[ It can't be a surprise at all, if anyone's spent more than ten minutes with Bakugo. He goes for the throat, sneering and laughing, most days. On the rare occasion that he's caught in a more placid mood, he's still made of a natural sort of antagonism -- and charisma. ]

Who said I was glad to be here! The only thing that's good about this place is I don't have to wear that stupid disguise. I missed being able to cut loose.

[ Which he does later on, but for now, he thrusts the flat bandages and tape he's been trying to apply to the lower angle of his shoulderblade, where the worst of the abrasions sit. And then he jerks it back, accusingly. ]

You washed your hands, right?