#Shou please you can't roast people while you're on the verge of a freakin meltdown 😭

[yasashiiku]

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011. / Serizawa + Shou

011, the last train compartment that's not full.

𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅, he sits deafeated on one of the worn out discolored train seats, with his legs pulled all the way up against his chest, his arms loosely wrapped around them as he huddled around the faint uncomfortable churning of his stomach and the frantic beating of his heart, forehead on the knees, fireburst hair tossed and messy around them. There were no gashes or broken bones this time around, he made sure of it, but his head hurt, and his whole body felt strange. So he just curled around the strangeness, embracing it in hopes it would fade away sooner than later, mind too blank and fuzzy from fatigue to think of anything else to do.

Dealing with new faces has always been the hardest part of a fight, if it's someone he recognizes, he would be aware of their powers beforehand, knowing what to expect, ready to counter them effectively. But his solo mission to investigate an abandoned Claw base didn't go as planned, much like a lot of other things lately. It turned out the place wasn't abandoned as everyone thought, and the former scars gathering over there brought new friends. It's laughable, truely, he got hold on information about espers clashing in there last week, it made him convinced that the government weren't doing their job properly when it came to targets, and that's when he decided to take matters into his hands, his rusty, small and poorly trained hands which haven't punched someone square in the face for nearly a month.

Electrokinesis weren't a joke, it makes Shou laugh regardless, because he was as stupid and slow as to let someone use it on him again. He hasn't forgotten -he probably never will- the all-encompassing, burning sensation of every fiber of his body cramping and screaming with agony, even it was just for split a second of his bastard of a father toying with him like a bug he could squat away with ease. It appears the culprits Claw left behind has awakened to a new sort of realization, it's like they've suddenly discovered strategies and wise decisions were a real thing an esper can use in battle, instead of brutal force driven by arrogance and bloodlust.

He wasn't in for a fight, really, not that he minded it, but he simply went there for investigating, getting clues on how things were being handled behind his back, dealing with Joseph has gotten frustrating, the asshole won't spill a word on any of their agents' progress, and it sat with Shou in all the wrong ways. A lot of things sat with him in all the wrong ways, like the few seconds of paralysis he endured after the enemy esper was forced to release him from the hold of electric shock waves, or the fact that Serizawa of all the people in this fucking world happened to be the one to save his pathetic ass, or the unusual somewhat funny feeling that crept up the nerves in his fingers and into his arms.

Shou holds his head up, sparing Serizawa a quick glance, not like he needed it to make sure the man was sitting right there besides him, accompanying him in the way home, letting Shou be engulfed in the familiarity of his aura. There was something new about it, ever since Serizawa started a new life away from Claw, there were many new things about him, it's almost overwhelming, but that didn't change the comfort, Serizawa has always been nice, even when Shou despised it with ounce of his power.

Shou supposed he has to worry about how Serizawa found out where to find him, he thought he was being subtle with his schemes, but he doesn't ponder too much on it, the sensation in his hands beginning to tick him off. He lets his legs slide down all too quickly, then makes work on checking his hands, looking at them with detached abhorrence. He turned his hands over on his lap. Palms up, palms down, fingers spread out, then all the way back, curling them until his hands turn into fists, them wash rinse and repeat. But it's the same no matter how he moves them; they are shaking. Quivering. Straight up trembling.

❝ Serizawa, ❞ Shou calls without as much of a second thought, a weirded out smile making his lips wobble, breathing starts to become a harder task with every passing second. ❝ I don't think I'm okay... ❞

He raises one of his hands and holds it out in front of the elder esper so that he can see the tremors, speaking between uncontrollable breathy giggles. ❝ Look, it's just like you... ❞