Kiddo, I'm not sparing you shit. If I can't do anything about it, and no one I talk to can do anything about it, I don't want to talk about it.

[Maybe it's not something that Bakugou'd think of, as a reason; Zhao glances at him, corner of his mouth lifting in a half-smile.]

I just need to deal with it.

Anyway. Just so you know -- however I can help?

[He's only batting half-heartedly. This isn't enough to stop Zhao from completing the hairruffle.]

Just ask.