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"It would be bad if you hit your head."
He thinks he's better than me! I'm better than YOU, you piece of shit!
"DON'T YOU DARE LOOK DOWN ON ME FUCKER!
CRACK
"OH mY GOd You KilLed HIm"
The tag-a-longs flee screaming.
Oh god, I didn't mean to ignite.
There's so much blood. WHERE'S HIS FACE IS THAT HIS BRAIN!
"IZUKU I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN IT! WAKE UP, PLEASE!"
"PLEASE WAKE UP! I'll DO ANYTHING, PLEASE I'LL BE NICE, WE CAN BE FRIENDS AGAIN REAL FRIENDS! I'LL NEVER BE MEAN AGAIN I PROMISE!"
Bakugou is so busy crying on the chest of the boy he has been tormenting for a year that he doesn't notice that the blood's color is getting a little too bright to be blood colored anymore he also doesn't notice that the "Blood" is slowly turning into flesh. At this point bakugou is sobbing wordlessly too hard into a dead child's chest to notice much of anything like the scales running down the arms of the corpse, or that you can no longer see inside of the boy's skull and after a few minutes-
"Kaachan 'm tired"
"IZUKU!"
"oww not s' loud"
Bakugo is too busy hugging the boy to care much about the blood getting on him
"Kaachan, why is the river red?"
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