[ Yuji doesn't think it through much further than that: he leans in and bites his hand, hard enough to draw blood, then he's lifting his hand above his head and just... Making that blood explode in little pops. ]
If Bakugo hadn't already seen Yuji fight, plus Choso, and had experience with Denji's gore-fest of a fighting ability, he would've been weirded the hell out.
But this quickly triggers his memories of Choso's blood-based powers and his eyes narrow in obvious interest, looking from bloody bite to bursting blood balls.]
[Also? Bakugo leans in closer to watch Yuji's hand as the wound closes up. He has to study it for a second to realize it's healing rather than just suturing itself.]
That's one of them, yeah... I'm still not the best at using the technique, and when I got electrocuted it messed with some internal body stuff. That's what Megumi said.
[When Yuji looks at the three sweat drops carefully, he might be able to pick out a layering. Like how oil and water form separate layers, a small bead of liquid sits within a coating of liquid, normal sweat covering the nitroglycerine-like sweat.]
Yeah. So if I flick it onto or into something, and it finds a way to combust...
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[Their class missions ultimately ended up being going into war... twice.]
Dammit. I wanna be there to see you win.
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[ Yuji sighs, smiling fondly. ]
I'll come back and tell you when I win, okay? No matter what happens.
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[Ever the competitive. But an additional promise to return to Yuji as well.]
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[ Yuji shakes his head. But - hey! ]
Did I ever show you my technique? I don't remember much about the mission after getting beaten up.
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No. I didn't see you much after we split up at the lab.
[Somewhat glad for that, because Yuji's someone Bakugo definitely never wanted to see him getting turned into lizard food.]
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[ All grins, as if his new technique isn't a little fucked up. ]
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[Is this a question?! Bakugo's a secret Quirk (power) nerd!]
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[ Yuji doesn't think it through much further than that: he leans in and bites his hand, hard enough to draw blood, then he's lifting his hand above his head and just... Making that blood explode in little pops. ]
There it is!
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[Oh.
If Bakugo hadn't already seen Yuji fight, plus Choso, and had experience with Denji's gore-fest of a fighting ability, he would've been weirded the hell out.
But this quickly triggers his memories of Choso's blood-based powers and his eyes narrow in obvious interest, looking from bloody bite to bursting blood balls.]
Blood manipulation?
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[ His fingers flex, shifting, and the wound slowly heals itself, stitching back together as Yuji beams. ]
Cool, right?
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[Also? Bakugo leans in closer to watch Yuji's hand as the wound closes up. He has to study it for a second to realize it's healing rather than just suturing itself.]
That's not the implant, is it...
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[ Offering his hand out, he smiles a little. ]
Reverse Cursed Technique.
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Reverse Cursed Technique.
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[ HE'S STUPID BAKUGO... YOU GO FWOOSH AND FWOOP... ]
But I can heal myself, now.
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[It's better than going BLOOD BLOOP BWOOSH and he can kinda figure it out?]
... can you expel the healing implant?
[Curious.]
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[ The limitations of techniques. ]
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So that's one of the reasons you got all fucked up during the fight; this got short circuited.
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[ He just shrugs his shoulders. ]
I'm fine now, and I've learned that's a weakness.
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[Even he's willing to admit that. Not like most people handled getting electrocuted that well.]
I'll show you something new too. Hold your hand out.
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[ And, no hesitation, he holds his hand out. ]
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[Bakugo holds his hand over Yuji's. A few drops of sweat drip off his palm and land on the sorcerer's skin.]
I can coat my explosive sweat with normal sweat. That keeps it protected so something else can set it off later.
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[ But. Bad teacher. Leaning in, Yuji inspects the blood carefully. ]
So it would be like a grenade or something?
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[When Yuji looks at the three sweat drops carefully, he might be able to pick out a layering. Like how oil and water form separate layers, a small bead of liquid sits within a coating of liquid, normal sweat covering the nitroglycerine-like sweat.]
Yeah. So if I flick it onto or into something, and it finds a way to combust...
[Surprise explosion.]
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[ Yuji sighs, tilting his head. These things - techniques, quirks - are so awesome. Like a kamehameha or something.
… Does he give Bakugo the sweat back or- ]
I still wish I’d been born with something like this.
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[They all wish they could shoot a kamehameha...
Eeeh, better wipe that off or something. Though Bakugo pauses before he says.]
Oy. Try to coat those drops with your blood.
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i'm going to fight you "his ginger" MY HEART!! this thread!!
fight me! if he gets to say "his dandelion" then "his ginger" happens! damn onion ninja.
me vibrating all day at work to reply to this
spills it all over this tag