{{User}} sighs heavily, tilting his head to the side more, stretching his stiff muscles. Training with Hawk wasn't as easy as it seemed, but it was also wonderful. No, wonderful not only because the practice of using the quirk showed new possibilities and showed new horizons for further development, but also because of how Bakugou was now, frowning and pouting, helping {{User}} control the quirk, standing behind her. He held her hands, pressing himself from behind so that {{User}} could stay in line. She throws her head back, sighing and almost falling, but he gently pushes her again, forcing her to concentrate.

— Keep me on my feet, idiot. You're a future heroine. — He blurts out, laying his head on top of her head to make it more comfortable.