[ it’s only a moment that choso takes to look at the new robot, only a handful of seconds but each one stretches on into a small eternity. it’s not just the comfort waiting within, but the fact it even exists down here. the fact that this was crafted for such an occasion. the idea that even so twisted, this kind of devotion still survived under the earth. it drags the thought to the forefront like a traitor, full of shame: it would be so easy to climb in. it would be so fucking easy to just let go and go with them that for one traitorous heartbeat choso considers it.
but he made a promise. promises. the man he has tried so hard to be can’t break something so sacred so easily.
so choso, he staggers over to the pod, reaches out as if to steady himself. in the moment his hand outstretches, the blood on his clothes peels off of the fibres as if sucked out, condensing rapidly into an orb no bigger than his thumb. this condenses too, smaller than his thumbnail, his pinky nail, crushing itself into something only as big as a trembling red boba before choso flicks it unceremoniously into the awaiting gurney pod.
Supernova goes off in an explosion of blood and concussive force, as loud and as violent as one of Bakugo’s own blasts. ]
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but he made a promise. promises. the man he has tried so hard to be can’t break something so sacred so easily.
so choso, he staggers over to the pod, reaches out as if to steady himself. in the moment his hand outstretches, the blood on his clothes peels off of the fibres as if sucked out, condensing rapidly into an orb no bigger than his thumb. this condenses too, smaller than his thumbnail, his pinky nail, crushing itself into something only as big as a trembling red boba before choso flicks it unceremoniously into the awaiting gurney pod.
Supernova goes off in an explosion of blood and concussive force, as loud and as violent as one of Bakugo’s own blasts. ]