[Bakugo jerks his head back and holds the cup away from him as if it's a personal offense. Lips curled in a sneer of disgust, red eyes wary about even bringing that piss to his mouth again.]

You could've said something about it being medical! [Gross. At least he wouldn't have taken it in expecting the usual mellow soothe of a normal breakfast tea. Bakugo tilts the cup again and takes another testing sip of bitterness. Guh, like drinking a fucking forest puddle.]

They don't collect tea leaves from the ground, idiot. [Definitely not leaf litter. Even if ol' Mutt Ears is technically right in one view. Leaving that on the table, Bakugo returns to his omelette half to try and cleanse his tongue and knock off the headache threatening his mush behind his eyes.]

Tch, I'm not some drunk dumbass. Blame the shitty resort for dumping us in bed together. It does that. [Fair warning as he crunches into some toast.]