[ fear is a miasma. choking and thick as mud, it weighs down the limbs, pulls at choso with every step, but still he persists. he must. it is the least that a big brother can do, so he moves regardless the shake in his bones and the curdle of his blood. kabus screams a horrid scream and choso’s dragging steps hasten into a trot, then a stumbling run, building into a breathless sprint and with no other thought left save to move, he hurdles at the hero like a wrecking ball. ]
Bakugo!
[ -is all he gets for warning before choso charges in. at least, at least, rather than just collide, choso ducks low to scoop Bakugo up and over his shoulder like a sack of grain, and with as much effort. hang on, bud. ]
004.2
Bakugo!
[ -is all he gets for warning before choso charges in. at least, at least, rather than just collide, choso ducks low to scoop Bakugo up and over his shoulder like a sack of grain, and with as much effort. hang on, bud. ]