[Initially he angrily demanded everyone get sent back home to their worlds, no questions asked. You don't fucking kidnap people! But as he learned about the other Outsiders, Bakugo's opinion changed to returning being their choice. Whoever wanted to go could go. Those who wanted to stay, stayed. So long as it was their pick. Now coming back later... that's another topic.
With his back against the pole, the explosions propelling him backwards from the front, Bakugo uses his own body as the proverbial wedge. Shoving the pole up towards it rocky base, hoping the damn thing didn't snap in half (highly unlikely) along the way. Concrete grits and there's a growling sound as the entire broken slap rakes itself down the slope before falling into place. It's not a perfect fit, obviously, but the weight grinds it down into something that at least stabilizes, even though Bakugo has to quickly zip around to the other side and blast a rebound to avoid it falling over. One or two settling wobbles and the pole is back up amid a cloud of dust around its base.]
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With his back against the pole, the explosions propelling him backwards from the front, Bakugo uses his own body as the proverbial wedge. Shoving the pole up towards it rocky base, hoping the damn thing didn't snap in half (highly unlikely) along the way. Concrete grits and there's a growling sound as the entire broken slap rakes itself down the slope before falling into place. It's not a perfect fit, obviously, but the weight grinds it down into something that at least stabilizes, even though Bakugo has to quickly zip around to the other side and blast a rebound to avoid it falling over. One or two settling wobbles and the pole is back up amid a cloud of dust around its base.]