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[hot_handed]

[When Bakugou isn't patrolling or yelling and training, he's just training, which he's doing this afternoon in a mostly abandoned lot and cluster of buildings in Genessia. Strength isn't simply about recognizing your weaknesses. It's about conquering them, murdering them until they become nothing but a memory, and coming out of it scarred and stronger than ever.

Which is why he's kept the stupid cuffs, even if they're ugly as shit, and instead of blowing up the wall he shoves his fist into it with a punch, teeth grit through the stinging as sweat beads down his forehead. Finally deciding to take five, he walks to the edge of the lot, taking a drink from his water bottle. He's on edge. He always is now, but especially in Genessia, but that doesn't mean he notices someone else approaching.]

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[memortalized]

[On your average day, Memo wanders around in a half-lost state. She can't form her own memories, so is often confused and without purpose. It's rare that she can recognize other people, even those that she has troubled or enjoyed the company of.

But she recognizes Bakugou. There were stories about him during the election cycle, and he's honestly a hot gossip topic in general. Somewhat literally. So she stops when she sees him in a lot of buildings, staring quietly at first.]

... You're the one who murdered Santa Claus.

[hot_handed]

[He feels someone's eyes on him. Thinking the worst, he jolts in their direction, ready to attack-

What the fuck. It's some creepy albino kid. He doesn't understand the meaning of her sentence at first, racking his brain to try and recall if he actually murdered anyone...

Santa Claus. Oh, that American thing. Of course it wasn't true, just some stupid rumor, but if someone was stupid enough to believe it he wasn't going to argue.]

What of it?

[memortalized]

... Just that I know of you. Katsuki Bakugou.

[To Memo, it is a big deal to remember someone. She can't usually commit names and faces to memory without some help.]

For what reason are you behaving violently, on your own? Are you afraid of something unseen?

[hot_handed]

Let me get you a fucking medal.

[This conversation is strange. It's not the strangest he's ever had, but then she goes and asks some questions that are definitely not in her realm of business.]

I don't know you. I don't know your face. Who the hell are you?

[memortalized]

Memo.

[Her gaze fixes upon him. The more she stares, the more interested she is in him. He doesn't act like anyone else that she has committed to memory. He's so different from herself, too: Emotional, and obviously so.

Is it his memories that make him this way?

Bat wings on either side of her head extend, flapping once with curios energy.]

Is it your memories?

[hot_handed]

["Memo". The name doesn't offer much, but he doubts she's one of AFO's lackeys.] ...Bat Girl.

[It's easier to remember. He's about to tell her politely to fuck off. But then his eye twitches and he growls.]

What? You're awfully fucking nosy. [He stalks over to get in her face.] Fuck off before I give you some bad memories.