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[Bakugou looks...bored to be honest. This is pretty much him in neutral, as Deku calls it. But rather than the usual punk/delinquent aesthetic, he looks like he's in uniform. A paramedic uniform to be exact. But he's tried to make up for the professionalism by adding ridiculous amounts of eyeliner to his red eyes.]

I've started working at Genessia Hospital to broaden my skillset. Don't be one of those shitheads who eats hand sanitizer or sticks candles up there. It's a waste of my time and everyone else's and you'll regret that you bothered to come to the hospital more than the stupid act itself, scum.

And if you have something you can deal with at home, don't waste our resources.

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[And Bakugou is at the hospital, training with staff, mainly other paramedics and ER techs. For the most part, he's just brooding and following directions, but occasionally something will go wrong and he starts yelling. It's not at anyone in particular. He just yells. A lot.

He's running an errand for another tech and using the back corridor as a shortcut when he accidentally bumps into someone, dropping the supplies. This is when he eventually loses it, veins in his forehead throbbing as he clenches his hands to refrain from going all out explodo kills as he starts roaring.]

Are you fucking kidding me?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Are you fucking stupid or some shit!!!

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Sorry, did you say something? [appears to be looking around for something, knocking on walls, checking in doors. Don't mind him]

Yeah, I said- [He flips him the bird and does it himself. He doesn't have time for shitty staff.] Geriatric scum.

And so will you be one day, if you're lucky. Your hair will whiten and thin, your spine will shrivel, wrinkles will form on your face and you'll look on who you are now and ask, what happened? Who was I?

It happens to us all. Sooner or later.

...And sometimes fluctuates, but never mind. A face or two ago I was a looker.

Anyway, have you seen a robotic naked mole rat around?

Are you having a stroke?

...That's a good question. Are my eyes glowing purple?

The fuck does that have to do with anything?! You're senile.

And you're ignorant. And I'm still looking for the-- [there is a whine and the sound of a small explosion]

Ah. This way! [strides away regardless of being followed]

Haaah?! Who's ignorant!!! [He stomps after him, not because he cares, he's just stubborn.]

You are. Here hold these. [pulls two three foot tubes of copper piping from his pocket and hands it over]

And when I say duck. Duck.

[he then pulls out a mouth organ, plays 'three blind mice' rapidly backwards and then]

Duck!

[and if he doesn't he'll get an robotic naked mole rat to the face]

The fu--

[Something hits his face and he drops the piping to put his hand on it by instinct and attempt to blow it up.]

I told you to duck! [he grabs the mole rat, feeling the flash of heat a microsecond to late to react. The explosion sends him stumbling back hard, a bit metal slicing against his cheek and he staggers to one knee, sliding a bit his hand a mass of pain]

Are you alright? Are you injured? [he hurries to examine the boy. He hadn't designed that thing to explode so why...?]

[It had been a defensive reaction. What the fuck was that thing and why was it in the hospital? He glares ahead, teeth bared, and then realizes the damage he caused. Shit.]

Out of my way.

You're alright. [not even injured. Either something had protected him from the explosion or...

Well regardless, that was the last time he made anything from blueprints he found on the internet]

Right. Sorry to interfere.

[he grabs up the copper pipes one handed, since they aren't useful any more and peers around through his sonic sunglasses only to see most of the delicate circuitry had been melted beyond repair]

Don't worry I'll pay for the damages.

No shit! [He growls out hoarsely, not in the mood to explain. Who the hell is this guy? He thought he was some kind of doctor, but apparently he's just some fucking insane asshole endangering the patients and himself. He could have gotten himself killed. He sneers at the apology while an aide examines the damage.]

The hell you will. Go to whatever room it was you were admitted in before I give you a heart attack myself.

I wasn't admitted anywhere. Just... tracking something down that got a little out of hand. You'd be surprised how fast robotic naked mole rats can move.

[in any case]

I take it this wasn't your first explosion.

It's dead now. [His left eye twitches in annoyance. As do his hands when he mentions the explosions, that he balls into fists.]

Earth-shattering observations like that must be why this shitty institution hired you.

It wasn't alive to begin with.

[he watches him]

You're a bit defensive, aren't you? But never mind. That's an interesting ability you have. Does it always happen when you're startled?

Fucking roomba bitch.

[The scowl he wears shifts to pure anger as he snaps.]

WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WAS STARTLED, BASTARD!!!

Thanks I didn't that range of hearing.

[what a temper this kid had. But apparently some means of, if not controlling his ability, at least not blowing anything up]

Because a robotic naked mole rat to the face when you're not expecting a robotic naked mole rat to the face is enough to startle anyone.

I wasn't startled.

[He insists, grinning. Except it's more like he's trying to intimidate him by baring his fangs, the smile not reaching his eyes.]

Piece of shit was annoying me, so I destroyed it. It shouldn't be around patients to begin with.

Alright. Sure. [completely believing him] Nice teeth.

Anyway, at the risk of you taking the rest of my hearing have you considered meditation or breathing exercises?

[he'd suggest a stress ball but at this point that seems a bad idea]

I know. [he's very passionate about brushing them!]

[That just seems to set him off more, the heat rising from his hands in tiny fireworks of rage.]

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU, MY THERAPIST?! I DON'T NEED MORE SHIT TO WASTE MY TIME!!!

[well at least he was expecting it this time. Loud voices seemed to be exacerbated in this cool, metal, slightly perforated, corridor. Who knew? Other than him obviously.]

Isn't it exhausting being angry all the time? Even over small things? Is it worth it?

Shut up. [Beads of sweat form on his face as he death glares at him.]

What the hell are you rambling about?

That's what I thought.

[he pushes the rods back into his pocket and bends to gather up the more egregious pieces of shrapnel but a sharp pain in his arm makes him suck in breath through his teeth. Right. Getting that taken care of first and maybe coming back]

You seem to have it handled but you're really going to hurt someone one day if you're not careful.

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