[Something about the paper quickly pings familiarity and memory, leading to a guess as to who the gift is from. Very likely a certain dragon who keeps hibernating, by invitation, in his room lately. That heat lamp has come in use quite a lot recently. To say nothing of blankets and the like. Bakugo settles in his desk chair, fingers working the wrapping seams to chunk one piece of tape after another.
Gloves? Thermal gloves. He narrows his eyes at their make, finding something nostalgic about them. It takes a few turns and inspection to realize the similarity in their make to his own hero costume gloves. How Dan Heng managed to commission a pair like this is beyond him, but the smart little smirk on Bakugo's face is impressed, amused, and grateful.
While he can use his Quirk without gloves, obviously, going around with his hands bare in this shitty weather sucks. Same with blowing up whatever gloves he does actually wear. Dan Heng's going to see Bakugo wearing them pretty much immediately when he goes outside again. Amazing.
As for the spicy pop rocks... a certain dragon's gonna be treated to chocolate cookies later on. Ones that have a spicy popping crunch to them when bitten into and leave a candy crackle on the tongue even after swallowing.
Tch, Dan Heng has immaculate handwriting. As expected of a bookish guy. He slots the letter with the others he's gathered and gives the sleeping dragon a small knuckle nuzzle on the jaw without waking him.
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Gloves? Thermal gloves. He narrows his eyes at their make, finding something nostalgic about them. It takes a few turns and inspection to realize the similarity in their make to his own hero costume gloves. How Dan Heng managed to commission a pair like this is beyond him, but the smart little smirk on Bakugo's face is impressed, amused, and grateful.
While he can use his Quirk without gloves, obviously, going around with his hands bare in this shitty weather sucks. Same with blowing up whatever gloves he does actually wear. Dan Heng's going to see Bakugo wearing them pretty much immediately when he goes outside again. Amazing.
As for the spicy pop rocks... a certain dragon's gonna be treated to chocolate cookies later on. Ones that have a spicy popping crunch to them when bitten into and leave a candy crackle on the tongue even after swallowing.
Tch, Dan Heng has immaculate handwriting. As expected of a bookish guy. He slots the letter with the others he's gathered and gives the sleeping dragon a small knuckle nuzzle on the jaw without waking him.
Definitely made the cold more bearable.]