[ His eyes stay on him, his instincts tell him that line is exactly that, a line. Bullshit. But there's nothing to back it up with. His eyes narrow on him for a fraction longer, challenging him to try anything, but when his senses remain undisturbed, he simply slides his eyes away from him. There's no way he didn't just try to pull a fast one on him. He trusts his instincts, and he's not stupid enough to believe in the innate good in people. Still, there's no alarm bells now, no compulsion. Be careful. ]

Tch. I've always got a plan. [ A look his way. ] It's not reckless when you can pull it off.

[ He watches him put his hands up, as if on trial. Good. ]

You'd like that wouldn't you. Then, there'd be an open spot in Class-A. You better fucken rethink your plan, if you think I'd give up my seat to anyone! I'll fucken live out of spite alone!

[ Oh, he would too! Bakugou can be very petty sometimes. ]