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[If these damn muscle-bound gull-headed freaks weren't so annoying, he might've been more inclined to treat the who scenario like a challenging training session. But they're not! Shutting a few up with a blast to the face or a knee to the beak or worse is just desserts for the way they're clawing at him like that. Sucks none of them are the quiet type like Tokoyami. Makes it all the more satisfying to finally send their half-fried asses flying and getting some peace.

Bakugo's not expecting to suddenly find some blonde guy walking through the fading smoke and picking up the feathers from the air and ground. Sure, he's seen some people go birding in Japan, once or twice in his life, and picked up bird feathers when he was a kid. But this doesn't look like that. Hence the weird expression he's giving Hiyori as the guy thanks him.]

Haa?! I didn't help you! [He doesn't even know this guy! Though if he's collecting feathers, he guesses that's help? If you really want some burnt or ruffled feathers. Wasn't like he was getting the nice ones from the wings either. An ashen brow arches when the guy gets closer to him. As soon as Hiyori mentions his head, Bakugo sweeps a hand up and forward, brushing the one or two feathers off his spiky crown.] Tch, why would I wanna keep them?