[It's a simple demand and it's risky and yet Bakugo skids to a stop on the ground in a scraping of shoes across grass, head turning to scan the arena and find the boundaries of the field. If he'll get in trouble for attempting to leave the arena, that strangely doesn't seem to be weighing on his mind right now.
His shoulders tense and the muscles in his neck flex as he bristles under the comment about breaking rules, punishment, and taking a damn hit. Arrows fire from the archer box again and he pulls his arm back. Sparks crackle furiously around his charging hand and he swings a huge swath of explosions in front of him again, wiping the arrows out of the air amid a fury of light, smoke, and heat.
Did this bastard just kick his heels in like he's spurring a horse?! YOU GODDAMN ASSHOLE!!
Bakugo blitzes forward in a dash, half jumping with his legs, half powered by explosions to bound across the field in a zigzag with an obvious goal: the sidelines.] I'm not breaking any fucking rules, you cowardly prick! And I'm not getting a damn punishment! [There! The perimeter! Another explosion propels them forward, and he reaches back to crush his hand into Charlie's shirt behind his neck. Muscles in his shoulder and arm tense, ready to rip the man clean off his back for a vindictive throw out of bounds!] If you wanna be out so bad, then get the hell out of my-!!
[*thock!*]
Ngh!? [Impact. Right on the back of his shoulder, now that it's slightly arched above Charlie's own. Blue chalk paffs against his skin, a tiny cloud of dusk blooming around the mark. Wha-?! How the fuck-?! He was focused on dodging!! He paid attention to his surroundings!! HE WOULD'VE AVOIDED THAT!! ... But for some reason, he can't drag that intent back to memory over the past minute. Charlie's voice was what he remembered instead. Take me there... break the rules... get punished... get shot. Why the hell is he remembering that instead?!
Bakugo hits the ground in a roll, the hand that had been grabbing Charlie's shirt instinctively cupping around the back of the man's head, protecting it as they pitch along the ground, Bakugo's shoulder and side taking the brunt of the impact.]
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His shoulders tense and the muscles in his neck flex as he bristles under the comment about breaking rules, punishment, and taking a damn hit. Arrows fire from the archer box again and he pulls his arm back. Sparks crackle furiously around his charging hand and he swings a huge swath of explosions in front of him again, wiping the arrows out of the air amid a fury of light, smoke, and heat.
Did this bastard just kick his heels in like he's spurring a horse?! YOU GODDAMN ASSHOLE!!
Bakugo blitzes forward in a dash, half jumping with his legs, half powered by explosions to bound across the field in a zigzag with an obvious goal: the sidelines.] I'm not breaking any fucking rules, you cowardly prick! And I'm not getting a damn punishment! [There! The perimeter! Another explosion propels them forward, and he reaches back to crush his hand into Charlie's shirt behind his neck. Muscles in his shoulder and arm tense, ready to rip the man clean off his back for a vindictive throw out of bounds!] If you wanna be out so bad, then get the hell out of my-!!
[*thock!*]
Ngh!? [Impact. Right on the back of his shoulder, now that it's slightly arched above Charlie's own. Blue chalk paffs against his skin, a tiny cloud of dusk blooming around the mark. Wha-?! How the fuck-?! He was focused on dodging!! He paid attention to his surroundings!! HE WOULD'VE AVOIDED THAT!! ... But for some reason, he can't drag that intent back to memory over the past minute. Charlie's voice was what he remembered instead. Take me there... break the rules... get punished... get shot. Why the hell is he remembering that instead?!
Bakugo hits the ground in a roll, the hand that had been grabbing Charlie's shirt instinctively cupping around the back of the man's head, protecting it as they pitch along the ground, Bakugo's shoulder and side taking the brunt of the impact.]