He's never really been a pal of the ocean. They shared qualities alike such as their distaste in being commanded around and contained, but they were also different being that water flowed and Bakugou just voluntarily smashed into everything in his path. Despite this, most days Bakugou would come to simply stop and stare at the ocean at least three times in twenty-four hours. There's no reason for it but he just does it, maybe it is to pass the time or maybe it is because he's at loss for what to do, as if looking for answers in the foaming tides. In fact, it had been within one of those moments that in the corner of his scarlet gaze that he noticed the water being commanded and controlled, lifted up by none other than a feline. He blinked, immediately threatened by the raw power before him. He had fire elementals himself but for someone to be able to bring the ocean to a halt made him immediately feel inferior. He avoided growling though (look, character progress) but his eyes still shot bitter daggers towards Junji, not caring that the male had just survived a drowning.

"Ah, how convenient," he drawls in a grumble, looking at the male with vexation. He doesn't really care about the injuries dappled along the tom's body - that, of course, was something Caesar had already addressed. Bakugou merely snorted then huffed in his own found amusement, "Wonderful. We have a fuckin' fire brigade now."

Had he known that Junji actually thought he was related to the likes of anyone, he would have spat at the feline a splutter of embers. Yet the words of the tom still came at the ragdoll's surprise, ears perking and eyes widening in mere disbelief. The only connection he saw was their ability to manipulate fire and...well, maybe their unpleasant attitude, but Bakugou was willing to believe that Junji wasn't being serious. Perhaps this male just didn't know how to sound sarcastic and of course, the tabby didn't once bother to consider Junji's genuine curiosity. Besides, Bakugou hardly knew the demon - he didn't even know his name and was merely aware that he happened to exist and wasn't exactly the Typhoon's favourite male to ask for emotional support. Instead, his appearance blew up like it always did, hairs raising across his body until he resembled that of an electrocuted feline. His eyes were aflame, cheeks hot. "RELATED? Y'FUCKIN' KIDDIN' ME?" He roars at the waterbender but lets his anger quickly subside, clamping his teeth together so hard and fast that one should hear the crisp cut of air from the sheer force of his jaws meeting. His nostrils, however, were still flaring black smoke after effects. It indicated he still wasn't quite happy with Junji and was only attempting to control his temper.

Bakugou himself knew that his ability to control his fire hadn't been perfected. He was too angry that much of his energy became drained by his increasing body heat. When the time finally came, his flames were normally weak. If the ragdoll simply stopped to control his emotions, release his anger through flames rather than let it appear in strange ways, mastering his elemental ability wouldn't quite be so hard. But for now, no, Junji's comment about having only just learnt to move the waves didn't assure him. He then raises a figurative brow. Junji wasn't as weird as some of the names he'd heard so he accepted it pretty easily. "Bakugou," he replies with a low rumble. He had yet to notice that his lip was raised in a snarl, indicating his reluctance to act all buddy-buddy with Junji just yet.