Bakugou Katsuki. [He opens his mouth, but decides against giving the explanation of how his name is arranged and how it differs from other cultures. Instead he clicks his tongue and shoves his hands into his pockets.] ...Bakugou is fine.

[Jasmine, hm? He thinks idly of tea, and rice, and of course the flower itself, mulling over what nickname he could call her in the future. Jazz? Nah, too basic. He'll figure it out.] If it's a city or town, it should have someone with medical knowledge. Or just tools I can use myself. Let's get moving.

[And off they go.]