[It feels like a dream, at first, and that's how Katsuki treats it. A great tree with a power that seems to just pulse through his very body, and he feels himself instinctively looking down at his hands, feeling the small sparks dance in his palms as he activates his quirk - small, crackling explosions like tiny firecrackers popping and snapping from his fingertips. Nothing seems different about it, but he still can't help the sensation of feeling almost...invigorated, in a way. Like he could pull off the largest explosion he's ever done, or fly faster and father than he ever has, and maybe...just maybe, Katsuki could break the barrier surrounding that fucking castle and give that limdick bastard what he truly deserves.

Those thoughts, however, start to flicker, and falter, and the idea that this is nothing more than a vivid dream starts to blur. It's too familiar, too similar to how things started nearly two years ago in Visium, when he was taken away to that other world. Katsuki's greeted by Seraphine, takes note of all the others who are confused and looking around, and his eyes widen with a sick realization - he's been taken again. Again. This time, to a new other world - a different one altogether - and the sinking feeling in his stomach is overwhelming. What about his friends? His classmates? What about Alice, and Jasmine, and everyone else he's come to call friends, and even family? Are they here as well? Frantically, he looks around, teeth grinding together and temper starting to rise, as is the blond's usual emotion to fall back on. He doesn't want to be here, he doesn't want to be taken to some other fucking shithole, all alone, when everything he actually cares about is either back in his own world, or...or back there. Back in Visium.]

Kiss my ass.

[The teen snaps, when ordered to board the...very familiar train car. It's similar in look to the Shinkansen, and that actually does stick in his head - this new world, what the fuck was it called again...it's much more technologically advanced than the place he was in before. Interesting...though a lot of the people he's met will be incredibly lost in a place like this, if they've come along with him. He can hope, but...Katsuki doesn't really have a steadfast belief he'd ever get that fucking lucky.

After being hassled into the damn train (mostly because he hasn't seen or heard of anyone he knows), the blond growls, sinks into a seat, and basically looks the very definition of someone who does not want to be bothered. His mind is racing, his body feels feverish, and he's starting to sweat because his anger is bubbling over, quietly, ready to burst at any moment. A really bad thing, when his aforementioned sweat is explosive, and he can literally blow up from any part of his body now, not just his hands. Anyone who is bold enough (or stupid enough) to take the seat next to the growling, man-spreading teenager with the bristle of blond hair will be greeted with silence for the whole ride, and any attempts at conversation are probably going to be just grunts and huffs, but...some might get lucky and get a single word answer. Maybe. Are you feeling lucky?

After that's all done, Katsuki grabs the aXess Link he's given, finally barking at the poor guide trying to help him, and storms off to his apartment...where he promptly slams the door shut, tosses the smart phone-like device on the nearest surface...and proceeds to punch a wall, finally having reached the limit of his patience.]

FUCK!!

[After a few long, long hours just seething and trying to calm down - and actually listening to the holographic message to absorb informaton about this new world he's fucking stuck in - Katsuki finds the tattoo talked about on his left bicep, growling irritably at it, then decides he just...needs to get out of his apartment. He needs to let off steam, to explore and investigate this place, learn as much as he can, and...maybe try to find someone he knows again. He doesn't want to fully believe he's on his own all over again, after nearly two years of making connections, so...he's going to keep trying.

Of course he didn't stop be that damn coffee shop while on the train. Katsuki was, at the time, too miffed and sulky to move from his seat, but now...even he needs a recharge, and while he vehemently avoids the cloyingly sweet garbage that's usually sold in these types of places, he does get a Clari-tea, as the spiced flavor of the tea infusion hits his flavor preference just right. It's smooth, it's subtly sweet, and has enough of a spicy kick that Katsuki actually finishes the whole cup. And, weirdly enough? He looks...calm. The hard lines of his face have smoothed out completely, and the rigidness of his shoulders has relaxed as well. He's not snapping at people who approach him, though he is still quite taciturn regardless.

In all honesty, this is probably the best way for anyone to encounter this explosive blond teen right now. He probably won't tear anyone's head off, or curse them out, but we cannot entirely promise a clean vocabulary from Bakugou Katsuki. He will forever have a pottymouth of truly, uh...legendary proportions.]

[Now this is what Katsuki needed. Competition. If there's one way for him to get all his pent up aggression and frustration out, it's to engage in something physical, something he can both excel and win at. Racing is easy, and if he's allowed to use his quirk, well...that will be the best way for Katsuki to distract himself for the multitude of thoughts and emotions buzzing in his head. He needs to literally explode, to busy his hands and the other parts of him so he doesn't take it our on someone unsuspecting and undeserving. Unfortunately, he's got to use one of those hoverboard things, but...it's not entirely hard to get the hang of. It's kinds of like a snowboard, and he's done enough of that in the northern part of Japan during the winter to know how to maneuver on one. Katsuki hates the cold, but he loves physical activities.

And, apparently, he can use his quirk to give himself a burst of speed for at least a few seconds, whipping past some poor shmuck as a cloud of smoke blooms behind him. With a wild grin on his face, and a cackle that cuts through the wind, he doesn't even look back at he screams out--]

OUT OF MY WAY, EXTRAS!!

[If nothing here suits your fancy, feel free to write out a different prompt (there are so many I wanted to do but time is limited, sob), or feel free to reach out to me on this journal or at StarFruity to plot something out!!]