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[hot_handed]

HEY, BASTARDS!!!

[The video shows Katsuki standing somewhere in Maurtia Falls with his free hand splayed out and twitching an infuriated scowl on his face as a vein throbs against his forehead. The first thing he did as soon as he got back was start to head home, but he has a question.]

The psychos in the lab coats and Porter thought it would be a good idea to give me some kinda new shitty healing quir-power, and it's bullshit! The fuck is wrong with 'em?! What if I blow someone up on accident instead of on purpose?! So I was wondering-

WHICH OF YA LOSERS ARE GOOD AT HEALING OR WHATEVER!!!

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[facepalmchampion]

[[Hand gone and of course Tomura's the annoying one here. They're equally as annoying as each other. Even more when the same stubborn attitude he personally held rears its ugly head.

His turn to roll his eyes and sit down.]]

Sit, I'll leave you on the floor if you pass out.

[[Once again, thinking he knows the reason this is happening, he extends his hand after injuring it.]]

[hot_handed]

Oh no, I'm shakin'.

[He sneers, but he ends up sitting down mostly for his own dignity. If their situations were reversed, he wouldn't even be here, but if they were he doesn't know if he would just leave Tomura on the floor.

Who knows. This shit is weird and awkward anyway.

Keeping his face as impassive as possible, he moves to heal him again. This is tiring... Don't yawn, don't yawn.]

[facepalmchampion]

[[Knowing that if he says too much more, all he's going to get is a verbal fight that leaves them both without productivity here, he shuts his mouth. Bakugo looks close to something alright, he's not sure what yet but he sure does look it.]]

You're alone in a room with me where I could turn my wrist and end your life. You're slowing down learning this new ability. Does that mean you trust me enough to tell you what's happening or do you want to find out?

[[Waiting for Bakugo to be done, he pulls his hand back again, grimacing as the knife pulls over his hand and he offers it out, freely. He's no one's parent, and if this is what Bakugo wants to do, then it's what he wants to do. Though, perhaps, he wouldn't leave him on the floor. At least not here. He could always drop his unconscious body at Ochako's house, it wouldn't be hard to find her or where she lives.]]

[hot_handed]

[He doesn't trust him with anything. But Shigaraki isn't an idiot, not like his followers. He wouldn't do something to piss off all the heroes. Not yet.]

If you have something to say, say it.

[He reaches out again, that warm feeling returning. At least he can feel that too and know it's working.]

[facepalmchampion]

[[Definitely not yet. One day, sadly and very likely.]]

I was joking about you passing out and leaving you on the floor. But I think that's more a reality the more you do this.

[[The this that he is currently undergoing. He isn't Katsuki's parent, if he wants to keep doing it. Then so be it.]]

You should train it slowly, often. If you take any advice from me it's to do it like that. However, we didn't try to scout you because we thought you were a quitter.

[hot_handed]

And? Wouldn't that make your job easier?

[He narrows his eyes, but he doesn't move until he finishes healing the cut, retracting his hands.]

...Why are you doing this?

[facepalmchampion]

No.

[[It's terribly true. It'd make him suspect in the reason that he passed out to begin with because of just whom he is. As for the reason, it's to make sure he can search him out, any time he needs. Saying that, may not be the best concept to approach.

For the moment, he pauses their chain reaction.]]

Doing what? Helping all of you?

[[Raising from his chair and flexing his hand, he sets the bloody knife on the table. Easily so, since he scouted it out first, he walked to the cupboard and opened it for two glasses. Turning the water on first, testing it with his good hand, he fills two glasses of water and walks back.]]

Because I can. I can and no one tells me what I can or can't do. No one tells me— [[He puts the glass in front of Bakugo first, then sits down in his own chair.]] —anything. I do what I want to and when I feel like it. You, mostly, know what that's like, right?

[hot_handed]

[Katsuki wrinkles his nose when Shigaraki sets the knife on the table. That's disgusting and it's going to ruin the furntiure, asshole. He doesn't trust Shigaraki for a second, but he's not stupid. He's lightheaded, and water will help.

Keep telling yourself that. He curls his fingers around the glass, letting the cool pinpricks ground him from the sick feeling in his stomach. They're not alike.]

Thought you gave up on trying to appeal to me.

[facepalmchampion]

[[Lifting his glass from his seated position, Shigaraki slides it into his own vision so he can look at Bakugo a moment through it.]]

I gave up on trying to recruit you. You're useless to us if you don't hold the same values as we do.

[[Which is very different from the 'me' that it used to be. He takes a small drink himself, it was why he went to the tap. Then again the glasses could be what has something on it? Luckily not.]]

Besides that, I see there are bigger fish to fry here. Fighting a war on two fronts takes my best soldiers from at least one half of it.

[hot_handed]

[Katsuki stares at Shigaraki, gaze hard.]

You're not a general. And they're not soldiers. None of you got enough discipline.

[He takes a sip. Whatever, fuck it.]

[facepalmchampion]

[[The stare is met and while Bakugo is taking his sip of water, all the way until, Shigaraki is silent. He has been silently considering the words and when he lets them play in his mind it causes him something odd.

It's small at first, perhaps a few huffs of air that might sound slightly amused into a small chuckle that causes his shoulders to join in the foray into something he normally didn't do. That chuckle, momentarily or not, dies down and yet he's not unhappy or upset.

The statement really was that funny.]]

You would see it that way. If you would've come with us, you'd have seen differently. Hungry, too? Or do you need me to poison test food first?

[hot_handed]

[Laughter. Anger boils in Katsuki's veins, jolting up his spine and making his head swim. Anger that is normally aimed at Deku. He curls his free hand into a fist to stop himself from blowing up the table.]

It's like you said. My values will never match up with yours.

[Stupid smug piece of shit- this time he does singe the table with a pop.]

Fuck off, I'm fine. Besides, that ain't your style.

[facepalmchampion]

You're right. Except for here in this world, we have a lot of common interests. The avenues aren't the same, but we meet somewhere in the crosswalk.

[[The table is of no consequence and he shrugs one of his shoulders.]]

I'm a good host. Does that mean you're ready to tax your body again, or have you had enough for now?

[hot_handed]

Maybe. But we're just using eachother. Don't have to pretend it's deeper than that.

[The perceived mocking has him bristling and he snarls.]

My body is fine, asshole. You wanna break some bones this time?

[facepalmchampion]

I wouldn't dare.

[[It's well perceived, he's having a bit of fun at Bakugo's expense and he slouches in his chair.]]

Mm. Maybe another time, I don't think I'd want to wait around to see if you could reconnect them. I'd just do it myself.

[hot_handed]

Am I supposed to believe you have any braincells?

[He scowls, leaning against the table, shoulders stiff.]

If I asked you what happened back there, would you even tell me?

[facepalmchampion]

[[Avoiding the fight, again, expertly, he shrugs his shoulders to the first question. He's getting the hang of dealing with it.]]

Why wouldn't I? What do you want to know?

[hot_handed]

[Aw. He's maturing. Katsuki's face goes blank.]

What happened to you. Back there. Was it us?

[facepalmchampion]

[[He looks down at his hand with an:]]

Ohhh... That.

[[Curling the remaining fingers into something he can rest his head on, he shakes his head.]]

No, someone tried to take something that wasn't theirs. He crushed my hand thinking it would stop me. This was my cost and theirs was far greater.

[[A shrug of his shoulder.]]

What else do you want to know about the future, Bakugo? Do you want to know what I remember last?

[hot_handed]

A different hero?

[He takes a casual sip of his water. He's still tired, but the worst of it is over.]

Why the hell not? Go ahead. Tell me.

[facepalmchampion]

[[Taking a break is a good way to relax from having to slit his hand constantly, too.]]

No. Kidnappers who thought they would wipe us out by kidnapping one of our own. They learned the hard way that we're not some toss away characters with shitty pathfinding. Their former boss learned not to underestimate the league or me.

[[After a cat on the keyboard carefully considering, he tilts his head and takes a moment or two of pause to think of how to put it.]]
Hmm... no, not yet. I'm enjoying myself.

[hot_handed]

[He imagines so.

Katsuki wants to laugh. He snorts softly. Kidnapping, huh? If that ain't balancing out the scales.]

Wish it had been me. I would've finished the job.

[He nods at his bad hand, but his schadenfreude is short-lived. Katsuki's eye begins to twitch.]

Fuck yo-

ACHOO!!!

[He sneezes, and dandelions go flying everywhere, scattering on the table, the floor, possibly Shigaraki's hair. He glares, his face red.]

You weren't going to tell me anyway.

[facepalmchampion]

[[With a raise of his eyebrow he stays quiet, looking from his hand to Bakugo.]]

You might get your chance, one day.

[[Bracing for another round of "fuck you"'s and garnering dandelions isn't what he expected. Did Bakugo just sneeze fucking flowers and then go casually on? Especially the one that he takes out of his hair.]]

We're just going to ignore you sneeze flowers and not address that?

[hot_handed]

I will. I won't let no one beat me to it.

[Katsuki scowls and swats at a flower that floats in front of his face.]

It's one of the quirks this shitty place gave me. Shut up.

[facepalmchampion]

[[Tomura will be sure to tell the next person who tries to kill him that. But even more above curiosity about other things is the curiosity of why this place chose the quirk.]]

...What's it do? Is it defensive?