[It's okay Bakugou, he'll never tell. He's also very glad that your terminology seems to have changed...it's something he noticed, if vaguely from muscle memory. He just sniffs again as his response, his eyes closed as he relaxes in Bakugou's arms. As awkward as it is, he really needed it. Just to have someone be with him like this, especially since he's felt so guilty forcing Toshinori to be that person for the better part of the week when he hadn't cried himself unconscious.
He does end up whimpering a little more after a while, though he doesn't outwardly cry. He's just...so terribly upset that his emotions keep welling up and spilling out of him out of nowhere. He's tired, his body aches, and he's hungry but too sick to eat.
But at least he's not alone. Bakugou coming here meant more than he could express, even as he starts to doze against him.]
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He does end up whimpering a little more after a while, though he doesn't outwardly cry. He's just...so terribly upset that his emotions keep welling up and spilling out of him out of nowhere. He's tired, his body aches, and he's hungry but too sick to eat.
But at least he's not alone. Bakugou coming here meant more than he could express, even as he starts to doze against him.]