[ True, if Bakugou is going to end up in hell, he probably would want to just go the full length and say "I'm the new king around this joint!!" It's probably pretty hot and fiery in hell and all, so his gross sweaty self would have a natural advantage.
If one listens very, very carefully, they might be able to hear the sound of Bakugou's resolve go completely to pieces at hearing his own name. That is something that he's going to strain to commit to excruciating detail in his memory, because upon hearing it something in his head goes "oh" and then "ohhh" and finally "oh fuck" because he is, indeed, so fucked. His heart goes absolutely crazy and his instincts plunge into utter confusion until he has many four-lettered verbs starting with "ki-" in mind but no idea how to end the word, like some sort of screwed-up crossword puzzle where he is desperate to just slam something in there and hope everything fits when the pieces come together.
This is not the sort of teenage dream most kiddos are supposed to have, huh.
In his head, this feels like a very protracted realization; in reality, the adrenaline rush has just fooled him into thinking three seconds is three minutes. He's broken from his mental state by remembering he's got a hard-on that demands attention and temporarily liberates Todoroki's throat again, banking on the idea that probably Todoroki is finding it generally difficult to string his words coherently enough to form sentences to inform him how fucked-up this all is to go onto the more pressing task of liberating his dick from his pants.
— which is when he remembers in the back of his head that one time that he pissed on Todoroki and Todoroki got off on it, and so an inquiring mind such as his demands knowledge as to whether he's the only one into this. There are probably much sexier, attractive ways of checking "does my boyfriend have a hard-on?" than sticking a hand between his thighs and groping upward from there, but Bakugou is thinking impressively very little about making getting off a sexy sort of thing at the moment. ]
( we could go down in flames )
If one listens very, very carefully, they might be able to hear the sound of Bakugou's resolve go completely to pieces at hearing his own name. That is something that he's going to strain to commit to excruciating detail in his memory, because upon hearing it something in his head goes "oh" and then "ohhh" and finally "oh fuck" because he is, indeed, so fucked. His heart goes absolutely crazy and his instincts plunge into utter confusion until he has many four-lettered verbs starting with "ki-" in mind but no idea how to end the word, like some sort of screwed-up crossword puzzle where he is desperate to just slam something in there and hope everything fits when the pieces come together.
This is not the sort of teenage dream most kiddos are supposed to have, huh.
In his head, this feels like a very protracted realization; in reality, the adrenaline rush has just fooled him into thinking three seconds is three minutes. He's broken from his mental state by remembering he's got a hard-on that demands attention and temporarily liberates Todoroki's throat again, banking on the idea that probably Todoroki is finding it generally difficult to string his words coherently enough to form sentences to inform him how fucked-up this all is to go onto the more pressing task of liberating his dick from his pants.
— which is when he remembers in the back of his head that one time that he pissed on Todoroki and Todoroki got off on it, and so an inquiring mind such as his demands knowledge as to whether he's the only one into this. There are probably much sexier, attractive ways of checking "does my boyfriend have a hard-on?" than sticking a hand between his thighs and groping upward from there, but Bakugou is thinking impressively very little about making getting off a sexy sort of thing at the moment. ]