[In palette, they're similarly dressed. Charlie's now green-splattered shirt was once a white button down fastened to the collar. Tucked into a pair of black slacks, he'd looked as much a casual businessman as Bakugo does a rebel.

A bully himself, Charlie recognizes the vitriol behind the way he's jostled - it'd normally make him smile in irrepressible satisfaction, but this situation has gotten out of hand.

He'll remember the feeling, though, to seek out again later.

Now, he ducks his eyes behind the crook of his elbow to avoid the sight of Bakugo's next explosion. The others have all been sputtered with at least plausible purpose, but this one looks like a temper tantrum.

Which only makes Charlie want him more. Want him how? He hasn't thought that far, all he knows is this is the tell-tale beginning of a true power struggle.] Of course I stopped moving, you GRABBED ME!

What kind of guy protects someone by usin 'em as a shield, huh!? You owe me - get over here!! [Fast, Charlie is not, but he is deft. He closes the distance with a long stride and reaches for the boy's wrist - if he manages to grab it, the grip is uncannily strong.]