[Bakugo used to look at scars as a sign of weakness. Too unskilled to prevent getting hit in the first place. He was proud of not having any on him. But a year does a lot to a person, experience a bitch of a teacher. Scars aren't a sign of weakness. They're a sign of strength, proof you've survived. (Though there's still the matter of how they were gotten.)
He doesn't avert his body when he notes Endeavor looking over the scars. The war fucked them both up. And even then, the two of them got off easy compared to some... He doesn't know how the other man got his new scars, maybe he'll ask, but there's a quiet relief that he's alive.]
HAA?! HOW THE HELL SHOULD I KNOW?! I JUST WOKE UP IN THIS DAMN PLACE TWO HOURS AGO!!
[Doesn't mean he's not gonna yell at him, a few tiny explosions popping off in one hand like a bunch of firecrackers. Neither of them are supposed to be here! This isn't heaven! And it's not fucking Japan as much as he can tell. The lack of war, a lack of allies, Endeavor's miles away from him last he knew, and now- Fuck!]
Endeavor... [His tone drops to a growl, mixing anger at the person who did this to his mentor and irritated relief that the man survived that attack. He didn't get along well with Endeavor in a personal relationship, but he does respect the Pro Hero. Endeavor earned that well enough.] What's the last thing you remember?
[Better sync up their thoughts and see if they can work out any kind of pattern or familiarity.
DAMMIT!! It's not a responsibility; it's a fucking WANT!! He's gonna splatter them all over the wall for stealing him and Endeavor from a battle they can't be torn away from. What happened to everyone they left behind?! Do they have any idea what kind of shit they've put Japan in by doing this?! Bakugo's hackles and angry panic are starting to rise despite himself as his mind whirls among the possibilities.
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He doesn't avert his body when he notes Endeavor looking over the scars. The war fucked them both up. And even then, the two of them got off easy compared to some... He doesn't know how the other man got his new scars, maybe he'll ask, but there's a quiet relief that he's alive.]
HAA?! HOW THE HELL SHOULD I KNOW?! I JUST WOKE UP IN THIS DAMN PLACE TWO HOURS AGO!!
[Doesn't mean he's not gonna yell at him, a few tiny explosions popping off in one hand like a bunch of firecrackers. Neither of them are supposed to be here! This isn't heaven! And it's not fucking Japan as much as he can tell. The lack of war, a lack of allies, Endeavor's miles away from him last he knew, and now- Fuck!]
Endeavor... [His tone drops to a growl, mixing anger at the person who did this to his mentor and irritated relief that the man survived that attack. He didn't get along well with Endeavor in a personal relationship, but he does respect the Pro Hero. Endeavor earned that well enough.] What's the last thing you remember?
[Better sync up their thoughts and see if they can work out any kind of pattern or familiarity.
DAMMIT!! It's not a responsibility; it's a fucking WANT!! He's gonna splatter them all over the wall for stealing him and Endeavor from a battle they can't be torn away from. What happened to everyone they left behind?! Do they have any idea what kind of shit they've put Japan in by doing this?! Bakugo's hackles and angry panic are starting to rise despite himself as his mind whirls among the possibilities.
Not yet.]