[Bakugo's content to stand, not trusting his body heat to get crunched together right now. Sweat's already starting to bead on the side of his face and brow, his heart rate pounds a little faster, and his stomach's shifting. Running back to his room feels like a cowardly thing to do, compared to the alternative, he doesn't want to be out here if shit happens!]

Brainwashing's not a damn joke. [His voice is rough, suggesting he's experienced something like that before. It's never happened to him (he's never fought Shinso and knows how his Quirk works anyways) but he's seen how powerful it is. To have that kind of influence be used like this... It pisses him off. Especially since Esikko's talking from experience.] I'm not gonna give up! This shit won't break me.

[Focus on something else! Not the heat! Not the thoughts. Not Esikko! He can fight this, resist this, outlast the drug until it leaves his body! Good thing the other boy's information is pretty astonishing.]

The hotel?! [They're in a living building?! That sounds like complete bullshit! What's easier to believe? A perverted corporation? Ghosts and spirits? A sentient building? ... He slams his fist against the tree trunk. Great.] Why the hell would a single entity incite a war for power inside itself?

[More just musing, but it's a question at least.]