Wh -- I do not?! [ Fifteen? Fifteen?! Sure, he'd been mistaken for a highschooler a few times even after starting university classes, but not a middle schooler?! Even when he needs to pause suck in a sharp inhale to ease the pain in his chest, it does nothing to hamper the clear indignity of his squawking. ] And you think I got to choose my fucking face? Fuck off with that shit!
[ At least ... for once in his goddamn life, Fuuta will be the adult in the situation and drop something instead of pettily continuing to argue over it. Because as intensely annoying as it is, being called 'brat' by some kid who hasn't even graduated highschool yet, he also has precious little breath to spare at the moment. Whatever. Like he cares what some horrible, loud-mouthed, bully of a teenager decides to call him. Was he this annoying when he was seventeen? No way. This kid has got to be a freak outlier pinnacle of being annoying. (Unfortunately, Fuuta was probably just as, if not even more, annoying as a teenager.)
Brushing aside the whole matter of ages and grades for a moment, Fuuta instead shoots Bakugou the stink-eye as he snaps hoarsely, ] And it's not my lungs, alright? You don't know shit, so stop acting like you do. [ A huffed exhale, a hard swallow, before he continues. ] ... it's a sternum fracture. Bunch of bruised ribs. Shit like that. Nothing internal. Got it before I ended up here, and a doctor gave me the diagnosis, so. It's got nothing to do with you. Doesn't even normally hurt this bad, it's just like this 'cause you shoved your goddamn hand against it.
[ That ornery grumble is accompanied by a strained grunt as Fuuta arduously hauls himself to his feet, aiming to prove that he's fine, see? He can definitely get himself to the Broken Wing without issue? -- except, no, he's definitely still in need of a bit more recovery time. His balance wobbles as his field of vision spins, and Fuuta grunts as he ends up stumbling sideways to sag against Bakugou, his posture slumped to try and protect his chest. ]
... nngh. S'just ... I was running before that, too. [ He doesn't even really know what he's arguing for or against; he just feels like he can't crumple and sit quietly. ] I just need a little longer for it to hurt a little less ...
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[ At least ... for once in his goddamn life, Fuuta will be the adult in the situation and drop something instead of pettily continuing to argue over it. Because as intensely annoying as it is, being called 'brat' by some kid who hasn't even graduated highschool yet, he also has precious little breath to spare at the moment. Whatever. Like he cares what some horrible, loud-mouthed, bully of a teenager decides to call him. Was he this annoying when he was seventeen? No way. This kid has got to be a freak outlier pinnacle of being annoying. (Unfortunately, Fuuta was probably just as, if not even more, annoying as a teenager.)
Brushing aside the whole matter of ages and grades for a moment, Fuuta instead shoots Bakugou the stink-eye as he snaps hoarsely, ] And it's not my lungs, alright? You don't know shit, so stop acting like you do. [ A huffed exhale, a hard swallow, before he continues. ] ... it's a sternum fracture. Bunch of bruised ribs. Shit like that. Nothing internal. Got it before I ended up here, and a doctor gave me the diagnosis, so. It's got nothing to do with you. Doesn't even normally hurt this bad, it's just like this 'cause you shoved your goddamn hand against it.
[ That ornery grumble is accompanied by a strained grunt as Fuuta arduously hauls himself to his feet, aiming to prove that he's fine, see? He can definitely get himself to the Broken Wing without issue? -- except, no, he's definitely still in need of a bit more recovery time. His balance wobbles as his field of vision spins, and Fuuta grunts as he ends up stumbling sideways to sag against Bakugou, his posture slumped to try and protect his chest. ]
... nngh. S'just ... I was running before that, too. [ He doesn't even really know what he's arguing for or against; he just feels like he can't crumple and sit quietly. ] I just need a little longer for it to hurt a little less ...