Attleton-Colosseum--Locked to Bakugou, Aizawa-sensei. Open to spectators...

[light_of_willpower]

Attleton Colosseum--a few hours after this thread.

The Colosseum was still not his favorite place--but this time Trunks was able to put the cheering crowds and atmosphere out of his mind. Mostly because as much as he wasn't impressed, he did know he shouldn't make stupid mistakes--like being cocky. Normally he wasn't nearly so childish anyways, but Bakugou just used up all his patience--especially when he threatened his friends.

Never mind they were probably idle-threats... Trunks has lost too many friends and too many others. Not that he would do much, beyond knocking the kid out if it came to that.

So as soon as Bakugo gave him a time, Trunks was headed to the colosseum and ready.

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[azure_dragon]

[Daiki is taking a break from teacher stuff to watch this. He's sitting up about midway in the stands, chin in his hand.]

[hot_handed]

[It had taken Bakugo a few hours to make sure he could sneak out of the apartment. As soon as he was free, he had wasted no time. It was a stupid idea, and the chances of Aizawa finding out and managing to locate him were high, but he was just so angry and he needed to get his aggression out somehow.

Still, it would be best if he did this quickly. Entering the Colosseum in his hero costume, he wore a tense scowl rather than his usual cocky smirk.]

Let's make this quick.

[light_of_willpower]

[Whereas Trunks is there in tank-top and combat-pants, and no sword. Because this wasn't a situation where he wanted to kill the other. There was no need, but damn if he wasn't annoyed and angry too.

If Bakugou is tense, Trunks is calm--eyes narrowed, stance loose and ready, watching the other. Studying.]

Last chance--you sure you want to do this?

[Because the lack of cocky-smirk is telling, but Trunks doesn't know this kid enough to know if it's because the other is nervous, or is actually serious.]

[hot_handed]

[He cocks his head to the side, trying to stretch his tense neck muscles. It doesn't really work, but whatever. His voice is still hoarse from earlier, so he tries to mask it with a growl.]

Stop stalling. I'll murder that smug look off your face.

[That's all the warning Trunks receives before Bakugo is flying at him and aims both hands out to create a devastating explosion in his direction.]

[light_of_willpower]

[What smug look? Unlike earlier, Trunks' expression is completely neutral this time. The explosion is impressive compared to what Trunks had seen in the Haunted House, he'll give the kid that. Planting himself, his aura flares--hair spiking up gold and eyes green, straight into the base super-saiyan form.

Hands up in turn, small blasts of ki meeting the explosion to help diffuse it.]

[hot_handed]

[No one said Bakugo always viewed the world realistically. The change in appearance does surprise him, but it doesn't impress him.

In fact, Trunks' ability in diffusing his explosion just frustrates him more. He glares at him, trying to gauge how much effort it takes Trunks to block his explosions, using more of his stored up nitroglycerin to build up on the explosion he's already creating.]

[light_of_willpower]

[Not as much as Bakugo'd hope probably. Trunks puts some more energy into his ki blast, and uses that as a smoke-screen of sorts. Letting the aura around him shield him and charging through the blasts to try and slug Bakugo in the gut.]

[hot_handed]

[As soon as Bakugo's visibility goes down, his guard goes up. Whatever the hell Trunks is using to block his attack isn't easing up, nor does he smell blood. He notices his fist at the last second and stops his attack, flipping back in the air and keeping his eyes on Trunks while the smoke clears.]

[light_of_willpower]

[Oh you want to take this to the air? That's doable, Trunks following Bakugo up and moving to close for hand-to-hand again. There's nothing to indicate how he's flying either, except that same hint of golden-aura around him that's been present since his hair spiked up.

He's moving to hit hard and hit fast, and take Bakugo back down to the ground.]

[Video]---SATOU (Pink-Cheeks)

[light_of_willpower]

[So this call would actually come from Bakugo's phone, as Trunks doesn't have Satou's number. He's...guessing this is the right person, based on the nickname. Hopefully.]

So, I owe you an apology--I usually know better than to get into it with someone whose pride is blinding them. Maybe I'll apologize to him too, sometime. We're at the colosseum though, and Bakugo does not know when to quit, even when he's hurting himself. His arms are all bruised, but he's knocked out and not going to hurt himself any more for now.

[video]

[priceofmagic]

[Well, that... Where does she even start? From thinking Katsuki lost his phone to realizing he lost his temper. Then feeling kind of betrayed that even after they cried on the floor together, he went and did this.

She opens her mouth

closes it

then sighs.]

... Okay! I'm on my way, um! [She begins looking around for a first aid kit.] Oh, gosh. Is Dante-san there? Did he end up coming by?

Re: [video]

[light_of_willpower]

No. I'm pretty sure Bakugo didn't want anyone knowing about this, considering he tried to keep it private.

[A hand comes up, pinching the bridge of his nose.]

Usually, I know better...but my patience has been gone with him since the Haunted House. You seem to handle him best, so...I'd like to talk sometime, if that's okay. Since I have some more insight into him now. I'd rather not do this again.

[priceofmagic]

Auu?? Haunted House? Wh-What happened-- No, don't say.

[She is wound up enough!

With her first aid kit in hand, Satou takes off to the Colosseum. At least until he's feeling better, she decides not to get on anyone's case about this fight.]

Mm, we can definitely talk. Ah! Did he hurt you? Are you okay, sir?

[light_of_willpower]

[There's a head-shake in negative.]

I've dealt with far worse than him. I also did my best to not hurt him, beyond the knock out and blocking his explosions. Tried talking, and finally walking away, when I started to recognize what his issue is.

My name is Trunks. I'm a part-timer at Torchwood, and was on hand to help in case of any trouble at the Haunted House.

[priceofmagic]

Ah... Torchwood. Mm, Rose-san works there...

[She quickens her pace. Even if he says that he isn't hurt, she figures a once look-over can't make it worse. Satou is quickly approaching the Attleton archway, though exhausted from all of the running around she's had to do today.]

I'm Kuroneko, Satou! Volunteer Deputy in Attleton and Detective in Everglade. Auu, of all days not to be volunteering..!

[light_of_willpower]

I'm sorry to trouble you then, Ms.

[Was it Kuroneko or Satou? Guessing here.]

...Kuroneko. And to make you come all the way out here. If I wasn't worried about him waking up and losing his temper, I'd offer to bring him to you. And again--some of this is my fault, as I do usually have a better rein on myself too. I shouldn't have taken the bait.

[A definite sigh there, hand reaching up to brush through his bangs.]

He reminds me a lot of someone else who's also good at getting under my skin...

[priceofmagic]

Ah, no... No trouble. He has that effect on people.

[And she is glad to have a chance to help Katsuki, even if it's in these circumstances. Her poor friend really is going to be grouchy when he finds out he got his butt kicked and then his mom friend was called. Oops.]

I appreciate the apology, though. Katsuki-san has an amazing power and I feel as if it has gotten him through his life so far. When people take the bait and take to him with their fists, or by challenging his strength verbally, they just reinforce to him that strength solves problems.

So I'd appreciate an effort not to encourage this anymore.

Front row seat of course!

[riddlemehiss]

[Spectator]

[waitingforhope]

[It was through word of mouth that Mai heard about the fight.]

[Not all the details. Mainly it's arrangement, and the names of the participants. One whom she didn't know, but that alone wasn't cause for worry. Trunks was strong enough that she trusted him to take on an opponent whom he could either defeat, or whom he was facing in an attempt to get stronger. That was the Saiyan way, after all.]

[She watched the match in its entirety. Not once flinching. In fact...her expression hardly changed. Eyes following the movement with surprising ease; the fact that she could see almost every blow was, in itself, evidence of how horribly mismatched the fight was to begin with. The fact that it ended with Trunks doing little more than defending before striking that last blow cemented the notion.]

[Arms resting at her sides, her legs were crossed as she leaned slightly back. Keeping her eyes on the immediate aftermath but not going out of her way to make her presence known.]

[Trunks would sense her soon enough, anyway. If he hadn't already.]

Re: [Spectator]

[light_of_willpower]

[The immediate aftermath was probably much less exciting; it involved Trunks calling one of Bakugo's friends, and having a conversation with her.

Of course he sensed Mai, along with at least one other presence he recognized. But Mai was who mattered. Which is why he's making sure he leaves first, but also is making his way over too her. Calm, and his head is down in a way she'd recognize. He's thinking, but he also is aware that he was stupid, and she's going to want answers.]

Is it worth my asking how you found out?

[waitingforhope]

About as worth my asking why you didn't tell me.

[Or want me to find out. She would have added, if she were absolutely certain. As of yet, he'd given no indication he was deliberately trying to keep her from it.]

That didn't look much like friendly sparring.

[light_of_willpower]

I didn't think I had to tell you?

[There's an eyebrow raise, and while it might've sounded defensive, he was also honestly curious.]

I didn't exactly expect anyone other than Bakugo to show up.

[But he will cross his arms, slumping a bit with his head down. Tilted slightly, both in thought and to avoid her eyes.]

I was stupid, and took bait when I shouldn't have. My patience was already gone with him, when he mouthed off more and threatened our friends. I don't think he even knows what a friendly spar would be.

[Likewise, Trunks had never gone into this intending to hurt him. He DID know how to control himself, something he was certain now that Bakugo didn't. Or didn't care to control himself.]

I don't know if you could hear it, but I also asked if he was sure he wanted to do this.

[waitingforhope]

[She left the first trade of inquiries at that. Neither protesting nor insisting any more. Because he was right...he didn't have to tell her. Any more than it really mattered how she found out.]

[Sitting up a bit straighter, she took note of the slump and deliberate aversion of eye contact. Were she in a better frame of mind, she might have even smiled. He looked every bit like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar. Like he expected her to yell at him.]

I didn't hear that part, no.

[She saw lips move, but couldn't read them from the angle she was sitting at.]

I guess I'm just most surprised you let something like this get this far. You knew how weak he was--[An assumption, but not one without prior knowledge. No doubt, Trunks' would have sensed his opponent's power levels and made judgements accordingly.]--and you knew he was just saying things to piss you off...or did you really think he would hurt anyone?

[light_of_willpower]

[With her latter statement, his eyes did meet hers. Head coming up again.]

To be honest? I don't actually know, and I still don't know after that fight. He was extremely restrained during the debates, but I first encountered him at the Haunted House. One thing I will give us, is we were all prepared for almost any thing. Soon as I saw him go in, I grabbed a fire extinguisher and kept my senses open.

[It might seem irrelevant, but he had a point and purpose.]

Even to the illusions, his reaction is to fight, and that includes his making explosions. I just tried to ensure things didn't actually get set on fire. That's part of why I was in a bad mood after all of that--he used up my patience.

[waitingforhope]

[Again, she listened patiently. Brows furrowing together in slight concern. She saw the explosions on the field, and combined with his temper...was beginning to understand Trunks' line of thinking.]

What exactly did he say to you? To get you to come here.