[....He actually hadn't thought about it at all, but like hell is he going to admit it. Listen, he's homeschooled, there are a lot of weird gaps in his knowledge.
And there's more important things to focus on, like snorting with amusement at Bakugo's insistence that he's a good kid.]
Got something against delinquents?
[No surprise that Dodger was one, but he never really had a choice in the matter. He was raised by a crime family, so of course he ended up where he is.
It's just an idle tease, though, while he nudges the door closed with his foot and teleports further into the room. Then he gestures for Bakugo to take the first move. The American beckoning sign at first, before he thinks better of it and swaps to the Japanese version.]
[If he's honest, Bakugo's far less concerned about a drink making his sweat less and far more irked the drink would impair his judgement and he'd do something stupid he normally wouldn't. People would see, they're remember, his flawless record and all-important image of reliable perfect strength would get chipped... and he can't accept that.
Dodger snorts at him and Bakugo instantly flips him off without bothering to look.]
I didn't wanna be one.
[That's all. Didn't matter if he acts like a punk and was a horrible bully with an abusive ego to go with it; his grades and skills, his power and results, were all completely indisputable no matter who gave him shit about how he acted. It felt fucking amazing to tell his naysayers to fight against fact.
The door closes and he swipes his jacket from his shoulders, tossing it overhead behind him to land on the console corner. Black sweats and a simple pair of dark tank top and boxer briefs are his choice of wear. As Dodger teleports, Bakugo rolls his shoulder and pulls an arm across his chest, stretching out for final measure.]
Tch. [Arrogant asshole. He instantly blitzes forward, coming in low with a powerful right hook swinging towards Dodger's head. But right before connecting, he opens his hand, unleashes a weaker but brilliant flash, bouncing his hand and body in a backwards twist.
One, to try and blind the American. Two, so his left hand, complete with momentum, can try crashing the real explosion into Dodger's side.]
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Date: 1/6/26 14:44 (UTC)[....He actually hadn't thought about it at all, but like hell is he going to admit it. Listen, he's homeschooled, there are a lot of weird gaps in his knowledge.
And there's more important things to focus on, like snorting with amusement at Bakugo's insistence that he's a good kid.]
Got something against delinquents?
[No surprise that Dodger was one, but he never really had a choice in the matter. He was raised by a crime family, so of course he ended up where he is.
It's just an idle tease, though, while he nudges the door closed with his foot and teleports further into the room. Then he gestures for Bakugo to take the first move. The American beckoning sign at first, before he thinks better of it and swaps to the Japanese version.]
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Date: 1/6/26 23:41 (UTC)[If he's honest, Bakugo's far less concerned about a drink making his sweat less and far more irked the drink would impair his judgement and he'd do something stupid he normally wouldn't. People would see, they're remember, his flawless record and all-important image of reliable perfect strength would get chipped... and he can't accept that.
Dodger snorts at him and Bakugo instantly flips him off without bothering to look.]
I didn't wanna be one.
[That's all. Didn't matter if he acts like a punk and was a horrible bully with an abusive ego to go with it; his grades and skills, his power and results, were all completely indisputable no matter who gave him shit about how he acted. It felt fucking amazing to tell his naysayers to fight against fact.
The door closes and he swipes his jacket from his shoulders, tossing it overhead behind him to land on the console corner. Black sweats and a simple pair of dark tank top and boxer briefs are his choice of wear. As Dodger teleports, Bakugo rolls his shoulder and pulls an arm across his chest, stretching out for final measure.]
Tch. [Arrogant asshole. He instantly blitzes forward, coming in low with a powerful right hook swinging towards Dodger's head. But right before connecting, he opens his hand, unleashes a weaker but brilliant flash, bouncing his hand and body in a backwards twist.
One, to try and blind the American. Two, so his left hand, complete with momentum, can try crashing the real explosion into Dodger's side.]