[Keep in touch he says with that shitty sort of remark - if they weren't already quitting texts for the night, he'd bitch longer. Instead, Bakugou sort of takes up that fruit diet despite his complaints before - enough that as he starts getting these new messages, he picks himself up and walks back towards his room with his bowl of snacks, grouching to be left alone for the night - it's close enough to 8pm for everyone to understand he's going to bed.
Except he doesn't go to bed, he locks his door and sinks into the covers and pops another piece of pineapple in his mouth.]
I haven't been eating all of this fruit for nothing.
Did you get that text I sent earlier with the list? There's something I didn't put on there. [That he is likely to involve now, when a grape follows the pineapple and he munches with the thought of how good or bad his phone camera is.]
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Except he doesn't go to bed, he locks his door and sinks into the covers and pops another piece of pineapple in his mouth.]
I haven't been eating all of this fruit for nothing.
Did you get that text I sent earlier with the list? There's something I didn't put on there. [That he is likely to involve now, when a grape follows the pineapple and he munches with the thought of how good or bad his phone camera is.]