dynamight - part 6

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[taiyakis]

Uh. Time? Genetics?

[ Really, he's not sure. Obediently though he moves where he's instructed and fondly lifts a hand to touch the fluffy mass of damp hair on Bakugou's hair, knowing if he combs his fingers through it it won't do a damn thing. ]

You know I've actually considered it and it might be All for One? It would explain why All Might is how he is; I'm wondering if the quirk actually enhances the owner's physical-

[ Well, he hasn't ever stopped mumbling but at least he's gotten better about catching himself, sheepish as he meets Bakugou's red eyes. It might mean that he'll go back to whatever his normal size would be when he passes the quirk on, or this might just be him - growth spurt and muscles. Either way, he bends a little for his husband to get to his hair, rubbing the nape of his neck. ]

[dynamight]

Damn...

[He should have kept that shit instead of forcing Midoriya to take it back. It's fine. He might not be tall, but he's not extremely short, and, plus, he's a powerhouse. Which is what matters most to him.

If he was half the jokester some of the others happened to be, he'd tell Midoriya, "I'll say," when it came to getting enhanced. But... he just leaves it.

His fingers sweep up when the head comes over, twisting up softly through the damp curls. He gives them a gentle, maybe slightly sensual squeeze before widening his palm and guiding Midoriya's head through the water again so it's freshly wet.] It probably enhances a lot of shit. [There's roughness in his hands, but a strange, learned softness.

Midoriya can take being man-handled. Having a daughter, though... He's acquired a taste and precision for being careful, and Midoriya gets some of that out of habit. His hands pushing back, trying to keep the water from getting in Midoriya's face before he lifts Midoriya's head and gets some shampoo in his palms.]

C'mere. [He opens both hands to put them on the green mass of top hair.] You won't stop fucking growing, you eat like an elephant, and your workouts last for three hours.

I'd say it enhances a fuckin' lot.

[taiyakis]

[ For all that Midoriya's better about not injuring himself, better at being Deku, better at a thousand different things he's still not the best at letting other people take care of him. He's growing more used to it, of course, just because for all Bakugou's bark he doesn't have a lot of bite when it comes to them; he's gentler these days just in his own way.

Obedient for the moment, he settles down on the same part he'd had Bakugou sit down onto mostly so he can curve both of his hands around the backs of his thighs and tug him in, pressing a lingering kiss to the flat of his belly, smiling. ]

It's a good thing my agency pays so well, then, I guess or we'd go broke just trying to pay for tailoring clothes to fit me.

[ He's kidding but like, also not. Tailoring shirts to fit his wide shoulders along with a narrow waist and stocky legs means clothing shopping is an adventure every single time. He doesn't know how All Might did it. Then again, it doesn't really matter; Bakugou's got his hands in Midoriya's hair and oh, oh, yeah, he gets why the other man was like an overgrown cat with it. Sitting and just enjoying this is...really nice. Midoriya makes a low, pleased noise in the back of his throat, nuzzling in shamelessly. ]

[dynamight]

Tch.

[There isn't any hesitation in any of his muscles when Midoriya pulls him forward. He gets marginally hard again because of course he does; the kiss to his stomach doesn't help, and the skin dips softly. Even in the hot shower, goosebumps break out over his skin.

But he dives his fingers into Midoriya's hair and focuses on a task. They curl over the crown of Midoriya's head and drag slowly and gently back by the nails, giving the scalp a massaging scrub.] Maybe I should cut your protein. [At the top, the sides of his thumbs rub the hairline before joining the other fingers in the curls again. Carefully, down behind the ears, along the scoop of the neck and back.

It'd be so easy (well, maybe not wet in the shower) to ignite his palms and blow away Midoriya's head. But there's trust--Midoriya trusting him and trust in himself.]

What do you want for dinner? I can grab shit when I go pick up the brat from the stop.

[taiyakis]

[ It's a little mean, maybe, but he also wants to do it and the bare stretch of skin is right there for his mouth to go against. He tilts into each scratch of his hands with a low hum, tilting his head obediently, green lashes nearly black where the water clings to them. ]

Not the protein. [ The curl of big hands at the nape of his neck get a low groan, the tension that he was holding released bit by bit with each stroke of Bakugou's hands. There's no worry about danger, or whether or not Bakugou would do something like that; he's long past the point of worrying about that with a child, with a ring on his finger, with the two of them working as hard as humanly (or superhumanly) possible to achieve what they set out to do.

The question gets a rumbled hum in response, Midoriya blinking up at him when it's safe. ] Is the villain off her hunger strike of anything not noodles? I'm fine with noodles, I mean, but we might wanna try and sneak something green in there. I think she ate zucchini last time?

[dynamight]

Is she ever off her damn food strike? You're gettin' noodles and something, and the something is for us. I can't believe that damn brat will eat natto, but not vegetables.

Why the fuck are kids the way they are?

[His hands only stall momentarily in the irritation. When they pick back up, there's double the focus. He's already worked Midoriya's head from green to pure, frothy white.] Head back. [He pulls away, twisting so he can run his hands through the water and free it of shampoo.

The head comes off the wall, and he stretches it back over, smoothing a wide and strong hand up Midoriya's neck and under the jaws, making sure the head is kept back before he starts.] We should've just taken a bath as long as it's taking us to fucking do this. [Actually, it doesn't sound like much of a complaint?

He pours the water from Midoriya's hairline toward the crown, taking his hand from Midoriya's throat so he can use it to barricade water from rolling down the temples into the eyes.]

[taiyakis]

I think we may still have some chicken in the freezer? I'd have to check. And she's your kid, Kacchan.

[ She's their kid but he likes to teasingly blame her bad habits on him. That's absolutely not going to come back and bite him when they have another that's his.

Obedient for once in his life, Midoriya tilts his head and shifts his weight where instructed, leaning into the water so the suds wash down out of his eyes as quickly as possible. His hands can't stay still for long; he's never been good at staying still. One slides over the back of Bakugou's thigh, stroking the thick muscle there and the other curves over the jut of his hip, holding him while his hair is rinsed the rest of the way. ]

That's the fun of mornings off, right? Nothing to do until she's out of school which means a shower longer than three minutes. Kinda nice. [ A pause, and a deliberate up-down with the effect only slightly ruined by wet curls falling into his eyes. ] The view is really nice, too.