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Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight

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CHARACTER NAME

Katsuki Bakugō

CIVILIAN NAME

Shōri Bakudan

TEAM

EVERLIGHT 💥

HOUSING NUMBER

008

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[eyescar]

Right!

[ 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!

[blastedass]

Wha-?!

[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?

[eyescar]

Yeah! It's the same as Choso's, I picked it up when I went back home. I can also do this -

[ His fingers flex, shifting, and the wound slowly heals itself, stitching back together as Yuji beams. ]

Cool, right?

[blastedass]

He taught you?

[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...

[eyescar]

No way, Choso sucks at teaching.

[ Offering his hand out, he smiles a little. ]

Reverse Cursed Technique.

[blastedass]

[Bakugo takes Yuji's hand and inspects it, turning his hand over to look at the surface.]

Reverse Cursed Technique.

[eyescar]

Don't ask me to explain how it works...

[ HE'S STUPID BAKUGO... YOU GO FWOOSH AND FWOOP... ]

But I can heal myself, now.

[blastedass]

I'm not gonna ask you.

[It's better than going BLOOD BLOOP BWOOSH and he can kinda figure it out?]

... can you expel the healing implant?

[Curious.]

[eyescar]

No? I haven't tried to, but I wouldn't want to give it up. I can't use this technique on other people.

[ The limitations of techniques. ]

[blastedass]

[Well damn, don't he look like a proper tit now. Bakugo's just going to call it curiosity and leave that be that.]

So that's one of the reasons you got all fucked up during the fight; this got short circuited.

[eyescar]

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.

[ He just shrugs his shoulders. ]

I'm fine now, and I've learned that's a weakness.

[blastedass]

Everything has a weakness.

[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.

[eyescar]

Once I’ve learned more about blood manipulation it’ll making healing easier.

[ And, no hesitation, he holds his hand out. ]

[blastedass]

Hn? Cause you can make your blood go places to heal?

[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.

[eyescar]

Just like that. The more I understand how the blood works, the easier healing will be. Choso is trying to help me.

[ But. Bad teacher. Leaning in, Yuji inspects the blood carefully. ]

So it would be like a grenade or something?

[blastedass]

But he sucks at teaching.

[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.]

[eyescar]

That’s so cool…

[ 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.

[blastedass]

Aa. 20% of the people in my world aren't. They're Quirkless.

[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.

[eyescar]

That’s what I’d be, then. Unless there’s a quirk for eating weird things, but maybe that’s just me. That’s how I got this technique.

[ Tilting his head, Yuji tries to move his blood a little, to wrap around Bakugo’s sweat. It’s not easy, not on such a small level, and he’s peering at them, but… ]

I think I did it?

[blastedass]

You don't know what you'd be if you were born in my world. Sorcerers don't make up 80% of yours.

[Yuji could've been born with an amazing Quirk. Hell, he could've chalked his insane strength up to a Superpower Quirk rather than being Sukuna's sudden surprise womb-consumed twin brother's reincarnated soul's solo son sexperiment.

Bakugo watches Yuji work, leaning in close to see the blood working around the droplets. There's obviously an attempt to mix, liquid to liquid, but blood's thicker than water after all.

If anything, it's good training.]

Almost.

[eyescar]

That's true...

[ He really is concentrating, though! It's hard, trying to control it like this when he's still half-learning, his education blasted into him over a few weeks. He's doing what he can to make sure that he doesn't end up ruining the sweat, as if that's a problem.

Eventually, he almost pouts. ]

Choso-nii would be able to do this.

[blastedass]

[Bakugo keeps his hand under Yuji's to give him the support while the guy works. Watching Yuji focus on his work just once more reminds the blonde of how sincere and honest the sorcerer is. He really gives his all to things, no matter how large or small. A pure guy. It's admirable.

The pouted comment earns a brief snort.]

You're not Choso.

[He eyes the sweat drops and blood beads.]

If covering them is difficult, try to mix them instead.

[Approach from another angle.]

[eyescar]

I'm still learning how to do this properly. I wish Noritoshi-senpai was here.

[ Since he's the expert and all... Yuji leans forward, staring at the liquids with an intensity that would rival brain surgery, before he gives up and does what Bakugo tells him to.

It's easier to merge them than cover a liquid with another. Maybe if he used more blood... ]

Like this?

[blastedass]

Who?

[Bakugo has yet to tell Yuji that his last interaction with Nanami was "teaching" the man how to apply his cursed energy and Ratio technique in a different manner than the sorcerer had thought possible. Mostly it was angry argument and finally some grumpy encouraging, but... Bakugo doesn't want to bring that ache back to Yuji's chest.

But he feels confident enough in teaching like his own teachers in U.A. Teachers who had to deal with a classroom of 20 different and diverse Quirks who all have to get the same teaching without specialized courses tailored to individual Quirks. Hence goals to strive for and results to present, but allowing the students to approach them in their own way. With encouraging help and prodding instruction along the route.

As the blood mixes with the water, Bakugo cracks a genuine, if small, smile at seeing his friend's progress.]

Heh, you did it. Now see if you can lift it.

[If the blood and water are incorporated enough, Yuji should be able to, in theory, carry Bakugo's sweat in Yuji's blood.]

[eyescar]

A guy at the Kyoto school. Blood manipulation was his inherited technique, so he was teaching me some things.

[ Since... Choso.

Reminders of Nanami weren't the worst thing, but it still leaves a sore ache inside of Yuji: knowing that the man he cared for so deeply has gone back to death is enough to have him feeling embittered and unsure, especially with how their last conversation went. It could be worse, it could've been better, but either way it has left a void in him that's hard to fill. His Nanamin is a presence that cannot be replaced.

It's interesting, having someone who doesn't know the technique try and help him. To try and push him to understand how it works. To think outside the box.

Nodding, he shifts, adjusting his stance as he focuses. Moving the blood is easier, even if it's a touch more diluted, and he lifts it easily enough. ]

I got it!