Bakugo narrows his eyes in suspicion. Either this guy's being realistic or he's being falsely modest just to avoid a scrape. It's tempting to challenge him, but given what he said, that's a pointless endeavor. He'd refuse. Still sounds slightly insulting. You don't admit you're no match for someone with a confident smile like that... unless you're an idiot or something.

"Tch, smart guy." He shoves the thoughts away. If it comes down to it, he'll prove Hythlodaeus right. Bakugo shoulders his satchel again and kicks off the floor to swim towards a dresser. "You're the only one who knows what you haven't seen before." He's not about to play a game of 'bring me a rock' with him.

"At least pick a damn category."