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I'm gonna make you the best sushi.

[ The promise is a yawned, sleepy slur, Midoriya's fist clenching determinedly for a split second before it flops flat on the muscles of Bakugou's back.

Best tasting that's reasonably available where they are. But hey. He's right about that much, though; it'll be better than the crap they sell at grocery stores that looks like maybe, once upon a time, it had been a fish. There's gotta be a store that'll be able to hook them up somewhere he just has to find it and hope it's on the walk back. ]

Eventually, ye- [ Oh, kisses. Oh, teeth. Midoriya doesn't yelp but it's a close thing, a whole-body twitch running through him as he's torn between pushing Bakugou's head back and encouraging it because they're both absolute disasters. He settles for curling a hand into the hair at the back of Bakugou's head and pulling just firm enough to get his lips and teeth away. ] You're gonna get us kicked off the beach, Kacchan.

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[Something like a growl rattles out of his throat when his pulled head gets the neck out of the reach of his lips and teeth. The flush on his face isn't from embarrassment anymore, and he looks decided put-out about being stopped and, furthermore, scolded.]

It'd be worth it.

[Carefully, he pulls back on the gripping hand, testing whether Midoriya will let him go or just continue to tease him with the firm hair holding.] I'd make sure no one could fucking see us. [But he's a good rule boy, so he abandons the taunt and shifts his legs off the hammock to the ground before hefting himself up.] Come on.

[When he stands, he tries to drag Midoriya with him without dumping the both of them in the sand or against the table.] We got shit to ship and food to get. You think I'm gonna fucking spoil you all day or somethin'? [Nevermind that he has to shove his hand in one of his pockets and shift himself up beneath his waistband so he isn't running around with a tent. SHUT UP.]

The hell you wanna do tonight after dinner?

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[ He doesn't want to stop either but they're in public and he worries. Like an apology, he uses a hand in Bakugou's hair to guide him into another kiss but pulls back before it goes too far on either side. He has to adjust himself as well and then makes the mistake of glancing over again, catching sight of Bakugou with mussed hair and his hat doing the same.

At some point, he figures, doing normal couple stuff like kissing and snuggling won't make his dick furiously interested but he doesn't know when that point is going to be. Hopefully, soon, because he cannot keep getting erections because they're both idiots.

Determinedly, he zooms over to the bags and scoops them up with a rustle, still painfully pink. A smoother, or braver person would have purred you and taken off but Midoriya gets as far as shaping the y and can't. ]

There's the gym at the hotel, I was going to see if they had weights? I don't want to get out of practice. [ The bags rustle in his hands as he piles them into one and then hooks fingers into Bakugou's pants dangerously close to where he's arranged himself. ] It's a hero hotel. They have a room built for people to work out with their quirks.

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[A smoother or braver person would have just made Bakugou mad because someone like that isn't Midoriya at all, and Midoriya is the jerkwad he's currently head-over-heels in love with.

Give it time. Midoriya is already five times more confident. When they're a bit older, a bit more set in being together, Midoriya is probably going to charm his socks off. Or, like, worse... his pants.]

Sure, I can show you how it's really done. [His red eyes narrow on the leap to grab up the bags he remembers trying to weasel away so he could carry them. But then he forgets his irritation momentarily when the dip of the fingers curls a few licks of heat up through his thighs and stomach. It gets him to scoot closer.] We'll see if you can even fucking do half the reps I can, nerd. [Ah. If he could just put his dick in Midoriya's hand right here on the beach...]

You look stupid in those glasses.

[He haTES that he can't endearingly tease Midoriya when it's his merchandise. Damn. Reaching up, he pulls them off and fixes them on Midoriya's dumb freckled face. And then he slides his own and makes sure the hat is situated. Shut up.]

Come on. Before someone recognizes us and wastes my damn time trying to get pictures with you.

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[ He wants to rise to the challenge, but is absolutely waylaid by the idea of Bakugou lifting weights. It's not like it's something unfamiliar; he's seen most of his friends working out. That's not the part that's appealing: it's specifically Bakugou. It's absurd and Midoriya won't ever voice it but the idea of seeing Bakugou fighting, or training, or just working out does it for him. ]

I - hey, Kacch-

[ FOILED AGAIN.

Midoriya makes a noise and the bags rustle as he's torn between waving Bakugou off and keeping the bags from jostling too much so nothing gets damaged. His face is hot all over again but he's so pleased the embarrassment barely registers. Glasses situated, he lifts an arm to point and grins back at him. He wants to point out that they'd want pictures with Bakugou, too, but he's not going to get into that discussion right now. Instead, he leads them to the sidewalk, checking for a place where they can mail all of this out.

When that's done (a process that takes a jarring amount of time, why) he leads them to a small grocery store that should have most of what they need. Here, he pushes the shopping cart into Bakugou's hands, already scanning aisles, turning down the first. His planning is a distracted mutter, already perusing shelves. ]

Kacchan, do you want something for breakfast, too?

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[The post office is the worst. Not the office itself, but just the sheer length of time it takes to ask for a box that'll fit everything, to figure out what address to send it to for divvying up, to pay for postage (and die of a heart attack).

Naturally, Bakugou is grumbling by the time they get out, and the grocery store is the last place he wants to be, but the promise of food... He'll suffer. Midoriya is with him, so it's fine.

He takes the cart by way of collapsing his arms over the handle, one hand thumbing through his phone idly as he plows along after Midoriya. The typical Midoriya muttering is distracting, though, and he is looking up already when asked the question. Sighing, he slides his phone in his pocket.]

Yeah. Might as fucking well.

[Now that he isn't on his phone, he can peruse the aisle as they go along. Mistakes. They shouldn't have come into the grocery store hungry. Everything he sees, he wants to put in the cart. Bag of chips? They go in without words.

At least they're baked.]

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We can still go out, it's just good to have something as a backup.

[ Realistically, it's good to have something at home so if they get distracted they're not out of luck but the's not saying that. The problem with this is that he's hungry too and everything looks good. The crinkle of chips gets a side-eye, Midoriya pausing in his perusing of mixed nuts for a trail mix. He puts them in after a moment of hesitation; they'll need them for what he has planned anyway.

He turns the next aisle and starts looking through sauces, texting his mom every few minutes for help which is only actually so helpful because she keeps asking him questions. Why is he cooking on vacation? Do they have enough money? Does he need money? Oh, he's cooking for Bakugou?

Midoriya's eyes roll to the ceiling and he grabs two options, plunking them into the cart before moving on. As a distraction, he sends her the selfie he took of Bakugou stretched out napping on the beach hammock with him. It works, sort of. ]

Do you want anything else in the sushi? I think vegetables are over there.

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[The mixed nuts also get a sort of side-eye, but he doesn't say anything as he continues to push the cart around after Midoriya when they switch aisles. Here and there, he peers at Midoriya's phone like he has hawk vision which can read the text, but he can't.

He does see the shape of the picture, and by the angle, the light, it looks an awful lot like a selfie taken in the hammock. This little ass. Who is the picture going to? Hello? DON'T SEND THAT.

For a moment, he buries his face down in his folded hands on the handlebar, trying to look everywhere else. He only lifts it when Midoriya points out the vegetables.] I want a ball of fucking sticky rice and a slab of raw fish over it. [Again, he straightens up, glances around while following.] If it's fresh.

Do you think they have fucking miso paste here? [Like a child, he gently rams the cart into the back of Midoriya's legs.] Bonito flakes?

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[ You're just lucky he didn't send it to their friends, buddy. Midoriya snaps another photo of him looking like he's been defeated in the soup aisle and grins, not bothering to look abashed when Bakugou's head pops back up. ]

We're close enough to the water that it should be.

[ He grabs rice and tries to remember if there's a rice cooker, figuring there probably is given how expensive literally everything is in there. They had a blender, a rice cooker shouldn't be too difficult. Miso paste, too, when they round the next aisle, though Midoriya yelps when the cart hits him, leveling a look at Bakugou. ]

You gotta be nice or I'm going to make you make your own sushi.

[ This is the least threatening threat with no teeth, ever. ]

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[Oh no.

When it's evident he gives Midoriya a little startle, he gets the curviest shit-eating grin. The yelp was music to his ears. The threat is a challenge he's willing to push. They luckily don't have much in the cart yet, and what they do is either near the back or in the seat.

He tips the cart forward a bit and rushes Midoriya from behind, slamming the end into Midoriya's backside and trying to scoop Midoriya over into the bucket of the cart. He keeps going, trying to slow the cart before it gets to the end and spits them out into someone else. His boots scream softly on the polished floor, but he manages without having to use any quirk.

He grins in victory, oozing pride.]

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[ oh no. ]

Kaccha-

[ His voice goes low in warning but it's all for nothing; Bakugou smacks the cart into him and Midoriya goes ass over heels straight into the basket with another yelp. By the time he gets himself together, they're nearly at the end and he's gripping the wire of the cart so tight it bends under his hands. He only notices when they've stopped and he sends Bakugou a baleful look, the chips crushed at his back.

Delicately, he takes them out and puts them in his lap, and it's only Bakugou acting as counterweight that allows him to get out of the cart again and onto wobbly feet, dusting himself off.

His glasses are adjusted back on his nose which hides the attempted glare. What a pity. ]

Happy?

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[It's fun having Midoriya thrown back in the cart, crushed chips and bent sides be damned. (Maybe the bent sides actually turns him on a little.) His mood dampens, however, when Midoriya gets out again, and he slumps over the handle.]

No.

[He rams Midoriya again, but very gently this time, and then he steers around to disappear down the next aisle. Fine. Get out. Too ashamed to let him push you around in the shopping cart. He sees how it is.

His feet shuffle with the usual irritable air, and he doesn't cast any kind of glance over his shoulder if and when Midoriya decides to follow. Is he being a sore child about this? Yeah. Should he? No. Not at all.]

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I- wait, did you want me to stay in there?

[ Oh, now he feels dumb. He should have realized.

Now Bakugou's sulking and a terrible part of Midoriya isn't happy about it, but notes that Bakugou is somehow just as attractive like this, too. It's unfair, the jerk.

Rolling his eyes to the ceiling he grabs furikake off the shelf and jogs to catch up with him, dunking it neatly into the cart from behind Bakugou. It lands with a soft whumph on the rice bag and Midoriya matches his pace to the seafood section. The concern with Bakugou's temperament doesn't go away but he's instantly crouching, exchanging hurried texts with his mother, trying to get her past the exclamations of YOU'RE MAKING HIM DINNER? into actual assistance with the making of said dinner.

He has limited luck, but turns back to Bakugou like he's checking where the other man is, bouncing on the heels of his feet. Three packages of fish later and Midoriya is running through the list on his phone, double checking it. ]

Kacchan, did you want to get anything else?

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[All Midoriya gets is a grunt. He continues pushing the cart, but shuffles along slow so Midoriya can peruse the aisle on both sides for whatever they might need. He doesn't jump so much as his body goes rigid in preparation when the furikake pops over his shoulder and lands in the cart.

Midoriya gets another grunt and a pair of watchful red eyes. On the damn phone again. He hasn't received any texts himself from their friends, so it can't be them. They'd be teasing him by now if so.

Must be Midoriya's mom.

His eyes drop back to the cart, looking over what they have.] Another fucking bag of chips because you crushed my damn bag, you shithead. [They should really get some other things to snack on, shouldn't they?] Some vegetables, but not for the sushi. [He wouldn't mind chomp on some when he's feeling hungry and not pigging out on chips.]

Ice cream.

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Kacchan.

[ You big baby.

Finally, he pockets the phone and eyes the bag of chips sitting sadly in the cart. Yeah, they'll want another one. They're still getting this one because he feels bad and they can still destroy a pack of chips but a second wouldn't hurt. He grabs a few things of bagged vegetables to munch on, and after a moment of consideration in the frozen foods aisle gets a couple sets of Hot Pockets.

Unsurprisingly just getting a few things has turned into the cart half full but it's cheaper than eating out, he reasons. He beelines straight for what he normally gets, which is caramel swirls with brownie chunks and then starts looking for Bakugou's. The store has people in it but they're also in disguise so he doesn't feel too bad coming up behind him, an ice-cream chilled hand curling around his waist without thinking. ]

There's supposed to be a really beautiful waterfall about twenty minutes drive from here. It's not close to the road or anything. I think the guide I saw said something like a two hour hike or so? I don't know how well-worn the trail is but it doesn't really matter since nothing would come close to training. If you wanted to go, that's all.

[ It is a vacation!!! And he wants to treat Bakugou!!! ]

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[Fine. He'll accept two bags of chips, he guesses, even if he doesn't want to keep tiny shards of busted up chips. Midoriya can have that bag.]

Wha--RAH!

[The cold hand is like five fingers of solid ice. He imagines Todoroki slapping him with anything on the right side.] What the fuck?! Your hand is fucking frigid, don't touch me! [It sounds less angry and more terrified than anything. Bakugou skids two black wheel trails on the floor as he speeds a few feet ahead and out of the way of Midoriya's ice-cold grip. He offers a cat-like glare of offense back.]

I don't give a shit about a waterfall. [He'd like it when he got there, honestly.] But if there's a place to hike, I'm interested. If you can even keep up.

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[ Wow, rude!!! He was trying to be nice.

Worse, he giggles instead of apologizing right away but does helpfully tuck his hands under his arms to keep them warm after touching the ice cream. ]

I can keep up! [ Easy, a two hour hike is nothing like trying to clear ten floors of a burning building with people in your arms. It's a hell of a lot less stressful, for one. On the endcap of this aisle, he grabs a container of pancake mix, tossing it into the cart, too. ]

Ah, don't let me forget eggs. I think we can boil any of them we wouldn't use for cooking.

[ And they can have egg in the fried rice leftovers, hell yes. ]

We should go camping properly sometime. I have a friend here who really likes it. Her quirk is basically rapid regeneration for anything plant-based, so she's doing a sidekick job here to learn about what happens after forest fires and how to best combat them. It's really incredible though, she's been using her quirk to increase growth for farming and- [ INSTANTLY SIDE-TRACKED by a pack of super-hero cards, re-releases from when they were kids. Two packs into the cart. The rather full cart. ] ...We only came in here for a few things.

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[Midoriya can easily keep up, but Bakugou needs to have that reassurance of hounding, of taunting. It keeps things in balance. It keeps his pride from being shaken for the thousandth time.]

Camping ain't fun unless you're able to put your phone down for five seconds, shithead. [He peers at Midoriya, still folded down on the handle of the cart.] Sounds boring. [He's so rude to people, what the hell.] I don't want some other chucklefuck coming along.

...Just the two of us.

[His eyes lower to the stuff piled in the cart. Damn. Every time.] We'll fucking eat it. We'll split it to pay for it or something. [Thinking maybe Midoriya is worried about the price.]

Don't forget eggs.

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[ It's normal, it's familiar. Midoriya finds himself relieved at hearing it, as weird as it seems. ]

I'm not gonna need my phone for camping.

[ He gets it, though. Being on the phone all the time isn't what he wants to be doing because his mom is really good at mortifying him, but he also didn't remember how long the rice needs to soak and be washed because more often than not he just gets the kind that is microwaved and doesn't need washing. They cook for each other, sometimes, but not attempted date-night-sushi-time and he doesn't want to fuck that up for him. ]

Just the two of us, Kacchan.

[ It's a promise with a clenched fist and firm nod as he guides them to get in line and then calls just a second as he zips to go get the eggs he'd nearly forgotten. In just a few moments he's back, leaning over the cart to plunk the egg carton down and then turns the 1000 watt smile onto the cashier who looks faintly dazed as he scans. ]

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Fucking idiot.

[It sounds too endeared. He lets Midoriya run off and instead starts putting things up on the belt, surprisingly organized together, grouping cold things and putting easily breakable things at the very end so they're on top.

He pins Midoriya between him and the cart as he squeezes by back the way they came. Midoriya can charm the socks off the cashier while he dips back and forth near the ends of the lanes to hunt for something.

Ah.

Finally, he comes back with three or four large reusable grocery bags and puts them on the belt, too. The plastic shit will break on their trek back to the hotel, he thinks, and he's too Japanese not to grumble about how not efficient Americans are with waste. In Japanese, of course.

Unfortunately, he gets back when the cashier is making dance eyes at his boyfriend. Yeah, he's fucking real cute, right? With that fluffy head and those freckles, the solid shoulders and tapered waist, ready and willing to talk about hero shit. Bakugou sees you.

His red eyes stay narrow and slanted on the cashier, like a watchful guard dog. Which is why he tries to push Midoriya out of the way by the check out and stand sentinel to pay instead.]

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[ He hears that grumbling and rolls his eyes in response, double checking the items going on to the conveyer belt against the haphazard list he'd created. The grocery bags get a side-eye but it's not like they won't use them, especially for beach trips or whatever else. Better than the bags breaking on the way home.

The two card packages Midoriya pockets after they're scanned for them to break into later and for once he doesn't fight Bakugou on the payment; he knows how much was on the receipt and can pay him back later. Sometimes that's the easiest way to win.

Idle chatter with the cashier gets them through til the end when they're hefting up bags of food and Midoriya waves at them cheerfully as he tosses one onto his shoulder and then turns to Bakugou as they exit. ]

Remind me to get those cards out so we can open them when I'm making dinner. I haven't bought a pack in years but they just did a re-release from when we were kids.

[ MORE HERO MERCH!!! ]

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[Pay him back later, binch? He ain't gonna take it. Midoriya will have to shovel the money in his open mouth while he sleeps.

Two of the heaviest bags get hiked up over each shoulder. He likes the idea of having a work out slipped into something normal. Carting the groceries back to the hotel won't be difficult, but it'll give him enough of a challenge to matter.] You and your fucking cards. You already have everything that's gonna be in there anyway. The originals more importantly. Damn. [But don't get him wrong. He's absolutely going to be perched on the stool opposite chef Midoriya at the kitchen to peel open the cards and have a look.

He likes heroes and hero merchandise just as much even if he pretends like it's a waste of time. Whose hat is he in again? That's right.]

It's a damn shame the fuzzball isn't here to rip them to shreds.

[Guess who misses the dOG.]

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Kacchan, you like her!!

[ It's an excited exclamation as they make their way down the sidewalk, with Midoriya double-checking the location and streets they pass along the way to make sure they're going the right direction. He's going to end up trying to keep this dog, he knows it, and it's only going to be half his fault.

Hefting the groceries up onto his shoulder, Midoriya tips his face into the sun while they walk, enjoying it even if the cards are burning a hole into his pocket as he walks.

Back into the hotel and Midoriya juggles the bags to get the keycard out to use but as soon as they're back he's toeing his shoes off and taking the groceries into the obscenely large kitchen, separating items into things for dinner and things for later. His stomach growls audibly. ]

I think the rice is in your bag?

[ A buff human torando is going through the kitchen to find a rice cooker, beware. ]

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Tch!!

[Midoriya is going to tearfully try to give the dog back before they leave, but Bakugou is going to be the one to intimidate them into letting them take her back to Japan. (And fork over the money for it, too.)]

I'm going, damn. Hold your fucking horses. [Or the Japanese equivalent. He's trying to balance the bags and get out of his stupid boots at the door. His socked feet lead him into the kitchen, and he starts taking things out of the bags so Midoriya can meticulously and mutteringly separate them.] Here. [He slides the bag of rice into a clearing so Midoriya can reach it.

It's amazing how much his skin looks slapped despite only being in the sun for such a short amount of time. The tops of his shoulders, his collar, and the peaks of his cheeks are red. It'll all turn a nice, creamy caramel when it fades into more of a tan, but for now, he's a pale fuck with a tiny bit of sunburn.

For a minute, he watches Midoriya, then he drops the cards on the raised breakfast area on the other side of the kitchen bar where he loops around to go sit.]

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[ Midoriya putters around the kitchen with no real order to which he's doing things. Chips are tossed lightly onto the counter so they can munch on them, the fish is settled off to the side and the rice is settled by the sink while he puts other things away. Rather than tearing the string that opens the bag, he simply pulls it apart with a wet rip, carefully spilling rice into a strainer to rinse under water. Before he gets his hands all fishy, he comes over and presses a kiss to a pink shoulder, lingering.

The bridge of his nose is just a little bit pink, but otherwise, he's all freckles. ] Open them while I get everything started?

[ Then he's sliding away before Bakugou can coerce him into kissing or distraction (or realistically: before he decides to try and start something, because the temptation is always there.) Bakugou's right, of course; they have most if not all cards already but he never grew out of being excited at the idea of opening them up. Plunking the rice cooker down, he starts that process, calling over his shoulder: ]

Tell me if there are any good ones. They added in new heroes, too, so maybe we'll get one of those. [ PRY A BAKUGOU OUT OF HIS SCARRED, DEAD HANDS. ]