[Maybe he should have grabbed him by the back of the shirt so he could have choked him a bit. Bastard looks way too damn unperturbed by the whole damn situation. And then there's that smile, and suddenly he's wondering why he always seems to attract these types. The bastards that smile too damn brightly, even under his snarls and insults.

He tucks his jacket under his arm before he shoves his hands into pants that a size too damn big for him and purses his lips in a face of unfuckingamused. It's not like he would acknowledge any gratitude anyway, but the fuck if they're even. He didn't owe the asshole anything.

The door opens and he watches that eager step before he stops and Bakugou is at least satisfied that he seemed to learn a damn lesson at least. With a scoff he walks past him, pointedly taking the lead onto campus ground.]

Don't fucking tempt me.

[Because isn't that a sudden image that pops into his brain, entirely unwelcome. Damn it.]

Keep up! This isn't a damn tour. We'll go to the locker rooms and change and then we can go out to the training grounds.

[Hell, he'll even take Shindou to the rocky turf. So when he beats him down there's not a single fucking excuse he can use to argue who is better.

Though it's not exactly the closest building, which means there are plenty of things to distract his guest. A distraction would probably be a smart idea, but what the fuck does he know about small talk?]

...Nothing else happened the other night, right?

[It fucking sucks to have blanks in his night of apparent revelry, but Shindou apparently remembered enough to text him about the vomiting episode.]