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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.]

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[ He can if Midoriya BUYS IT FOR HIM like an idiot with no impulse control and too much affection. ]

Mhm! I don't...really think they'd survive if we tried to actually use them for boxing but they are really cool. There's a pair of boots that are like Uraraka's, too, over an aisle. And a scarf that's meant to look like Aizawa's, and some sort of candy that's in a little frog container that I think is supposed to be Tsu's tongue which is kind of gross, honestly but also kind of cool.

[ Peeling himself off of Bakugou's back is a necessity because it's warm in here but also because he hears the door opening again and doesn't want to cause any sort of scene. He hasn't seen any of his own items yet, but hasn't really gone through the whole store, either, too distracted by what he's found already. ]

There's a pair of sunglasses that are your mask and I'm going to get them. [ Said with the air of someone who knows it's obnoxious but he's too pleased to care. Pry these off his dead body, Bakugou. ]

Edited Date: 2019-01-23 05:11 am (UTC)

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[Bakugou's number one plan is to get Midoriya away so he can buy the figurine which has already been bought. Not that he's ashamed of buying things of his friends for his friends, but he's embarrassed at the thought of Midoriya seeing him soft.]

Get 'em then. Put 'em on. Won't ever look as good as I fucking do in them. [It's a taunt. It's a way to get Midoriya to leave for the ridiculous sunglasses because it's always a challenge neither of them can back down from.

He waits until Midoriya is out of sight around some shelving before he grabs up the figurine. In the end, Midoriya will get the last laugh. For now, he wraps it in the crooks of his arms and babies it the long way to the counter, around the opposite side of the store. When Midoriya comes back, he'll be gone, but anyone can spot his fuzzy blonde head bobbing to the register.

The person there must be some kinda otaku, he thinks. They light up with worshipping, amazed recognition when he appears, and then they excitedly try to assure him the figure has already been purchased as opposed to a freebie. (Bakugou As If I Can't Pay Katsuki.)

There's a second or two of him putting it all together. When he realizes, he whips his head and shoulders around to glare even if Midoriya is standing there in his stupid pro hero mock mask shades. He can't believe he's been played this way!! Trying to buy something for his friend!!]

...Deku...

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Obviously.

[ Once, he would have argued, would have made it a competition they both wanted to win just like everything else. Now, he knows different ways to win. Now, it's as easy as a warm little smile and a borderline-purred compliment that's just loud enough for him to hear before he heads off to go buy those sunglasses and a few other knick-nacks for everyone else.

It turns out he wins twice, really, when he comes back with a full basket of goodies for himself and everyone else to get in line. So much for the surprise of it; Bakugou's a little more obvious than he is and Midoriya gives up on subtlety as he heads back over and takes the glare with a sunny smile, Bakugou's shades firmly affixed on his face. In Japanese, innocently, ]

It's a great statue, right, Kacchan? [ his own items are plunked down, the star-struck store owner glancing between the two of them with huge eyes. This time, in English, ] Do you want to take a photo with us?

[ Of course they do, they assure him, and begin ringing up each item, while Midoriya chats just as excitedly with them about what quirk they have since there's no point in being hidden any longer. ]

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[UGH. Double ugh. If he didn't love Midoriya so much, he'd punch the man. Hell, he might even punch Midoriya despite loving him so much.

His chin he keeps tucked down, a bad attempt at hiding the flush to his cheeks, but the sunglasses help some. Standing close enough to Midoriya's side, his hand snakes over and then up so he can clamp a wide, warning palm against the back of Midoriya's neck. It squeezes once, then vanishes.] Pay for your shit, Deku. [It's growled and rumbled lowly at the shell of Midoriya's ear just by the explosive spikes of the sunglasses.

And then he moves off to dig around the store one more last time while Midoriya is finishing up. When he comes wandering back, he has two things he won't let Midoriya see. He'll even growl over his shoulder some if Midoriya tries to peek.

When he's done and turns around, he puts a snapback cap on his own head, turned backward, of course. But it's definitely color-coded for a certain green pro-hero. The front boasts DEKU but Bakugou doesn't talk about it. Instead, he shoves the bag not holding the Red Riot figure into Midoriya's chest. It may or may not be filled with an officially branded Deku t-shirt.

Clearly, Midoriya should wear more of his own merchandise. But also, Bakugou will probably steal it more often than not.]

You had an entire fucking section, you know. It's almost as big as the damn All Might one in the window.

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[ To be fair, Midoriya's aware he'd deserve it okay.

The flush creeps over his cheeks in turn when that hand clamps over the nape of his neck; it's Pavlovian at this point, a little flare of heat curling through him when Bakugou does it because it's possessive and affectionate in equal parts. He probably shouldn't be getting turned on in the fucking hero store though so he swallows harshly and puts the silly sunglasses back on his nose so he can pay.

Admittedly he didn't look super hard for his own merchandise because they can always come back; it's more important to grab things for everyone else as presents and he'd rather have their merchandise if he's buying anything. He takes a few selfies with the cashier and gushes over their quirk which makes them fluster but by the time Bakugou's back and not letting him see, Midoriya's back to bouncing on the balls of his feet anxiously, wanting to know what the hell he's hiding. ]

Let me see-- ah. [ Oh, no. Right in the heart. Midoriya notices the hat and looks in the bag and makes a little noise in the back of his throat, staring at Bakugou and then back at the shirt, hugging it to his chest. ] Kacchan...

[ God it's not fair!!! Midoriya has to look up at the lights a moment and will his eyes to stop burning, full to the brim with the most ridiculous affection for this idiot man he loves. ]

Okay. Okay, let's go before we buy the store.

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[Like Midoriya, Bakugou considers something like this a small victory. The tears of endearment are far better enjoyment now, however, than tears of abuse.

While Midoriya tries to get it together, Bakugou jerks his head at the cashier. He's not quite as totally abrasive as he had been when training under Jeanist, so there's no reason he can't give some wild selfies to be shown off later.

No touching--it's Bakugou--though he does lean in close. Pauses. Reaches up to tap the Snapchat screen and then swipe a finger sideways through the filters. Picks the dumbest one (puppy ears and nose), looks completely straight-faced, and flashes the middle finger despite how many times his manager has told him not to make vulgar gestures in photos with fans. It's a very Bakugou photoshoot. Afterward, he says, "Stay out of trouble," in the most ridiculously accented English.

And now they can get the hell out of the store before they buy everything in sight.] Quit cryin' in public, Izuku. [It's a teasing scold softened by the name. In which Bakugou won't even look at him for anyway.]

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[ Bakugou's abrasiveness is part of his charm, Midoriya thinks. There are plenty of people who love that Bakugou's an asshole in some ways because they think he tells it like he is, and doesn't bother with the fluff.

Others, of course, think he's just a straight jerk but Midoriya doesn't pay them as much mind. They only see one part of Bakugou, they don't see how hard he tries to be better, to be the best, how he's amazing in every single way that counts.

Sliding out of the store with arms laden with more bags than is reasonable Midoriya bumps their shoulders together gently in response. He's wearing those ridiculous glasses and can't stop staring at Bakugou wearing that hat, so in love his whole chest feels like it's going to crack open and spill it out. ]

Quit making me cry in public, Katsuki. [ It's just as teasing, bumping their hips together as he hefts all the bags into one hand and wiggles his fingers at Bakugou in an offer to take his bags, too, even if he doubts Bakugou will ever agree to it. ]