[That much, at least, he can do. Izuku mutters that he'd be right back before he scurries off to fix them two trays of food, bringing them both back to the table that Bakugou had sat down at. Dinner was the usual fair, today specifically it was rice and chicken with miso soup and various vegetables on the side. An easy enough meal...he could just eat the rice if he didn't feel like much else.]
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