Written for Athanatosora from a series of first sentence drabble prompts: "24 + Bakugou" (Canon-compliant, set in the future)
"Please tell me you know how to defuse a bomb."
A beat of silence, then an awkward crackle and vaguely indignant mumble of "yes, well, kind of I guess not really no," drifted through the tiny speaker in his ear. Bakugou's grit his teeth at that, the impending scream of exasperation and frustration in the back of his throat turning into a low groan.
He considered ditching the barely-a-threat enemies for the other pros to deal with and instead take out what was arguably the biggest threat in the area - an obscene amount of explosive materials (enough to probably take down the whole block) haphazardly glued together and tied to a timed trigger, if what the wannabe robbers had explained to them in stereotypical movie monologue style earlier was accurate. It would probably be more interesting than dealing with the fucks standing around him, at least.
Hell, he didn't even need to actually look as he bashed small-time thug leaping for his back into the wall of a building, their remaining companions eyeing him (and the slowly growing pile of knocked-out villains) warily.
"I'm starting to wonder if I should've gone on hostage duty with the kid," Bakugou growled, insulted glares ignored as sparks casually flew from his fingertips. Another three found themselves launched into brick and concrete, and the rest scrambled to avoid the terrifyingly precise explosive flashes. "We dealt with problems ten times more interesting and challenging than this while I was in fucking UA, dammit!"
One of the other heroes darted around him in a flash of lightning, bringing down a cocky duo to his left. "Do my ears deceive me, or are you actually saying you would've missed out on a chance to fight?"
"You can shut your fucking mouth, sparky, at least I'd be doing something more productive than staring at a pile of shit like it's an alien life form instead of asking for help or getting it out of there because I don't know how to deal with it."
"I can still hear you, y'know!" The small voice protested into their ears, and Kaminari winced at the reminder. "Good god, I'm like, fifteen! What the hell made you think I knew how to defuse a bomb in the first place, there wasn't even supposed to be one here!"
"Aren't you the brat always hanging around the support department or some shit? Did nothing make its way through that fucking helmet and skull of yours while you were there?"
"Not relating to stuff like this! But, yes, a little help or backup or anything really would be nice."
Bakugou dutifully ignored Kaminari mouthing "why did the kid pick you to be his workplace experience guy" behind him and knocked people's two heads together, kicking a third man down and launching a fourth and fifth halfway down the street. A fight was still worth fighting for a little bit of practice after all, even if it was a completely one-sided one.
Two villains got back up and immediately found themselves sprawled out on the ground, winded and probably concussed to hell and back. Really, wasn't it their faults for getting involved in a fight with him of all people in the first place?
"Listen closely and internalize this shit, kid, because I'm not gonna fucking repeat myself after this and it's definitely gonna save your ass someday when no one else is around to deal with it," Bakugou said, effortlessly flicking the last few would-be robbers away for the other heroes to deal with. "And if you think that fucker is gonna explode or things are going south with it, you book your goddamn ass outta there, consequences be damned, because like hell I'm letting you deal with and defuse that shit on your own no matter what your fucking quirk is, got it? Now, you better know the basic compounds used to make shit like nitroglycerin and other high explosives or I swear…"