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[Bakugou isn't sure if the loud drum in his ear is his own heart pounding or the pounding of Midoriya's through the chest. He supposes they may be in synch, and the thought heats up his face so he keeps it hidden under Midoriya's chin and against the collar.

It takes a minute or two for him to catch his breath, level it out. His entire body aches, though it may not ache as much as it will tomorrow, he knows, not after the bath and the rub down of his ass and thighs.

Finally, he lifts his head up and props his chin on Midoriya's chest, peering up over Midoriya's jaw with a pair of lax red eyes.] You're gonna have t'fucking shower again. [At least it'll be quick. He probably should, too.]

And fix the fucking bed. At least fix the pillow you got dirty.

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pacifisting

Yeah, that's your fault.

[ Midoriya cracks his eyes open again just enough to look down his nose at Bakugou, but there's no heat or irritation to it, just lazy contentment as he lies there, listening to the sound of Bakugou's breathing evening out. His own does after a few moments and a yawn hits him fiercely, leaves him stretching again what little he can with all the weight on his body. ]

The bed, the coffee table, the pillows.

[ That's going to be...so much money... God, why. Midoriya groans quietly and drags a hand over his face, torn between sheepish and resigned and his hand pushes messy, sweat-slick curls off of his forehead. ]

Hey, Kacchan. [ Wait, wait, he can DO THIS now. He can say it as much and as obnoxiously as Bakugou calls him idiot!!! ] I love you.

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dynamight

[It was kinda partially his fault, so all Bakugou can do is grunt dismissively. He doesn't seem at all worried about the destroyed coffee table, or the disorderly bed and dirty pillows.

In fact, he kind of cracks the hint of a smirk.

Except it quickly dies the most sudden death at the last words, and his face ignites easily on the peak of his cheeks, red and flushed. No. NO. Midoriya can NOT do this now at all. NONE.] What the fuck... [Scoffing, he hastily tips his head back down so he can squeeze the side of his head against Midoriya's chest. His red face can't be seen, but whatever, Midoriya can still feel the heat of it anyway.]

New rule, [Muttered.] you fuck, the only time you can say that is when you're coming...

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pacifisting

[ He can totally do this and fluster Bakugou when he's being a dick. It's like having a superpower just to mess with Bakugou and that's almost too much power to have, really.

Terribly pleased with himself, Midoriya fingers the messy fringe of Bakugou's hair when he hides his face, tugging lightly on a little bit pinched between his fingers. ]

Mmm, no. [ He's probably going to be saying it a lot when he comes, too, sure, but he's not going to leave it to just when he comes. ] I've been waiting ages to be able to say this.