I can see that, as I said, this was just me using what I knew

I have been in Heathrow, there is a Pret a Manger in Heathrow, I bought food there. I just used what I knew.

on my way to Japan for my first and only vacation this year ~ WT updates will continue as normal, Tapas pages will go on a 2week break but get some goodies in exchange 🧡

When they parted ways and Eijirou hugged Mina and Sero tight at the airport lobby, he was sure they’d talk again. New beginnings. Leaving old things behind. But maybe… maybe some things were just meant to be. 𝒯ℋℰ ℰ𝒩𝒟

𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺. Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Blasty?” “Well, you’ve been calling me ‘Shitty Hair’ for the last five hours, I think you deserve a nickname of your own.” Eijirou still grinned and Bakugo scowled but didn’t argue.

“This is my number. If you ever wanna, like, talk… just call.” He said with a smile. Bakugo frowned at it, then he snatched it up and typed his own number in. Eijirou grinned, shooting a quick text to it.

Somehow, they talked through most of the flight. Not all the time, but a lot of it, until Bakugo said he needed to sleep. Eijirou kept sitting opposite him, reading his book and watching an inflight movie. When they finally got off the plane in Osaka, Eijirou held out his phone.

“Yeah, fucking… like explosions. Cool as fuck. Knowing how to time them, so no one gets hurt, so it collapses correctly… that’s cool,” he grunted. The plane righted itself. Bakugo still looked a bit pale, but it was clear the talking had distracted him from the worst.

“What would be less boring?” Bakugo stared at him. “…demolitions.” He suddenly said. Eijirou cocked his head. “Like… collapsing houses and stuff?” he asked. Bakugo nodded.

“Hey, if you weren’t working for your parents’ company, what would you do?” The swooping sensation of the plane lifting off made his stomach flip a bit and he could see Bakugo’s jaw tighten. “What?” he pressed out. Eijirou didn’t back down.

But he never truly forgot. “I’m gonna get a prosthetic once I’m settled in though. It’s time to leave some old things behind.” The plane started. Bakugo looked startled as if he hadn’t been prepared and Eijirou leaned forward.

On some days, Eijirou almost believed it. On days when it was sunny out and he was in Glasgow, fully in the modern world, it was hard to believe that there was magic in the forest.

“It’s okay, I’m not sensitive. I lost it in an accident… got lost in the woods, leg got stuck under a tree root and the circulation got cut off for too long.” That was the official story.

“Oh.” He looked like he wanted to say something but thought better of it. Eijirou laughed.

He hummed, still not looking at Bakugo directly, but keeping him in the corner of his eye. “It took me a long time to get to terms with that… but I think it was worth it. Even if I lost a bit of myself along the way.” He grinned and tapped his leg with his cane. Bakugo furrowed his brow at it.

Eijirou shook his head. “No, I was just scared. I had just gone through something pretty traumatic and I was running. I was all alone and terrified people would see all my faults immediately if they looked at me.”

“First time was coming here… I barely remember any of it, I was pretty scared back then.” Bakugo furrowed his brow. “You’re scared of flying?”

Grabbing his cane, Eijirou stood up and walked over, sitting down. “This is only my second time flying,” he said casually, looking out the window. Bakugo glared but didn’t say anything.

But if you didn’t, that support system froze you out hard and most people learned to push their ‘otherness’ down where no one could see it instead of risking to lose that community.