[Bakugo turns a glare onto the stagehand for daring to talk to him right now. He was obviously busy with someone else! Who the hell goes around interrupting other people's conversations with that shitty grin slapped all over his face?! Minus one stunner of a revelation. Glare of annoyance turns into one of ire, brows arching and eyes widening.]

The hell do you mean "fatal", dammit?! [Goddammit! Another one of the hotel's "amazing" ideas to force sex by threatening someone else's fucking life!] If you knew that, burn the entire forest down!! Who put those fucking things on set anyways?!

[The director should've been made aware of that danger as well, before someone else gets puffed in the face by one! He would've brushed it off as nothing but "set lore" for the script, but this isn't scripted or on set. It's an actual problem.

Bakugo swings his arm to the side with a growl, gesturing towards the set he came from.] Touch him and I'll kill you. Go tell the fucking director about the flowers and get rid of them! Before someone else gets drugged!

[Then back to Minato.] Get up. We're going.