[No elbowing during a race! That's cheating! If he wants to get into a fight later, Bakugo will be happy to splatter the bastard all over the snow! Then lay him to rest in his own snow shrine. Perfect ending. Shut the door and walk the fuck off. Give an "dunno" whenever Hiyori comes asking about him later.
No one said they had to get in the water. All that was said was the first person to the other side is the winner! He can take that as he wishes. Not his fault the organizing extras didn't think outside the box. Everyone else followed his lead after, so apparently his way was deemed "the best" competitively. He rests his case.
Without a rope or tape or anything, it's naught but a rush of wind and spray of ice. Bakugo can't even tell who won, too intent on powering through the finish line to pay attention to micro-millimeters across from him. Scraping to a halt, he rounds on the guy with the flag, shouting at him to call a winner or use his fucking camera or why the hell was he using a flag instead of the camera to call the race and what kind of idiot waves a flag without being able to call a winner goddammit!!
Yoink! He's not able to scream at him more when Yato suddenly grabs his hand and hauls his arm up like a podium win. Ugh. Bastard. He was on a rampage a second ago!] I'll kick his fucking ass!
[He doesn't argue the lack of winner between them, despite his irritation. Mostly because Bakugo turns and knocks a skate in front of Yato's feet, catches him on the upper back and lower stomach with his hands, and summarily flips the god ass-over-kettle to WHAM! bury his spindly body up to his ankles in the fucking snowbank behind him. Amid the collective "OOoooo..." of the audience staring at them.
(Good thing it's deep.) Nar har har. Bakugo looks so proud and self-assured as he crouches down in front of the snowbank, arms crossed over his knees and a shit grin splattered all over his face.]]
Pull that bullshit in my room again, and I'll bury you in dirt next time.
[What, did Yato think he'd get away without revenge this whole time?]
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No one said they had to get in the water. All that was said was the first person to the other side is the winner! He can take that as he wishes. Not his fault the organizing extras didn't think outside the box. Everyone else followed his lead after, so apparently his way was deemed "the best" competitively. He rests his case.
Without a rope or tape or anything, it's naught but a rush of wind and spray of ice. Bakugo can't even tell who won, too intent on powering through the finish line to pay attention to micro-millimeters across from him. Scraping to a halt, he rounds on the guy with the flag, shouting at him to call a winner or use his fucking camera or why the hell was he using a flag instead of the camera to call the race and what kind of idiot waves a flag without being able to call a winner goddammit!!
Yoink! He's not able to scream at him more when Yato suddenly grabs his hand and hauls his arm up like a podium win. Ugh. Bastard. He was on a rampage a second ago!] I'll kick his fucking ass!
[He doesn't argue the lack of winner between them, despite his irritation. Mostly because Bakugo turns and knocks a skate in front of Yato's feet, catches him on the upper back and lower stomach with his hands, and summarily flips the god ass-over-kettle to WHAM! bury his spindly body up to his ankles in the fucking snowbank behind him. Amid the collective "OOoooo..." of the audience staring at them.
(Good thing it's deep.) Nar har har. Bakugo looks so proud and self-assured as he crouches down in front of the snowbank, arms crossed over his knees and a shit grin splattered all over his face.]]
Pull that bullshit in my room again, and I'll bury you in dirt next time.
[What, did Yato think he'd get away without revenge this whole time?]