[ Does he? Katsuki's eyes flicker from their fiercely red colors to a dimmer sort of hue. As if he's unfocused in the moment, still holding Izuku's hand within his own. ]
What ...? [ He frowns a bit, his heart beginning to race and skipping a beat. Katsuki feels uncomfortable, as if his mouth and throat are dry. Trying to swallow, he attempts to say something else again - ]
Why aren't you smiling anymore? What happened to you, when we weren't there?
[Izuku tries to say, tries to reassure Bakugo. He hadn't meant to worry them. He'd kept in touch with All Might. So that their mentor and teacher knew what was going on, how his attempts were progressing at getting information about Shigaraki. He knows his attempt at a smile right then might be a little sheepish, and that it falls quickly when Bakugo asks him about that period.]
I was just trying to find the prisoners. To see if they had information about where Shigaraki was. And helping where I could. I was fine.
[Nothing really major had happened. If it had, Bakugo would certainly have heard about it. But then again, it isn't like Izuku had really been focused on his appearance. That he had noted just how tattered his suit was. How exhausted he was.]
[ As if he hadn't just muttered those words to Izuku, Katsuki takes the hand in his and tugs him forward rather violently. Meaning to try to cause the other to stumble over his own two feet. While he has done that - he means to let the other go. Let them fumble and possibly fall, while he waltzse right past him. Carrying a brooding feeling of anger that wells deep within his chest. ]
Yeah, sure, you still tellin' yourself that? That you were fine. [ Hissing under his breath, Bakugo continues walking, heading towards where they had both crashed through. ] We're done training for the day, forget it.
[He opens his mouth to say something, but whatever he might have been about to say seems to die in his throat as Bakugo tugs him forward. He's not quite steady on his feet when the other releases him. Izuku stumbles, falling. He glances up at Bakugo when he walks by, shifting to get to his feet himself, brushing off some dirt from his cheek with his sleeve.]
Kacchan? Wait up!
[He knows he screwed things up. He can't expect it to just be magically fine because he was back now. It's harder to say if it was more Izuku's own guilt over leaving or Bakugo's fury over him doing so without a word. But he does want to try to fix things. He stumbles as he tries to follow after the blonde.]
[ Izuku does nothing wrong - quite litearlly. Katsuki is just unable to bear the sincerity that makes him who he is, especially in this moment when he wants Izuku to - trust him fully? Lean on him? See him as someone he can blindly believe in?
The sting in his pride that Izuku doesn't, and the hurt in his feelings, causes him to ache awkwardly, and he doesn't realize there is more to that reason. Doesn't want to think or care for it, Bakugo tries to swallow all of that down like a hard pill. An itch that comes as a consequence of this, making him want to turn around. Crawling along the back of his neck, and it takes his full sheer willpower to not turn around and face Izuku again - he tries hard to ignore him instead.
Tries to bury his feelings back in that hatred he had always felt for him, but doesn't want to do that either. ]
[Izuku is oblivious to what was really going on, what was going through Bakugo's mind. The reason he was so angry. So it is hard for him to know what to do. What does the other need? What he might have done, exactly. He just knows that he wants to catch up. That he is frustrated and unsure of what he could do to fix things. Whatever it was.
Izuku picks up pace, reaching for the other's shoulder if he manages to catch up.]
[ Bakugo turns sharply, his shoulder bumping hard against Izuku's hand as he turns over to look him in the face rather suddenly. Red eyes that fiercely stare into his emerald colors, puffing up his own chest a bit as he tries to tower over the other. Katsuki is, in fact, a few inches above Izuku, but when he moves in the way that he does. Suddenly stepping in close, it may feel like he's bigger. ]
DON'T.
[ Katsuki just apologized, and he just got over those feelings of terror he once felt. The idea that he was less than Izuku anytime he stood in front of him like this - reaching out that hand of his with a desire for help. So as he barks that single word at Izuku, his teeth gnash tightly together, right after. Exposed, as if he were a wolf growling angrily at him, baring fangs to bite down at Izuku with. Again, he says nothing, but he stares back at him fiercely-angrily, a small bit of hurt lingering deep within the well of anger he has within his chest, and also something else.
Which lingers there in a new kind of heat between the two of them, standing there in silence, bearing down a gaze at him. ]
[He's used to the other's volume. The shouting. The yelling. He just senses somehow that this is.....different, this time. A different sort of tension between them that he isn't sure what to do about. How to help. What it meant? He isn't entirely cowering and backing down like he might have earlier. Not stepping back. But his hand, reaching for Bakugo, pauses in place, fingers clutching loosely and touching his palm instead of his intention to touch the other's shoulder. He knows they aren't that much different in height. But it feels like more when Bakugo is furious, puffing up like this. It isn't that it's not intimidating. A little. But Izuku is more concerned than afraid right now.]
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What ...? [ He frowns a bit, his heart beginning to race and skipping a beat. Katsuki feels uncomfortable, as if his mouth and throat are dry. Trying to swallow, he attempts to say something else again - ]
Why aren't you smiling anymore? What happened to you, when we weren't there?
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[Izuku tries to say, tries to reassure Bakugo. He hadn't meant to worry them. He'd kept in touch with All Might. So that their mentor and teacher knew what was going on, how his attempts were progressing at getting information about Shigaraki. He knows his attempt at a smile right then might be a little sheepish, and that it falls quickly when Bakugo asks him about that period.]
I was just trying to find the prisoners. To see if they had information about where Shigaraki was. And helping where I could. I was fine.
[Nothing really major had happened. If it had, Bakugo would certainly have heard about it. But then again, it isn't like Izuku had really been focused on his appearance. That he had noted just how tattered his suit was. How exhausted he was.]
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Yeah, sure, you still tellin' yourself that? That you were fine. [ Hissing under his breath, Bakugo continues walking, heading towards where they had both crashed through. ] We're done training for the day, forget it.
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Kacchan? Wait up!
[He knows he screwed things up. He can't expect it to just be magically fine because he was back now. It's harder to say if it was more Izuku's own guilt over leaving or Bakugo's fury over him doing so without a word. But he does want to try to fix things. He stumbles as he tries to follow after the blonde.]
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The sting in his pride that Izuku doesn't, and the hurt in his feelings, causes him to ache awkwardly, and he doesn't realize there is more to that reason. Doesn't want to think or care for it, Bakugo tries to swallow all of that down like a hard pill. An itch that comes as a consequence of this, making him want to turn around. Crawling along the back of his neck, and it takes his full sheer willpower to not turn around and face Izuku again - he tries hard to ignore him instead.
Tries to bury his feelings back in that hatred he had always felt for him, but doesn't want to do that either. ]
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[Izuku is oblivious to what was really going on, what was going through Bakugo's mind. The reason he was so angry. So it is hard for him to know what to do. What does the other need? What he might have done, exactly. He just knows that he wants to catch up. That he is frustrated and unsure of what he could do to fix things. Whatever it was.
Izuku picks up pace, reaching for the other's shoulder if he manages to catch up.]
You okay?
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[ Katsuki just apologized, and he just got over those feelings of terror he once felt. The idea that he was less than Izuku anytime he stood in front of him like this - reaching out that hand of his with a desire for help. So as he barks that single word at Izuku, his teeth gnash tightly together, right after. Exposed, as if he were a wolf growling angrily at him, baring fangs to bite down at Izuku with. Again, he says nothing, but he stares back at him fiercely-angrily, a small bit of hurt lingering deep within the well of anger he has within his chest, and also something else.
Which lingers there in a new kind of heat between the two of them, standing there in silence, bearing down a gaze at him. ]
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[He's used to the other's volume. The shouting. The yelling. He just senses somehow that this is.....different, this time. A different sort of tension between them that he isn't sure what to do about. How to help. What it meant? He isn't entirely cowering and backing down like he might have earlier. Not stepping back. But his hand, reaching for Bakugo, pauses in place, fingers clutching loosely and touching his palm instead of his intention to touch the other's shoulder. He knows they aren't that much different in height. But it feels like more when Bakugo is furious, puffing up like this. It isn't that it's not intimidating. A little. But Izuku is more concerned than afraid right now.]
Kacchan, just....talk to me.