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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. ]

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Mnn. [Since the two of them don't say their names enough to each other, Bakugou probably won't ever get use to hearing Katsuki come out of Midoriya's mouth. It gives him both goosebumps and a flushed face. (Which he will blame on the sun.)] It isn't my fault you're a damn crybaby.

[But he loves it. That part (one part) of Midoriya. Being emotionally. He's emotionally, too, though not in the same way. Midoriya cares about other people, and Midoriya can cry at the drop of a hat. Bakugou can't ever squeeze tears out unless he really means it.

He folds his hand out and hooks his fingers, almost like he plans to give Midoriya his, what, one bag, but instead, he tries to finagle some of Midoriya's bags away.] Give it. You bought too much shit. We didn't fucking agree on buying so much shit we couldn't carry it fucking back to the damn room, you know. [He doesn't mind. He likes this about Midoriya, too.

How much Midoriya loves his friends, seeing them happy.] Someone's gonna fucking steal it while we're walking around. [Not that Bakugou wouldn't C4 them straight to Mars if they tried.]

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[ Outside of slurring it into a pillow during sex he still hasn't said Katsuki very much. Each time feels like it's equal parts adventure and a little terrifying like he's doing something that's vaguely...what, illegal? He knows it's not of course. It's not illegal because they're dating, they're in love and together in a new place and Midoriya could do something dumb and domestic with him like grocery shopping and call his given name across aisles and it'd be normal. Weird.

The wiggled fingers get a dubious look as Midoriya eyes them and then Bakugou's face with amusement curling his lips up. With all the dignity he can muster.] I have generations of strength enhancements helping me carry "so much shit" Kacchan, I think I can handle it.

[ What he wants is to reach out and grab Bakguou's hand, to curl their fingers together hot and a little sweaty and to walk down the street like it doesn't matter but he also knows better. A compromise; Midoriya purses his lips and blows him a kiss before walking back down the street, ridiculous sunglasses perched on his nose. ]

Are you hungry? I'm kinda hungry actually. [ HE'S ALWAYS HUNGRY this isn't really new or shocking. ]

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Sassy bastard. If you think I won't--

[Oh. That sure is a damn kiss. His face heats up instantly, and his eyes dart back and forth as if he's scared someone is going to have seen it. Not that he cares about being gay. It isn't the gay that worries him, it's the embarrassment of having Midoriya love him without shame. Christ.

He shoves Midoriya in the back of the shoulder with his own, following along.] When aren't you fucking hungry? [Metabolism out the roof. Big enough to eat an ox. Bakugou can't say much, but he's never as hungry as Midoriya, even sweating all the time.] I can eat, I guess.

[From behind the shades, his eyes skim and scan the street ahead of them.] I wanna get something near the beach. [Which is Bakguou talk for asking, essentially, and saying he wants to hang by the breezy ocean, eating shitty American stand food.]

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You're gonna what, Kacchan.

[ Emboldened, now, Midoriya laughs loud and open as he's shoved forward and picks up the pace, his bags of gifts held in one hand so he has the other free to hold his phone and figure out exactly where they ought to turn to go to the waterfront. It's not like the ocean is hidden or anything, but directions always help. ]

Okay, this way then.

[ Midoriya leads them to a fenced in area off the beach and sidewalk, a series of food trucks brightly colored and scattered throughout the square with plenty of options to choose from. There are a fair number of people but for mid-day it's not too bad. Plunking his bags down in one spot he perches and gestures at all of them, scanning to see what looks good. ]

If you wanna set your stuff down I'll watch it! Just get me something that looks good.

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[Perfect. It's perfectly planned and he hadn't even planned it. As soon as Midoriya makes the mistake of putting the bags down, Bakugou swoops in to scoop them all up in an iron grip.]

I don't fuckin' think so. I'm watching the damn bags. [He's like a stone wall, unmovable, in the lines of his face at the edges and the way he holds his rolling, broad shoulders.] Get me nachos. Not the plain shit. The ones with the peppers and onions and steak strips.

[He's giving Midoriya a commanding look even if his eyes are obscured by the shades.] Go on. I'll punch your teeth in if you sass me. [It's also to get Midoriya to go away. (Again.) Bakugou prefers doing things in secret which often give him the element of surprise. It helps him not be embarrassed about doing lovey shit, especially to Midoriya.]

What're you still standin' here for?

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[ Midoriya's pretty smart but he's also an idiot. He pulls out his wallet and eyes Bakugou for a moment like he's weighing it but ultimately, his stomach rumbles and they can fight about bags later. ]

You gotta put them down eventually.

[ He Knows. Midoriya points at him and then wanders off with a put-upon sigh so he can go get them food. He gets nachos for Bakugou only after he finds a place that does some sort of sushi burrito which sounds good. That way, the nachos won't get soggy while he orders. Midoriya notices it more and more when he focuses, little moments where one or the other will try and do something, like they're rounding life off in the other's favor if they can. He's not going to point it out and instead lets the simple pleasure of it sizzle in his chest like one of Bakugou's explosions, coming back with an absurd amount of food on a tray.

Bakugou's nachos are plunked onto the table for him while Midoriya unwraps his 'sushirito' and offers it to him, too, for a bite. May as well go all in with it. ]

It's salmon. If you wanted. [ Daring, he reaches over and steals a chip, licking cheese off his finger. ]

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[When Midoriya wanders off for the food, Bakugou actually wanders off, too. He vanishes completely for a short while, but ends up back in nearly the same spot with the bags by the time Midoriya gets back with the food.

The unfortunate part is his hands are full. So Midoriya gets the bratty Bakugou leaning over to chomp a bite out of the offered sushirito. He only takes a few seconds to chew, already jerking his head at the direction of the ocean.] Don't fuckin' sit down. Come on.

Bring the damn food. [His eyes snap down to the nacho box, then back up to watch the chip go straight into Midoriya's mouth. A kind of playful, but well-meaning growl bubbles in the back of his throat.] That's fucking mine, you asswipe. Don't eat my damn food! [Look. Midoriya offered his own! No one said the nachos were fair game.] Tch.

[Whatever. He turns to lead the way, hands full of the bags. He takes them down the side-to-side cement ramp and out onto the hot, sandy beach. Near the back under some palm trees and a lattice full to the brim with tropical flowers, is an oversized hammock. The little table adjacent has three things on it: a bottle of rum and two shot glasses.

Bakugou drops the bags gently into the soft sad on one side, both hidden from others and in view for them. Then he glances at Midoriya to try to see what's on the other man's face.]

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[ Wait what? Midoriya doesn't protest the bags because his hands are full if he carries the food, condiments and the water he got for them to split, but he gives them and then Bakugou a narrow-eyed stare for a moment. He'll get them back, don't think he didn't notice. ]

Kacchan, a hero always shares especially when you're sharing with the person who bought it- [ Another chip just to spite him before he picks up the pace to match Bakugou's, pushing his sunglasses into his hair. His teasing fades into something else, distracted as his phone tries to give muted directions from his pocket. Apparently, Bakugou knows where they're going, though, because he's leading with purpose and each step is progressively more confusing. ]

Hey, where are we going? [ You're lucky he's still easily distracted, not always by things but by himself. Sure, he'd taken a while to get food but there were a ton of options (and okay maybe he got a little distracted texting photos to the group chat for the really weird stuff or bad puns) but maybe Bakugou'd found some better place to sit or maybe he wanted to hit the post office to mail off some of the presents now rather than have to carry them back. That'd be convenient at least, even if it really wasn't any trouble to carry the bags. He could probably carry Bakugou pretty easily, but then, he was pretty muscled and muscles were dense. (It was also easier to pick up things that didn't move or potentially try to blow you up for trying.

He's lost enough in his own thoughts that when Bakugou stops, he stumbles, righting himself with a little twist, bouncing carefully on the balls of his feet to keep from spilling anything. Is this a restaurant, or- ]

Oh.

[ He's watching Bakugou with wide eyes, settling the food down onto the table, nearly knocking over a shotglass in his distraction. He rights it, cursing under his breath and then turns back to Bakugou. Each step is deliberate until they're just close enough that it's clear he's barely holding back touching him. Scarred hands flex and slide from out of his pockets, back in and repeat. He's not crying, yet, but it's probably because he can't settle on which of a thousand emotions to settle on right now. ]

Kacch- [ MMM NO. Lower, more deliberate and a little raw, freckles standing out in stark contrast against the pink of his cheeks.] Katsuki.