[She's startled, silenced, by the force of his shout, but it's not the volume or the anger behind it that really makes Ochako go silent, it's how...how desperate, scared, broken his voice sounds. Bakugo doesn't break, he doesn't get scared, he doesn't--... She barely registers how hard she's gasping for air as he continues his verbal tirade, each sentence like fingers curling around her throat, choking out the sound and air from her lungs. It hurts...it hurts to see and hear Bakugo when he's like this - something she never expected to see, ever, and not something she wanted to see.
Was this what he really meant? No...no, no, no, no--! She had it all wrong. Idiot!! Stupid! WHY?! WHY CAN'T SHE EVER UNDERSTAND HIM?! Only when she messes up does she finally ever get it - he's always been good. Always been weighing himself down just trying to protect everyone, get them all home safely, and she...she--]
Bak--!
[But he's gone, and Ochako feels like she'd just been stabbed. Hot, furious tears drip down her face, but she growls, throwing back the covers of her bed, racing out her door without a thought or care to even change. She doesn't even put on shoes, or a hoodie, anything. Doesn't grab anything, or say anything to anyone. They don't matter right now. Nothing matters more than getting to Bakugo. She hesitated last time...but not this time. Not this time. She runs as fast as she can, doesn't stop for anything or anyone. It all blurs past after a while. People, faces, buildings...is it her tears, or just how fast she's running? Nothing stands out other than the harsh sound of her labored breaths, the slap of her bare feet across the hot asphalt. She's not going to run away this time...not going to disappear.
Faster...farther--don't stop. Not until she gets to the Porter. In it, through it, and the race begins anew. A quick breather, just when she arrives beyond Heropa, scrubbing at her face - sweat, tears, her hair sticking to her dirty face. Just a moment, a second, just to get a read on the direction and throttle forward again. All the while, his angry, hurt, sad, broken image plays in Ochako's mind, making her run well and past her limit.
Before long, she finds herself at his doorstep, pounding furiously on the wood in tandem to the beat of her throbbing heart. Open the door, or she may very well kick it in. Ochako won't let Bakugo shoulder all those worries alone, like hell. She won't leave him - not now or ever - to suffer in silence all alone. Is this why he wasn't sleeping, too? Because he was so worried about them all? Protecting them all? Her knuckles hurt from how hard she's slamming them against the door, and if there's blood, Ochako doesn't care. That tiny pain is irrelevant to whatever hurt her friend is feeling right now.
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Was this what he really meant? No...no, no, no, no--! She had it all wrong. Idiot!! Stupid! WHY?! WHY CAN'T SHE EVER UNDERSTAND HIM?! Only when she messes up does she finally ever get it - he's always been good. Always been weighing himself down just trying to protect everyone, get them all home safely, and she...she--]
Bak--!
[But he's gone, and Ochako feels like she'd just been stabbed. Hot, furious tears drip down her face, but she growls, throwing back the covers of her bed, racing out her door without a thought or care to even change. She doesn't even put on shoes, or a hoodie, anything. Doesn't grab anything, or say anything to anyone. They don't matter right now. Nothing matters more than getting to Bakugo. She hesitated last time...but not this time. Not this time. She runs as fast as she can, doesn't stop for anything or anyone. It all blurs past after a while. People, faces, buildings...is it her tears, or just how fast she's running? Nothing stands out other than the harsh sound of her labored breaths, the slap of her bare feet across the hot asphalt. She's not going to run away this time...not going to disappear.
Faster...farther--don't stop. Not until she gets to the Porter. In it, through it, and the race begins anew. A quick breather, just when she arrives beyond Heropa, scrubbing at her face - sweat, tears, her hair sticking to her dirty face. Just a moment, a second, just to get a read on the direction and throttle forward again. All the while, his angry, hurt, sad, broken image plays in Ochako's mind, making her run well and past her limit.
Before long, she finds herself at his doorstep, pounding furiously on the wood in tandem to the beat of her throbbing heart. Open the door, or she may very well kick it in. Ochako won't let Bakugo shoulder all those worries alone, like hell. She won't leave him - not now or ever - to suffer in silence all alone. Is this why he wasn't sleeping, too? Because he was so worried about them all? Protecting them all? Her knuckles hurt from how hard she's slamming them against the door, and if there's blood, Ochako doesn't care. That tiny pain is irrelevant to whatever hurt her friend is feeling right now.
Open the door, Bakugo.]