[Getting it over with as quick as possible is exactly what Bakugo wants. Not that it doesn't have him feeling any less sick from the pain that wracks his entire arm, but at least it'll be over soon. He doesn't know what to do about it from here on, though.. he can't imagine being able to use his hand anymore and he doesn't know how to explain that to the teachers. He doesn't know how to explain how grey and rotten his skin looked, or explain away the smell of decaying flesh that will soon spread from his hand to whatever else decides to just fall off and honestly?
He's pretty fucking scared.
He's really fucking scared and he looks up at Deku with tears teasing the corners of his eyes, his entire body shaking at this point as he barely manages to gasp any words out.]
I-I can't... fucking do this...
[Not the hand getting stitched up. The whole "zombie" thing in general.]
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He's pretty fucking scared.
He's really fucking scared and he looks up at Deku with tears teasing the corners of his eyes, his entire body shaking at this point as he barely manages to gasp any words out.]
I-I can't... fucking do this...
[Not the hand getting stitched up. The whole "zombie" thing in general.]