[As someone once slapped him in the face with, has Vash been fine or has he been hero "fine"? There's a big fucking difference and Bakugo's plenty guilty of the latter. Considering Vash's quick response and cheery personality, Bakugo figures the guy's only one or two mistakes away from a goddamn cold.]
Uh-huh. [He knows someone who's not affected by hot and cold temperatures, but who the hell said Vash is immune to a cold playing at his lowered immune system? He'll have to accept his words for now. And force warmer clothes on him because screw what you said anyways!]
Of course I drive! [As if this is something that's common knowledge. Jeeze. Bakugo crosses the snow-covered parking lot, breeze already swirling white icy flakes all around their legs and shoulders. Fucking freezing... But at least the ocular means he can turn his car on from afar, so it's already warming up when they get to its side.] Tch. Get in.
[He doesn't want to know why Vash thought that either. But it's warm inside and Bakugo settles in the seat with a grunt. Everything's neat, clean, well-cared for, and impressive. Just the way he likes it.]
he's a jerk
Uh-huh. [He knows someone who's not affected by hot and cold temperatures, but who the hell said Vash is immune to a cold playing at his lowered immune system? He'll have to accept his words for now. And force warmer clothes on him because screw what you said anyways!]
Of course I drive! [As if this is something that's common knowledge. Jeeze. Bakugo crosses the snow-covered parking lot, breeze already swirling white icy flakes all around their legs and shoulders. Fucking freezing... But at least the ocular means he can turn his car on from afar, so it's already warming up when they get to its side.] Tch. Get in.
[He doesn't want to know why Vash thought that either. But it's warm inside and Bakugo settles in the seat with a grunt. Everything's neat, clean, well-cared for, and impressive. Just the way he likes it.]