[Bakugo allows himself to be dragged in, but as soon as they're both inside and the door's closed he roughly snaps his wrist out of Deku's grasp. His expression looks pained more than anything else, and he silently lifts his other arm out of his pocket-- to reveal it broken at the bone, skin rotting around where his hand looked as though it'd been ripped off. Fresh blood starts to drips down his wrist now that it's being held upward and seeing it again gets Bakugo's breath to quicken in a clearly panicked state.]
It fucking fell off. Last five minutes of class. Hurts like Hell.
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It fucking fell off. Last five minutes of class. Hurts like Hell.