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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.

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[ It's only a few moments into waiting that he realizes that Bakugou is making him wait. There's no reason that he should be this slow but the only reason he would be is if he were making Midoriya wait. Jerk. By the time Bakugou's done taking his sweet time getting down there, Midoriya is squinting between doors trying to figure out where he comes out. He doesn't have fancy sunglasses like Bakugou does, but purely obnoxious red and yellow ones perched in a mess of curls. ]

You look nice.

[ He's telling the truth; Bakugou looks brutally, painfully attractive in anything but even worse when he's dressed for summer, arms bare. Utterly unfair. They start off to the right, Midoriya matching his pace to Bakugou's, and blessedly the streets aren't packed. Mr. Stark's ridiculously fancy house is around on the beach somewhere but he doesn't necessarily want to see that because he can imagine how Bakugou will react to another display of ridiculous wealth.

The sidewalk is wide enough they don't have to walk quick and close as they do in New York; it's unpopulated enough that he can walk shoulder to shoulder and look around, drinking all of the sights in between glancing at his phone and their location. ]

There's a hero with a water manipulation quirk who also does an art show during the summer and the park isn't far.

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[Well, if he could preen in public, he probably would. Midoriya really doesn't need to be telling Bakugou, of all people, he looks good. The rest of their peers would groan if they had heard.] Not so bad yourself. [Which is!! muttered!! Because he doesn't want anyone to hear him compliment stupid Deku much less Midoriya hear him give the compliment.]

Great. Art.

[But he's following Midoriya along, shoulder to shoulder, brushing occasionally, so apparently he doesn't think it sounds stupid enough to ditch. If anything, the warm weather boosts his mood more than he'd give it credit. It's nice on his shoulders and the back of his neck where the spikey hairline doesn't quite reach. He's not as freckled as Midoriya, but after being out and (likely) burning in the sun a bit, he's going to be sprouting a few nice dots of frecks on his shoulders.]

Hey. [It's sudden, attention-grabbing. He slaps Midoriya's against the arm with the back of his hand and then points ahead of them at one of the wide windowed stores.] All Might merch! [He turns his hand over and shoves a palm against Midoriya's chest.

And then he takes off without warning and, amazingly, without any taunt too. But maybe zipping away is a taunt all on its own. Mine.]

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[ It's obvious the moment Midoriya hears it: he straightens up in a heartbeat and give Bakugou a big, dumb, happy puppy smile, bumping their shoulders together affectionately. If anyone told him as a child that years later he and Bakugou would be here, doing this, he would have laughed at them. When he was young enough to understand Bakugou's behavior and for it to properly hurt he'd never dared to imagine they would grow like this.

Now, he can't imagine anything different.

Midoiya's probably watching Bakugou more than the road, eyes flicking from the curve of his throat down to the way the tank top fits against him, accentuating all of his favorite places. The hey and push of a hand against his chest startles him out of it, though, and when Bakugou bolts Midoriya trips over his own shoes trying to right himself before he realizes. ]

Kacchan!!

[ JERK. This time Midoriya doesn't use his quirk to catch up; he digs his heel into the ground and rockets forward with his own muscles until he's nearly caught up with Bakugou and then skids to a stop when they reach the massive storefront. He's lost but that's not important when confronted with a slew of hero merch. Huge windows display all manner of items to buy and they're all so different from what's available in Japan that he doesn't know where to look first.

Then, of course, he realizes they can and should go in and he loops around Bakugou to open the door for him, grinning. ]

Hey, do you think they'll have anything of ours or our friends?

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[Listen. Bakugou can be ten, he can be sixteen, he can be forty-four, and he'll still be hell on wheels for All Might, for All Might merchandise. It doesn't matter what happens to the hero, even if it's something he blames himself for--All Might will forever be his favorite one.

For a moment, he lingers at the window packed full of merchandise examples, one hand resting on the glass. Being such an amazing Number One, he thinks he should expect this, and yet... After everything, he can't believe they so easily ran into a place vomiting rivers of All Might.

His eyes unfocus on the window, peering through into the store at the shelves and cases inside. He seems... invigorated. Pulling away, he slides by Midoriya and into the store, reaching up to lift the chrome lensed shades off his eyes and into his fluffy hair, letting his eyes adjust.

It's as amazing as any merchandise store in Japan really; a niche shop full of foreign heroes. Stacked full of new and vintage material, wall to wall covered in posters and fabric scrolls, shelves and shelves.] Shit... [He exchanges a glance with Midoriya before hurrying to begin, starting where they've come in.]

There's gotta be. There's no fucking way--we're pro.

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[ They have to bring things back now. Midoriya was already planning on it, sure, but now looking at all of this he knows he has to bring back anything and everything he can for their friends. For All Might. Midoriya follows at a pace that's just as excited, looking around as he tries to somehow look at everything all at once. ]

They have some stuff from home they probably imported. Some countries have specific licensing rights to different categories so there are probably some exclusive items here. Did you leave room in your suitcase? I suppose we can just ship it back. Maybe just back home, really, even if that'll be a little more expensive but -

[ Hm HM HMMM. Midoriya starts pawing through a box of random, vintage things and delicately tugs out something that looks like it came from a Happy Meal. It's All Might, though the yellow of his hair and the angles are a little faded, the plastic softer with age and wear. He has one just like it at home, though it's in pristine condition, just in a different outfit. All Might figure in hand, he moves to the next area, looking through posters and then onto a shelf where he finds familiar orange and green.

Low and urgent:]

Kacchan.

[ BOXING GLOVES BUT THEY'RE HIS GRENADES THIS RULES. ]

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[They're really cool, honestly, but he doesn't even hear Midoriya. He's standing nearby between two diagonal island shelves, facing the wall of shelves standing full of hero assortment. From one side to the other is maybe a foot at best, but it's squeezed tight with so much random merchandise of their friends. Ingenium, Uravity, Tsukuyomi--

Slowly, he reaches out to let the tips of his fingers feel the stiff red spikes of Unbreakable Red Riot. The smile on his face is deadly faint and more of a smirk, but it's there mostly in his eyes and the edges of his face.

His beautiful, strong, idiot friend. The one hard enough to have sat beside him at his worst without being disgusted or afraid. Who came to rescue him with the others. Who grins a mouthful of those ridiculous, stupid teeth just seeing him. It didn't matter if Kirishima was smart; he told Kirishima all that mattered was being able to pummel through without stopping. Kirishima became so relentless.

Nothing else Red Riot is quite as amazing as the hand-painted, twelve inch figure. He'd be a fool if he didn't buy it and take it back. His hand falls again to his side. He would be a fool.]

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[ Midoriya's lost in looking around until he realizes that Bakugou isn't answering him. There's a moment of confusion as he tries to figure out where Bakugou is and then he sees him, sees what he's looking at and oh. It's amazing, really. It's proof they're really where they are, proof that they've clawed their way from a sort of obscurity as children to something relevant, something that merits this.

Kirishima is amazing. Midoriya's known it since they were in class together and he talked to the other hero for the first time. Their relationship might not be as close as Bakugou's but that's fine.

It's when he sees Bakugou's hand fall to the side that Midoriya's mind is made up; he turns abruptly and goes to find the person who runs the shop. One quiet conversation and credit card later, Midoriya tucks the receipt into his wallet and goes back to Bakugou. No one else is in the store and they're hidden by rows of shelves so he dares to come up behind him and hook his chin over a bare shoulder, leaning lightly against him. ]

Find anything cool?

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[Simply, he can't just jump in and run out with the figure. He has to look around the rest of the store, be sure. His eyes shift back and forth along the shelves nearby. There's tons of things of their teachers, too, of teachers from all over Asia and the Middle East.

Midoriya doesn't scare him so much as startle him into focus. He cuts his eyes back, grunts, and then puts his hands into the pockets of his pants. It's very clear what he's standing in front of and why, but he doesn't point it out.] There's a lot of our shit here. [He sounds surprised, but not necessarily modest.] Hey--are those my fucking gauntlets?

[It took him how long? He finally noticed the boxing gloves Midoriya had pointed out previously when trying to get his attention, spying them between the puffs of Midoriya's green hair.]