[Silent as can be, Bakugo slowly holds his arm out for Deku to see again. He uses his other hand to roll up the sleeve of his dress shirt to his elbow, to make it easier for Deku to work but.. it's going to hurt. He knows it'll hurt. He's still mostly human, his nerves haven't died off just yet and the only reason he's not screaming in pain right now is because the pain right now is a dull, burning sensation as if his hand had been cut off hours ago rather than only thirty or so minutes. His nerves were dying off but.. way too slowly.]
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