[And here Charlie thought they'd just lay on the field, nestled in trodden grass, a light cloud of smoke, and the competition continuing outside of their care. It sounded like a nice conclusion to him, but Bakugo obviously doesn't agree.
He feels the boy's muscles tense and shift quickly enough to adjust. They stand together, Charlie using Bakugo's shoulders as an anchor to rise to his feet. Of course, his hands don't fall away once they've both found their footing.] Eh, didn't you want to make it out of bounds?
[As if touch is required for this result. Charlie moves closer; he slides his hand across one shoulder to the other, tucking Bakugo against himself. They're close to the line, but Charlie walks towards it as if his companion needs the guidance.] Here, we'll get out together!
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He feels the boy's muscles tense and shift quickly enough to adjust. They stand together, Charlie using Bakugo's shoulders as an anchor to rise to his feet. Of course, his hands don't fall away once they've both found their footing.] Eh, didn't you want to make it out of bounds?
[As if touch is required for this result. Charlie moves closer; he slides his hand across one shoulder to the other, tucking Bakugo against himself. They're close to the line, but Charlie walks towards it as if his companion needs the guidance.] Here, we'll get out together!
[Enforced by an iron grip.]