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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.

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[The embarrassment of doing something so sappy is worth the look on Midoriya's face. Heat does stretch its arms up his neck into his cheeks, but he absolutely looks Midoriya in the eye and walks backward into hell. As expected.]

Don't fuckin' say my damn name with that look on your face...

[Lifting his shades up into the puff of his hair, he carefully gives a quick glance around them. There's thankfully only a few people occasionally walking by down by the ocean's edge, and the only other person would be the booth several feet away where he rented the hammock and got the rum. Good.

Turning back, he leans in and plants a rather hilariously chaste kiss on Midoriya's lips. Like a schoolboy kissing their elementary crush.] Dumbass... [Gently, he jerks his head like before, trying to get Midoriya to sit on the edge of the hammock.] Hurry up, I'm starving. [And super embarrassed about this.

Anyway, he starts shifting the table so it isn't too far for them to reach both the food and double drinks. He'll join Midoriya on the hammock edge after climbing out of his shoes and socks, letting him dig his heels in the sand to swing them faintly.]

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[ He's still trying to figure out how the hell Bakugou had time for any of this, how long it was planned. Scarred fingers touch to the place where he'd been kissed, the same motion he makes when he's considering something but this time it's to trace where Bakugou'd pressed. Heavily, he settles into the hammock as instructed and after a moment of sitting dumbly he goes to take his shoes off too. The laces take him a few moments extra but soon he's got his high tops off and bare feet dug into the warmth of the sand.

Now, he's glad he'd gotten coke and water bottles even if he hadn't known there'd be rum to go with them. ]

Did you plan this or was this...just while I was getting food?

[ Gently he cracks open a coke for them to split and then cracks open the rum with a twist of his wrist. There's more privacy here than he expected, too, looking all around as he tries to drink in every single thing about their location, food utterly forgotten until his stomach rumbles. Habit has him offering out the food for Bakugou again even if he has his own nachos. ]

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How would I plan this if we just got here, idiot. [This sounds entirely more affectionate than he'd like for it to sound at all.

His eyes drop to the offered food. What the hell is making Midoriya so stupid? Gently, he turns his head away and shuns the sushirito gift.] Eat it, damn. [He'll, instead, take a small swig of the rum straight from the bottle. It's strong, and he has to hold his wrist over his mouth as he swallows so he's not spitting fire.] There was a sign we passed on the way. [The alcohol has made his voice incredibly, sufferingly attractive and growly.] It said you could rent one of these dumbass hammocks. [See. He might not know English fluently, but he read better than he speaks, and "rent" and "hammock" and "beach" were clue words.]

I came down when you were taking your sweet ass time trying to decide what to eat.

[Finally, a few nachos go into his mouth back to back, carefully, scooped full of meat and veggies. He's hoping Midoriya is too distracted to notice he's leaning gently against the wide, scarred arm and shoulder.]

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I don't know. [ Resigned, whether at himself or Bakugou it isn't clear. ] You're smart, you would figure out a way if you wanted to.

[ God, he really would listen to Bakugou read a text book like this. Even the groupchat would be fine, just as long as it kept that low, growling, raspy quality that made Midoriya's stomach twist itself into knots. Unfair. So unfair. He takes a bite of the sushirito to deal with it and then remembers that he's fucking hungry and takes another, larger bite. It's good, but a little weird which isn't entirely unexpected. ]

I had to show everyone the different - [ Well, Bakugou probably knows if he saw them so Midoriya trails off, licking spicy red sauce off of his thumb when it spills down the next bite. He polishes it off in two more huge bites and brings out the next one, a different mix of fish. Where Bakugou's gentle and unobtrusive about the way he's leaning into Midoriya's shoulder, it's impossible not to notice. Midoriya leans over to grab at the rum and presses a kiss to Bakugou's shoulder as he does it, all nonchalance and casual intimacy.

What does he say to this? Thank you seems...inadequate. It's not as if they have to one-up each other, either, but between the gift-purchases at the store and this, Midoriya knows it's just going to be a week straight of trying to do things for each other in increasingly absurd ways. Tearing into the next burrito's wrapper he forgoes the shotglasses and takes a swig of it, only to swallow harshly and sip at the coke, cheeks red as he fights back the sputters. ]

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Damn right.

[Which is why he snuck off to rent the hammock for a few hours and get the rum Midoriya challenged him to get. The reaction to the hard burn of it pulls a wolfish, entertained grin out on his lips, and he flashes a bit of teeth.] Fucking lightweight. [Not about getting tipsy too fast, but about struggling to suffer the taste when it's not being drank so much.]

It's better than sittin' around on some hard fucking table with people staring.

[It's better for being hidden in the sweet-smelling tropical flowers and shade, warm and content, able to ease his head down and rest his chin along the line of Midoriya's shoulder. His eyes lid. Again, he's like a sunning cat. The breeze fluffs the ends of his hair like a dandelion, but even in the shade, it's so warm. A pleasant warmth. And Midoriya is solid and stable, and the tips of his fingers curl lightly into the edge of Midoriya's shirt near the waist.

With the rhythmic lull of the waves and the rocking of the hammock from the push of his foot, it's nice. It's amazing.]

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[ Like an idiot, he takes a second pull just to prove that he can and swallows harshly. His face doesn't twist in regret but he does sputter a little bit. It's good liquor, so it doesn't burn in the 'this is shitty' way, it's just strong. ]

The shade is a good idea, too. I did bring sunscreen, though.

[ Midoriya finishes off the second burrito and wipes his hands clean after dribbling water onto the napkin, balling it up into the bag. Clean hands mean he's not afraid to twist a little and press further into Bakugou despite the heat, pressing a kiss to the sharp line of his jaw, nosing at it. This is perfect. There's no other word for it, no other way to describe the lingering contentment that's settling into his bones now that he's well-fed, warm and content. ]

Mmm, hang on.

[ He wants to actually lay down in the hammock but doesn't want to spill them so he delicately tries to flop over into it. It's a little graceless but he manages to stretch out and slides a hand up the back of Bakugou's shirt, tracing rough fingers over the small of his back where the waist of his pants settles. ]

This is perfect. [ The hand on Bakugou's back curves around his waist to mirror the motion a moment ago, while his other hand goes for the rum to steal another sip. Lower, private and meant for Bakugou: ] You're perfect.

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[Dammit. Bakugou legitimately grumbles and growls under his breath when Midoriya moves away from supporting his head. Sour, he turns around to face the table and drowsily finish the nachos before they get cold, not wanting them to be wasted. The only noise aside from muffled crunching is the small pop of him having to lick cheese from his fingers.

But maybe he does lean a little back into the wide, calloused hand under his shirt. It makes his body straight a bit. His skin tingles beneath the surface, humming. It's probably OFA zipping back and forth between the two of them, but it feels more like after-sex. Bodies over-stimulated and singing as they settle.]

Shut the hell up... [He has to keep his head tilted away until he isn't as embarrassed. When he's finished with the nachos, he steals the rum to have a swallow, then he puts it out of reach on the table where Midoriya can't keep nursing it. Then he unfurls back sideways over Midoriya's front, letting Midoriya's hand smooth over his belly.] You can get smashed later at the hotel.

[For a long moment or two, he peers at Midoriya's face without any kind of particular expression other than, perhaps, a weird kind of staring affection. He knows every line of Midoriya's face they've been a pair so long, but he drinks it up like he hasn't ever seen Midoriya in his life. Slowly, his head twists to the other side and away, toward the beach. He's quiet, rocking them still with the heels of his feet.]

Deku. [He doesn't glance back. Midoriya can see the movement of his lashes, the shift in the edge of his jaw and cheek.] What do you want? [But he doesn't clarify what he means.]

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[ He feels bad about it, except for the fact that he wants to lure Bakugou into laying onto the hammock with him and that means one of them has to do it first. Besides, food is a good idea and as sweet as it is that Bakugou's distracted with the press of Midoriya up against him, he should eat so the nachos don't get soggy.

Midoriya's content enough to trace the knobs of his spine with lingering fingertips, little flickers of green lightning licking along from his fingers to Bakugou's skin as he works. There's a mole right -- there that he likes to kiss sometimes when Bakugou's shirtless and face-down in the bed, asleep more often than not. He skims over it with a finger and oofs quietly as Bakugou flops (arguably, gently) over the top of him. It gives him the expanse of his belly to touch which is just as nice and Midoriya takes to it just as happily. A big hand curves over the jut of his hip, tracing a line his mouth his lingered on a thousand times over. ]

Mmmn, my metabolism's too fast for it to really do anything, probably. [ The sun combined with Bakugou's steady weight on him turns him from a chatterbox into a sleepily content lump on the hammock, lulled into a borderline doze with the steady sway. He doesn't see the way he's being watched, lashes long against his cheek, lips tilted up into a content curve. When he hears his name, they open but Bakugou's already looking out, away. The pause is thoughtful as he considers what Bakugou means by that, weighing one answer, then the next and discarding the last. He could mean too many different things for Midoriya to really know for sure, so he trails fingers along Bakugou's belly under his shirt, tracing the line of his abdomen and lets them swing for a while as he considers it.

To be the best. To be Number One. To hope that he inspires at least half as much hope and joy and confidence in people as All Might did. None of them really sound right in his head. ] I don't...think what I've wanted has really ever changed over the years. Maybe the how has because I'm learning, but...

[ Midoriya's voice trails off and after a beat his other hand curls into the fluff of Bakugou's hair, blunt nails running over his scalp gently. ]

What do you want?

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[What's softly muttered is a:] Fuck your metabolism. [It lacks every ounce of true heat Bakugou can certainly give.

The peek of his lashes lower around his cheek when Midoriya's hand slides into his hair. Almost immediately, he has an answer, but he doesn't know if he should say it, doesn't know if he even wants to say it either.

Mostly because it seems... sudden. Too soon. But he can feel the weight of it deep in his chest--no, maybe his soul, and he knows it's right. He's certain about it more than anything else. Even peacocking in his confidence, he knows he isn't. With Midoriya racing him to every goal, there's a helping of doubt and fear. Not with this, though. It's different. He's actually thought about it for a long time, off and on.

And he knows it would be peculiar coming out of his mouth, after everything.

So for a while, he doesn't answer as he argues internally with himself. Midoriya can tell: the tight pull of his neck and jaw, the furrow of his brow that creases the edge of his sharp eye. Under Midoriya's hand, his muscles grow taut, and his feet dig down below the sugary sand. Slowly, he turns his head back over and again stares across Midoriya's face. He seems almost... sad. Midoriya doesn't deserve to be stuck with his shitehead self.]

I want... [His voice is rough, but so very low.] ...to marry you.

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[ Underneath Bakugou, Midoriya's body shakes with mirth at the dumb comment but he tries not to move too much so he doesn't upset the hammock. Bakugou's response is probably going to be the same as his, anyway, but this seems...awfully heavy for a talk about heroism and what kind of goals they have, right?

It's the silence that worries him. Bakugou looks like he's fighting with himself and Midoriya sits up just a little bit, core tensing as he holds himself up and debates if he ought to prod at him or ask him if he's okay. Maybe he's going to say he really wants to get rid of One for All. Maybe he's upset about that? It'd make sense, wouldn't it? Midoriya hadn't really given him a choice and -

And.

And.

Midoriya hears what he says but it's like his brain genuinely can't wrap around the concept of it. This isn't about heroism or being a pro or goals or anything else that he'd considered. This is - was this a proposal? A somewhat impromptu but well-meaning proposal, or was this a hypothetical? Bakugou wouldn't just set all of this up and then bring this up without thinking it over at least a little bit. There might not have been months of planning and forethought but his impulsiveness is usually battle-focused not life-changing declarations of marriage focused. Or maybe it was an impulse. Maybe he'd meant to say something else but didn't or maybe -

He has to say something doesn't he. He's supposed to, even if he doesn't have any idea of what to say but he can't just lay there like an idiot, silent. ]

Oh. You do.

[ Has Bakugou considered this? Midoriya's happy together with him, he loves Bakugou but the Number One hero married to the Number Two? That hasn't ever been done before. Even dating is a little bit of a nightmare in the top ranks because of the competition and everything else, which is why agencies vet people and handle press releases and -

How does it even work? Marriage with being heroes? He's considered it, sure, but it's always been kind of an abstract fantasy. He'd have a ring on Bakugou's finger he could kiss at any point, he and his mom would probably cry a lot and he'd get to say My husband, Katsuki, sure, but the how wasn't ever a point of consideration. It's putting a massive target onto Bakugou's back, too, worse than One for All does because this is public. This is a consistent danger he'd be volunteering himself for. ]

I... when did you...start thinking about this?

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[Honestly, he gets scared the instant he says it. Katsuki Bakugou is supposed to be strong, courageous, and talented at whatever he pursues. But in the face of Midoriya's surprise, he takes it as uncertainty and begins to feel inadequate. That he's being judged and rejected already.

And he thinks weird, they're practically dating for the most part. And he wonders if maybe he was wrong. There's someone else. Todoroki, maybe. Midoriya is playing the field, maybe. Seeing all of the prospects before making a choice.

Ugh. His eyes squeeze shut a second or two, open, seem guarded when they peer at Midoriya this time. He can't think so coldly. He's better than that.] A while, I fuckin' guess... [He didn't exactly propose (or he wasn't trying to, at least), but Midoriya's answer is the typical over-analysis that's expected. He feels like an insect pinned down beneath a microscope. Midoriya is thinking about it in detail, lining everything up, ruining his spontaneity with questions.] Forget it... I didn't fuckin' mean, like... right now or shit.

[His head rolls back over in the opposite direction. He's quick on his feet in battle, but he's not entirely a strategist. He doesn't plan before he goes in. He goes in, hard, relentless, and then he figures out the best moves as he meets challenges. This is... different.

He went in, hard, relentless, with all the passion of his soul, and now he's left floundering, considering all of the pitfalls of it. Secrecy, publicity, infamy, idolatry. He'd have a target on his back, but like hell he wouldn't stomp down the street, wearing it proudly. Daring anyone to mess with him. Daring anyone to mess with Midoriya.]

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A while.

[ He's just repeating what Bakugou's saying which isn't helping anything but his mind can't stop working over all of the options and possibilities and the shock that this is what Bakugou would want. Midoriya had kind of assumed it was a given on his own part; he wanted to spend as much time with Bakugou as humanly possible because he loved him. A life with him however he could have it was what Midoriya wanted but he'd...just sort of assumed Bakugou might not want the same.

In retrospect it feels stupid. He needs to say something sooner rather than later, though, or Bakugou's going to get the wrong idea and that's the last thing he wants. Bakugou's brave and Midoriya has always admired it but this is a different kind of bravery he can't minimize.

Slowly, the hand in his hair curls, urges him to tip his head back. It feels weird to have this conversation like this, but it's also...good. Right, in a way, that it's private and a little unexpectedly romantic. ]

I want... [ He stops, tongue running over his teeth as he pauses again, trying to work his train of thought into something useful. ] I want you. I keep thinking about how to say it, but that's really...what it boils down to, I guess. You've always been here with me in one way or another and I want that as long as I can have it, in whatever way I can have it. It was just - just surprising, I think.

[ His laugh doesn't have any humor to it, just a little shakiness. ]

You're amazing. I know I say that but sometimes I don't think even you believe just how much- how I- you're amazing, Kacchan. I want everything. It feels selfish, but that's what I want. Everything you wanna give me.

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[Thankfully, Bakugou isn't resistant to having his head turned around. He peers at Midoriya, scrutinizing, though maybe just in regards to being called amazing. He knows he's amazing.

Well, he thinks as hard as he can he's amazing. What he really thinks is he's still the cause for a lot of misfortune to one of the greatest heroes to ever live.

Reaching up, he brushes his fingers over Midoriya's freckled face, up into Midoriya's hair where he curls his fingers and tugs. Firmly, but not painfully. His hand drops away, and he grunts in the back of his throat.] Quit lookin' at me with that stupid fucking face, nerd. [His eyes lower. He wants to turn away again, but knows Midoriya will just turn him back.]

I'm not gonna fucking be some two-digit hero married to the Number One. And you're not gonna fucking be some damn two-digit hero married to Number One either, not with your quirk. I'm fucking first, and you're second. Got it, dumbass?

If it comes down to it, you're first, and I'm second. So if you think I'm not going to claim you because of it, you're fucking stupid. I don't care who I have to kill. The only way you're standing at the fucking top is if you manage to get me out of the way. And the only damn one worthy of marrying you is whoever is second.

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[ He gets it, he does, but he's also not going to bring that up. Better to keep it to heartfelt praise and a squawk as his hair is tugged. ]

S'just my face, jerk.

[ Midoriya tugs at Bakugou's hair in turn though the motion turns from a pull into a slow, steady press of fingers into his hair combing through it again just as quickly after. It's probably for the best Bakugou's not in kissing range unless he really tries for it because otherwise Midoriya would be kissing him within an inch of his life. ]

Also we really want to avoid murder, just...as a rule. [ God. God he can't marshall his thoughts into any kind of order but his eyes are burning and it's not because of the sunlight. Midoriya sniffles, flopping back into the hammock and puts his hand over Bakugou's heart, instead, spreading fingers over his chest possessively. ]

There's no one else in the world I'd want to marry, you know. It's always been you.