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Bakugo's body had moved to crouch by the deformed body. The blood wasn't flowing out anymore but it was shifting on the surface of the wound.

The front of the body looked close to the muscle diagram they show in biology just with more spongey charred flesh. Bakugo succumbed to his urge and prodded at the mutilated flesh, it was a little amusing. His face remained neutral the entire time. He was worn out, its too many muscles to smile or frown or shift your eyebrows.

Bakugo was still in the darkness but he could see the body infront of him, and as sane as he wanted to be, it still made him smile.

Then he thought for a second...kirishima... he told him to go, after all, he didn't want to hurt somebody he... cared about. Did he say anything?

Seriously though, maybe he's told someone already. would he have done that? Did he keep quiet? Has he given him time or has he trapped him? Whatever, it didn't matter, he had to focus on the scene in front of him right now. How could he be so calm after he ripped away someone's life with the most power he's ever felt from his quirk.

He stood up, stomping on the chest of the body before he turned away, dragging it towards the trees.

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