[He knows of one, but now this is a second, or was it the third? And was it really death or just a blip on the proverbial radar? Bakugo still holds to Yuji's goodness and refuses to agree with anyone who thinks the guy should die. If anything, it was the other people's fault for fucking with the finger in the first place, which then got Yuji involved.
Anyways, no point in bitching over shit that can't change. He has enough villains trying to point fingers back home rather than taking responsibility for their own fucked-up decisions.
Bakugo leans against the wall beside Yuji, resting his head to the cool stone behind him.
He ate... six of them. The fingers? No wait, that was 15ish. So these had to be... oh, the Death Paintings. Right. Accept it and go forward. He's picturing Yuji chewing on a literal painting of Death like a hamster. Gilded frame, oil painted canvas, backing, all of it. With a glass of water.]
It's like someone switched brains with you, used their techniques for a long ass time, and then swapped back. You'd initially know shit about the technique, but your body's used to the motions.
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[He knows of one, but now this is a second, or was it the third? And was it really death or just a blip on the proverbial radar? Bakugo still holds to Yuji's goodness and refuses to agree with anyone who thinks the guy should die. If anything, it was the other people's fault for fucking with the finger in the first place, which then got Yuji involved.
Anyways, no point in bitching over shit that can't change. He has enough villains trying to point fingers back home rather than taking responsibility for their own fucked-up decisions.
Bakugo leans against the wall beside Yuji, resting his head to the cool stone behind him.
He ate... six of them. The fingers? No wait, that was 15ish. So these had to be... oh, the Death Paintings. Right. Accept it and go forward. He's picturing Yuji chewing on a literal painting of Death like a hamster. Gilded frame, oil painted canvas, backing, all of it. With a glass of water.]
It's like someone switched brains with you, used their techniques for a long ass time, and then swapped back. You'd initially know shit about the technique, but your body's used to the motions.