@EruptiveVictory He could offer a rebuttal. He has more than enough examples of Bakugo losing his temper, but he decided against it. โI'm still coming alongโ he muttered while walking along like when they were kids. Baku couldn't shake Deku no matter what.
โA fake head? Well it was very concerning. You couldnโt have given me a heads up before you pulled that little stunt of yours?โ
The irony of what he said wasn't lost on him. He sighed hoping Kacchan wouldn't point that out.
@IzuSymbolOfHope ๐ฅ โค
Looking up at him, I blinked, seeing how trouble he looked.
โI got someone to make a fake head, you know with some quirks out there, anything is possible.โ Shrugs, crimson orbs locking with emerald, amused.
A life of purpose without choice is that of a tool
There is so much I need to learn, but more I'd like to forget
I thought the choices I made would make me a fool
But of my past, I'll never regret
#MHA#MHARP#BNHA#SFW#RP#SFWRP
@EruptiveVictory โFirst time for everythingโ he teased. โI'm just so glad they listen unlike usโ he laughed a little. โYou know if I needed you to do that you can't just come in my classroom and blast them right?โ joking of course
Katsuki should know Izuku wasn't exactly the best on his feet (apart from fighting). One push and he trips over himself. That's how he ended up where he did.
Once they reached their booth, Deku sat down and watched Bakugo take his seat across from him.
@IzuSymbolOfHope ๐ฅ โค
Of course he would end up knocking into someone, this nerd. Even though I had pushed him, how did he end up to the side and into someone?
Following the other towards the back of the restaurant, by the window where it was more private.
Was it selfish? Yes. But he worked so hard to make the quirk his own and to save people with it. He was gone and nowhere to be seen. Neither one of them won this fight, but this was far from over.
He thought nothing of it, viewing them as just another disgruntled villain. The grimace on their face and the disgust in their voice were entirely expected; no villain is cheerful about being defeated. Baku was, to say the least, aggravated.
โ
โ I donโt need any help, ๐ค๐ข๐. โ
their gaze narrowed, their
expression painted with a firm
grimace as the hero encroached
on their personal space. their
fingers curling into fists behindโ
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Rather than sticking around, he got right out of there. Worse than seeing those he cared about being dead was the sensation of losing his quirk and his dream.