Very, very poorly!

Izuku was getting several of the civilians to safety when he noticed that Bakugo was nowhere to be heard. Even though they had gone in different directions, Izuku had been able to hear Bakugo's efforts, both the explosions, and the loud swearing... hard to tell which one was louder, honestly. But now he only heard the general chaos. Going on a gut instinct, Izuku immediately went to go to where Bakugo was.

Sure enough, that abrasive classmate and childhood friend of his was nowhere to be found. "...Kaa-chan, where the hell did you go?" Izuku asked, before, as if the universe itself was answering his question, he heard an explosion nearby. He narrowed his eyes, and wondered what happened. Deciding he better go check on Bakugo, he immediately dashed off in the direction.

...

"...damn it!" Bakugo growled, laying prone on the ground, unable to move, a long, shallow cut on his forehead. Stain looked down at him disdainfully. "Let me up so I can kick your ass and prove my worth as a Hero!" he demanded ineffectually.

"...save him first," Stain pointed to Native. Bakugo narrowed his eyes.

"What are you getting at, you bastard?" he asked. "I'm going to save him by beating you!" he asserted, and Stain shook his head.

"...just another fake in the making... Only caring about your own selfish desires and ambitions, instead of knowing what a Hero really is!" he lectured. "If you actually wanted to be a Hero, you would have bothered to learn that it's about being selfless."

"I don't want your shitty lecture! I'm going to rise to the top!" Stain sighed.

"It's a pity. The rot of this society has run so deep. Not even officially a Hero yet, and you're already a wonderful example of a self centered fake... I must purge you..." He raised his blade, preparing to strike.