[ heroes aren't taught police procedure. they're brought up as engines with a two-fold goal: fight villains, save people. crimes that require investigation, mysteries that need to be unfolded or puzzles that need to be solved go to the rank-and-file of the mundane world. the fact that right now, Juno is forcing him to do legwork that he doesn't see the point of, that he wasn't raised to understand rankles at him. like a little sharp thing, digging up into his ribs -- telling him: look how much smarter he is, look at how well-prepared he is, he has the upper hand here.
for a boy like Bakugo, it's a slow, ugly chokehold. ] Who the fuck do you think I am.
[ he stops in the doorway, heedless of how sarcastically the lady is holding the door for him; glances back, over his shoulder. his mind is a simmering thing, ready to boil over at the slightest provocation and his resentment of Juno Steel is a vibrant, raw creature unto itself. there's a root to it, somewhere in the depths of his mental chaos. some internalized reason he can handle Juno when he's angry, but not when he's condescending. or when Bakugo perceives him as being condescending, to be fair. which. is how he views most people. ]
My job's to save people and stop bad guys and I haven't forgotten that, just 'cause I got you living in the back of my brain with your baggage. I know what I'm doing -- I'm not a cop, I'm a Hero. [ lbh you should always be worried about Bakugo, but he's just radiating a non-verbal dare: question him again on his intentions, pal ]
He'll talk. No need to play games like children.
[ he's a little too close for comfort, maybe, when he lifts a clenched fist - unfurling his fingers to display several small bursts of flame and force. ]
-- you didn't have to ask. [ out the door, into the hall. he barely looks back, slouching further and further from Juno as he makes for the door instead of facing him down. the ( thrum; hiss; static bright ) sensation of a dull ache, somewhere centered around his heart drifting back towards his ( stupid; stupid; stupid ) mission partner. ]
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for a boy like Bakugo, it's a slow, ugly chokehold. ] Who the fuck do you think I am.
[ he stops in the doorway, heedless of how sarcastically the lady is holding the door for him; glances back, over his shoulder. his mind is a simmering thing, ready to boil over at the slightest provocation and his resentment of Juno Steel is a vibrant, raw creature unto itself. there's a root to it, somewhere in the depths of his mental chaos. some internalized reason he can handle Juno when he's angry, but not when he's condescending. or when Bakugo perceives him as being condescending, to be fair. which. is how he views most people. ]
My job's to save people and stop bad guys and I haven't forgotten that, just 'cause I got you living in the back of my brain with your baggage. I know what I'm doing -- I'm not a cop, I'm a Hero. [ lbh you should always be worried about Bakugo, but he's just radiating a non-verbal dare: question him again on his intentions, pal ]
He'll talk. No need to play games like children.
[ he's a little too close for comfort, maybe, when he lifts a clenched fist - unfurling his fingers to display several small bursts of flame and force. ]
-- you didn't have to ask. [ out the door, into the hall. he barely looks back, slouching further and further from Juno as he makes for the door instead of facing him down. the ( thrum; hiss; static bright ) sensation of a dull ache, somewhere centered around his heart drifting back towards his ( stupid; stupid; stupid ) mission partner. ]