[Hobbling off of the field, Charlie hadn't expected more arrows volleyed their way. He catches sight of the incoming projectile with enough time to recognize, but not react - the sudden pop of fireburst behind him propels them both to safety but does nothing to soothe his nerves.
He'd almost rather get hit again.
Firmly out of bounds with his grip bruising tight on Bakugo's shoulder, Charlie begins a complaint of his own,] You know you don't need to do- [Yanked out of another arrow's trajectory, his voice cracks with a graceless yell.]
I'm gonna cling to you until we're not gettin' fucking SHOT AT anymore! [This isn't a promise, it's an excuse to hold on longer. His hand flexes against Bakugo's shoulder, releasing its grasp to descend the boy's back and curl in fabric at the base of his shoulder blade.]
Wanna go inside? [A pretty damn demanding question, Charlie gestures towards the locker rooms impatiently.
The way Bakugo's body has begun to twinge beneath his touch hasn't escaped his notice. He's reacting to him, not the field hazards. Charlie's free hand splays fingers and palm over the base of his neck, rubbing a small circle into either side. An acute massage for sore muscles... or a ploy to see what else he can elicit from the boy's body.]
that's his whole personality bby ( <3 )
He'd almost rather get hit again.
Firmly out of bounds with his grip bruising tight on Bakugo's shoulder, Charlie begins a complaint of his own,] You know you don't need to do- [Yanked out of another arrow's trajectory, his voice cracks with a graceless yell.]
I'm gonna cling to you until we're not gettin' fucking SHOT AT anymore! [This isn't a promise, it's an excuse to hold on longer. His hand flexes against Bakugo's shoulder, releasing its grasp to descend the boy's back and curl in fabric at the base of his shoulder blade.]
Wanna go inside? [A pretty damn demanding question, Charlie gestures towards the locker rooms impatiently.
The way Bakugo's body has begun to twinge beneath his touch hasn't escaped his notice. He's reacting to him, not the field hazards. Charlie's free hand splays fingers and palm over the base of his neck, rubbing a small circle into either side. An acute massage for sore muscles... or a ploy to see what else he can elicit from the boy's body.]