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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde spiked short hair, red eyes, severe cold, sick, sneezing, wet sneeze, runny nose, nose drip, nasal mucus, blowing nose, tissue, tissue box, holding tissue, right hand, hand to face, scrunched face, teary eyes, watery eyes, blush, feverish, miserable, trembling, hunched over, from above, from side, close-up, cowboy shot, upper body, shirt, black pants, bare hands, empty room, domestic interior, soft window light Seen from above and slightly to his right, in a close-up that holds his upper body, one young man with short spiked blond hair sits hunched on the edge of a plain bed in a bare, quiet room, knees drawn together, shoulders rounded forward around a chest that keeps seizing. A severe cold owns his whole body: his skin is flushed red across the nose and cheekbones, a fine sweat sits on his temples, and his red eyes are glassy and watering, lashes clumped wet. His nose runs heavily and continuously -- a glossy clear bead hangs at the tip and has already streaked down to his upper lip, and he keeps dragging the back of his wrist across it, leaving the skin there raw and shining. The sneeze catches him mid-fit: his head snaps down and to the side, his brow knots hard, his eyes screw shut and then fly open, and a wet spray of droplets flies from his nose and mouth across the air toward the lower-left of the frame, catching the window light as a hundred tiny bright specks; his whole torso jerks with it, one hand braced flat on the mattress, the other flung up too late. The fifth fit leaves him doubled over, breathing through his mouth in ragged pulls, a strand of saliva and mucus thinning from his lips. Then he reaches to the crumpled tissue in his right hand -- fingers wrapped around it, thumb pressed into its center -- lifts it to his nose, pinches it shut around both nostrils, and blows: his cheeks hollow, his neck cords stand out, his eyes squeeze to slits and water at the corners, and the tissue deforms against his face, darkening with a wet patch that spreads outward from the pinch, its edges crushed and clinging to his fingertips. His left hand hangs loose over his knee, knuckles pale. Behind him the mattress dips under his weight, the pillow still holds the deep dent of his head, and a small hill of used crumpled tissues sits on the bedside table beside a half-empty glass of water. The room is plain, pale grey wall and off-white bedding, everything desaturated except the hot flush of his face and the red of his eyes. One cool, soft window light comes in from the upper left, laying a long pale highlight along his hair spikes and the ridge of his nose, dropping the right side of his face and the space beneath the bed into soft grey shade, his cast shadow pooled close and short on the floor because the light is high and diffuse. Muted grey-white palette, fine cel linework with soft airbrushed shading. Wretched and undignified, tenderly comic.
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pov, from below, looking up, 1girl, young woman, wavy light brown hair, wide teary eyes, crying, tears streaming down face, reddened eyelids, trembling lips, remorse, guilty expression, distressed, leaning forward, hovering over viewer, hands on viewer, holding cloth to forehead, comforting, oversized knit cardigan, car interior, back seat, enclosed space, vehicle interior light, warm lighting, first aid kit, roll of tape, folded blanket, locked car door, rain-streaked window, night, secluded, claustrophobic Point-of-view framing looking directly upward from a reclined position across the cushioned rear bench seat of an automobile. Leaning low over the viewer, a distressed young woman with shoulder-length wavy light brown hair and wide, wet hazel eyes hovers closely, her torso angled forward so that loose strands of hair drape past her shoulders. Her face is pale and crumpled with overwhelming guilt, her brows drawn upward in pain, lower eyelids swollen red, and fresh tears actively running down her cheeks to collect at the point of her trembling chin. With shaking, gentle hands, she presses a folded damp white cloth tenderly against the viewer's bruised forehead, while her other palm rests soothingly atop the thick wool blanket bundled over the viewer’s chest, her gaze locked pleadingly into the viewer's eyes. Beside her hip on the dark upholstery, an opened first-aid kit spills rolls of sterile gauze across the cushions, resting alongside a heavy roll of duct tape and vehicle keys tossed in frantic haste. The car doors remain shut with the lock pins visibly pushed down into their sills. Illumination comes entirely from the small overhead dome lamp, casting a warm golden spotlight over the crown of her head, the glossy sheen of her tear tracks, and the knuckles of her hands, leaving the vehicle footwells and rear glass in deep, shadowed darkness. Outside the tinted rear window, rain streams downward in narrow parallel rivulets, blurring the distant sodium-orange glare of an empty roadside into soft ambient bokeh. Desperate, remorseful tenderness.
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