"A Delicate Balance of Insults and Alliances"

He didn't take it well. At all. The morning after our fight, Bakugou stormed out of the house, leaving Midoriya and me to exchange worried glances. I expected him to return, furious and ready to resume our battle, but instead, he simply... existed. In the same space as me, seething with quiet rage. Surprisingly, we managed to spend the rest of the day with the four of us - Bakugou, Midoriya, Katsuki, and I - without either Bakugou or I killing each other. It was a delicate balance, with Bakugou snapping at every perceived slight and me goading him with careful, polite phrases. Every time I called him Bakugou-chan, he snarled and threatened to cut off my tongue. I refrained from using the honorific, opting instead for a respectful "Bakugou" that only seemed to fuel his anger. Yet, despite his bluster, he didn't lunge at me again. Maybe it had something to do with the black bruise blooming on his jaw, a souvenir from our earlier fight. Or perhaps he'd simply grown accustomed to my insufferable, polite demeanor. As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the landscape, I decided it was time to head home. I glanced at Midoriya, raising an eyebrow in invitation. He looked doubtful and awkward, but I could sense a spark of hope in his eyes. Bakugou, however, was a different story altogether. His hawk-like gaze locked onto us, his eyes narrowing as he connected the dots. "Why the hell are you two going away together?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. I bowed at a perfect 30-degree angle, a gesture I'd learned annoyed him. "I have discovered that Midoriya-san and I happen to live close," I explained, my voice smooth as silk. "My parents have asked for someone to walk me home since they are worried I could get lost in an unfamiliar environment. Midoriya-san has graciously accepted my request." Midoriya's face turned bright red as he began to babble, stumbling over his words in an attempt to justify our actions. I suspected he felt embarrassed lying to his friends, but he didn't tell me to stop, so I assumed I was doing the right thing. Katsuki, observing the exchange with interest, jabbed a finger at us. "Ah! And Zuku should serve as protection?" His tone was amused, but Bakugou's eyes flashed with anger, his jaw clenched in a silent snarl.