[It'd better be more than hope. If Bakugo gets sick from this guy, he's going to encase in a fucking wall and leave him there for target practice! He tells himself it's nothing more than the cold weather; coming in from that would leave a lot of people with a runny nose. But that blanket earlier...
Bakugo relaxes against the stones again, arms spreading out and shoulders easing from their previous tension. This feels good. No one else here asides from someone he gets along with makes it even better, if he can't enjoy it completely alone.]
Uh-huh. [He'll accept it as excuse, but isn't completely believing it. Gonna keep some distance for a bit until he notices Yato's no longer sniffling, shivering, leaking, or whatever. But he won't tell the god to get out of the spring. Hot water and steam will do him good. Especially when he says he only started dealing with it a hour hours ago, being outside for most of them.]
You were in the ice sculpture contest? What'd you make, a giant five yen piece?
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Bakugo relaxes against the stones again, arms spreading out and shoulders easing from their previous tension. This feels good. No one else here asides from someone he gets along with makes it even better, if he can't enjoy it completely alone.]
Uh-huh. [He'll accept it as excuse, but isn't completely believing it. Gonna keep some distance for a bit until he notices Yato's no longer sniffling, shivering, leaking, or whatever. But he won't tell the god to get out of the spring. Hot water and steam will do him good. Especially when he says he only started dealing with it a hour hours ago, being outside for most of them.]
You were in the ice sculpture contest? What'd you make, a giant five yen piece?
[Half curious, half taunting.]