[He'd rather a coward. THE HELL DO YOU MEAN THAT DIDN'T COUNT?! Gravity's always at work! The axe blow didn't count either because GRAVITY! Dumbass. Chobe would be far from the first person to question whether Bakugo was a villain or a hero with his costume. Combined with his language and attitude, there was a point where even the media and general populace was asking if he was truly a hero. Hell, villains kidnapped him thinking he'd be easy to sway to their side because of his villainous persona. Has that made him change his attitude, costume, language, or anything else? ... NOPE! Results and actions are what matter.
Chobe with spiked wrist cuffs... not a bad mental image. Bakugo rebounds away from a clattering metal rung, catching onto the rooftop rim and dropping to his feet behind it. Clang! Clong! Back and forth, bounding between the narrow alley walls, down goes the zigzagged fire escape with its band of yelling thugs, folding as an accordion on its descent. If those had been real people, ew... But dammit, that means Chobe gets a whole fleet of points!
Bakugo abruptly blasts right past Chobe, one hand hauling back, the other one slinging forward. Sparks flare and KABWOOOM!! the entire alley way's engulfed in fire, heat, smoke, and enough concussive force to blow everything out of it. HE WANTS THOSE POINTS, DAMMIT!! But Chobe was inside the blast too. Yeah? It's because he trusts his partner's power and takes team up advantage of it.]
They made a bunch of fucking paint clones that pretended to be the real thing a few months ago. [Bakugo walks out of the smoke before facing off against a bunch of other thugs now surrounding him and Chobe. He could get rid of them, but the guy wants to see some non-explosive combat? Both hands raise and he prepares to take them on body only.] We don't even know if we're our real selves or some glorified copy.
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Chobe with spiked wrist cuffs... not a bad mental image. Bakugo rebounds away from a clattering metal rung, catching onto the rooftop rim and dropping to his feet behind it. Clang! Clong! Back and forth, bounding between the narrow alley walls, down goes the zigzagged fire escape with its band of yelling thugs, folding as an accordion on its descent. If those had been real people, ew... But dammit, that means Chobe gets a whole fleet of points!
Bakugo abruptly blasts right past Chobe, one hand hauling back, the other one slinging forward. Sparks flare and KABWOOOM!! the entire alley way's engulfed in fire, heat, smoke, and enough concussive force to blow everything out of it. HE WANTS THOSE POINTS, DAMMIT!! But Chobe was inside the blast too. Yeah? It's because he trusts his partner's power and takes team up advantage of it.]
They made a bunch of fucking paint clones that pretended to be the real thing a few months ago. [Bakugo walks out of the smoke before facing off against a bunch of other thugs now surrounding him and Chobe. He could get rid of them, but the guy wants to see some non-explosive combat? Both hands raise and he prepares to take them on body only.] We don't even know if we're our real selves or some glorified copy.