[ You don't have to be good at fighting in order to cart people to safety, you just need to be strong enough to sling a struggling person over your shoulder like a potato sack if you had to, and most of the time saving people didn't actually require physically relocating them. It was something that Atsumu was actually able to do in a way that vaguely made him wonder if volleyball hadn't worked out, if he could have had a fallback career as a firefighter.
But things hadn't stayed simple, and the seeming invulnerability they had to the Blight began to wane, and suddenly helping people wasn't so easy, leaving Atsumu floundering again. It's not that he feels particular good about the idea of leaving people to die, but he very much wants to live himself, and with a blanket permission given, he was all too willing to draw back and keep himself safe.
Mostly...
Atsumu might be an asshole, and Atsumu might have the self-centered world view of a teenager, but Atsumu isn't so terrible that he doesn't feel some amount of guilt for holing away safely while some of the other Shard-bearers keep at the whole hero business.
So he does one of the few, small things he can think of, something that in theory doesn't put him at too much risk, and that's to haul supplies to the medical centers that are taking in all the Blight patients. Things aren't easy to maneuver around at this point, and with so much falling to ruin, those supplies are needed. He can lug things from the manor to the various triages once a day, and feel some small sense of having done enough.
It's during this time that he sees Amos standing outside of one, though he doesn't stop to question him as he nods in lieu of a proper greeting, wanting to drop off his stuff and get the hell out of there. He'd probably leave just as quickly too as he offloads what he has, but the strange pile of ash that people seem to be avoiding snags his attention and has him asking questions.
By the time Atsumu is rushing out of the center, Amos is far enough down the road that he can't be seen, though he's far enough away that Atsumu has to raise his voice into a yell as he starts to sprint towards him. ]
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But things hadn't stayed simple, and the seeming invulnerability they had to the Blight began to wane, and suddenly helping people wasn't so easy, leaving Atsumu floundering again. It's not that he feels particular good about the idea of leaving people to die, but he very much wants to live himself, and with a blanket permission given, he was all too willing to draw back and keep himself safe.
Mostly...
Atsumu might be an asshole, and Atsumu might have the self-centered world view of a teenager, but Atsumu isn't so terrible that he doesn't feel some amount of guilt for holing away safely while some of the other Shard-bearers keep at the whole hero business.
So he does one of the few, small things he can think of, something that in theory doesn't put him at too much risk, and that's to haul supplies to the medical centers that are taking in all the Blight patients. Things aren't easy to maneuver around at this point, and with so much falling to ruin, those supplies are needed. He can lug things from the manor to the various triages once a day, and feel some small sense of having done enough.
It's during this time that he sees Amos standing outside of one, though he doesn't stop to question him as he nods in lieu of a proper greeting, wanting to drop off his stuff and get the hell out of there. He'd probably leave just as quickly too as he offloads what he has, but the strange pile of ash that people seem to be avoiding snags his attention and has him asking questions.
By the time Atsumu is rushing out of the center, Amos is far enough down the road that he can't be seen, though he's far enough away that Atsumu has to raise his voice into a yell as he starts to sprint towards him. ]
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