[Even with the irritation and sparks clashing between them, Bakugo can see the wheels working in the blonde's head. Showing an explosion is almost instinctive to him, using his Quirk for intimidation, venting, and emphasis. But Graham's studying it like he's categorizing information and making assumptions. He's seen that kind of intent before. Midoriya had the same eyes.
What he plans to do with that information is something Bakugo doesn't really care about. Sitting in the middle of the common room huddled up and muttering to yourself like a psycho is going to weird out a lot of people!
He's very much aware of Graham's state. Post surgery aching, head in a whirl from the voice inside and the data across his vision. He was yelling the same shit the last time he showed up. Sucks he doesn't remember that; it'd make accepting this easier.
Instinct and reflex kick in the second that metal flashes in his eyes. Raspy waves of metal teeth snag above his elbow and Bakugo instantly slaps his other hand against the opposite side of his arm right as he bends it. Tendons relax, momentarily softening his muscles, and another explosion from the opposite hand blasts the wrench backwards in the split second gap. Not hard enough to throw the wrench back at Graham's head, but definitely enough to shove it off his own arm before the guy can wrench him.]
You're whining like a child. [Who's going to have sympathy for that? But he's also not yelling at him. So that's something. More looking down at him with a solemn, irritated expression.] Those bastards aren't going to let any of us go back until they're finished with us.
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What he plans to do with that information is something Bakugo doesn't really care about. Sitting in the middle of the common room huddled up and muttering to yourself like a psycho is going to weird out a lot of people!
He's very much aware of Graham's state. Post surgery aching, head in a whirl from the voice inside and the data across his vision. He was yelling the same shit the last time he showed up. Sucks he doesn't remember that; it'd make accepting this easier.
Instinct and reflex kick in the second that metal flashes in his eyes. Raspy waves of metal teeth snag above his elbow and Bakugo instantly slaps his other hand against the opposite side of his arm right as he bends it. Tendons relax, momentarily softening his muscles, and another explosion from the opposite hand blasts the wrench backwards in the split second gap. Not hard enough to throw the wrench back at Graham's head, but definitely enough to shove it off his own arm before the guy can wrench him.]
You're whining like a child. [Who's going to have sympathy for that? But he's also not yelling at him. So that's something. More looking down at him with a solemn, irritated expression.] Those bastards aren't going to let any of us go back until they're finished with us.