Bakugo takes in the scene around them, but no one is paying them any more mind. No one's staring with glee or concentration or any special attention at all. No more than the whole time they've been talking. No one's gotten closer. It's them, the two of them. He looks down at Deku's scarf, but it's still around his neck. Even if it's a support item that could do this, it's not the tool that was used.

"Come on," he insists, both irritated and angry. "If someone attacked us undetected, why would we stay here?"

He brings his left arm back into the shirt, shoving it against both of them in the process. Then he presses his hand, palm outward, into the shirt. He's been working hard enough to have some sweat. He explodes a miniature cluster attack at the fabric. It holds.