[Right. Chuck his arm back after ripping it off. Use it as a back scratcher or something. Not something Bakugo would likely do, as he'd rather blow it up or throw it away than let an enemy have it's "weapon" back. Has he ripped an arm off before? That's... debatable. He's blown people's Quirk-generated body parts off.]

I'm not gonna waste my time doing something half-assed. [He grew up competitive, perfectionist, driven, and more. Everything he did was praised by his friends, classmates, teachers, parents, neighbors, and he thrived on that feeling. Failure ended up an anathema, the wretched feeling of disappointment and criticism fueling a burning hatred for it. In everything, he wants to be great, the best! Hence, he takes it seriously. Melodramatic as hell. That's him.]

All my smiles are real, Bakami. [Bakugo puts a burst of speed in, when they approach the center, this time deliberately breaking rank with Yato and edging in front of him. He knows what Yato means; he's deliberately defying it.] If you really wanna beat me, you're gonna have to try a lot harder than that.