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It wasn’t the best decision to make. Bakugou knew that much at least, the very moment he came up with this impulsive plan.
Should he say it was the most tempting then? Tempting to escape the exhausting, cacophonous environment that was now his permanent adobe. Tempting to indulge in an extended excursion from the new normal. This new normal of residing in an almost suffocating enclosed dorm with the most... questionable of ‘ideal’ of classmates.
An excuse of temptation seemed to provide a valid reason for his side of the argument if - or should he say when - his actions were discovered. The reasons were convincing enough and he highly doubted anyone would question them when they had already long since deemed Bakugou Katsuki as the resident angsty and impulsive teenager.
(Truthfully, it was the only excuse he was willing to give or conceive now that his inner desperation for some sort of - still definitively foreign - freedom threatened to breach the walls of his carefully crafted facade.)
