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âOh. You.â Bakugou lowers his brows but doesnât offer any more response than that, simply because there isnât much else he can say. Though, admittedly, he is a bit surprised, as he doesnât believe heâs seen Shinsou here before â but thatâs a thought he chooses not to voice aloud.
Itâs quiet for a moment, and Bakugou scrambles his brain a bit desperately, vying for something to say next. He could continue his training as if Shinsou isnât here but his subconscious is stubbornly set on doing the opposite, frustrated that what would normally be considered his âalone timeâ has been interrupted.
Eventually he places his water bottle back down and says, âWell, Iâm not just gonna stand here dawdling all day.â Itâs obvious, really, but at this point heâs speaking without thinking. âDo what you want.â
He whirls around, unable to help the pout on his face. Itâs a bit awkward now, honestly, but he canât think of what else to say. He isnât exactly an expert at social interactions, and Shinsou isnât the type of person heâd ever see himself being friendly with, either. UnlessâŚ
He hunches his shoulders and speaks again, albeit with his back turned. âIf you donât have anything else planned, might as well make yourself useful and spar with me.â
Shinsou watches Bakugou struggle to talk to him with a vague sort of amusement. When Bakugou finally coughs up an offer though, all of that amusement washes away and Shinsou is launched right back into feeling on edge.
Bakugou⌠is one of the top students at the school for a reason. As much as Shinsou loathes to admit it, heâs a good fighter even if heâs got about as much charm as a piece of gum stuck in your hair. Heâs almost kind of thankful that heâs avoided having to spar with Bakugou at any point before, especially now that practically everyone knows his quirk and Shinsou has lost the slight advantage he had against the blonde.
His eyes narrow as he shifts his weight back and forth. How to turn down the offer⌠He grits his teeth, his hand absently rubbing at his neck as he thinks of his options.
He came here to get his frustration out and going back to wallow in his room would be the exact opposite of that.
âSureâŚâ His voice trails off, eyes drifting down to Bakugouâs hands. âQuirks or no quirks?â
Bakugou half expects Shinsou to refuse right off the bat. Which is why, at the quiet acceptance, he spins around abruptly and regards Shinsou with a cautious look. Jeez, he thinks, I can never tell what that guy is thinking.
Regardless, Bakugou isnât one to squander the opportunity for a good spar. Secretly he feels a bit excited. Though to a less intense degree, he wants to see what Shinsou is like in action. If heâs going to be the best he needs to get to know his competition.
Yet, heâs not nearly stupid enough to look down on Shinsou âat least, he isnât anymore. In the time since arriving at U.A. Bakugouâs grown more careful, keenly aware of his fellow students and how they each possess their own unique skills. The fun of the challenge, he thinks, is deciphering their weaknesses, using them to his benefit and claiming victory in the end.
Thus, even if this is just a spar... Well, Bakugou doesnât have any intention of losing.
He considers Shinsouâs query for several seconds, then answers, âNo quirks, for now.â A small grin tugs at his lips. âI wanna see how good you are with your fists.â

















