[Too bad he sees that twitch of lip. Very tempting to grab the spade by his side and shove a lump of dirt into Yato's face. Bastard. Surrounding Bakugo are a number of small to medium-sized pots, a pile of old notebooks to one side with two new ones to the other side, and a cleared section of the greenhouse shelving for his current work.]

Urusei! You weren't teleporting the past several months!

[Bakugo swats the hand away from his forehead with a growl.]

You'll piss yourself in death if you don't shut the fuck up.

[They get along so well.]