If Todoroki hadn't still been waking himself up, he might have glared at the other boy a little bit. Yet, he wasn't sure why. He'd seen Bakugo be far more mocking to others than he was being right now. Still, Todoroki wasn't entirely lost to the world in the academic department. Still, what else was he going to do?
"I know." He did. He messed up, and he really shouldn't have. If he were the type to be easily embarrassed, this would have bothered him a lot more. He supposed being handed things in life sort of numbed him to things. He'd always had people trying to be his friend because of his status or the intensity of his quirk. Yet, Bakugo clearly seemed intent on not humoring him at all. It was a weird sort of blessing.
He still felt the guilt, though, in what he'd done to his friends. Or not friends as Bakugo had sort of made clear. The mark was just a glaring reminder, and probably one that Bakugo actively wanted to forget. He nodded, and really, there wasn't anything he could even offer the other boy to help speed up the process. If they'd been home, recovery girl could have easily taken care of him, but, they weren't. Then again, had they stayed home, it would have never happened in the first place.
There was a moment after the question that Todoroki had to wonder if he was actually reading the situation correctly. It was often something he felt he was good at, reading things, though, this wasn't a survival situation where he had to analyze a villain or his terrain. This was Bakugo, and that boy was nothing if not confusing. Still. It was an offer. His body language should have confirmed it.
He hesitated, for reasons he couldn't be entirely sure of, but after an exhale, he moved to step inside the room, dropping his bag near the door before lifting a hand to loosen his tie a fraction. Of course, there was no denying that this was Bakugo's room. He could smell it. That same subtle sweet smell he'd noticed first as a vampire, or whatever he'd been. He hadn't wanted to place how it lingered on his pillows and sheets until he washed them. There was no denying it was just Bakugo, the scent sunk into his things like they had Todoroki's. He wasn't sure what to do about any of it.