[Katsuki doesn't remember being wet before waking up, only the slight chill of the winter air dampened by his own adrenaline while fighting a villain. He opens his eyes, and initially panics, flailing his limbs about before he starts to take in his surroundings and realize that he's not drowning nor is he trapped. But what-]
The fuck?
[He hisses, spitting out sand and scrubbing furiously at his mouth, his uniform torn in some places by the shells and sand as he gets up, and his skin stinging from...bites? Scratches? He shoves his normally spiky bangs out of his face to get a better look when he hears the click and the coward behind the gun who understandably looks terrified.
Yeah, no.]
You the bastard who brought me here?
[He smiles grimly, holding up both palms and moves to throw an explosion in their face- Only for nothing to happen. Not even a fucking spark.]
You son of a fucking bitch what did you do to me?!
Scenario 4: Part I
[Katsuki's head and back have been itching. At first he had been able to ignore it, and it was only mildly irritating, but now it's almost unbearable. He's walking outside, trying to keep his mind busy, but he has to pause every few seconds to dig his nails into the skin on his shoulder-blades, which have become an angry shade of red. A growl builds up in his throat. He feels like he's going crazy. He's tried eating, but nothing seems to work, or keep him focused, and he finally loses his patience and jumps to swat at a bird flying too low to the ground-for some reason he's gotten faster and better at jumping-killing it immediately.
It doesn't help, but urges take over and Katsuki bites into the corpse anyway, blood dripping from his mouth. He only stops to glance up and ask a cross:]
What?
Scenario 4: Part II
[Eventually the itching graduated to all-out pain. Katsuki avoided people until the worst of it past, which only left him starving, but he can't keep to himself any longer. He needs food. He doesn't need a mirror to feel the feline ears that have replaced his own, or the tail that's grown from his spine. He doesn't need to see his yellow eyes with thin pupils to know his vision has changed. He needs to feed. It's the only thing he thinks about as he snarls at anyone who looks at him wrong, more interested in finding a human than eating any other animal.
Some fuzzy part of his brain wonders what the hell is going on?]
Katsuki Bakugou | My Hero Academia | CW: animal death and blood
[Katsuki doesn't remember being wet before waking up, only the slight chill of the winter air dampened by his own adrenaline while fighting a villain. He opens his eyes, and initially panics, flailing his limbs about before he starts to take in his surroundings and realize that he's not drowning nor is he trapped. But what-]
The fuck?
[He hisses, spitting out sand and scrubbing furiously at his mouth, his uniform torn in some places by the shells and sand as he gets up, and his skin stinging from...bites? Scratches? He shoves his normally spiky bangs out of his face to get a better look when he hears the click and the coward behind the gun who understandably looks terrified.
Yeah, no.]
You the bastard who brought me here?
[He smiles grimly, holding up both palms and moves to throw an explosion in their face- Only for nothing to happen. Not even a fucking spark.]
You son of a fucking bitch what did you do to me?!
Scenario 4: Part I
[Katsuki's head and back have been itching. At first he had been able to ignore it, and it was only mildly irritating, but now it's almost unbearable. He's walking outside, trying to keep his mind busy, but he has to pause every few seconds to dig his nails into the skin on his shoulder-blades, which have become an angry shade of red. A growl builds up in his throat. He feels like he's going crazy. He's tried eating, but nothing seems to work, or keep him focused, and he finally loses his patience and jumps to swat at a bird flying too low to the ground-for some reason he's gotten faster and better at jumping-killing it immediately.
It doesn't help, but urges take over and Katsuki bites into the corpse anyway, blood dripping from his mouth. He only stops to glance up and ask a cross:]
What?
Scenario 4: Part II
[Eventually the itching graduated to all-out pain. Katsuki avoided people until the worst of it past, which only left him starving, but he can't keep to himself any longer. He needs food. He doesn't need a mirror to feel the feline ears that have replaced his own, or the tail that's grown from his spine. He doesn't need to see his yellow eyes with thin pupils to know his vision has changed. He needs to feed. It's the only thing he thinks about as he snarls at anyone who looks at him wrong, more interested in finding a human than eating any other animal.
Some fuzzy part of his brain wonders what the hell is going on?]