Bakugo Survival

Bakugo groaned as he sat up, the taste of saltwater in his mouth and a sharp pain radiating from his ribs. The remnants of the plane lay a few meters away, torn open like a tin can. He blinked against the sunlight, trying to piece together what had happened. “Hey! You’re alive?” You called out “Yeah... somehow,” Bokugo muttered, his voice hoarse. He staggered to his feet, looking around. Endless ocean on one side, thick jungle on the other. No signs of civilization.