Shoto barely registers Izuku's voice somewhere off to the side. He's busy scanning everywhere and has never felt so singularly focused in his whole life. Maybe he'll child himself later for not being more aware of his surroundings but hearing Toge's cry, feeling the actual feelings through it isn't easy to filter through. That's not just stubbing his toe though let's be real sometimes stubbing a toe...
It's Izuku's voice again and it's the first time that it isn't cutting through all of the noise, any of the noise, right away. It's only when he lets himself stop panicking that he hears his friend directing him. Sees Izuku's direction and rushes around the massive stack of boxes. Toge won't fall, it's true, because Shoto doesn't have time to take him in as a whole, his injuries or any like it. He's too busy hurrying over to grab the weight of his body and pull him upward around the waist.
"Toge-" He doesn't know what to say passed his name. Those mismatched eyes look at Toge's face, his other arm coming around to support him upright, to hold him on his feet, but only barely. He doesn't mind. It's the blood, the writing and what he only glanced at being a cast. He hasn't let that drip into his mind yet when he sees the state the other man is in. No. Fuck it. He can be mad he got babied after. "Hold on, Toge, I've got you." ...Most of him, because it's then that he realizes that he's down one arm and Shoto makes some sort of sound that was supposed to be words. Instead he mentally scolds himself as he tries to get his legs to move. The actual bleeding has to be tended.
Shoto switches up how he's holding Toge, one arm at the back of his shoulders, the other one under his legs to pick him up and carry him. ...Carry him where? He's looking but he's going somewhere that he remembers either by way of being pointed or way of his feet pointing themselves to set Toge down on a cabin bed that he's kicked the door open of.
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though let's be real sometimes stubbing a toe...It's Izuku's voice again and it's the first time that it isn't cutting through all of the noise, any of the noise, right away. It's only when he lets himself stop panicking that he hears his friend directing him. Sees Izuku's direction and rushes around the massive stack of boxes. Toge won't fall, it's true, because Shoto doesn't have time to take him in as a whole, his injuries or any like it. He's too busy hurrying over to grab the weight of his body and pull him upward around the waist.
"Toge-" He doesn't know what to say passed his name. Those mismatched eyes look at Toge's face, his other arm coming around to support him upright, to hold him on his feet, but only barely. He doesn't mind. It's the blood, the writing and what he only glanced at being a cast. He hasn't let that drip into his mind yet when he sees the state the other man is in. No. Fuck it. He can be mad he got babied after. "Hold on, Toge, I've got you." ...Most of him, because it's then that he realizes that he's down one arm and Shoto makes some sort of sound that was supposed to be words. Instead he mentally scolds himself as he tries to get his legs to move. The actual bleeding has to be tended.
Shoto switches up how he's holding Toge, one arm at the back of his shoulders, the other one under his legs to pick him up and carry him. ...Carry him where? He's looking but he's going somewhere that he remembers either by way of being pointed or way of his feet pointing themselves to set Toge down on a cabin bed that he's kicked the door open of.