[Hopeful? Oh he's hopeful. Hopes they can rally together and somehow find the weakness this goddamn chicken possesses and exploit it into taking the fucking thing down or working out a compromise. Secondary intent is using his wish to force the peacock into a more consensual agreement. He used to want nothing less than its complete obliteration and everyone having their way back home flung wide. Until he slowly came to realize people preferred it here. For good reason. Still... Bakugo hates kidnappers.

Don't look down on him, dammit! Being unwilling to kill doesn't mean he's unable to fight! Knockouts, crippling, beat downs, he'll put these stupid dumbasses to the ground and grab his flawless victory! Bakugo's felt people crumple under his fist, a body slam against his leg, blasted someone through a wall, and more. He's mercilessly effective without being a killer. That's one of the main dangers of heroes. What would happen if one of them decided to say "fuck it" and really cut loose? No longer held back out of fear or morals. Asides from being no better than the villains they fight, how many villains would want to risk it, knowing death or maiming was actually on the line?

Bakugo twists around, skidding on his feet, just in time to see Chobe's vine crack against a thug's arm and steal his gun. HEY! Don't bitch at him for not going barehanded and then suddenly use your own powers, dammit! Shit, he's seen that look before. Eyes gleaming and grin spreading as new power settles in his hand. He had the same look when he got his Grenadier Bracers for the first time. A mental "Oh hell Yeah" drifts behind Chobe's expression. He turns back to his own battle, only to tense when a bullet zips past his head.] WATCH IT, ZOMBIE! I'M ON YOUR SIDE!!

[It wouldn't kill him if it hit, but he'd get a nice welt! Brat.] Che, no shit. They're useful, but not as exciting. And I'm not a fucking softie, dammit!