[he can't answer that question. the worm took them out with a surprise brainwash. the dragons capitalized on their mistake. ironically it wasn't the kaiju that did anything this time around; it was the people they were supposed to help. bakugou still wants to know how the fuck these random assholes with no technology managed to steal a third of their forces from their fucking sides without any of them knowing! drugs are drugs, but trying to pull denji away from bakugou in the same bed when the blonde hero specifically avoided eating too much of the food and drank nothing but water he personally got from another place? ... he'll dwell on that later. the kaiju are getting stronger and their position in helping the people afflicted by them is starting to slip. though unlike seoul, transylvania fucked itself over. these murderous cultists already abandoned humanity.
a hand seizes his own like a cable pulling taut, quivering for a moment before he tightens his grip on denji's hand and takes his seat beside the bed. so many of them are going to have these injuries for a long time. not the physical ones, but the mental trauma from their captivity. the rest will need to deal with agitation, protectiveness, trust issues, and more going forward. katsuki's already thinking about refusing to stay anywhere in new traveling arrangement except in the fucking ship they came on or near the teleportation device in the lilith base. fuck being "among the people" again. they were set apart, targeted, blamed, and now tricked. drawing in on themselves and refusing to let others get inside (except for new outsides) seems a natural course of action. how many of their numbers are going to be plagued by nightmares, by ptsd flashes and triggers, woken up by other friends and allies to calm their fear or protect them from trauma? the guilt of being a burden, when it's not their fault, would only compound their despair and frustrations. no, they'll be feeling this for a long time. katsuki doesn't want to deal with this kind of thing happening again...
don't wave a medic over here, denji. katsuki will dismiss them to someone who needs more immediate treatment, and angrily so. he can clean and dress his own wounds beside his boyfriend. apart from the bleeding bite wound on his bicep, most of his damage came from blunt-force trauma and a few scratches from being momentarily overwhelmed by numbers or caught off guard at the last second. ribs and back are a little fucked up right now, breathing hurts, but none of that matters compared to what denji and others have gone through. he would've waded in there and fought even if he were holding his guts in his body with one hand.
no, the victims are emerging. akin to katsuki's long trek back up the stairs to the dawn light, other outsiders are bringing their close companions back with them. doubtful this mission would breed animosity among people. the worm pit them all against each other, they damaged each other, and the only excuse was brainwashing. this is no different, with the trappings of drugs and cults and worse added in. if anyone wanted to blame one of the kidnapped victims for their torment, that would be the animosity point. katsuki knows the names of the victims, but no one knows, yet, who did what down there... maybe they don't want to know. the burden of apology and guilt left to the privacy of those who knew that hell.]
I won't leave. [a quiet, firm promise. he leans over denji from his place beside him, shins and knees pressing to the cot's rim, forearm settling on the opposite side of his boyfriend's head. covering his visage with his own as more movement and activity carry on behind his back. doctors, medics, outsiders, victims, it's picking up. he watches denji fight against his own exhaustion, assuming the fear that keeps his eyes flying open each time he realizes they'd been lidding. terrified he'd wake up and find it all a dream. katsuki can't stop that fear, but he can continue to promise and prove it every time the half-devil wakes up. as much as he wants to return to the castle to recover other outsiders, he'll have to leave it to his allies. right now, denji's his priority. unless the fucking kaiju comes back and attacks them, he's here.] Every time you open your eyes, I'll be here.
[red eyes linger on the sandy brown, holding him as much as his arms and body keep denji covered.] I'm not going anywhere. [he plans to get a basin of water and a washcloth brought to him so he can clean denji up while he sleeps, but that'll come later, when things are calmed down enough he can bark an order at someone else. katsuki refuses to leave denji's side.] I won't let go of you, Denji.
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a hand seizes his own like a cable pulling taut, quivering for a moment before he tightens his grip on denji's hand and takes his seat beside the bed. so many of them are going to have these injuries for a long time. not the physical ones, but the mental trauma from their captivity. the rest will need to deal with agitation, protectiveness, trust issues, and more going forward. katsuki's already thinking about refusing to stay anywhere in new traveling arrangement except in the fucking ship they came on or near the teleportation device in the lilith base. fuck being "among the people" again. they were set apart, targeted, blamed, and now tricked. drawing in on themselves and refusing to let others get inside (except for new outsides) seems a natural course of action. how many of their numbers are going to be plagued by nightmares, by ptsd flashes and triggers, woken up by other friends and allies to calm their fear or protect them from trauma? the guilt of being a burden, when it's not their fault, would only compound their despair and frustrations. no, they'll be feeling this for a long time. katsuki doesn't want to deal with this kind of thing happening again...
don't wave a medic over here, denji. katsuki will dismiss them to someone who needs more immediate treatment, and angrily so. he can clean and dress his own wounds beside his boyfriend. apart from the bleeding bite wound on his bicep, most of his damage came from blunt-force trauma and a few scratches from being momentarily overwhelmed by numbers or caught off guard at the last second. ribs and back are a little fucked up right now, breathing hurts, but none of that matters compared to what denji and others have gone through. he would've waded in there and fought even if he were holding his guts in his body with one hand.
no, the victims are emerging. akin to katsuki's long trek back up the stairs to the dawn light, other outsiders are bringing their close companions back with them. doubtful this mission would breed animosity among people. the worm pit them all against each other, they damaged each other, and the only excuse was brainwashing. this is no different, with the trappings of drugs and cults and worse added in. if anyone wanted to blame one of the kidnapped victims for their torment, that would be the animosity point. katsuki knows the names of the victims, but no one knows, yet, who did what down there... maybe they don't want to know. the burden of apology and guilt left to the privacy of those who knew that hell.]
I won't leave. [a quiet, firm promise. he leans over denji from his place beside him, shins and knees pressing to the cot's rim, forearm settling on the opposite side of his boyfriend's head. covering his visage with his own as more movement and activity carry on behind his back. doctors, medics, outsiders, victims, it's picking up. he watches denji fight against his own exhaustion, assuming the fear that keeps his eyes flying open each time he realizes they'd been lidding. terrified he'd wake up and find it all a dream. katsuki can't stop that fear, but he can continue to promise and prove it every time the half-devil wakes up. as much as he wants to return to the castle to recover other outsiders, he'll have to leave it to his allies. right now, denji's his priority. unless the fucking kaiju comes back and attacks them, he's here.] Every time you open your eyes, I'll be here.
[red eyes linger on the sandy brown, holding him as much as his arms and body keep denji covered.] I'm not going anywhere. [he plans to get a basin of water and a washcloth brought to him so he can clean denji up while he sleeps, but that'll come later, when things are calmed down enough he can bark an order at someone else. katsuki refuses to leave denji's side.] I won't let go of you, Denji.