[ Bakugo isn't sure why he thought the questions would stay surface level, external, but that delusion's been firmly shattered just two questions in. He stiffens slightly in his seat as text flashes across the magitek.
He waits a few seconds for Bortz to take the initiative, and when it seems like he won't — Bakugo hesitates, second guessing his answer. He knows what others would say. Arrogant, violent, too competitive. But the question's for him, not them. ]
I'm too weak. [ Weak enough to get captured, weak enough to need help. There's an embarrassed edge to his clipped tone, and he's quick to turn the question back on his partner. ] Answer the damn thing, already.
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He waits a few seconds for Bortz to take the initiative, and when it seems like he won't — Bakugo hesitates, second guessing his answer. He knows what others would say. Arrogant, violent, too competitive. But the question's for him, not them. ]
I'm too weak. [ Weak enough to get captured, weak enough to need help. There's an embarrassed edge to his clipped tone, and he's quick to turn the question back on his partner. ] Answer the damn thing, already.