All in all, this wasn't too unusual. Sometimes he found Bakugo in the lounge, or kitchens. A lot of the time the boy was playing loner. Todoroki could understand, their extra courses were usually not a favorite topic for anyone. The thought settled slow like molasses.
Yet, it didn't fully fall into place until Bakugo had opened the door and he started to speak, "It's Saturday." He stared at Bakugo for a good couple of seconds, then past him at the room. He had never really been in Bakugo's room, no reason really, but everyone did know how everyone else decorated their rooms by the point Todoroki knew. That was off. He glanced to the number hanging outside the door. Then back at Bakugo, the realization fully sinking in.
"Oh."
Under normal circumstances, or maybe with anyone but Bakugo it might have been laughed off. Really, the longer he stood there the more he wondered why Bakugo hadn't just automatically slammed the door in his face. He probably should have said something by now. Well, more. Instead, he just slowly looked Bakugo over, trying to figure out what the other boy might be thinking really, but by the time he looked back up toward his face, he lost that trail of thought.