[They're similar in that department, as Bakugo refuses to trust anyone at first. Even his current interaction with Chobe stems of their initial one and still builds from there. But what you see is what you get? Yeah, down for that. Look at his hero name!

Feel free to threaten the arcade machine. It won't give a damn.

Bakugo arches a brow. He half expects Chobe to take a sniff as he scans over the square paper stubs in his hand. But hey, if he's not gonna use them, waste not want not. He accepts the offer, deftly folding them up into a thin stack and pocketing them with the others.]

Fine. [Not sure what for, considering the clothes and all, but if Chobe's holding it all even, go for it. Technically he owed the man a shirt and got him a whole outfit, so this brings them square. He'll put the tickets to good use.]

Hope? Don't fuck with me! The thought never crossed my mind. You'd need a shitload more practice to even consider it.