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It'd help you relax.

[Most of what Midoriya gets through the course of Pokemon is grumbling and complaining that he knows what he's doing. Just because it's Pokemon doesn't mean he'd swear off ever touching it.

Everything is sit-back-and-relax until it's time to catch, and then he's sitting up with Midoriya still lounging on top of him, trying to toss in a small space with the same fervor he typically uses for everything else in his life.

There's a lot of cussing, though not loud. (Maybe once, on accident, when he's surprised by those damn gambling fucks using instant KO moves.) Most of the hiss and bite is muffled in Midoriya's beanie. Honestly, he's not bad at the strategy of it, even if he can occasionally get frustrated.]

You're fucking hesitating, Deku. Cut that shit out. Throw it when I throw it, or we're not gonna get any "excellents."

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Probably'd want a whole bottle at this point.

[ Midoriya's tone is rueful but not upset; it's just a few hours and then they're landed and everything is fine. It's not the easiest game to play while sitting but after a few moments of fiddling he figures out that if he holds the angle of the paddle just right he can just flick his wrist. ]

Kacchan, look, just keep it flat when it starts and you can do this - [ And he demonstrates, a much more conservative flip. ] I think it's the gyros in this; if it's level when you start it you only have to flick it a little.

[ He's been watching how those shit throws went and thinks he has a system down; it's debatable if Bakguou's going to listen right away, but hey. They're both trying. ]

It's going to be warmer there, from what I saw. [ He does a quick calculation for what mid-80s-90s is, and nods; that's probably as good as it gets for Bakugou, really. ] Yow you know there's a superhero exhibit happening there? I thought about going to see it tomorrow, if we're not too busy.

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I'd love to see you take a whole fucking bottle of rum, shrimp.

[But Midoriya isn't scrawny like in middle school. There's enough weight and muscle to get rid of any notion of being a lightweight. Just one more thing to rival about honestly.]

Shut up. I'm doing it. [Gently, he pushes against Midoriya with his arm, using his other to flick the wrist and sling the ball. Even if Midoriya is right, Bakugou isn't going to admit it.] I've got it, damn. [With help.]

Yeah, okay. [Hm. Probably the only reason he agreed is "hero" was included in "exhibit." While Midoriya fudges around, he takes a minute to check the weather on his phone.] Holy shit, thirty-two degrees. Is the exhibit indoors? A museum?

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[ Absolutely the wrong thing to say to him because despite being sleepy as all hell Midoriya gives him a look and is clearly debating the best way to make that happen if he wanted to. ]

Get me a bottle of rum when we land, then.

[ Some people want nice presents, Midoriya apparently wants to kill himself with some alcohol that he doesn't need just to prove a point to Bakugou. Flawless. Another few throws and Midoriya rolls his eyes when he notices it is going better. He's not going to say that he was right bbbbut. }

It's indoors/outdoors from what I saw? Mostly in, though. They have some old golden age costumes on display along with a bunch of other items.

[ He's... already seen it when the tour was in New York but he wants to take Bakugou to it. ]

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Fine. I'll get you a damn bottle of rum.

[But maybe he'll hope Midoriya forgets. He craves seeing Midoriya lose at drinking, craves seeing Midoriya prove him wrong, but more than anything, more than he'll tell ever, he doesn't want to see Midoriya get hurt.

He'll claim there's too much as stake for that. One for All, a legacy. But it's more than that, obviously. Their little conversation in the bedroom proved as much.] As long as it's not fucking crowded, I don't care. [The enjoyment other than seeing hero shit will be... going with Midoriya. Seeing Midoriya's dumbass, delighted face when the man sees them on display despite having seen them a thousand times.]

What else are you doing? You know that woman told us not to be doing a bunch of shit. We're supposed to, like, fry on the beach or whatever.

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[ It's probably going to be a bottle of rum for both of them because if Midoriya's drinking then it's not like Bakugou's going to just hang out and stay sober for no reason, but that's not a problem. Shameless, Midoriya plops his cheek onto Bakugou's chest again after adjusting his position, his arm threatening to cramp from how he was holding it. ]

That woman has a name you know.

[ Bakugou's right, but Midoriya also knows them. They'll be in a hotel for a day or two, maybe, before it gets to be absolutely mind-numbingly boring and they'll have to go out. There's only so many times they can go to a beach, right? They'll have to do something fun that isn't...well, fucking endlessly in a hotel.

He's not opposed to that, though he absolutely cannot let himself think about it while they're on a flight or Bakugou's going to suggest the bathroom and Midoriya will perish from embarrassment. His wrist flicks in time with Bakugou's and another pokemon is caught. ]

Hey, Kacchan. Let me take you to dinner.

[ A Date. A date that's not cheesesteaks. ]

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Potts.

[God. Stop correcting his shitty behavior. (Don’t.) He gives Midoriya a look, but continues on with what he’s doing without any comment. At least to Pep’s face, Bakugou has some level of respect.

But it’s the declaration that makes him stumble with the next toss. The ball goes wide and plinks on the ground and vanishes. Bakugou is already staring like Midoriya has three heads. Two too many.] What...? [It sounds sweetly stupefied, not as if he’s angry. More... he can’t wrap his head around why Midoriya would spoil him when he acts the way he does sometimes.

The offer is... endearing. And a bit daunting. A Midoriya meal. A date.] What are you gonna even cook? Why?

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[ He resists the urge to be smug at getting Bakugou to correct his behavior but he can't quite swallow back the idiotic grin. He can be trained.

The offer is a little bit calculated; they're moving forward in what's the relationship equivalent of baby steps. The last thing he wants is to overwhelm Bakugou because where he can be brave in some circumstances and push forward, it's not a matter of his bravery he needs to focus on. Pushing too far might scare him away rather than the alternative but maybe they're past that point.

...Then again, they've said I love you, so maybe he's worrying and overthinking for no reason. Bakugou sends the ball wide and starts staring and Midoriya meets his eyes, daring to squeeze his thigh. ]

I don't know, what do you want to eat? [ The why gets another little shrug as he mulls over the answer to go with. Quieter, private, just for Bakugou: ] Because I love you?

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Don’t... be fucking stupid...

[It’s all he can think to say to an announcement of what is clear between them: this is love. He clears his throat with a grunt and looks back at the Switch because his face is starting to heat up along the edges.] I dunno. I want... [He isn’t sure what he wants. He misses food from home, a lot of the more traditional meals, the things America doesn’t specialize in the same way unless it’s at an authentically owned place.]

Fucking surprise me. You’re a nerd. I know you can come up with something.

[Red eyes cut a look at Midoriya from the side. He tosses again, this time hitting it on the nose with the flick of the wrist Midoriya showed him earlier. He may despise getting critique from a rival, but he trusts Midoriya’s brains, and so he takes it. Runs with it. Doesn’t acknowledge it.]

How about you make something you’re gonna eat with me. So it’s gonna be something I fucking like and something you fucking like.

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You don't be stupid.

[ There's no heat to his words, but there's plenty to be had in Bakugou's cheeks, apparently. Midoriya settles his cheek back on Bakugou's shoulder with a little hum and they're back to playing Pokemon while Midoriya tries to think about what to make. There are a ton of options but if he's going to do something then it has to be good. Not just good but great, because they're both probably a little homesick at this point. ]

Alright. I'll find something good.

[ Curry, maybe. They can get decent sushi on the water so that's out. Maybe noodles? Almost anything can be made ridiculously spicy for better or for worse (if they get into some kind of nightmare contest) so it's just a matter of figuring out what's available.

The rest of the flight is uneventful; Midoriya grabs at Bakugou's knee when their plane shudders as it hits the ground, but otherwise they get off and pick up their bags without issue. The hotel they're staying in is absurdly nice; Midoriya wonders if this is an American-Tony Stark thing or if it's it's normal so he texts Todoroki and Yaoyorozu the hotel and waits for a response while they wait to get their keys.

The moment they're in, though, he settles both bags and flops face-first onto the bed with a groan, legs hanging off the end of the bed. Lifting his head, he ignores his beanie starting to slide into his face. Through a yawn: ]

Kacchan, how big is the bathroom? Is there a bath?

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[Being so accustomed to New York, Bakugou gets a soft slap when they get off the plane to warmth. He didn’t realize how much he craved the heat until they landed in a place with it, how much he had conditioned himself to love it since he needed to sweat to work his explosive magic. It’s glorious. Midoriya catches him stopped outside waiting for the uber, hand on the rolling bag, the duffle slack in his other hand.

His eyes are closed and his head tipped slightly; a cat sunning. There has only been this much serenity on his face maybe twice in his life. It’s so very jarring to see this kind of peace on him, however brief it lasts. Who kidnapped Katsuki Bakugou, and what alien is this here?

Midoriya gets a kind of “say something, I dare you” look after he comes to, but Bakugou doesn’t comment and continues on as if he hadn’t been standing handsomely in the sun in a fitted black tanktop. Honestly, there’s no reason he should look this good as shitty as he is most of the time.

On the ride, maybe his leg stretched ridiculously far enough over to brush Midoriya’s occasionally. His head keeps looking out the window.

The hotel is so lavish. He snorts when it comes into view, scoffs when they go inside, and clucks his tongue when they’re in the room.] You’ve gotta be fucking with me... [How did this fuck have so much money? Right. Weapons.]

Ugh. [His voice echoes in the expanse of the bathroom.] Fuck off with this shit. Don’t Americans know anything about being conservative? There’s so much extra wasted fucking real estate in here! And why do they put the damn toilets in the same goddamn room! I hate it. [He comes back out scratching the back of his head irritably.] Good thing there’s fucking two.

Who has a guest bathroom in a damn hotel!!

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[ He can't stop thinking about how good Bakugou looked outside, like he was soaking up all of the sun now that they were free of the drizzly, dreary weather of the East coast. Midoriya knows he loves Bakugou. He hasn't questioned that since he's said it the first time but it still hits him sometimes during moments like that where he wants to clutch his chest but it's too obvious. Love is, objectively, the worst. ]

Maybe later.

[ It's slurred into the pillow he's got his face mashed into, a half-joke as he waits for Bakugou to do the same exact thing Barkugou does when she's in a new area. A few laps, some examinations, and then maybe she'll come over and curl up on his lap and chastise him for bringing her somewhere new. He stifles a giggle into the pillow and then begins the arduous process of trying to get his boots off without moving more than his legs. ]

Wait - wait what? We have two bathrooms? Are you sure it's not just an extra sink?

[ WHO NEEDS TWO BATHROOMS ]

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There's a goddamn toilet in the second one. [Just so his point stands. 1.5 baths is still too much bath for Bakugou who is use to a toilet room and then a washroom. Please send assistance.

And Midoriya isn't wrong. He's exactly like Barkugou, like a cat or a dog in new territory. He has to casually prowl around the perimeter of the place, checking things out, seeing what's all there. Protective nesting maybe?

Finally, he comes sauntering around. Of course Midoriya would be tossed on the bed face-first. He huffs through his teeth, low, an almost click of the tongue again.] Don't put your nasty feet up there where we gotta sleep. [For added effect, he momentarily grabs one of Midoriya's ankles with a hand, squeezing it.] What are you doing?

If you're napping, I'm finding something to do.

[But not before he plants his knee on the edge of the bed and hefts himself up--and flops right down on top of Midoriya's back without any sort of warning.]

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[ Well, that's...something. He's not sure what it's good for but the hotel is massive and Midoriya's half-listening to him prowl about. They're high enough up that they probably have a decent view of the water which everyone else will be excited about. He'll have to take lots of pictures and send them before everyone else gets on his case and Bakugou gets annoyed. ]

Nothing? [ The tone lilts at the end as Midoriya finally gives up on shoving off the red high tops and just kind of lets his legs hang over until Bakugou's hand curls around an ankle and holds. ] I'm not napping, I'm just -

[ It doesn't matter what he was doing because a moment later the bed shifts under him and Bakugou flops down onto him. All the air gets shoved out of him and he groans in protest, slapping back against Bakugou's thigh. ]

Kacchaaaaan. [ He lifts his head enough to give the other man a baleful look, then flops back. ] Do you want to get food? Or go exploring around the hotel? There are a bunch of places nearby.

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[For some time, Bakugou simply lies there on Midoriya's back, unmoving and not speaking. He burrows his face against the back of Midoriya's warm neck just against the start of the shorn hairline, and he doesn't sniff so much as inhale Midoriya's scent while breathing. Clean and masculine, a little fruity.]

Mn. Dunno.

[Bringing his head back up some, he props his chin at the curve of Midoriya's shoulder. He's awake, but he lids his eyes for the time being and shows no signs of getting off the other man.]

Why do I always gotta fucking pick? [Clearly because he's picky, but whatever, Bakugou.] You pick for once.

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[ It's exactly because Bakugou's picky. Midoriya doesn't sigh though he really, really wants to and instead tries to figure out what the best option would be based on their location. They can drop everything off in the hotel and go wandering and it's warm enough they don't need jackets. Maybe snacks first, then, something along the way and they go to the beach. That lets them explore at their own pace without having to worry about huge crowds and the potential for irritation that comes from them. He's not muttering, exactly, but it's clear that he's thinking furiously about six thousand different options.

Of course, that also means Bakugou has to get up but he's laid out over Midoriya's back , breathing soft and even at the nape of his neck. His skin prickles in response and Midoriya's left squirming a little, reaching a hand back to pat at whatever is closest. ]

Let's go explore. We can stop and get something quick on the way and check out the beach and on the way back we can stop by a store and get supplies for dinner?

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[His head, his neck and some of his shoulder. He butts the reaching, petting hand when it begins its adventure, tilting his head so the palm and fingers trickle over the side of his face before he buries it again in Midoriya's neck.]

Fine. [It's lowkey and he's not subjected to a crowd of people that'd make him annoyed after being on a long flight.] Get up then.

[Bakugou shifts, but doesn't... get off Midoriya yet. His lips brush two kisses on the back of Midoriya's neck, one high and one low at the edge of the shirt collar. And then he finally slides off to his feet and stands up. His lower back cracks as he stretches.]

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[ Not the most helpful but Midoriya's fond all the same. He can't move with the heavy weight of the other man on him, but it doesn't matter because moments later there are two terribly sweet kisses against the sensitive skin of his neck and Midoriya buries his face into the bed with a groan. ]

That's not fair, Kacchaan.

[ When he rises up, his cheeks are pink and he pokes one finger into Bakugou's chest before stretching as he walks to go find out where he'd dropped his shoes. ]

Is there anything here that you want to see? [ Neither of them necessarily want to be here but Midoriya doesn't want to monopolize this either. ]

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It's fair.

[How much unfair shit has Midoriya done to him since they've met in New York? And before New York? Yeah, thanks. Pink cheeks are FAIR.] It's just some islands, so. [Like a dog, Bakugou follows Midoriya out for the shoes. It feels strange not having to also thing about everything else they needed in New York: a jacket (or two), gloves, long-sleeves.]

I already get to see what I came to see. [This he doesn't even turn around to look at Midoriya when he says it. He continues to sit and pull his shoes on, tying them casually.] So I don't really give a shit what else you drag my ass to look at, Deku.

[The words are prickly, but not delivered rudely in tone. They're sincere. What he came to America for... he already sees every moment of every day just about.]

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[ Midoriya shoots him a narrow-eyed dubious look in response but doesn't argue it even if he really, really wants to. It takes him a moment to shove his feet into his beat up red high-tops but once they're laced tight, he shoves his wallet into his back pocket and eyes himself in the mirror for a moment, adjusting his tanktop after some examining. ]

Somewhere new? [ He's mulling over the different things that they've seen so far trying to figure out what it is that he's talking about and then it hits him. It's Midoriya. His face is flaming and without another word he goes to his knees behind Bakugou and winds both arms around him fiercely, a quick hug that ends as soon as it begins. ]

I know I've said it but I really am glad that you came. It wasn't...the bad sort of lonely, it was exciting, I guess, but it was weird. Not being around everyone. So, thank you.

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[Stupid Deku. Somewhere new. As if Bakugou gives a rat's ass about wasting his time seeing new places. Well, sort of. He's embarrassed, but hides it well while tying his shoes up until Midoriya tumbles on him from behind.

The heat immediately rises to his face. He doesn't shrug Midoriya off, but he also doesn't scramble to keep it there. And he won't glance back, not until most of the redness has died down to a soft, pink flush. Even then, it's only a short glance of red eyes over his shoulder.] I said I came for the damn resume... [He tightens the lace, pauses, then finally twists a bit to look back.

It's clear the reason is a mask for one Midoriya already knows. He won't meet Midoriya's eyes for a few seconds is why, like he's steeling himself so he gives nothing away when he lifts them.]

Don't thank me, dammit.

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[ He's already said it a thousand times since Bakugou landed so he won't beat the horse to death further but Bakugou just came out with you're what I came here to see and Midoriya's stomach is full of butterflies. The least he can do is make sure he thinks Bakugou for it and gets him just as embarrassed, okay. ]

Too late.

[ Now standing over him and looking down, Midoriya winds a big hand into Bakugou's hair sliding it from the nape of his neck up to the curve of his skull. It's gentle, but then his hand curls into his hair just a little bit and tugs him up so Midoriya can press a kiss that starts sweet and ends borderline filthy, licking into Bakugou's mouth, dragging his teeth over Bakugou's bottom lip as he pulls back. He's flushed again, sure, but it still feels like a victory. His hand draws out of Bakguou's hair and one final kiss on his forehead before Midoriya grins. ]

Race you downstairs.

[ Bye!!!! ]

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[Shit. A racing, hot thrill shoots through him the moment Midoriya's fingers tangle in his hair. The starting kiss is too sweet. It brings the heat back to his face even if he accepts it regardless.

But when it turns dirty, his face gets red from something more than embarrassment. Stretching his arm up, he grabs the back of Midoriya's neck to keep the mouth there and taking from him. He can't believe they just got in, and Midoriya is riling him up.

His hand moves down to curl into the thick strap of the tank top. He chases the hot, wet mouth until it's too far to reach, and he's left stunned and aroused and breathless while Midoriya pecks him on the forehead. Shit. He can't even hold onto Midoriya he's so flustered. The man slips right through his fingers, leaving his voice breaking when he barks a Wait!

Running out he can't do. He has to take a second to shift himself in his damn pants, and scramble to make sure he has his stuff, and run out the door while yelling,] Hey!!

Did you get the damn room key, Deku, you shithead!

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[ He wants to kiss Bakugou any and every chance he gets. The little moments of casual intimacy are so nice that he tries to do it as often as he can when he's thinking about it, but he's also just as much of an asshole as Bakugou can be which means that they aren't always sweet, soft kisses. Sometimes they're like that, burning hot, leaving him wanting for more. Midoriya's halfway down the hallway when Bakugou runs out the door and he doesn't stop but does toss a grin over his shoulder before heading for the stairs. ]

In my pocket!

[ Letting Bakugou catch him is the absolute last thing he should do; if he does they'll probably wind up back inside because Midoriya is terrible at saying no. Instead, he waits downstairs, the scent of ozone lingering around him after the use of his quirk to get there all the faster. He's bouncing on the balls of his feet eagerly, hand shoved in his baggy shorts as he waits for Bakugou to come out the door. ]

Pick a direction, Kacchan.

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[Damn this brat. It's awful and a turn on all at once to have Midoriya be confident and sassy and assertive. He loathes it. Almost crushes his foot in the door shutting it and stumbling out for the chase.

And he does chase--at first. Until he notices that Midoriya boosts away, and then he decides to take his time. Force Midoriya to wait on him downstairs. He could take the elevator and be faster, but he's petty, and he takes the stairs.

Comes out the end of them as casually as possible, hands shoved down into his pockets and posture slouched. Outside, he squints and glances each way, around.] Right. [From one of the pockets, he pulls out a pair of sharp, athletic sunglasses which he slides over his eyes. Which means Midoriya's cute face is reflected in them.]

Let's go.