The first few weeks of his life in this world had been filled with anguish. The memories of his past, his death, was an intoxicating fume that he breathed nightly. He couldn't really eat properly. Beneath his masses of striped, cream fur was the frame of his skeleton protruding from his pale, sheltered skin. He remembers how much it hurt but he couldn't dare to bring himself to move on. Instead he watched on in jealousy of everyone and everything. They all just dealt and continued life as though nothing had happened, breathed in this world's atmosphere like they were natives. This place formed into their homeland. But the only air he wished to breathe was the scent of embers from what looked like a war, illuminated through the misty fog of recollection to sting at the pain of loss. Nowadays, it seems that Bakugou has gotten over the past. It still feels awkward for him to interact with Kirishima but some days he'll wake up and think his human life had all been a dream. It was like this world was seeping away all those times, the precious moments, the accomplishments he had made. Sometimes he wakes up unnecessarily angry because he blames this world for trying to make him forget. To move on, to remember. It seems as if they simply cannot coexist.

Anything that reminds him of the days that once were makes him very...very angry. His eyes widen in fury, ablaze like the crackling of a blacksmith's hearst when he hears a creature's voice, nostrils flaring a jet of blackened smoke. He's been so caught up with the sight of a pointless war that he hadn't realised the sound of feet landing close to him. Tsuyu...that batshit crazy bitch. The male growls, seeing no interest in engaging the fem vocally. He can't forgive her, he won't forgive her. He'll hold a grudge against her for all eternity, for every life he must relive, in whatever universe he may encounter next. At her attack, Bakugou tries to quickly sidestep but, from the speed at which it came from, his fire elementals took over on instinct. A wall of flame is raised in front of him, as though trying to block the attack from sheer heat and burning alone. It might not hit Tsuyu on her arrival to bitch-slapping his face, but at least there will be the fire to deal with. Besides, there was his exceptionally high body temperature the fem would have to deal with. It hurt to touch him for any longer than second because usually by then the sensation of heat would be felt.

Next was Bakugou's own attack. He heaves in a breath, lighting up the coals of his stomach and allowing his body heat to collect within his base. The energy begins to focus at a single point, concentrated with a searing centre as he holds his fire for a moment. When the time was right, heat beginning to bake the walls of his lungs, Bakugou unleashes a jet of flames through his mouth towards Tsuyu, not particularly caring if it hurt anyone else or thinking of the consequences of unleashing such a difficult to control attack which seemed to almost 'flood' the environment around him.

[ engaging with [member=1262]TSUYU.[/member] ]

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