[ Between the coughing and the wheezing and how mad he is at Bakugou, it takes Fuuta a few seconds to realize that there's a hand hovering at his back, and also he's not being yelled at any more. Which is ... confusing, mostly? Especially at first. Eyes still watering a little from the difficulty breathing, he only gives Bakugou a wary sideways glance at first, gaze skipping from his face, to his hands, then back up. And finally, after swallowing thickly, he manages to rasp out between ragged breaths, ]
-- you think I ... wanna go tellin' everyone I meet that I'm hurt?
[ This resort, and his life in general as of late, seem determined to trample it to smithereens, but he still has his pride. He's pretty sure he'd lose his goddamn mind if everyone he met treated him like some sort of poor, pitiful, wounded invalid. Recovery might be impossible, but at least he can retain a little sliver of his sanity by hiding in injuries to the best of his abilities and pretending to be normal.
Fortunately for the both of them, Bakugou's acquiescence in lowering the volume of his voice is met in kind; it's that lower growl, rather than the actual demand that he stop shouting, that has Fuuta going quiet for the moment.
There's a little cold sweat beaded at his brow, his jaw clenched as he works through the pain, but at least the worst of his coughing fit seems to have subsided, leaving him to even his breath out in hoarse rasps. And while he does flinch when Bakugou's hand first raises to start picking the bridle out of his hair, he doesn't shrink away completely; again, it's his pride that keeps him in place, because like hell he's going to give this asshole another reason to call him 'pathetic' or whatever. ]
... what's got you -- suddenly acting like a sane person, anyway. [ Of course he can't fucking behave himself fully, though. Fuuta might grudgingly permit Bakugou's help, but he still runs his mouth, muttering sullenly under his breath as he slowly unclenches his hands from his shirtfront. His chest still hurts, but at least it's starting to simmer back down to a familiar, manageable level. Mostly. ] You know it's kinda worse ... if you're actually capable of acting normal but choose not to, right? -- ow. [ Immediate karmic punishment in the form of some of his hair getting caught in the fastening of the reins. He deserves it. ]
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-- you think I ... wanna go tellin' everyone I meet that I'm hurt?
[ This resort, and his life in general as of late, seem determined to trample it to smithereens, but he still has his pride. He's pretty sure he'd lose his goddamn mind if everyone he met treated him like some sort of poor, pitiful, wounded invalid. Recovery might be impossible, but at least he can retain a little sliver of his sanity by hiding in injuries to the best of his abilities and pretending to be normal.
Fortunately for the both of them, Bakugou's acquiescence in lowering the volume of his voice is met in kind; it's that lower growl, rather than the actual demand that he stop shouting, that has Fuuta going quiet for the moment.
There's a little cold sweat beaded at his brow, his jaw clenched as he works through the pain, but at least the worst of his coughing fit seems to have subsided, leaving him to even his breath out in hoarse rasps. And while he does flinch when Bakugou's hand first raises to start picking the bridle out of his hair, he doesn't shrink away completely; again, it's his pride that keeps him in place, because like hell he's going to give this asshole another reason to call him 'pathetic' or whatever. ]
... what's got you -- suddenly acting like a sane person, anyway. [ Of course he can't fucking behave himself fully, though. Fuuta might grudgingly permit Bakugou's help, but he still runs his mouth, muttering sullenly under his breath as he slowly unclenches his hands from his shirtfront. His chest still hurts, but at least it's starting to simmer back down to a familiar, manageable level. Mostly. ] You know it's kinda worse ... if you're actually capable of acting normal but choose not to, right? -- ow. [ Immediate karmic punishment in the form of some of his hair getting caught in the fastening of the reins. He deserves it. ]