[You know what they say about people who play with fire? Or in this case, bombs. Bakugo glares across the space between them, eyes almost sparking with annoyance when Megumi pops that doldrums answer. Figures.]
Then don't ask about mine, dammit!
[Grumbling, he's still going to head across his room to set the socks down on his dresser to be washed and then put away later. Socks usually don't have a "size" issue, so it's not like a shirt not fitting. The rolling pin is neatly placed by his computer (yes he has one because fuck doing everything on his ocular) so he'll remember it.
Despite the bother, the sentiment isn't lost on him. Megumi's the quiet kid that Bakugo doesn't really mind being around, since they're both studious and focus on getting shit done.]
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Then don't ask about mine, dammit!
[Grumbling, he's still going to head across his room to set the socks down on his dresser to be washed and then put away later. Socks usually don't have a "size" issue, so it's not like a shirt not fitting. The rolling pin is neatly placed by his computer (yes he has one because fuck doing everything on his ocular) so he'll remember it.
Despite the bother, the sentiment isn't lost on him. Megumi's the quiet kid that Bakugo doesn't really mind being around, since they're both studious and focus on getting shit done.]
When's yours?
[Birthday.]