[ No one made you come over to help, Aizawa. You asked for this.
To his credit, Tomura is mostly a manageable patient. Mostly. He grunts when Eraser pulls at the capture cloth (he's already bound, what do you want?) and inserts flat "ouch" and "that hurts" complaints every so often—just to be a pain in the ass—but he doesn't make any of the threatening moves that the hero seems to expect. All the better for getting this over and done with, especially since Tomura's condition could best be summed up as 'recently run over by a bus,' so it's not like Eraser doesn't have his work cut out for him.
A spiderweb of cracks runs up Tomura's right arm, spreading stray tendrils all over his chest, where splotches of dark color mark bruises and healing scrapes. Naturally his leg is the worst off, an assortment of green and purple under the cast he'd ditched. It throbs dully as Eraser rewraps it in an improvised cast, though this time Tomura keeps the annoyance to himself, as much as it irks him to sit through this again. ]
It's going to be inconvenient for you, using your weapon for this, [ is what he says instead.
He's wrapped himself in the blanket as much as he could with his hands bound, peering over the top only to watch the hero work. ]
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To his credit, Tomura is mostly a manageable patient. Mostly. He grunts when Eraser pulls at the capture cloth (he's already bound, what do you want?) and inserts flat "ouch" and "that hurts" complaints every so often—just to be a pain in the ass—but he doesn't make any of the threatening moves that the hero seems to expect. All the better for getting this over and done with, especially since Tomura's condition could best be summed up as 'recently run over by a bus,' so it's not like Eraser doesn't have his work cut out for him.
A spiderweb of cracks runs up Tomura's right arm, spreading stray tendrils all over his chest, where splotches of dark color mark bruises and healing scrapes. Naturally his leg is the worst off, an assortment of green and purple under the cast he'd ditched. It throbs dully as Eraser rewraps it in an improvised cast, though this time Tomura keeps the annoyance to himself, as much as it irks him to sit through this again. ]
It's going to be inconvenient for you, using your weapon for this, [ is what he says instead.
He's wrapped himself in the blanket as much as he could with his hands bound, peering over the top only to watch the hero work. ]