[ Well, Makoto doesn't seem anything more than mildly exasperated at worst, so clearly the exceptionally minor display of power wasn't too bad. Kazuya nods, jamming his hands into his pockets this time, only to pause for a second afterward.

... Normally when he goes shopping with people, hes the designated bag boy.

But Makoto is already walking away, and he gives a sort of lurching start to catch the few steps between them up. ]

Do you want me to carry your stuff?

[ Again, he feels like he knows the answer, that Makoto will once more deny any sort of help, and honestly it's not like the shirts he's carrying are probably that heavy anyway, but... It feels odd, to not at least offer. ]

I'd offer to send them to your room, but I've never been, and don't know the layout.