#pacific rim origins

[gardenofchrome]

THIS IS WHAT WE HAVE BEEN ASKING FOR

[zeldahime]

A collection of facts:

David Tennant was a super fan of the Fifth Doctor, played by Peter Davison

He met Davison’s daughter Georgia on Doctor Who and married her

Georgia and David have 5 kids including actor Ty Tennant of House of the Dragon fame

Ncuti is a fan of Ten, played by David Tennant

British actors all tend to wind up on Doctor Who eventually

A logical conclusion:

Ty Tennant and Ncuti Gatwa have the opportunity to be fucking hilarious.

[neonskullly]

had to

[kiweegamez]

Ago- The Arctic water Kaiju

Upon noticing unusual frequencies and tremor readings in the water towards the Arctic, Monarch has discovered a new Kaiju!

This stunning pale three-eyed Kaiju is know as ‘Ago (顎)’ (Jaw/s in Japanese) (code name: pearl) has been recorded lurking in deep arctic waters where Ago has been recorded to briefly surface and drag itself against the undersides of ice covered water. Sometimes using the dark cover to hook underneath icebergs using it as a floater, or rather something to move her through the water while she rests.

Her scales seem to have a very faint pearly quality, giving a sleek shimmery look. It is also noted that her lower jaws splits and stretches into two, allowing a more firmer grip on her prey. Her small arms help her push herself on land and nothing more.

Her third eye upon her head seems to actually help her gaze, watching for any prey above so she can roll over and snap her jaws open to trap them.

When threatened or displaying territorial dominance the back segment of the cover lifts, revealing a large wine berry coloured fin, the fin catching the light on its coating creating a iridescent shine, this also allows her much easier passage through the water, if jumping out of the water she seems to lean her head down to smack the cover against the water or opponent as a method to concuss or bludgeon an opponent. The flapping (constant raising and lowering) of the cover and fin can either indicate stress or friendliness. The difference between these is purely body language, if stressed Ago will have all her limbs and fins pressed against her body, allowing her to sink quickly.

What she feeds on is unknown given her size. However it is believed she eats a mix of crystals, whales and squids.

She can go to more tropical waters, but prefers cold environments, also due to the slower moving prey in the cold waters and the more room to move around than tropical water. She had also been briefly recorded moving pieces of shipwrecks amongst rocks or along the ocean floor, while also showing high intelligence. Such as being able to distinguish monarch water vehicles from aquatic creatures, usually tapping them with a fin or rolling them around in the water. Crews have been ordered to not open fire in case she will register them as constant targets. Due to the dark nature of the water she’s been residing in we have made the note of her bioluminescence! A striking feature, yet when encountering this in the dark this is quite terrifying.

Regular sound:

Aggravated call:

Fighting or pained call:

Familiar call: (recognises a friend or ally) usually the sound is produced much softer, almost like a whisper for her given the small size of humans, yet if it’s another Kaiju it will be produced at full capacity.

[cameron-phillips]

[peterstrahmspen]

“AN INSUFFERABLE KNOW-IT-ALL.”

[taintedmind6669]

[mudinyourshoes]

Of all the things that are under explored about drifting in the original Pacific Rim (and EVERYTHING is under explored) the things that drives me most bananas is when Pentecost shows up as Herc's replacement jaeger pilot and Chuck is like, "this is not going to work. We are not drift compatible" and Pentecost says "don't worry about it, I'll make us drift compatible because I WILL BRING NOTHING INTO THE DRIFT NO THOUGHTS NO MEMORIES"

SIR, SIR PLEASE COME BACK HERE AND EXPLAIN YOURSELF WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WILL BRING NO MEMORIES INTO THE DRIFT. HAVE YOU ACHIEVED NIRVANA? WHAT IS HAPPENING? SIR?!

[levil0vesyou]

[the-starry-seas]

It’s my goal to finish some monthly prompt lists and I decided to let people request the characters I write about! comfy-vember is platonic hurt-comfort with an emphasis on comfort, fanovember is literary themes, and fluffcember is all fluff. Links lead to the prompt lists. Plain text prompts are below the cut and I’ll cross out prompts as they’re requested.

Rules:

You don’t have to be following me

Only three requests per person

Send an ask instead of a DM/reply/reblog, and one request per ask

Name the event you’re requesting for

Request two or three prompts in order of preference, in case somebody else already requested your first choice

Open to all characters and ships but SFW only

Use character names instead of ship names, and specify platonic or romantic for fanovember and fluffcember prompts

Fandoms I’m writing for:

Alien franchise excluding Romulus

AVP

Fallout (show)

Jurassic Park and Jurassic World

Killjoys

Leverage

Pacific Rim

Star Wars (any of the movies, BOBF, Bad Batch, or The Mandalorian)

The Murderbot Diaries

Titanfall 2

TMNT (Bayverse or Rise)

Transformers (Bayverse, Bumblebee, Rise of the Beasts, or TFOne)

Comfy-vember

Breaking bad habits — New day — Train ride

Favourite song — Holding hands — Walking and talking

Special breakfast — Spoon feeding — Forehead kiss

Bed rest — Mug of tea — Soft music

Saying their name — Hand on knee — Dressing fancy

Weak crying — Trusting — Slow hug

Eye of the storm — Sleeping on shoulder — First hug

Found — Thunder shower — Fresh fruit

Scars — Passing smile — Baking cookies

Overcoming fear — Sharing a bed — Lullaby

Verbal affirmation — Couch cuddles — Nose kiss

Hand on shoulder — Practical gift — Movie night

Relearning a skill — Surprise compliment — Fresh laundry

After nightmare — Day together — Random gift

Shopping trip — Storytelling — Laughing phone call

Carrying — Reading aloud — Loving gaze

Healing wounds — I love you text/note — Rain on the roof

Coming home — Kitchen dancing — Sleeping in

Putting on ointment — Thick blankets — Sunset

Desperate hug — Sharing food — Care for caregiver

Enthusiastic greeting — Late night laughter — Waking up together

Bail out — Car ride — Lamplight

Remembering medication — Art on fridge — Warm toast

Apology — Palm kiss — Campfire

Washing bloodstains — Hair brushing — Cheek kiss

Confession — Crying hug — Picnic

Promise keeping — Quick hug — Beach/waves

Cast taken off — Sleepy kiss — Hot chocolate

Showing up — Birthday gift — Bicycle

In dreams — Happy tears — Dancing in rain

Fanovember

Romance

Short story

Terror

Adventure

Art

Retelling

Historical

Journal

Theatre

Witchcraft

Religion

Fantasy

Astrology

Mythology

Poetics

Reality show

Press

Urban fantasy

Film/Movie

Family

Music

Epistolary

Sci-fi

Autobiography

Cuisine

Dance

Board games

Classic

Thriller

Flash-fiction

Fluffcember

Roasted Marshmallows

Winter Flu

Snowman

Christmas Sweater

Northern Lights

Gingerbread House

Condensed Breath

Sparkling Snow

Sugar Rush

Carols

Slippery

Skiing

Fire and Ice

Winter Soup

Naughty List

Chocolate

Snowed in

Mistletoe

Fondue

Fairy Tales

Cabin in the Snow

Winter Storm

Confessions

Christmas Tree

The Perfect Gift

Forgiveness

Family Gathering

Cold Turkey

Mint

Warming Up

Fireworks

[mistydoesart]

Day Five: Drive Suits || Day Six: Dress Blues

Once again, more traditional art. I cannot be stopped.

On the left, we have my Pacific Rim OC's (Terrence "Terry" Cabot) Drive suit for his Jaeger Lucky Blackbird. Drawing armor brought me back to my Star Wars: The Clone Wars days, but it was fun to have a new spin on it. I especially liked drawing the helmet.

On the right, I drew Mako in her dress uniform. We never see her in it in the movie and I personally consider that unacceptable, so I took the time to draw it myself. I don't know what medals or rank insignias she'd have, so I made that part up. This one I specifically made for @satanindisguise because it's their favorite character! Hope you enjoy!!!

This was made for the @lastdaysofwar 2025 Pacific Rim Event.

[blackandwhitecircus]

[penguinsblues]

an extremely unrealistic AU in which Hermann knows work/life balance exists and sometimes goes to a park after work to relax and read and feed some pigeons maybe?? idk, it's too out there to consider

[garlictoast]

The Language That Binds Us

uh oh! it's Day 2 of @lastdaysofwar!

first public introduction of my dear OCs, tully and anthoine. not a super duper big fan of this one, but hey, words are words

               Tully Matherson catches himself skimming the news boards in the canteen, reading without really reading, since there isn’t much going on that day. It’s been two days since the last Kaiju attacked Chile, which Tully and Anthoine weren’t even a part of, with their current deployment too far north. Scientists found another use for Kaiju remains—something about teeth whitening that Tully immediately decides he won’t be trying. On the final board, a story scrolls by about a man in France thinking he saw a Kaiju in the Atlantic.

               God, that’s the last thing we need, Tully thinks, immediately followed by, Wait, what the fuck.

               Because the article isn’t in English, the one and only language Tully has ever known. It’s in French.

               “Un homme originaire de Briec, près de la côte Atlantique, soutient qu’il a vu un Kaiju dans la mer pendant ses vacances à la plage de l’Île-Tudy. Si c’est vrai, ce serait la première fois qu’un de ces monstres est vu à l’extérieur du Pacifique.”

               He blinks, reading over the words a second time, in case the sleep deprivation finally caught up and he’s just hallucinating the fact that it’s French.

               But no, it’s French. It’s very French.

He decides this is a problem for later.

Later turns into that afternoon, as Tully scrolls through a folder of documents containing early notes on the effects of drifting. It’s something he studies often, especially since becoming an actual Jaeger pilot three months prior. There’s lots of interesting things no one expected to come out of being in someone else’s head, aside from the typical memories. Pilots have learned entirely new skills just from sharing a headspace. He skims an article of a Mach 1 ranger who never learned how to drive until they drifted with their co-pilot, a former kart driver. People reported learning how to knit, cook, paint, solve sedukos, but he doesn’t find anything on languages. Surely, he’s not the first one. He taps through two more articles—one about a pilot who learned to drive a boat, the other about one who learned the layout of a building he’d never been in—before he gets an idea.

He closes the file, checking the time on his desk before grabbing his jacket. It’s just before dinner, and the evening sparring session is coming to an end. He has to run to make it to the gym before the class lets out but catches Nadia just in time. Nadia, who has been a pilot for ten years. Nadia, whose co-pilot is from a different country.

“If you’re trying to make the session, you’re kinda late, kid,” she muses as Tully jogs up. It must’ve been a good session because she’s all smiles, despite the few bruises forming around her arms and shoulders.

“No, actually, I was looking for you.” She raises one eyebrow. “You’ve been a pilot for a long time, Dia—”

“Careful, Matherson,” she warns, lifting her water bottle to her mouth.

He waves her off. “—I mean, you have a lot of experience. Seen a lot of shit.”

“True.”

“Have you ever heard of a pilot learning a language in the Drift?”

She takes a swig of water, holding it in her cheeks as she ponders. After a moment, she swallows, and says, “Not like, entirely. I mean, I’ve definitely picked up some Italian from being in Mel’s head, but not the whole shebang. Why?”

“Because this morning, I read an article in French.”

“And?”

“I don’t speak French, Nadia.”

She shrugs. “I wouldn’t be surprised that it’s possible. People pick up weird shit in the Drift all the time. I mean, how do you think I know so much about welding? I definitely didn’t learn it in Miami.”

“No, I know. I just haven’t heard of anyone picking up a full language before. Besides, Anthoine’s only been my co-pilot for three months.”

“Hey, here’s an idea. Why don’t you ask them?”

Tully shrugs. “Anthoine’s not exactly…open.”

Nadia laughs. “Yeah, I gathered that by the trail of co-pilots they leave in their wake.”

“No, I mean…I don’t know if they’d like me, uh, sharing…French. With them. It’s kind of a touchy subject.” Anthoine’s a great pilot, Tully can’t deny, but their first few drifts were rough. Many of the difficulties they encountered were caused mostly by Tully’s inexperience, something Tully can’t deny, but he knows part of it lay in Anthoine’s absolute refusal to touch some of their own memories.

Nadia takes another drink of water before placing a comforting hand on Tully’s shoulder. “They’re your co-pilot, Tully. You’re gonna have to talk to them at some point. Maybe this can be a bonding experience for you two.”

Tully brushes her hand off, turning away before she can see him blush. “Yeah, yeah.”

The problem with being Anthoine’s co-pilot is that Tully never knows where they are. It’s like the second they’re out of the cockpit, they’re gone. Usually, it’s not that big of a problem, seeing as they don’t spend a lot of time outside their Jaeger anyway. Anthoine is antagonistic at best and especially so after a bad practice session, which is exactly what happened that morning. It’s not that the two of them aren’t compatible, obviously they are, but Anthoine is a perfectionist with 5 years of piloting under their belt. Tully’s only been a pilot for three months. He’s bound to make mistakes, he knows that, but it doesn’t keep Anthoine from snapping at him at every misstep. Tully is sure there’s a bet going on somewhere about how long they’ll both last.

The good thing about being Anthoine’s co-pilot is that Tully’s been in their head enough to guess at how to find them. It takes some time, but Tully finally finds the other ranger across the compound, in the smaller, much less used mess hall. It’s practically abandoned, so well hidden in LOCCENT that Tully, born and raised PPDC, didn’t even know it existed until he saw it in one of Anthoine’s memories.

So, maybe French isn’t the only thing he’s picked up in the Drift.

Tully knows Anthoine is there before he sees them, the warm smell of garlic and melted cheese wafting down the hall outside the kitchens. Anthoine’s a great cook, something they got from their mother. Memories—Anthoine’s memories—vie for Tully’s attention as he approaches the room. He lets them slide by as he peeks around the corner of the doorway. Anthoine’s back is to him, focused as they are at the burning stove in front of them. Tully can’t tell what they’re making, only that it smells really good, and seems to have the other ranger in a decent mood. They’re dressed in their regulation black jumpsuit, sleeves rolled up to their elbows, dark hair pulled back in a bun. He watches the line of their shoulder flex as they stir whatever is on the stove. Tully knows Anthoine is going to see this memory in the Drift later, going to feel that warm flutter in Tully’s chest, but for once, it doesn’t bother him.

“What?” Anthoine calls over their shoulder.

“How did you know I was here?” Tully leaves the safety of the wall, stepping forward to lean against the counter to Anthoine’s right.

               “You breathe very loudly.” Anthoine doesn’t look at him, and Tully gets the impression it’s a pointed effort.

               “I don’t breathe that loud,” Tully protests. That earns him a small, but withering, glance from his co-pilot. “What are you making?”

               Anthoine lifts the spoon, the contents of the pot stretching and rising with it. “Pommes aligot.” A memory flashes in Tully’s mind of a younger Anthoine watching their mother stir the same dish in a different pot, a different kitchen, a lifetime away. “What do you want, Tully?”

               “I was reading the news in the canteen this morning,” he starts.

           ��   “Ah, you can read?” Anthoine still hasn’t looked to him, but the corner of their mouth flickers in a quick smile. Tully punches them in the shoulder.

               “Shut up.” Anthoine rolls their eyes. “I was reading the news and saw an article about a man in France.”

               Anthoine hums. “Yes, I saw the same. The man who saw the Kaiju?”

               “Yeah.”

               “Lots of people see Kaiju, Tully.”

               “Yeah, but he saw it in France, Anthoine. Like, in the Atlantic. There’s never been one in the Atlantic before.”

               It’s possible Anthoine picks up on where Tully is going, because they finally look at their co-pilot, one eyebrow raised in slight skepticism as they reach to switch off the burner. “You read the whole article?”

               “Well, I skimmed it.”

               “Since when can you read French?”

               Tully throws his hands up. “That’s what I’m saying!” Anthoine’s eyes widen just a fraction at Tully’s outburst. “Sorry, that was loud.”

               “You usually are,” Anthoine says, matter of fact. “Are you implying you learned French from drifting with me?” Their tone isn’t demeaning, but they don’t seem to be thrilled with the idea of sharing this with Tully. Part of Tully understands—language can be really personal, especially for someone like Anthoine, who keeps so much to themselves.

               Tully shrugs. “I think it’s possible.”

               Anthoine tilts their head, eyes trailing Tully head-to-toe before they settle on what Tully is sure is the stupid grin on his face. “C’est possible,” Anthoine mutters. “Tu peux le parler?”

               Tully shakes his head. “I don’t think so. I think I can only read it and understand it.”

               “Ah, quel dommage. Your accent would be awful anyway. You’ll have to work on that.” Antoine turns back to the stove, giving the pommes aligot a final stir before pulling two plates from the cabinet. Tully watches them, contemplating as Anthoine divides an impressive amount of perfectly creamy, stretchy potatoes between the dishes.

               “You’re okay with that? Is this even a thing that’s happened before?”

               “It’s not like I have a say in what you get from our neural bridge. Pilots share a headspace in the Drift. Memories, knowledge. It makes sense to me that French would bleed over.” They hand one plate to Tully, who takes it with a numb shock. “Besides, how do you think I learned English?”

[ghostxrose]

𝑶𝒇 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒏 | 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒙 𝑶𝑪

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven |

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!OC, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, potentially triggering content, universe-typical violence, Enji Todoroki (yes, that is a warning, he's trash), character death, suicidal ideation, (more tags to be added as story develops <3)

Note ~ Hey, Lovelies. Sorry that I've been MIA, I'm kinda going through it and it's been impacting my motivation to write. I am hoping to drag myself out of this funk and get some new stuff out for y'all, though.. Just know that I love and appreciate all of you. <3

Azusa’s brain can’t even fully register what just happened. In the twenty years that she’s been on this godforsaken earth, never has Enji Todoroki ever laid a hand on her. His brand of abuse has strictly been mental and emotional. She’s never even been spanked. But as her brain short-circuits and she cradles her throbbing cheek with one hand, she’s in complete shock. Sounds become muffled and her vision takes on a distortion that makes everything seem surreal. Azusa doesn’t even feel like she’s in her body as she stands up to run out of the room. Enji’s voice rings in her ears, but he sounds distant and his words echo through her mind as she flees.

Unconsciously slamming Enji’s office door behind her, Azusa nearly slams into Bakugo. The two Rangers share a brief look; Bakugo’s eyes wide and an uncharacteristic concern blanketing his features, while Azusa’s face is stuck with shock and her eyes are swimming with fear along with so much more. Before Bakugo can even get a word out of his opening mouth, Azusa bolts for the elevator.

Azusa tries with every conscious thread that she can grasp onto to hold herself together for the entire elevator ride back to the floor her bunk is on. Her chest feels tight and her throat hurts from the strain of swallowing down her sobs and whimpers. When the elevator finally stops she stumbles out of it, ignoring the concerned and off-put looks from others around her as she rushes toward her room. She barely notices Aizawa leaning against the wall next to the door to her bunk, let alone fully registers his voice commanding those around to move on.

Azusa’s entire body is shaking as she struggles to unlock her door and when she finally does, she practically falls into her room. Aizawa catches her before she collapses, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tightly to his chest. He manages to close the door and the sound of it shutting finally triggers Azusa to break down.

Her sobs come out as choked wails of anguish only muffled by Aizawa’s newly tear-stained shirt. Her hands fist the back of Aizawa’s shirt, her knuckles white from how tight her grip is. She can hear Aizawa trying to speak to her, but his voice sounds like he’s underwater and she can’t think beyond every emotion crashing into her. Her cheek throbs with white-hot, tingling pain every time her face scrunches from another gut-wrenching sob. Suddenly she’s being moved, Aizawa guiding her to her bed and urging her to sit.

“Nonononono, please! Please don’t leave! Please, please, please!” She begs through sobs as she feels Aizawa peeling himself away from her.

Aizawa’s slimmer form gets replaced by someone’s bulkier, more muscular form but Azusa clings to them all the same. It doesn’t take much conscious thought to know that whoever this new person is, isn’t her father. Hesitant arms wrap around her in what would be an awkward and embarrassing hug if she were in her right mind. But she isn’t, instead her entire being is shattering as she wails into an assumed stranger’s chest.

“I’m sorry, kid.. Just, both of you stay here, I’ll be right back.” Aizawa’s apologetic tone cuts through the sound of Azusa’s blood rushing in her ears. She chokes on more pleas for him not to leave and flinches at the sound of her door closing. The arms wrapped around her tighten, but it does little to soothe her rampant emotions.

“H-he hi-hit m-m-me, h-he fucking h-it me..” Azusa stutters out as her shaking increases and her sobs become more guttural.

“I.. I know.” A male voice quietly rasps out and it’s a voice that Azusa is all too fucking familiar with. She tears herself away from the body that she had been pathetically clinging to as mortification shoves its way past all of the other emotions that have torn to the surface. Azusa and the man she’s despised the last two years stare at each other with matching looks of shock. Bakugo’s shock being from her sudden retreat, and Azusa’s shock being from realizing just who she’s been breaking down in front of.

“Ge-get ou-out,” Azusa whispers hoarsely as painful sobs still fall from her mouth, her body subconsciously backing up to the corner of the bed and beginning to curl into itself.

Confused exasperation contorts Bakugo’s features, “No, I- Marshal Aizawa said to-”

“Get out! Get out! Get out! GET OUT!” Azusa begins shouting, choking on sobs and wincing from the pain radiating from her cheek. Her hands come up to grip her hair at the roots as she continues shouting, probably looking like a complete lunatic.

“Todor-” Bakugo tries calling out to Azusa, but using her surname only seems to make her state worsen if the way she shouts “no” over and over again is anything to go off of.

“Damn it- Azusa! I’m not leavin’! I’ve been right on the other side of the door both times he’s yelled at you this week! I’ve been inside your fuckin’ head! I ain’t leavin’ you here like this knowin’ what I know!” Bakugo yells over her shouts.

Between her frayed emotions and her shattered mental state, Azusa doesn’t have it in her to keep arguing with Bakugo. Her throat feels like she’s swallowing glass and there’s a metallic taste on her tongue, but her wails keep coming. Her hands abandon their grip on her hair and move to cover her face. Her pain is intensified as her hand presses against her bruised cheek, but she buries her face in her hands anyway.

“Fuck,” Bakugo curses quietly with tired exasperation already stretched way past his emotionally-stunted limits.

Bakugo unties and kicks his boots off before cautiously crawling across the bed toward Azusa. Feeling the mattress shift, she recoils tighter into herself but Bakugo reluctantly ignores the action. Bakugo situates himself next to her and leans back against the wall, stretching his legs out. He spreads them out and gently pulls Azusa into the space between them, avidly ignoring how embarrassed and awkward the position makes him feel. She resists a bit but ultimately relents to lean her body against the front of his, her head resting against his chest as she continues to shake and sob. Bakugo lets his head fall back to softly rest against the wall and he looks up to the ceiling as a heavy sigh leaves him.

Azusa flinches slightly when Bakugo’s arms wrap around her body, his hands coming up to gently pull hers from her face. She’s starting to feel the exhaustion creep in but she can’t stop crying and all of the pain she’s feeling, emotional and physical, won’t relent. Her sobs have calmed down the tiniest bit, at least to the point that she isn’t choking on them anymore and she can kind of breathe.

“I-I wish th-that day w-would have ha-happened the way tha-that i-it should h-have..” Azusa cries and stutters out, and she feels Bakugo’s breath hitch in his chest.

“Don’t say shit like that.” Bakugo says in a quietly firm tone after a moment of silence, and it’s all Azusa needs to know that he understands what day she’s talking about.

“I-I mean it.. Y-you al-ready know..” Azusa cries with anguish.

Suddenly, her bunk door opens causing both her and Bakugo to startle. Aizawa walks in and Azusa wastes no time in detaching herself from Bakugo’s hold, and moving to the edge of the bed toward one of the only people in the world that’s ever made her feel safe and comforted.

“He already knows what, kid?” Aizawa questions, softly for Azusa’s sake, as he makes his way toward her with an ice pack in hand.

Aizawa hands the ice pack to Azusa, quietly telling her to gently hold it against her face. She takes the ice pack without a word, doing as she was instructed as she leans forward to rest her forehead against his chest. Aizawa may not have ever had kids of his own, but with Azusa being like a daughter to him, or at the very least a niece, he feels comfortable enough to be soft around her. Comfortable enough to let her cry against him, and to soothingly run a hand over her hair to try to calm her crying.

Aizawa’s eyes shift from Azusa to Bakugo who sits in place with a shaken look on his face. Bakugo’s eyes connect with Aizawa’s but all he does is silently shake his head at the Marshal’s questioning gaze. Aizawa lets out a quiet and tired sigh before looking down at Azusa, noticing that the poor girl’s sobs have finally calmed down to a less intense level of crying.

“Zusa, you should try to get some rest. You’ve been through a lot today, kid. Let your mind take a break for a bit,” Aizawa gently suggests and Azusa’s hand curls tighter into the bit of his shirt that she's gripping weakly at his side.

“H-he hit m-me, Sh-shota.. s-sl-slapped m-me.. I-I’ve never s-seen him so an-angry.. I-I’m usually s-so careful t-to not m-make h-him so-” Azusa stutters out weakly sounding absolutely broken.

“Sshh, sshh, Azusa, I know..” Aizawa says with forced calm, his inner rage reaching a boiling point with how fed up he is with Enji. “Bakugo, you can go. I’m going to stay with her a bit until she falls asleep, then I have some business to take care of.” Aizawa says, looking at Bakugo who still hasn’t moved from his spot or wiped the shaken look off of his face.

Bakugo seems to snap back into reality at Aizawa’s words and he forces a look of neutrality on his face, “Sir, I.. I don’t have anything that requires my attention at the moment. I can stay with her while you go attend to.. business.” Bakugo's voice is even as he speaks, but his fists clench tightly where they rest and his eyes burn with anger.

Aizawa studies him for a moment, pondering if that would be a good decision, but then he feels Azusa’s hand release it’s grip some and her body slumps a bit. He can feel a barely-there nod against his chest and he takes that as her being okay with that course of action.

“Fine. But if she needs me to come back here then I expect you to call me immediately. You may have been inside her head a couple of times now, Bakugo, but you don’t know what she’s had to deal with or the shit I’ve had to keep my mouth shut about, per her request, all of these years.” Aizawa’s slightly threatening tone makes Bakugo’s eyes widen a bit, but he nods his head in understanding. Aizawa gently urges Azusa to lean back and he carefully pulls her hand away from her face to inspect her swollen cheek. Anger blazes in his eyes and his jaw clenches, but he remains soft and careful in his movements and words of reassurance.

“Keep that ice on there for a bit longer, then try to get some rest okay, kid? I’ll come back in a bit with something from the Mess Hall.” Aizawa says quietly as he meets Azusa’s eyes.

“Okay.. Thank you, Shota,” Azusa quietly rasps out and reluctantly pulls away from him completely. Aizawa accepts the thanks with as much brokenhearted grace as he can muster as he gently pats her head a couple of times before stepping back.

“Bakugo, a moment?” Aizawa demands slightly as he opens the door. Bakugo is quick to get off of Azusa’s bed, leaving her with room to lay down and pull the blanket over herself, and he follows Aizawa to just outside of the bunk.

“I don’t know what kind of reconciliation or cease fire you two have put into place for the time being, but do not pick a fight with her right now,” Aizawa borderline threatens once again. “And we will be discussing what exactly you both were talking about right before I got back. Understood, Ranger?”

“Yes, Sir,” Bakugo says, slightly intimidated, and Aizawa firmly nods before turning to walk away.

“Oh, and Marshal?” Bakugo calls out making Aizawa pause and turn around, “Give him hell.” Bakugo says with angered seriousness.

Aizawa gives him another more determined nod before turning back around and walking away. Bakugo walks back into Azusa’s bunk and tries to close the door as quietly as he can, not wanting to startle her.

Azusa is lying on her side, her uninjured cheek squished against her pillow, and occasional shivers run down her body both from the cold ice pack and her fried emotions. She can feel her mind sinking into the safety that numbness promises and she looks up at Bakugo with almost emotionless eyes. She can only imagine the mess that she looks like right now, but at this point she finds herself uncaring.

“You can sit wherever you’d like, just don’t go through my shit.” Azusa rasps out and Bakugo gives an annoyed roll of his eyes before sitting himself down in her desk chair.

“Why the hell would I want to do that? We’re co-pilots, remember? Being inside your brain is enough.” Bakugo snarks, albeit with less heat than usual, and Azusa would roll her eyes if she had the strength.

A few moments of silence passes by before Azusa speaks again, “Anything you tell Sho- Marshal Aizawa won’t be anything he hasn’t heard directly from me before.. So, if you were stressed or something about the talk you guys will be having later, then don’t be.”

Bakugo looks at her with slightly widened eyes both from her admittance and from the near-emotionless tone of her voice. He schools his expression back into one of neutrality as he crosses his arms and looks at the ceiling, “Wasn’t stressed about it, so just try to sleep, ‘kay?”

“Whatever, Bakugo,” Azusa quietly replies, her eyes drifting shut. There’s another moment of silence before Bakugo catches what she says just barely above a whisper;

“Thank you..”

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Azusa groggily wakes up some time later to the sound of her bunk door opening and the hushed sound of voices talking. One of her eyes opens with ease while the other struggles to open halfway due to the swelling from her injured cheek. She groans as a yawn tries to escape her mouth, her cheek and the sore muscles underneath fiercely protesting such an action. The low voices quiet as Azusa slowly sits up, her fingers running through her hair attempting to tame it.

Everything that happened earlier tries to batter her freshly awakened brain, but Azusa is quick to throw up her walls despite how weak they are. “What time is it?” She asks without looking at the other two people in her room, her voice still hoarse yet emotionless. She hears the familiar sound of Aizawa’s signature tired sigh and her eyes shift to look at him.

“Bakugo, just go. They’re still serving food in the Mess Hall, then you need to get some rest, you both will be attempting another Drift trial tomorrow.” Aizawa says to Bakugo before turning to Azusa.

Azusa watches as Bakugo clenches his fists and his teeth grit together. She woke up too late to catch any significant pieces of the two’s conversation, but judging by Bakugo’s obvious agitation it wasn’t anything light. The blonde doesn’t put up much of a fight as he leaves Azusa’s bunk without a word, closing the door surprisingly calmly behind him as he goes.

“It’s a little past seven. I brought you some food, it’s not anything fancy just whatever was easy to carry.” Aizawa quietly informs her, stepping closer then sitting at the edge of her bed. “..You feeling a bit better after some rest, kid?”

Azusa silently takes the food from Aizawa’s hands and numbly unwraps the sandwich, “I feel fine. Thanks for the food.” She says, her tone still blank but she visibly winces as she takes a small bite of her sandwich.

Aizawa looks at her with a sad look in his eye and another sigh, “I know that you’re not fine, kid. You don’t have to shut down like this, not in front of me. Here, take these pain meds and drink some water.”

Azusa’s walls begin to crumble at Aizawa’s gentle tone and her hands shake as she sets her sandwich down, then takes the pain pills and water bottle. She chokes down the medicine and water as her whole body begins to tremble from the force of trying to hold back more sobs. Picking up her sandwich again she tries to continue eating, ignoring the tears starting to roll down her face.

Aizawa raises one of his arms, silently extending the offer of comfort that he knows Azusa needs right now. She doesn’t waste any time in repositioning herself, abandoning her sandwich to cling to Aizawa’s side. She buries her face into his chest despite her cheek screaming in pain.

A million thoughts race through her mind, battering against her skull as she cries. Is she really cut out for this? Would Toya be disappointed in her? Would she really be all that upset if Enji kicked her out of the Jaeger program? Why is Enji so angry at her all the time? Has she really pushed him to his limits? Is he going to hit her again? She.. she wishes..

“I wish you were my dad instead of him..” Azusa’s thoughts begin pouring from her mouth in broken stutters. “E-Enji hates me! Every m-move I make sets him off! I-I-I don’t get it! Wh-why have kids if you were going to make it clear that they were unwanted in the first place??”

Azusa can feel Aizawa’s breath hitch and his arm wraps around her tighter. As his other arm comes up to wrap around her, Azusa catches sight of his hand. It’s visibly swollen and his knuckles look split but they aren’t bleeding, at least not anymore. Distantly, a sick satisfaction settles in the back of her mind thinking about the shiner Enji must be sporting right now.

“I’m so sorry, kid.. sorry that you got stuck with a monster for a father.. sorry that I’ve kept my stupid mouth shut about his behaviors for so long.. I feel that I’ve failed you just as much as he has..” Aizawa says quietly, his defeat and guilt evident in his tone. He hugs her tighter and gently rests his chin on the top of her head.

Azusa shakes her head slightly, “Please don’t.. y-you’ve helped me and my siblings a lot over the years.. They wouldn’t, and I don’t, blame you for not wanting to interfere with another person’s career even with how that person treats their family.. it’s not like there’s ever been much proof.. except for now, I guess, since he’s decided to start getting physical..” She whispers out between sniffles and her unending crying.

Aizawa cringes slightly at Azusa’s words, but he knows that she’s right. Enji’s game has always been verbal abuse behind closed doors. There hasn’t been a chance to get proof in the past, but even now it would difficult to prove that it was Enji that hit Azusa. It’s an overall shitty situation.

Aizawa doesn’t say anything more, his heart hurting for Azusa. He just continues to hold her tightly as he ponders reporting Enji and whether or not the rest of the Todoroki family would be okay with that.

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