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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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[saudadist]

Sharp, ridiculously fast...but they're also very precise. Down to the cellular level, even.

[ She finishes off the last of her tteokbokki, a thoughtful hum coming from deep in her throat. ]

Looking for a demonstration?

[blastedass]

So you can't use them like octopus tentacles.

[Meaning picking up a knife or handling a head of cabbage.]

You already cooked.

[saudadist]

I can do whatever I want with them. Anything you can think to do with your hands and even more.

[ She points to her head, right at her temple, and her vectors reach over to pick up her plate, even moving the chopsticks a couple times as if she had them between her real fingers. ]

I could even probably cinch off a potential hemorrhage in your brain if you felt particularly stressed.

[blastedass]

Then why the hell do you always start and stop with the violent, offensive aspects, rather than focus on everything you can do with them?

[He's noticed that both times he's spoken to her about the vectors. Even now, she started and stopped with slicing, never once talking about potential uses that didn't involve dismemberment.]

[saudadist]

[ Rather than answer, she goes quiet. Deathly quiet, her eyes staring through him, as if she's a million miles away. Only when she blinks and looks back down at her plate does she seem to come back from...wherever she was. ]

I'm not gonna bore you with sob stories. Only found a positive use for them right before I died.

[ She stands up slowly and cleans up her dishware, leaving no speck of sauce or crumbs behind. ]

Satisfied?

[blastedass]

[There's no flinching, retreat, or averted gaze from Bakugo. His red eyes remain on hers without moving, waiting for an answer despite the silence preparing him for something less than positive in response.

The answer's unexpected. He didn't expect Kaede to be one of the "I'm dead back home" crowd.

But thanks for not boring him with sob stories. Bakugo rises to clear his own place. He's not one to leave his stuff for others to clean up.]

You have a lot of opportunity to use them positively now. Focus on that and it'll get easier.

[He speaks in a way that suggests there's some familiarity with this kind of thing in his past.]

[saudadist]

[ Inside, she doesn't believe that. She doesn't want to. Her power is innately destructive even if she found a last minute healing skill with it. A power that ate her alive when overused.

Her left hand twitches at the memory. But, after that surgery, that shouldn't happen again. It won't. It can't. Instead, she can use that healing skill to try and make herself better.

The longer the focus is on her, the more she starts to itch. ]

Hmmmm? Awfully muted of you. I expected "get better or die, Pinky" or something.

[blastedass]

[Even innately destructive power can be used for good. Look at Bakugo. He creates explosions with the sweat from his palms. A Quirk that is purely destructive on the surface. It could kill easily.

And yet he uses it to be a hero.

The limits and applications of someone's power lie on them alone. That's what he believes. Anything else is an excuse because someone's too scared, too weak, or too lazy to try otherwise.

But that's her problem. Until she opens up about it more, and then Bakugo will tell her off.]

You already did. Now you can keep going that direction. [The getting better part. His expression flattens in a scowl.] Just don't fucking die again.

[There's more she can do here.]

[saudadist]

[ Yeah. Moving forward. Going as far forward as her feet will carry her. Until she's an old granny in a house by the sea.

His order is still surprising. Enough so that she's not really sure what to say before she scoffs out a laugh. ]

Wasn't planning on it.

[ And provided he doesn't have anything to say about it, she'll swipe those dirty dishes of his too on her way to the cafeteria sink. ]

I mean, we've still got a bet going. Can't just leave that hanging.

[blastedass]

[Whatever will keep her going. That little noise earns her a slight glare from the side, but Bakugo doesn't offer anything further. Yeah no, he's gonna do his own dishes, thanks. She cooked.]

Good.

[He knows a few people who seem to have a damn death wish by their very nature.]

The one you're gonna lose?

[saudadist]

[ So bristly. But then, she can't really judge. She is too, to put it mildly. ]

We'll see. I've got some kaiju recipes I want you to try so I'll be gunning for the prize.

[blastedass]

[The bristles come from reasons. They both have them. Bakugo finishes up his dishes and sets them in the drying rack near the sink.]

Haa?! I'm not gonna be your guinea pig! Test them on someone else and then give me something good!

[saudadist]

[ She's putting her vectors to good use while there in the kitchen, at least. Her dishes pretty much wash themselves while she leans against the counter. ]

Oh yeah? What if my guinea pigs don't like anything you like and give me the wrong feedback? Then you'd hate it no matter what.

[blastedass]

[Bakugo's paying silent attention to the way she handles the dishes like that, noting the precision it takes and the lack of damage. Didn't think it was purely offensive, huh.]

How the hell are they gonna give you the "wrong" feedback if they like it?

[saudadist]

They might tell me I used too much sauce or spice when it turns out I didn't.

Duh.

[blastedass]

That's why you stick to the recipe. Most of them have been tested before.

Duh.

[saudadist]

If I'm cooking food I want you to like, why would I care what another person's opinion of it is?

[ It doesn't strike her what that must sound like until she says it, and her mouth screws up a bit at one corner. Shit. ]

[blastedass]

Huh?

[ ... where the hell did that come from? Even if he gets what she's saying. Surely there are other palates she's got to tempt as well. She doesn't just have to cook for him!

But yeah, she's not wrong about wanting to make someone he'd like needing him to vouch the results are good. Bakugo gives her a look. ]

If they say it's good, spice it up hotter and I'll try it.

[saudadist]

[ Surely if she grinds the pad of her thumb against her forehead, that'll banish the flub from her memory. ]

Sure. Ghost pepper smoothie it is.

[blastedass]

[Yeah, that's not going to go away any time soon. Bakugo's going to remember that. Makes him wonder about a few things... (You missed Valentine's Day, Kaede.)

He snorts at the comment.]

I didn't tell you to stop using your damn brain.

[saudadist]

[ don't come at her okay, her chocolates got fucked up for the most part...the molds make for cute ice cubes tho so whatever igss ]

Anyway...thanks for the advice.

[blastedass]

[She could've asked for help and gotten the rudest teacher, who's also annoyingly adept in the kitchen.]

Hmph. You're not an idiot. Make what you wanna make.

[Though he still recommends using a recipe until she's more skilled.]

[saudadist]

[ well then he'd have just gotten the burnt ones on principle of being rude ]

That's the plan.

[ With dishes washed, she should probably find something to do until her shift later. Or meander.

Ah, but that raises a good point. One that stops her right as she's taking a step away from the counter. ]

Oh... [ She puts her foot back down on the ground, but her arms stay folded across her chest as she glances over. ] Heard it's your day soon. You can get something nice at Hanabi if you feel like it.

[blastedass]

[SHE WOULDN'T BE BURNING THEM IF HE WAS THERE INSTRUCTING HER!! Jeeze...]

Huh?

[Bakugo pulls a bottle of water out of the fridge and twists the cap off with a snap, then looks at her as he puts the bottle to his mouth.

An ashen brow goes up. His day? What- oh fucking hell!]

Who the fuck said that?!

[saudadist]

[ Ah, was that a secret? Oh dear. She pointedly doesn't look at him while answering as if in a daze. ]

The wind delivered a secret to me.

[ yeah because that's convincing ]