple of times out of curiosity.]
There's a potion that gives 'ya whatever super power you think up, and I've been thinking of using it to give myself my mobility back. Not by giving myself more explosions, but by giving myself rockets.
[He probably could give himself something similar enough that his right arm could use explosions just as his left but then what's the point of the mechanics he had installed if he did that?
If he only gave himself the ability to shoot rocket like explosions from his hands, well... now he's cooking.]
My automail should be able to use magic. I was told it works with the season stuff so I don't see why this wouldn't work, either.
Oh! Yeah. Um, I remember Evangeline-san? She mentioned using mirrors from there to get to someone else's place easily. She suggested I have a look when I was first here and was still at the apartment, so I could come and visit you guys more easily.
[He's used to that look. It doesn't always mean anything good. But he is kind of relieved about it. If it means it gives Bakugo something to work towards. A goal for dealing with his automail. He listens as the other explains, blinking when he mentions rockets.]
E-eh? Rockets.....?! Actually, that could work. I mean, maybe a little differently from your usual explosions, but enough to propel you to maneuver around.......
[....Yup. He's gone into nerd mode, considering the potential ideas and how it might work.]
[Katsuki for once won't yell at Izuku for mumbling, instead feeling excited that the other boy agrees that it sounds like it could work. If there was any flaw in his idea, he knew his trusty best friend could help him figure out the kinks.]
Exactly! That's the part of fighting I've been missin' the most. The flying. It's way more integral to my style than I ever realized.
[He can't do shit without the ability to fly. Sure, he can run extra fast now that he's a vampire and move around that way but it's different. The speed and height that his rockets give him are both so much more, and he can't perform his favourite move very well with only one engine to fly with.]
I can do with half the explosions. I've got my Winter stuff now, plus my gauntlets and my arm is hooked up with a gauntlet-like mechanic of it's own and a gun. I've got plenty of power to hit people with-- I just want my mobility back.
[Imagine Howitzer Impact with the addition of his Winter powers.... terrifying.]
Yeah. Rockets could help with that, I think. You'd just need to make sure you'd have enough fuel for it? Since this would be different from your Quirk with your sweat.....
[Would it need something like an engine? Probably. Izuku is no support expert like those in school who help make heroes their gear, but he has studied Quirks and the like. Has probably included different notes about their owner's gear and possible suggestions for improvements, but he's not necessarily that confident about his knowledge or expertise without checking with someone else.]
I'd suggest maybe some sort of boosters with your boots, maybe? Or perhaps the arm might be enough....
[Izuku should probably be more nervous about the chances of this absolutely backfiring when Bakugo spars with him and he gets hit with this, but. He's focusing on trying to help. On ideas, potential solutions.]
You're thinkin' about Quirks too much, Deku. This is magic. I don't need to think about fuel and all that junk.
[Katsuki points that out (literally, by pointing a finger at his friend while he talks), knowing that though Izuku isn't wrong he doesn't have to think so hard about it at the same time.]
I think I should be able to use the rockets without worrying if I'll need to care about gasoline or whatever. Like how Summer users can make flame just come outta their hands?
Though... now that you've mentioned using my feet to fly, that ain't a half bad idea.
[Maybe the magic can be general enough where he can just.. shoot rockets out from wherever he wants? He has no idea how it works, yet. But he's eager to find out.]
I'll have to be careful. I can get used to using a rocket with my hand again, but my feet? The balance is gonna be all off.
Aa, right. Sorry. I guess it's just habit. I've been trying to read more about the abilities here, trying to practice mine, but I'm not sure I'm making huge progress yet.
[He's been here a little over a month. Izuku probably shouldn't expect all that much in the way of progress yet, when he's been settling in and supporting Bakugo where necessary and all. Still, he nods as he thinks, a hand raising to his chin as he considers.]
Yeah. That'd definitely be something you'd have to practice. You're more used to using your hands, your arms. I dunno, it's just an idea. Maybe you could have the boosters as a backup or something? Or if you really needed to get somewhere high, or quickly?
[Katsuki hums a little, thoughtful as he thinks about Izuku's suggestion. Thankful that this conversation was doing a good job at distracting him from the nerve pain.]
...imagine how fast I'd be if I was using all four limbs to fly. That'd be terrifying to have me comin' at you like that.
[A big, evil grin is on his face again as he imagines it himself. Just how fast would four rockets be? He'd be a shooting star, at that point. A meteor ready to take out a chunk from the Earth.]
And it's fine that you got it mixed up, you're still getting adjusted. I kept callin' the powers "Quirks" for the first few months I arrived, so I get still thinking about how stuff works biologically. It's hard as hell to get used to the fact that powers here just... work.
Without any rhyme or reason behind 'em.
[He's been slow at learning his own season powers, honestly. Behind the others who arrived around the same time as him, because it's a little much to wrap your head around when you're so used to super powers being biological and with limits.]
You'd probably be able to give me a decent race with that against my speed.
[Izuku agrees, chuckling as he takes a sip of his drink. He doesn't want it to get too cold because he forgets about it, distracted as he is by their conversation. At least, it seems to be helping keep Bakugo's mind off the automail, the pain of it. If it's helping, Izuku doesn't mind chatting for a while.]
Yeah. It's hard to really think of it like....magic? I guess? But I have to remind myself this isn't home, and the abilities, the magic here, it isn't like Quirks.
[There's a sparkle that suddenly appears in Katsuki's eyes when Izuku says he'll give him a good race, always enjoying the idea of a challenge and being better than his rival. He just grins wider as a response to that, and leans his chin on his left hand as he continues talking.]
Yeah, it's weird as hell here. I'm jealous that no one else has to worry about things like needing to be hot enough to sweat out the stuff you fight with, but not too hot that you overheat and get sick. It ain't that easy to balance and figure out how to use your body the best way that you can without wrecking yourself, and no one else has to deal with that shit but us and the people from our world.
[There's been many, many times where Katsuki was too hot from his Hero Costume and had to do something with a headache or nausea. Of course, it's something he's just gotten accustomed to over time and has learned to prepare for but when he was younger it was so bad. Lots of moments where he had to take a break from training so he could cool off, otherwise he'd get heat stroke.
Summer users? They don't have to worry about overheating at all. They can use their firepower whenever they felt like, in any weather, and any condition.]
Everyone else-- even the people who had super powers before they got here think that Quirks and how they work are weird. They think the way we "worship" Heroes is weird. I've argued about fan merch with someone already, and they think I'm a freak for wanting my face on shirts and stuff.
[It's definitely a culture shock, and that big grin is gone by the time he finishes complaining about it.]
Yeah. I know you and a lot of our class have had issues and things to figure out how to work with in using and controlling Quirks. That's usually where support gear comes in to help too, but. Even with that....
[Izuku is glad to see that look again. Hoping to keep that ignited in his friend to give him something to look forward to. To keep him going even if this was going to be rough, and he knows the other will be restless. He hopes that if he can give Bakugo little things to look forward to, that will help keep him going when it gets rough.]
Really? Oh. I guess it's just normal for us since we grew up with merch and stuff. Everyone loved All Might.
[Katsuki nods. Even with the help of support gear, you've got to pay close attention to your body and it's needs. He feels like if Quirks worked more like magic, people would be... way stronger. Explosions without the need of nitroglycerin to make it work? Just.. being able to blow stuff up without any worry? That'd be crazy, honestly. He'd be even more unstoppable than he already is, somehow.]
Our world is one of the weirder ones out there, apparently. I've had so many people question how our society works and make dumb assumptions about it or shit all over Heroism.
[It's so silly to him that people can't grasp the concept of Heroism, and that it's usually just comic books and movies where people go out of their way to save lives like that.]
Someone even called me a "child soldier" once. Really pissed me off.
[It's not... entirely wrong...... but he still doesn't like the idea that they shouldn't be fighting so young or that it's wrong wanting to grow up to do something so dangerous.]
I guess it's different, elsewhere. They might not have professional heroes and Quirks like we do, so it might seem strange to them if they haven't grown up with it like we have. But....child soldier?
[Izuku hadn't necessarily considered that. They were still minors. Still, students studying to be professionals, whether through hero, support, or business courses and the like. But they were all helping out and doing what they could to minimize the potential damage from Shigaraki. From All For One. Izuku especially. He supposes it's....technically accurate? But it's just been kind of inevitable, given that they had grown up looking up to heroes like All Might and wanting to help people like he did in his prime. Like he still continued to do, even if just as their teacher and mentor.]
I guess that's not....wrong? But I hadn't really thought of it like that until now. I'm just doing what I can. To help. To stop Shigaraki, stop All For One.
It's a stupid comparison. If the adults had it handled on their own, we wouldn't need to get involved this early on in the first place. It ain't like they planned for kids to be fighting in a damn war.
[Katsuki adds that on, as well. Because even if it is quite similar, the difference between these two and actual child soldiers is that they're not supposed to be fighting the Really Bad Guys until after they graduate. After they've finished school, and learning every little thing to prepare them for their new dangerous lives.
And after he says that, he shifts to hold the cold pack on another part of his wound, wincing at how just barely touching it like this burned. Maybe if they hadn't gotten so involved with this "war" back home he wouldn't be so injured but... Katsuki doesn't regret it, and he can't agree with the people who think it's wrong for him to have been involved. That they're "child soldiers" and deserve pity.]
Ugh... fuck. I fucking hate how much this hurts.
[He's still going to complain about it though, even if he doesn't regret being in this situation.]
Yeah, exactly. They wouldn't have let us get involved if they didn't need our help.
[Izuku agrees. He can understand why others might find it harder to understand. That they might be against the idea of kids, even ones their age, getting involved. But at the same time, he knows he was specifically a target because of his situation. Him having been given One For All. It's complicated. But he supposes any situation where kids their age were fighting would be. He sighs, glancing down as he sips at his drink before Bakugo swears, complaining again.]
Aa, I'm not sure if it's quite time for you to have more painkillers yet. But is there anything else I can get you?
A bite? Oh, ah, yeah. Sure. I don't mind. If it might help. Go ahead.
[He's unsure where the other might prefer at the moment, so he pulls his shirt down a little more and also rolls up one of his sleeves. So that way, Bakugo will have access to his arm or his neck. Whichever he wanted to go with. After the surgery, Izuku probably should have anticipated he'd be tired and need more blood. Maybe he should have added more to the coffee? But that still probably isn't quite the same as feeding directly like this. He shifts to sit closer, next to Bakugo to support him with this. He never minds. It isn't like he doesn't already have plenty of scars and bruises anyway. What was one more? Especially if it was for his friend.]
[Izuku is too nice of a friend... sometimes, Katsuki feels guilty for asking things from him because he knows his answer will always be yes. But he also knows that he genuinely doesn't mind doing things like this, and it probably feels good being able to help in the first place knowing Izuku.
So Katsuki doesn't feel as bad this time as he looks his friend over to pick the best spot to bite. In fact, his stomach growls a little now that he's about to eat. And he decides to go with the arm, which is already covered in so many scars to begin with. He grabs Izuku's wrist and lifts his arm up, letting out an "itadakimasu" before chomping down and feeding.
He tries not to take too much, but... he's hungry. So Izuku might be a little light headed by the time Katsuki finishes eating.]
[He's just glad if he can help. He doesn't mind if he gets any marks or bruises. Not if it is to help Bakugo. He's already got so many, it isn't like he cares about more at this point. So it's fine. He extends his arm and lets Bakugo feed as much as he needs. He never thinks twice about helping others, especially his friends. It's how he has always been. Always putting others first. This is no different. Sure, others might point out to him that he won't be in any condition to help support Bakugo if he lets the other take too much. He barely winces as the fangs dig in. It barely registers, given his pain tolerance after what he had dealt with before in terms of injuries.
Which is sort of what happens here. He doesn't necessarily realize it right away, not in the moment, probably because he's way too used to being hurt or impaired in some way or other over the year or so that he has been with the hero course.]
Hm. That enough? I know the surgery must have tired you.
[Once Katsuki feels like he's had his fill, he pulls his fangs out of his friend's arm and licks some of the blood away from the wounds. Unfortunately, he's not the kind of vampire than can heal wounds himself but it doesn't matter that much. He figures Izuku will get himself a few bandaids and call it good, so he lets go of the other boy's arm so he can do just that. And he nods at his question, as well.]
Yeah, it really did. But your blood is energizing me, a little.
[It's always better fresh, and Izuku's blood felt particularly strong... maybe it was just placebo, and there really wasn't a difference between everyone's blood. But Katsuki feels like everything about the green haired boy was just filled with so much determination and willpower, that no doubt it runs through his blood too.
...nah. It's definitely placebo. Placebo and bias--]
Could still use a nap, probably. But I don't know how the hell I'm gonna sleep with this hunk of metal attached to me.
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[Katsuki retorts with that, but he knows that Izuku is right. He can't help it when he needs help, himself. He's just so tired of being a Hero that needs the help... he's impatient and wanting to be intimidating and cool again. Like this? He feels like a helpless little baby and he hates it.
But at the same time, he's so grateful Izuku was here. The other boy, without even asking, goes to fetch something that will work better for what Katsuki wanted ice for and he hands off the glass so he can take the cold pack and press it where it hurts the most. Nodding a little in thanks, before opening his mouth to complain:]
This shit better work. After everything it took to get here.
[The "shit" he's talking about is obviously the arm and it's little mechanisms that he asked Winry to include. He won't tell Izuku but he's admittedly terrified that it won't do what he wants it to, or he won't be able to move it at all. Only time will tell... time and rest. Rest that's going to be extremely hard for him to get.]
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[Izuku puts the cup down on a coaster at the table in the lounge, shifting next to the other and putting a hand on Bakugo's shoulder. This wouldn't be easy, it would take time, but he's also sure that if anyone could manage to pull through it, it would be Bakugo. His friend was strong and stubborn, determined enough that he's sure that the blonde would pull through. It's just a matter of getting there, time.]
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Just as Izuku says.]
...you're gonna hate sparring with me. Gettin' punched by a giant hunk of metal ain't gonna feel very good.
[Talking about violence always cheers the blonde up, and his tired expression already shifts to a small grin.]
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[Izuku gives a smile, relieved that Bakugo seems to be a little more himself, keeping that defiant spark there. Seeing that grin. Even if he knows part of him should be more nervous than he probably is, at it. He's just glad that he can hopefully reassure the other and keep him going until he is able to manage more with his recovery and rehabilitation. He knows the other will be restless eventually, if not already a little. But he'd do his best to help support him and keep in touch with Winry about any issues. He's hoping that anything minor he could probably manage, with her advice.]
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[The cold pack is helping a little bit, so Katsuki finally moves to go take a seat somewhere. Deciding to sit in the tea room on one of the floor cushions, so he can let his metal arm rest on the table a little. Take the weight off his shoulders.]
I gotta tell you 'bout something, Deku. An idea I've got. Somethin' that'll help me be stronger.
[Distracting himself from the pain is helpful, so he'll bring up a proper subject that isn't just about beating Izuku up.]
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[Izuku says, a little sheepish at that, but he easily follows, taking his cues from the other that they're shifting to the other room and sitting down there. He sits cross-legged and rests his mug at his front, glancing up from having a sip when the other says he has something to tell him. Green eyes blink from behind his bangs, curious.]
Aa? An idea? How do you mean, it'll help you be stronger?
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Y'know that weird shop? "Riki's"? It's got all kinds of magical bullshit you can buy, and one of the big ticket items is somethin' I'm interested in.
[Katsuki has yet to partake in any of the stuff from that place, but it's where Hijikata is able to expand their home with the use of magic. So he's looked at the wares a couple of times out of curiosity.]
There's a potion that gives 'ya whatever super power you think up, and I've been thinking of using it to give myself my mobility back. Not by giving myself more explosions, but by giving myself rockets.
[He probably could give himself something similar enough that his right arm could use explosions just as his left but then what's the point of the mechanics he had installed if he did that?
If he only gave himself the ability to shoot rocket like explosions from his hands, well... now he's cooking.]
My automail should be able to use magic. I was told it works with the season stuff so I don't see why this wouldn't work, either.
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[He's used to that look. It doesn't always mean anything good. But he is kind of relieved about it. If it means it gives Bakugo something to work towards. A goal for dealing with his automail. He listens as the other explains, blinking when he mentions rockets.]
E-eh? Rockets.....?! Actually, that could work. I mean, maybe a little differently from your usual explosions, but enough to propel you to maneuver around.......
[....Yup. He's gone into nerd mode, considering the potential ideas and how it might work.]
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Exactly! That's the part of fighting I've been missin' the most. The flying. It's way more integral to my style than I ever realized.
[He can't do shit without the ability to fly. Sure, he can run extra fast now that he's a vampire and move around that way but it's different. The speed and height that his rockets give him are both so much more, and he can't perform his favourite move very well with only one engine to fly with.]
I can do with half the explosions. I've got my Winter stuff now, plus my gauntlets and my arm is hooked up with a gauntlet-like mechanic of it's own and a gun. I've got plenty of power to hit people with-- I just want my mobility back.
[Imagine Howitzer Impact with the addition of his Winter powers.... terrifying.]
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[Would it need something like an engine? Probably. Izuku is no support expert like those in school who help make heroes their gear, but he has studied Quirks and the like. Has probably included different notes about their owner's gear and possible suggestions for improvements, but he's not necessarily that confident about his knowledge or expertise without checking with someone else.]
I'd suggest maybe some sort of boosters with your boots, maybe? Or perhaps the arm might be enough....
[Izuku should probably be more nervous about the chances of this absolutely backfiring when Bakugo spars with him and he gets hit with this, but. He's focusing on trying to help. On ideas, potential solutions.]
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[Katsuki points that out (literally, by pointing a finger at his friend while he talks), knowing that though Izuku isn't wrong he doesn't have to think so hard about it at the same time.]
I think I should be able to use the rockets without worrying if I'll need to care about gasoline or whatever. Like how Summer users can make flame just come outta their hands?
Though... now that you've mentioned using my feet to fly, that ain't a half bad idea.
[Maybe the magic can be general enough where he can just.. shoot rockets out from wherever he wants? He has no idea how it works, yet. But he's eager to find out.]
I'll have to be careful. I can get used to using a rocket with my hand again, but my feet? The balance is gonna be all off.
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[He's been here a little over a month. Izuku probably shouldn't expect all that much in the way of progress yet, when he's been settling in and supporting Bakugo where necessary and all. Still, he nods as he thinks, a hand raising to his chin as he considers.]
Yeah. That'd definitely be something you'd have to practice. You're more used to using your hands, your arms. I dunno, it's just an idea. Maybe you could have the boosters as a backup or something? Or if you really needed to get somewhere high, or quickly?
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...imagine how fast I'd be if I was using all four limbs to fly. That'd be terrifying to have me comin' at you like that.
[A big, evil grin is on his face again as he imagines it himself. Just how fast would four rockets be? He'd be a shooting star, at that point. A meteor ready to take out a chunk from the Earth.]
And it's fine that you got it mixed up, you're still getting adjusted. I kept callin' the powers "Quirks" for the first few months I arrived, so I get still thinking about how stuff works biologically. It's hard as hell to get used to the fact that powers here just... work.
Without any rhyme or reason behind 'em.
[He's been slow at learning his own season powers, honestly. Behind the others who arrived around the same time as him, because it's a little much to wrap your head around when you're so used to super powers being biological and with limits.]
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[Izuku agrees, chuckling as he takes a sip of his drink. He doesn't want it to get too cold because he forgets about it, distracted as he is by their conversation. At least, it seems to be helping keep Bakugo's mind off the automail, the pain of it. If it's helping, Izuku doesn't mind chatting for a while.]
Yeah. It's hard to really think of it like....magic? I guess? But I have to remind myself this isn't home, and the abilities, the magic here, it isn't like Quirks.
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Yeah, it's weird as hell here. I'm jealous that no one else has to worry about things like needing to be hot enough to sweat out the stuff you fight with, but not too hot that you overheat and get sick. It ain't that easy to balance and figure out how to use your body the best way that you can without wrecking yourself, and no one else has to deal with that shit but us and the people from our world.
[There's been many, many times where Katsuki was too hot from his Hero Costume and had to do something with a headache or nausea. Of course, it's something he's just gotten accustomed to over time and has learned to prepare for but when he was younger it was so bad. Lots of moments where he had to take a break from training so he could cool off, otherwise he'd get heat stroke.
Summer users? They don't have to worry about overheating at all. They can use their firepower whenever they felt like, in any weather, and any condition.]
Everyone else-- even the people who had super powers before they got here think that Quirks and how they work are weird. They think the way we "worship" Heroes is weird. I've argued about fan merch with someone already, and they think I'm a freak for wanting my face on shirts and stuff.
[It's definitely a culture shock, and that big grin is gone by the time he finishes complaining about it.]
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[Izuku is glad to see that look again. Hoping to keep that ignited in his friend to give him something to look forward to. To keep him going even if this was going to be rough, and he knows the other will be restless. He hopes that if he can give Bakugo little things to look forward to, that will help keep him going when it gets rough.]
Really? Oh. I guess it's just normal for us since we grew up with merch and stuff. Everyone loved All Might.
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Our world is one of the weirder ones out there, apparently. I've had so many people question how our society works and make dumb assumptions about it or shit all over Heroism.
[It's so silly to him that people can't grasp the concept of Heroism, and that it's usually just comic books and movies where people go out of their way to save lives like that.]
Someone even called me a "child soldier" once. Really pissed me off.
[It's not... entirely wrong...... but he still doesn't like the idea that they shouldn't be fighting so young or that it's wrong wanting to grow up to do something so dangerous.]
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[Izuku hadn't necessarily considered that. They were still minors. Still, students studying to be professionals, whether through hero, support, or business courses and the like. But they were all helping out and doing what they could to minimize the potential damage from Shigaraki. From All For One. Izuku especially. He supposes it's....technically accurate? But it's just been kind of inevitable, given that they had grown up looking up to heroes like All Might and wanting to help people like he did in his prime. Like he still continued to do, even if just as their teacher and mentor.]
I guess that's not....wrong? But I hadn't really thought of it like that until now. I'm just doing what I can. To help. To stop Shigaraki, stop All For One.
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[Katsuki adds that on, as well. Because even if it is quite similar, the difference between these two and actual child soldiers is that they're not supposed to be fighting the Really Bad Guys until after they graduate. After they've finished school, and learning every little thing to prepare them for their new dangerous lives.
And after he says that, he shifts to hold the cold pack on another part of his wound, wincing at how just barely touching it like this burned. Maybe if they hadn't gotten so involved with this "war" back home he wouldn't be so injured but... Katsuki doesn't regret it, and he can't agree with the people who think it's wrong for him to have been involved. That they're "child soldiers" and deserve pity.]
Ugh... fuck. I fucking hate how much this hurts.
[He's still going to complain about it though, even if he doesn't regret being in this situation.]
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[Izuku agrees. He can understand why others might find it harder to understand. That they might be against the idea of kids, even ones their age, getting involved. But at the same time, he knows he was specifically a target because of his situation. Him having been given One For All. It's complicated. But he supposes any situation where kids their age were fighting would be. He sighs, glancing down as he sips at his drink before Bakugo swears, complaining again.]
Aa, I'm not sure if it's quite time for you to have more painkillers yet. But is there anything else I can get you?
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...can I have a bite?
[Maybe some fresh blood would help him feel at least a little energized?]
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[He's unsure where the other might prefer at the moment, so he pulls his shirt down a little more and also rolls up one of his sleeves. So that way, Bakugo will have access to his arm or his neck. Whichever he wanted to go with. After the surgery, Izuku probably should have anticipated he'd be tired and need more blood. Maybe he should have added more to the coffee? But that still probably isn't quite the same as feeding directly like this. He shifts to sit closer, next to Bakugo to support him with this. He never minds. It isn't like he doesn't already have plenty of scars and bruises anyway. What was one more? Especially if it was for his friend.]
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So Katsuki doesn't feel as bad this time as he looks his friend over to pick the best spot to bite. In fact, his stomach growls a little now that he's about to eat. And he decides to go with the arm, which is already covered in so many scars to begin with. He grabs Izuku's wrist and lifts his arm up, letting out an "itadakimasu" before chomping down and feeding.
He tries not to take too much, but... he's hungry. So Izuku might be a little light headed by the time Katsuki finishes eating.]
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Which is sort of what happens here. He doesn't necessarily realize it right away, not in the moment, probably because he's way too used to being hurt or impaired in some way or other over the year or so that he has been with the hero course.]
Hm. That enough? I know the surgery must have tired you.
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Yeah, it really did. But your blood is energizing me, a little.
[It's always better fresh, and Izuku's blood felt particularly strong... maybe it was just placebo, and there really wasn't a difference between everyone's blood. But Katsuki feels like everything about the green haired boy was just filled with so much determination and willpower, that no doubt it runs through his blood too.
...nah. It's definitely placebo. Placebo and bias--]
Could still use a nap, probably. But I don't know how the hell I'm gonna sleep with this hunk of metal attached to me.
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