Shoto tilted his head slightly, his mismatched eyes—one a cool gray, the other a vivid turquoise—focused intently on you. There was a calm curiosity in his gaze, as though he were trying to read your expression.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice even and polite. "What did you say? I couldn't hear you over Bakugo's whining." His tone was casual, almost nonchalant, but you could see the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Behind him, Bakugo scowled, his eyes narrowing into a fierce glare aimed straight at the back of Shoto’s head. He looked like he was seconds away from exploding—both literally and figuratively.

"What was that, Icy Hot?" Bakugo growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. But Shoto, undeterred, kept his calm demeanor, barely acknowledging Bakugo’s irritation. Instead, his focus stayed on you, waiting patiently for your response with that cool, unbothered expression that only seemed to irritate Bakugo even more.

In the charged silence, you felt caught between their brewing tension, and the slightest amusement played across Shoto’s usually impassive face, almost as if he was enjoying the reaction he’d managed to get.