âI DONâT KNOW IF YOUâLL LIKE WHAT I HAVE TO SAY TO YOU, BUT I HAVE TO TELL YOU ANYWAY.â
Well, this was surprising: since when had Katsuki ever warned someone when he was going to say something unsavory? He insulted people whenever he was given the chance to open his mouth, and he seemed to dislike Shouto in particular. If he was still angry about him not using his left side during the sports festival, then he certainly knew how to hold a grudge. Considering Katsukiâs personality, however, it wasnât surprising that he might refuse to let such a thing go.
Even so, Shouto found himself slightlyâŚconcerned. If Katsuki was telling him that he was about to say something that he wouldnât like, was it bad enough to require that foreword? Did he have something serious or important to say? He was the type of person to speak his mind without bothering to put a filter on any of itânot be careful to keep from bothering people. It was likely obvious that Shouto was pondering the possibilities of what this conversation starter might entail due to how he simply stood there and stared for a good while.
ă THATâS NEVER STOPPED YOU BEFORE, ă he finally managed. ă WHAT IS IT? ă A part of him worried if he would regret asking Katsuki that questionâŚ.
           âI think youâre a fucking dumbass.â That was no secret, and also not what his main point was. But it just felt like he had to say that in response to Shoutoâs big stupid mouth going off instead of just saying yes like he should. It wasnât like Bakugou wanted to have this discussion, but he wasnât going to let it just... sit on his mind anymore. It wasnât his problem and he shouldnât be thinking about it but somehow he couldnât get the thoughts out of him until he settled the matter once and for all.
           He grabbed a chair, pulling it toward him, setting off a scratching against the floor, and sat backward in it. His dark eyes bore a hole into Shoutoâs head. âI know about your shitty ass old man. And I know youâre working with him. And I think youâre a huge, massive, fucking shithead dumbass for doing it, but itâs not my fucking problem what you do or what he does to you if you volun-fucking-teer for it. Iâm just--â
           There was a pause, he tapped his knuckles on the back of the chair, looking away from Shouto. âListen, I know I have a shitty personality but at least Iâm not that guy. And if you want to go somewhere he wouldnât fucking look for you or some shit, my mom is a stone wall against assholes and she always has an extra bed in the house. Alright? Thatâs all I fucking had to say.â