[Some people just don't know when to give up until the targets are completely out of bounds and illegal. Like beating someone up at the end of a match when they're obviously defeated. Bakugo's not about to give those bastards the satisfaction of kicking him while he's down. If it means Charlie gets another blast from behind, too fucking bad for him.]
I'm getting us out of the fucking field now, you idiot! [If he's not going to somehow help with that, shut the fuck up and let him do his work! That damn grip on his shoulder isn't helping matters either, almost bruising despite the strength of his muscle there.
Bakugo quickly ducks them down to avoid a few more and then heads towards the depression in the ground that ultimately drops them into the underground bunker that serves as the locker rooms. Other people are already there, some cleaning up, some preparing to go out, some dealing with the affects of the chalk... great.
At least Charlie's not crushing his shoulder anymore. Just trying to rip his shirt apart. And his slowly-clouding brain isn't exactly against that. Bakugo growls when the other man cups at his nape, rubbing his skin and sending a rush of sensation curling down the blonde's spine. Fuck... it feels good. His neck, shoulders, arms, and upper back are pretty good areas to massage him, considering those areas take the brunt of his Quirk's recoil.]
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I'm getting us out of the fucking field now, you idiot! [If he's not going to somehow help with that, shut the fuck up and let him do his work! That damn grip on his shoulder isn't helping matters either, almost bruising despite the strength of his muscle there.
Bakugo quickly ducks them down to avoid a few more and then heads towards the depression in the ground that ultimately drops them into the underground bunker that serves as the locker rooms. Other people are already there, some cleaning up, some preparing to go out, some dealing with the affects of the chalk... great.
At least Charlie's not crushing his shoulder anymore. Just trying to rip his shirt apart. And his slowly-clouding brain isn't exactly against that. Bakugo growls when the other man cups at his nape, rubbing his skin and sending a rush of sensation curling down the blonde's spine. Fuck... it feels good. His neck, shoulders, arms, and upper back are pretty good areas to massage him, considering those areas take the brunt of his Quirk's recoil.]
I'm gonna dump you in a fucking shower...