[could've done it with his fist. he respects choso too much for that. telling him it's over is release enough. the man's endured too much for one person. share the burden between the group and it'll be easier to handle going forward.
it's as if the man breaks down like a karakuri puppet, joint by joint collapsing until he's once more sitting on his heels. bakugo waits until choso's settled, then soaks the washcloth in the water basin.
splashes drip and spill from the fabric as he wrings it out, then reaches across the small space between them to wipe the damn material along choso's cheek. small motions, wipe wipe, circle circle, wipe wipe, going where the skin lacks the most give. leaving that patch clear by the time bakugo returns the cloth to the bowl and begins it anew.]
Thanks. For being so strong. [a quiet admission amid the falling rain of blood.]
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it's as if the man breaks down like a karakuri puppet, joint by joint collapsing until he's once more sitting on his heels. bakugo waits until choso's settled, then soaks the washcloth in the water basin.
splashes drip and spill from the fabric as he wrings it out, then reaches across the small space between them to wipe the damn material along choso's cheek. small motions, wipe wipe, circle circle, wipe wipe, going where the skin lacks the most give. leaving that patch clear by the time bakugo returns the cloth to the bowl and begins it anew.]
Thanks. For being so strong. [a quiet admission amid the falling rain of blood.]