The hand and his jaw as it seemed. A jaw that had seen fiercer punches, but still stung with the impact that he knew held force behind that swing. It was satisfying, seeing the realization on Bakugo's face and it was second only to having the opportunity that he did. He could have closed that distance. Sadly, all for not as the second hand came up to aid its brother and Shigaraki let go, not unscathed himself by the high heat but not entirely worried about it either. He could heal himself and he had against worse and hotter flames.

Gaining distance again after dragging his hand over the floor to re-secure his father to the grip of his opposite hand, he realized he could use this to his advantage. "Ahhh, Katsukiii-kuuun! You're being impulsive— You don't have to be scared of me. I'm not going to hurt you." There was no doubt in Shigaraki's mind that Bakugo wasn't scared of him, not conventionally and he also knew that throwing out large quirks would be no fun. This was fun. He licked his bottom lip and it did nothing for the parched look of it, if only that he was waiting for the right time to strike without lifting any of the fingers in his possession. His frame was in the ready position, as though he was ready for the attack knees slightly bent and arms at his sides, but barely.