BAKUGOU HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE TYPE TO CARRY HIS OWN BURDENS BY HIMSELF MAINLY BECAUSE HE HATED ASKING FOR HELP. he thought the act of depending on another was something fitting for the weak, which he, sure as hell, wasn't a part of. even when he had a nerve-racking problem, one that was hefty enough to constantly bother him whenever it got the chance, bakugou would never succumb to the idea of reaching out for someone's assistance. instead, he would deal with it by either figuring it out on his own even if it meant pushing him to the brink of exhaustion or keeping himself occupied to the point where he would be too distracted to give a damn.
but ever since he discovered he was a fictional character, devised and built by some sort of omnipotent figure beyond this two-dimensional realm, bakugou hasn't been the same. because this wasn't just a problem he could find an answer to or push to the back of his mind. no, he couldn't even call this an issue. issues came with solutions no matter how serpentine they were.
