[ it's so much easier to let bakugo go at it, so choso does, bearing the wet cloth with all the dubious dignity of a filthy cat returned home at last. his arms hang loose at his sides with face upturned to receive bakugo's benediction, eyes squinting up through each swipe of the cloth to peer at the hero above.
there would be much to do about this, after this. an entire life and mission to pick back up like a pack while wrangling with the irreversible changes wrought upon them all. it was going to be so busy, is so busy even now, but the reality of it was a problem for Future Choso to deal with in the coming long hours. for the now, choso lets the world narrow down to a pinprick, the whole of him focused into wet cloth on tacky skin and the rumble of the earth's voice in his ears.
It's gonna be okay. nanami was being seen to, yuji was surrounded by his people. ishmael was safe and wriothesley was home, the outsiders were returned. it's gonna be okay, and bakugo is here. ]
I'll do my best.
[ my besht, he sighs on a breath, and as his head rests weight against the cloth, choso's eyes begin to lose focus with distance. the golden thread of strength he'd held so tightly to finally slips from his slack grip. ]
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there would be much to do about this, after this. an entire life and mission to pick back up like a pack while wrangling with the irreversible changes wrought upon them all. it was going to be so busy, is so busy even now, but the reality of it was a problem for Future Choso to deal with in the coming long hours. for the now, choso lets the world narrow down to a pinprick, the whole of him focused into wet cloth on tacky skin and the rumble of the earth's voice in his ears.
It's gonna be okay. nanami was being seen to, yuji was surrounded by his people. ishmael was safe and wriothesley was home, the outsiders were returned. it's gonna be okay, and bakugo is here. ]
I'll do my best.
[ my besht, he sighs on a breath, and as his head rests weight against the cloth, choso's eyes begin to lose focus with distance. the golden thread of strength he'd held so tightly to finally slips from his slack grip. ]