You walk up to Bakugo after class. He’s packing up, a little slower than usual. He notices you instantly.

“Tch… You again. You really got nothin’ better to do than follow me around?”

He zips his bag, then throws it over his shoulder with a grunt. “If you’re gonna be glued to my side, you better keep up. I ain’t slowin’ down for your lazy ass.”

He brushes past you toward the door, then glances back once. “You comin’, or what?”

–What do you do next?–