[When he was younger, he dreamed of the entire world standing still at the sound of his explosions, recognizing their roar as vivid proof Bakugo was there and taking care of business! Those sounds meant safety and amazement and fame! Now... most of that's still the same, but he quickly found out drawing a bunch of attention to himself can get really fucking annoying really fast!
Though he's pretty sure that's not what those damn gull-headed people were attracted to. Should've known. Seagulls are a pain in the ass no matter what world or country you live in. Bakugo sweeps his hand through the smoke in a quick rush to clear it, then checks on his lingering treat. Even amid the blazing sun, it's not completely melted yet, despite the intense activity it just went through. That's not to say a fair bit of drips already landed on his hand. Growling, he hikes it up and licks at the droplets on the outside of his palm.
Only to pause at the voice. What the fuck?
Bakugo jerks his head up, staring at the obvious sight of his erstwhile mentor. He takes him in quickly, eyes running here and there, one part relieved to see him, the other part completely shocked Endeavor's standing there. How-? Why is he-?]
THIS IS BULLSHIT!! WHY ARE YOU HERE?!
[Bakugo's alive, yes, but the new scars on his right arm, right cheek, and burst at the center of his chest suggest he hadn't escaped from his own battles unscathed. The last thing he remembers from home hadn't been pleasant either. There's no way he missed Endeavor's missing arm either and it makes his chest clench, anger and concern flaring up together.]
What the hell happened?
[Dammit, Endeavor! Don't you dare think you're getting the chance to go off on whoever's responsible for bringing them here! That's his dibs and he's not going to be shown up in the matter of slaughtering their damn lives by a Pro Hero!
He's not gonna mention the flaming swimsuit. Yet.]
(hello hello ♥)
Though he's pretty sure that's not what those damn gull-headed people were attracted to. Should've known. Seagulls are a pain in the ass no matter what world or country you live in. Bakugo sweeps his hand through the smoke in a quick rush to clear it, then checks on his lingering treat. Even amid the blazing sun, it's not completely melted yet, despite the intense activity it just went through. That's not to say a fair bit of drips already landed on his hand. Growling, he hikes it up and licks at the droplets on the outside of his palm.
Only to pause at the voice. What the fuck?
Bakugo jerks his head up, staring at the obvious sight of his erstwhile mentor. He takes him in quickly, eyes running here and there, one part relieved to see him, the other part completely shocked Endeavor's standing there. How-? Why is he-?]
THIS IS BULLSHIT!! WHY ARE YOU HERE?!
[Bakugo's alive, yes, but the new scars on his right arm, right cheek, and burst at the center of his chest suggest he hadn't escaped from his own battles unscathed. The last thing he remembers from home hadn't been pleasant either. There's no way he missed Endeavor's missing arm either and it makes his chest clench, anger and concern flaring up together.]
What the hell happened?
[Dammit, Endeavor! Don't you dare think you're getting the chance to go off on whoever's responsible for bringing them here! That's his dibs and he's not going to be shown up in the matter of slaughtering their damn lives by a Pro Hero!
He's not gonna mention the flaming swimsuit. Yet.]