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[The dog is rambunctious. She barks at him to hurry up, and when he grumbles and shuffles out of the door, she barks and hops along by his feet in excitement. But then she's content, and they're gone for a short while, maybe five, maybe ten minutes, and he's coming back.

The dog beats him inside, of course, cause he has to put everything back, exchange his shoes for slippers. She bounds proudly up to Midoriya before starfishing out on the cool floor of the kitchen, tongue dangling.]

The hell is this shit? [He squints at the folder, taking the coffee, but then recognition blooms on his face.] Oh. [All of Midoriya's stats.] For fuck's sake. You worry about everything, jackass. [But he wouldn't have Midoriya any other way.

His breath smells like syrupy coffee when he leans in to brush his lips across a freckled cheek, and then he takes up residence beside Midoriya at the island. He nurses the mug in his hands.]

Smells good.

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Poor baby, you ran him ragged, huh.

[ He's absolutely crooning it at the dog, gently rubbing her belly with his slipper as he uses a spatula to test the eggs and see how cooked they are. The kiss gets a pleased hum, Midoriya ducking his head with a huge smile despite himself. Insulting and praising in the same instant, but both make him smile now, which his younger self would have a bit of a time believing.

The spatula pokes at the eggs again but the tops are still too runny, so he sets about transferring the rice onto two bowls from its pan. He's cannibalized last night's carrots and chicken into the rice, and offers one bowl over to Bakugou just in case he's hungry and doesn't want to wait for the egg just yet. ]

Ah... Uraraka reminded me! We'll have the house to ourselves Friday. There's the sleepover at Yaomomo's the kids are going to. She and Kirishima wanted to know if you wanted to get a group dinner after we drop Toshi off.

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[Putting the coffee down, he takes the bowl, but he does little more than have one taste of it. He'll wait for the eggs unless they end up taking a million years.

The rest he kind of pushes around and builds back up to pass the time. Hanging out with others isn't a super prefered pastime, but he likes Uraraka alright, and Kirishima hasn't seen him in half a week probably. They chat and shitpost through text.]

I guess. What shithole are we supposed to be going to? [A pause.] Oi. What the fuck kind of guard dog are you, lazy shit? [He stretches his foot, gently prodding and rolling the dog who is only trying to rest.] Tch. Useless. [He sounds so totally endeared. Him love one doggo.]

So what's this sleepover gonna be like? Who's gonna be there? What kids?

Edited (wait i forgot to type his overprotective dad mode like i wanted) Date: 2019-02-26 08:42 pm (UTC)

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[ Midoriya gets it; hanging out isn't exactly Bakugou's preferred method of interacting with their friends and certainly not in the hugest groups which is why Midoriya gives him an out, because he's just as fine sitting on the couch watching bad action movies until they fall asleep at eight. ]

There's a curry place open til late they wanted to try.

[ THEIR POOR CREATURE. Midoriya laughs rather than defending the dog, who gives them both the most long-suffering look possible. ]

Shhh, we already have a guard dog and he's very handsome. [ it's you buddy ] Some of the other kids from her class, along with Iida's and Mirio's.

[ Another poke at the eggs and then he makes a grabby hand gesture at Bakugou. ]

It's ready, lemme see - [ He plops it neatly down onto Bakugou's plate after cutting it in half to put some on his too, though his is significantly less neat. ] Not quite breakfast in bed, but...

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[Bakugou, too? Definitely asleep by 8 PM, unable to keep his damn eyes open.]

I can't fucking believe I have to vet a buncha fucking five year olds.

[Handing over the plate, he let's Midoriya pile him up. But instead of eating first, he puts it back down and waits for Midoriya to get rid of the spatula and the pan. He leans, reaches to loop an arm around Midoriya's waist and pull the man up on his lap. Or, at least, across the thigh.

The one time he wouldn't be pissed about someone being in his space while he's trying to eat. Capturing his husband so they both have to do the food tango while they eat or risk dropping it to the bowels of a dog demon on the floor.]

I guess I can go for curry. I ain't seen Eij in a while. [Uraraka either, but she's, like... a girl and stuff. It's not like they hang out constantly.] As long as it's just those two.

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Let me know how that works.

[ Midoriya's used to the manhandling by now. He goes easily into Bakugou's lap and winds an arm around his shoulders to steady himself, perching on top of his thighs while balancing his plate of food. The motion of grabbing coffee and swapping it out for his food is practiced at this point. ]

Mmm, and then this weekend we have to get snacks for her class, don't let me forget, I can get them after patrol on Sunday.

[ Shameless, he leans into Bakugou's torso and presses a kiss to his temple before digging into breakfast. A piece of rice falls to the ground and Barkugou the dog-vacuum gets to work, tail wagging furiously. ]

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[Barkugou and Bakugou share one commonality: they are vacuums. Even balancing Midoriya on his thigh, even having to eat around Midoriya, Bakugou inhales the breakfast like he didn't have dinner the previous night. Or for a week.

It's fine.]

Mn. [He'll forget. They both will forget until they're dead-tired and trying to drag home, halfway there when they remember. They'll have to run back out in their uniforms to race the closing time of a place with snacks appropriate for a primary class.] The hell are we gonna do for her class photo?

What am I fucking supposed to do with her damn hair? Time she gets to school, she pulls it out. She never comes home with it up.

[toshi: turns out to be a tomboy ruffian
bakugou: shocked pikachu]

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[ Midoriya's in the same boat; after running around this morning his stomach is like a black hole and even with the balancing act he's absolutely demolishing it. ]

Oh, no, don't remind me.

[ It's a pathetic moan against Bakugou's shoulder as he digs out a big chunk of egg and chews it. His hair is pretty low-maintenance and so is Bakugou's, but she inherited Bakugou's hair and likes it just long enough to be a pain. Blowing out a breath, Midoriya digs his teeth into his bottom lip, considering. ]

Hopefully, the photos are before recess? I'm not above bribery, though.

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I'm fucking reminding you.

[He needs HELP, okay. Midoriya is so much softer than him when it comes to straightening kids out. He's too rough around the edges, and sometimes she gets this hurt look on her face that breaks him because it reminds him of someone else even if genetics has no play in this.

A learned behavior.

He had so many instances of training in school with that kinda shit, but it doesn't mean he passed with flying colors. It was Rough.]

Don't fucking bribe her, jackass. We're trying to make her a good hero, not a fucking villain. She shouldn't have to be bribed to do what she's told! [katsuki, she's a fucking five year old] Maybe we can just fucking... I don't know.

Let her go with it down and shit.

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[ Midoriya groans quietly and buries his face into the curve of Bakugou's neck, laying a gentle kiss there because why not. He understands the worry, understands that Bakugou's going to have a tougher time with this because there's a lot of behavior to unlearn, or learn ad the case may be. There's never been any concern in his mind for their child, though, because for all Bakugou's bark he has much less bite unless it's deserved. ]

She's five, Kacchan, it's like reasoning with a villain half the time anyway. [ Midoriya polishes off the rest of his food and goes to nurse his coffee, shamelessly curling up into Bakugou's lap like he's not a fully grown man with a few inches and several pounds of weight over Bakugou. ]

We'll get pictures beforehand, just so we have some with her hair up and whatever happens happens, or we can let her go with it down.

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Don't care. [He sounds like a petulant child himself, it's fine. His voice is low, though, since Midoriya is making him soft by curling into him.] You can be fucking five years old and still learn how to be a damn hero. I don't fucking reason with villains. I kill them. [HE DOESN'T KILL THEM.

Gently, he shifts, situating Midoriya better in his lap, using both legs this time, using his arms to drape and keep Midoriya in place. The coffee smells good, but he doesn't want to lean forward and get his own.

So he just continues to be the asshole he is, scooping his fingers on the bottom of Midoriya's cup and tipping it up and back to have a gulp. He makes a bit of a face despite being the one who was stealing. He likes his black usually? Straight, to the point.]

Might as well let her go with it fucking down. She ain't gonna brush it.

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Over her messy hair might be a little much, Kacchan.

[ He moves a little bit more to let Bakugou man-handle him and once he's secure he slumps himself against his chest comfortably. The coffee's going to be stolen, he's accepted that but it's worth it if it means when he kisses Bakugou later he's going to taste like sugary coffee. That part he's not upset about because it's not like he needs even more incentive to want to kiss Bakugou. ]

I have a patrol with Yaoyorozu on Monday. I'll ask her for help on what kind of product to use if she's just going to wear it down? Or maybe your mom...?

[ She's always down to help with the grandkid, of course, and their daughter adores her but Midoriya also gets it's a point of pride. ]

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[LISTEN. It's all or nothing with him. Just--look.]

The old hag couldn't do anything with her own hair much less my hair, so no. We're not asking her for shit. [His mom is a good bean, though, and means well. She'd try, but... the Bakugou genetics? Yeah.

If Jeanist couldn't do it, nobody can.] I guess ask Yaoyorozu anyway or whatever. Just... in case or somethin'. [He knows he needs Help, but he doesn't want to ask for it. It's better if Midoriya does the asking and the talking.

For now, he rolls his face gently into the curves of Midoriya's arm and chest and shoulder, tucking it. Breathing in Midoriya and then sighing heavily.]

We need to fucking shower.

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It'd figure that your family's hair is just as stubborn as you guys are.

[ He knows where their daughter gets it, that's for damn sure. Between the two of them, she's got the most stubborn genetics and parents in the world which is mostly (?) a good thing, as far as he's concerned. Out of any of them, though, Yaoyorozu is most likely to have an idea of what they need to do for her hair, if anything though Midoriya's not convinced it's wholly necessary either way.

Bakugou's face gets tucked in close and Midoriya winds both arms around him protectively, despite him being the one perched in his husband's lap. ]

Ah, Kacchan, that's mean, are you saying I smell? [ He can't even bring himself to sound faux-affronted, laughing, instead. His hand curls over the nape of Bakugou's neck, squeezing gently. ] If you want to go shower I'll clean up in here and then join you in a few?

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Mmn. [One of his hands balls up. He socks Midoriya in the side of the stomach, gently, but also not quite so gently.] If you smelled, I'd just fucking say you smelled like shit.

[Reluctantly, with not a lot of great effort, Bakugou finally leans back and shifts Midoriya to let the man down off his lap, careful of the dog who had been on the floor.]

Yeah, whatever. Don't fucking take all morning, dipshit.

[He doesn't want along shower, but he does think he wants a shower with Midoriya. Not even necessarily for anything naughty, though he'll probably be half hard anyway because... well, it's them, it's his husband, and they're together, but shut up.]

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Oof, jerk.

[ Truly, romance. Midoriya slides down with a little hop, careful to avoid the dog on the ground and steals a quick kiss from Bakugou as he's clearing up the dishes.

It doesn't take long to get everything sorted; Midoriya loads the dishwasher and takes care of the basic dishes before checking his phone. Nothing pressing, which means when he heads into the bedroom and strips out of everything but his briefs he also sets his phone to charge next to Bakugou's.

The shower is running by the time he makes it in to the bathroom, toeing off the rest of his clothing, sliding the door open so he can squeeze in and fit himself up against Bakugou from behind, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. He's already a little hard, but it's not his fault with the view and the fact that his husband is wet and naked in front of him. Another kiss, lingering, both arms going around Bakugou to skim over his chest. ]

Mmmmm, hello.

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[Midoriya gets a face full of splash when Bakugou shakes his head briskly to throw the water out. Hilariously, that's all it takes. It's damp, but it quickly and easily puffs back up like normal.

He lifts an arm so he can turn around in Midoriya's arms. His eyes, of course, drop immediately down between them, and then he looks back up.]

You some kinda fuckin' pervert? Think you can just get in the shower with a hero and not die? [Both wide hands splay against the curve of Midoriya's lower back, and he pulls them flush together at the front. By Midoriya's ear, his lips hover, his voice low and "threatening."] Guess I'll have to teach you a lesson. Change your ways.

[But instead of anything remotely sexy, Bakugou flips them in one spin and lets Midoriya get dunked on beneath the shower head without any kind of warning.]

That'll teach ya.

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Hi, Ka-- [ The splatter of water against his face isn't entirely unexpected but Midoriya does a laughably good impression of their dog at first, curls damp, blinking water out of his eyes. Before he can even respond to the (frankly, unwarranted!!!) attack, Bakugou pulls them together and that's really, really not doing anything to kill his erection. If anything, the promise of a threat in his voice just does more to help it and Midoriya shivers, all the way up until he's pushed into the water, yelping as it sprays him right in the face.

Now, he looks absurdly, exactly like their dog, soaking wet and pathetic, the height of his curls weighed down by the water, nose wrinkled while he recovers. ]

See if I ever make you breakfast again, villain. [ Midoriya pushes gently at him, amused and recovered from the attack, shoving a hand through his hair to push it back which isn't an entirely terrible look on him. His bigger form does mean he's now blocking all the hot water, which is really only fair given Bakugou's attacks. ] Villains don't get any hot water, sorry.

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Tch.

[His eyes are absolutely alight with challenge and mischief. The worst thing Midoriya can do with him is tease and play. He loves a fight, he loves a play fight.

He loves throwing his weight around and, even more, he loves when Midoriya throws weight back at him. He's probably more than just half hard, but don't worry about it. There's enough bulk for him to press himself into Midoriya's space.] Too bad I'm more of a hero than you. [His fingertips grace Midoriya's bare hips and sides, but he doesn't give the other man the benefit of anything worthwhile. His hot breath on Midoriya's collar and chest even blends in with the steam of the shower.]

Move, hero.

[Too late. He's already shoving himself against Midoriya and trying to crush Midoriya against the shower wall and out of the way of the water.]

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[There are two ways he can take this and of course it's the one that just ramps things up even more. It's like he's hardwired for it.

Midoriya lets himself be crushed against the cold wall even if he yelps at the press of his bare ass against it, chilled. Laughing, he throws an arm around Bakugou's shoulders to keep him from getting too far and winds his hand into the wet spikes of his hair. Rough fingers stroke through it not unlike petting an overlarge dog, while his other hand curls around the meat of Bakugou's thigh tugging it up over his hip. ]

I could be a good villain, Kacchan. [ An adequate one. That's one area he thinks he doesn't need to put the full force of his efforts into. The hand at Bakugou's leg shifts, the one at his head shifting to his neck to steady him and then Midoriya picks him up like it's nothing, holding him up so the water hits his back. It leaves Bakugou inches taller than him, Midoriya looking up at him, full of intent. ] You are. A good hero, I mean. One of the best, you're incredible.

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[Oh.

This backfires on him so very badly, he's pretty bewildered. It's bad enough Midoriya just so carelessly hefts him up as if he's paper, but his cock is just resting between them on Midoriya's stomach as if it isn't blatantly obvious.

The heat of the shower climbs hastily up his neck and into his face. He hates his ego craving the compliments while his brain clearly wants Midoriya to shut up.

He braces both palms on the wall by Midoriya's head, face gently sour, trying so hard to be disgruntled.] I know all that already, dumbass. [He drops his forehead against Midoriya's own. Soft!! While it lasts.]

Now put me the hell down.

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[ It's cute, the way his face gets all pinched and sour like Midoriya's saying something other than how much he adores the other man. That much hasn't changed over the years. The tips of their noses brush when Midoriya tilts his head to steal a quick peck but he does put his husband down carefully so he doesn't slip. ]

So you can do it at breakfast, but I can't?

[ The double standard. Midoriya grins despite the complaint and resolves to make himself useful if they're going to both be in the shower. His hand goes for the soap (grudgingly, instead of where it wants to go, lower) and he soaps one hand up to start working over Bakugou's arm, part attempt at cleaning, part massage. He's not very villain-like anymore, leaning against Bakugou while he works, pressing a smile into the muscle of his shoulder. It's not exactly clear whether or not he means to say it out loud, but he doesn't take it back after it slips out, either. ]

I love your arms.

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[Being pampered is fine by him. It use to be for his ego (it still kind of is), but now it's mostly just something very Feel Good getting it from husband material. The shoulder and arm under the hands relax, the muscles more easily kneaded. He rolls his head forward or back, whichever way, to rest it against Midoriya's own shoulder.

A rumbling hum comes out of him, almost like a cat's purr.] Keep rubbin' 'em then. [Maybe he won't get out of the shower any time today, even if the water turns frigid. He's not even hard now because he's horny, but because he's getting so loose from being given attention.]

They're not as good as the freckles.

[Which, after a moment or two, he turns so he can run his lips lightly over one of Midoriya's wet, freckling shoulder.]

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[ Midoriya grazes a kiss over wet skin and works up to his biceps and shoulder, scarred fingers digging into the meat of his muscles to work out any tension there. When the head drops back against his shoulder and Bakugou's chest rumbles in response Midoriya smiles even wider, pleased, a low Kacchan purred in response to the compliment, affection burning bright inside his chest. ]

Picturing you with freckles is cute.

[ Hard to picture, but he would look good with them because Bakugou looks good with anything, everything. A soapy hand comes to the nape of Bakugou's neck and works there for a few moments before skimming lower, working on his other arm while he trades lazy, sweet kisses with no real intent behind them. Only when he's finished there does he work lower, soaping up his chest, not even bothering to hide that it's also a thinly veiled attempt to run his hands over all that bare, wet skin. ]

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[Goosebumps spring out across his skin, and it isn't from any kind of cold skirting him when part of his body isn't under the water.]

Nah. [Being in the sun gives him a few here and there, but nothing quite like the dusting brown stars on Midoriya's cheeks or shoulders or back.] Don't want any. Like 'em better on you.

[Almost lazily, he slides his arms around Midoriya's neck and drapes them there by the shoulders, letting himself get rubbed by the wide, calloused and soapy hands.] Like remembering where they're at. [One hand plays with the wet, curly ends of hair at the back of Midoriya's head, and he props his own temple against Midoriya's ear, letting his eyes linger down over the wash of freckles descending over the swell of Midoriya's back.]

No one else can see 'em except the ones on your face. That's fine. The other ones are mine.