dynamight - part 6

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TFLN - PT 1 🔥 ☆ TFLN continuation PT 2🔥 ☆ Blowjobs aren't legal at hero galas - PT 3 🔥 ☆ How Much Merchandise Can Midoriya Wear To A Hero Gala - PT 4🔥☆ Whoops Bakugou almost died and Midoriya did something dumb - PT 5🔥 ☆ Midoriya sidekicks with Tony Stark Because Fuck You - PT 6🔥



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post hospital

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[ Thanks to the nurses, Midoriya's lock screen and his home screen are both pictures of them together. It's ridiculous but Bakugou hasn't noticed yet so Midoriya isn't going to call any more attention to it than he absolutely needs to. It's...cute. Bakugou's face smooths out when he's sleeping and he looks younger, softer. It's the kind of photos that he hopes they're going to be able to take someday when Bakugou's awake, but that's still a work in progress and he knows it.

In the meantime, Bakugou is discharged to his apartment, with the strict instructions of making certain he doesn't tear any stitches. For some reason the nurse from earlier levels a look at him, points, and tells him to make sure which okay, fine, that's valid but it's not like Bakugou's going to listen to him, not really.

They take a cab to Bakugou's place where Midoriya tells him he knows he's not going to follow any of the instructions but like, at least try? Maybe? He vanishes a few hours to get things like food and anything else that Bakugou doesn't have readily available, along with his laptop and a few other miscellaneous things from his apartment. On his way back he buys two more bags of groceries and supplies, so by the time he's back in Bakugou's apartment his arms are full and while he's not straining it's weird to feel like a piece of himself is missing. Maybe missing isn't the right word; it's not a bad feeling, but it feels like there's a thread, something connecting him to Bakugou. Did All Might feel this too, with him?

It's not something he can ask so he shoves it down and focuses on unpacking. Grocery bags are put in the kitchen and Midoriya tugs something else out of the bag - a massive, soft blanket which he casually drops on top of Bakugou's head on the way back into the kitchen. ]

I'm going to make dinner, do you want anything in particular? [ A pause, considering. ] I'm not making hot pockets for dinner, just so you know.

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Offered a kind of challenge(?), Bakugou practically pools completely into the kitchen. The drawer he opens has both a small assortment of utensils and also the larger spoons wedged beside the wooden utensil holder. He lifts one out and hands it over to Midoriya. Far right drawer on the end. From out of this same drawer, he takes a knife in a sheathe, uncovers it and puts it on the counter for a moment so he can organize things.

Chopping is fine. He’s good at it. When he finally gets going, when Midoriya gives him things, it’s actually not unlike how he had been at the camp when they were making dinner, when Uraraka found it astoundingly horrific he was that good with a knife. He’s not quite so chaotic anymore, but he is still insanely fast and accurate. It’s a wonder they aren’t headed back to the hospital so he can get a finger reattached.]

Spices are in the slotted drawer that pulls out between the fridge and the counter.

[He can’t point exactly, so he waits until Midoriya is looking at him, and then he nods toward the skinny rolling cart-drawer shoved in the space between. Three rows of spices and ingredients. If Bakugou cooks, this is the best evidence. Weird.]

me drunk at 3 am trying to reread threads: what the fuck

[pacifisting]

[ It was the right choice to make. Relieved, Midoriya goes back to putting things away and bringing things out as needed. The little touches around the kitchen aren't a shock, either; Bakugou makes such a big deal out of something and then downplays the others. It's not something he's unfamiliar with but every time he notices proof of it, his chest feels a little tight.

On one hand, the humbling Bakugou had to go through in high school was probably needed. On the other, Midoriya wants for Bakugou to think of himself even half as highly as Midoriya does despite everything. Like many subjects, it's one he barely touches until it seems like it might be an alright moment. ]

Thank you. You know merchandising suggested a pair of salad tongs but they were my legs?

[ They were hilarious, but also he would never live it down, especially with the part you pull and it going up and down. They'd turned that down, but Midoriya had posted it in the group chat to near endless hysterics.

Everything he needs is assembled before he starts heating the water; it's not his kitchen and he wants to make sure he doesn't mess anything up by forgetting something so he's careful.

So, cooking... obviously superhero duties. Some collectibles. Not a lot[ He starts peeling garlic, leaning against the countertop. His arm, the one with the cast off of it, is scarred a little more heavily, fresh and pink but mostly hidden by the long green sleeves save for where the cuffs are rolled up. ] Do you ever think about traveling?

LMAO

[dynamight]

[What the fuck. While he doesn’t exactly laugh, there’s a snort which tries to hide the start of one, and there’s a bit of an amused smile on his face as he keeps chopping what he needs to chop.]

The hell? That’s fucking stupid. [God dammit. He can’t help it. He pauses, looks away, steels himself. His shoulders quiver just slightly for a moment before he can resume chopping, more firmly than he had been. Almost laughed out loud.

No, he keeps thinking about it. Midoriya won’t shut up. What he knows of seeing Midoriya’s legs, whether they were in shorts or wrapped around his naked waist... turned into tongs for, what? Salad? Shit. The laughter erupts out of him, thankfully more subdued.] Shut the hell up already, for fuck’s sake. [He doesn’t wanna laugh! He wants to chop shit for curry and pretend to be a hard ass.] Fire your whole fucking team, Deku. Seriously.

[For a minute or two, he just finishes the chopping before rinsing the knife and drying it, easing it back into the sheathe.] Dunno. Why? Ain’t got a whole lot of time to travel and shit. We can’t all be All Might. [After a second, he glances over his shoulder at Midoriya, almost like he wants to say something. He considers it first.]

That’s what your old man did too, right?

[pacifisting]

[ It never got mass produced but it was his background for a long time until Bakugou started allowing Midoriya to take halfway decent shots of him. The update is much, much better. ]

The little tong-ends were my boots.

[ Midoriya snickers himself a little bit, pleased that he got Bakugou to break. The nurses didn't say anything about not laughing, so he figures it shouldn't count as strenuous. The water starts to boil, he busies himself with a series of bowls, puttering around Bakugou's kitchen admirably. ]

No, I won't fire them! It didn't get made so it's alright. [ He's utterly distracted a moment, watching Bakugou's hands do such a normal task and then turns back to the bowls, adding something into the pot, studiously watching it while he focuses on answering rather than ogling. ] Yeah. Mom's actually going to go see him later this year, I think. It's over a holiday so I can't, but I thought it might be fun to travel at some point. Some of the others were talking about doing a group trip and it sounded like it could be fun. Depending on where they chose, I guess, but I don't think anyone would choose anywhere too bad.

[dynamight]

[Bakugou looks away, though not for very long. He turns in place and leans back against the counter with his lower back and palms, waiting to help when Midoriya, as usual, directs him to do something. His face is... surprisingly soft.]

You really wanna travel. [It hadn’t been about him necessarily even though the question was posed. He assumes Midoriya is... looking for an agreement, a companion. Midoriya doesn’t want to leave him behind. Midoriya doesn’t wanna be alone, not if there’s attempt at group plans. Really, he doesn’t find it surprising. Not that Midoriya would be scared; it’s deeper than that. Midoriya wants their friends to experience the world.] Where you wanna go?

Stupid hair did mention something once about going abroad, but then he never said shit again, so I figured no one did anything. [Reaching up, he rubs the back of his neck, feeling strange for some reason.] Guess I wouldn’t mind going to New Zealand or some shit. You gonna go to America like All Might?

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I mean, I've thought about it but not seriously. [ Midoriya had been considering the idea of short-term travel like vacations but it's only at the last question that he puts together All Might and the mention of his father, earlier. Oh. That kind of travel, then.

It would be a lie to say he hadn't considered traveling for heroing. There are jobs he could take elsewhere. It was still busy enough here that he hadn't felt like he couldleave without worrying. Then again, the reason he and Bakugou were here was because they weren't yet Number One material. Maybe a change of scenery would help them get better. ]

I haven't decided what I want to do, yet. It's been... [ Midoriya lifts the spoon and gestures, slowly thickening curry dripping down from it. They're here right now, making curry in Bakugou's living room because it's been busy. Giving directions is easier than navigating his own complicated feelings on sidekicking outside of Japan but he can't avoid it forever, either. ] Can you start some rice?

[ It feels like cheating to look down and make sure the pot's not boiling over but it is at least a little necessary. It makes it easier to talk, a little bit. It helps him avoid the countless questions internally about whether or not it's alright that he doesn't know what he wants. ] I talked to All Might about it because I was worried it was irresponsible... but he pointed out that it was important for us to have as much experience and to learn from as many people as we could. So... I haven't really decided.

[dynamight]

[Bakugou has spent too much time around Midoriya not to be able to notice the floundering. The awkwardness that rises up, it's familiar, makes him think of middle school, of when they were kids. When Midoriya was hand-flappy and unsure, always (it seemed) several steps behind.

But this time, it makes him frown. It's not a look he wants to see on Midoriya anymore, not when Midoriya has been anointed by All Might with one of the greatest gifts. There's no time for uncertainty now.]

It sounds like you've decided. [Pushing off the counter, he moves to the cabinet to dig out the container of rice so he can dump enough into the rice cooker for the two of them and the curry.] You just don't wanna fucking admit it. I'm not an idiot, Deku. [He adds the water, not looking at Midoriya as he has to squeeze by for it. Shuts the lid. Turns it on.]

If you want to travel, then do it. [He hates telling Midoriya to... go. He's selfish in a way. He doesn't want Midoriya to leave, but he's also fully aware of heroic duties, of what it means to be a hero with a quirk like the one Midoriya has--had? Is going to get back.] Stop twiddling your damn thumbs and make up your mind. If you can't be a hero somewhere else, what good are you? You're just worthless again.

Heroes can keep being heroes no matter where they go.

[pacifisting]

No...

[ He hasn't. That's the whole problem. If he'd decided this would be so much easier but instead he's in this awful middle position where either option is valid and either option could be good for him, for them, but he needs to figure out which one he's going to do. In a way, he thinks that maybe it is better if he does go somewhere else. Aizawa called him a problem child and trouble does seem to follow him more often than it does anyone else.

But, it isn't that easy. It's never that easy. ] I'm not... worried about that. Not that exactly, anyway.

[ What if he leaves and something happens and he's not there? What if he leaves and something could have been prevented if he were there to help? What if, what if, what if?

He wants to travel, but maybe a group trip together with tighter security and secrecy is the safer option for everyone. Maybe he takes a job in a different place but still within a few hour train ride so if anything happens... But that implies he doesn't have faith in anyone here. He does. It's just not as easy as a yes or no, as a decision about what he wants for dinner. More than that, this thing between them that's nameless and shapeless would need to be defined, wouldn't it? ]

You mentioned New Zealand. Have you thought about it? Taking a sidekick job somewhere else, at another agency? Traveling?

[dynamight]

[After a moment, all Bakugou can do is shake his head.] Dunno. [He hadn’t exactly thought about leaving ever, even when his manager offered travel as a suggestion. Midoriya... waa here. It hadn’t been about love necessarily, but about competition. How could he stay better than Midoriya or push Midoriya if they were hundred of miles apart?]

Don’t care where I am as long...

[His brows pinch, and his red eyes snap to the side.] Don’t care as long as I’m fucking blasting villains and got work. I can do that shit here as easily as I can somewhere else. [He’s not scared, he knows. It isn’t about being scared. Lonely maybe. It’d be lonely. As jarring as getting into U.A. and realizing he isn’t so special. Going overseas and realizing he has so much to learn. That things are a bit tougher to maneuver—different cultures, different languages.

They won’t know who he is, and he’d have more to stack up against.

He knows he’s inadequate.] Manage’s got shit lined up for a year. [Easily to cancel but he’s using it as his indecisive excuse.] Interviews and events and shit.

[pacifisting]

[ Midoriya tosses in the meat last so it doesn't overcook, and settles the lid half on top of it, simmering on low. It has the added benefit of freeing up his hands so he can come close to Bakugou, not quite sure what level of physical affection he ought to go with here. ]

Those can be moved. Most of those places will be dying to talk to you about your experiences when you come back, anyway.

[ ...Which he knows because he's talked to his own people about it. Maybe that's a little too transparent. Midoriya eases in behind him and hooks his chin over Bakugou's shoulder but doesn't fit himself up against him. It gives Bakugou the option to lean back into him, or to move away, because he's not quite sure what he wants out of this. His voice goes a little quieter, lower, like he's admitting a secret he isn't quite sure he wants to. ]

...I really did just want to talk about us going on a vacation with the others, and then maybe with each other. [ He's still not saying what he wants to say, though, and it feels cowardly. Midoriya sucks in a fortifying breath; heroes aren't scared of conversations with their kind of, sort of, boyfriend. ] If we did go to different agencies and came back, would you... do you... I know that we haven't really talked about what this is. What we are. And we don't have to, I don't want to pressure you, but we should talk. About it.

[dynamight]

[Wtf? He can't believe how easy it is for Midoriya to settle his chaotic concerns and worries without, like, even saying anything at all! How is it this easy! How can Midoriya simply say "it's fine," and it's fine?

A jock bitch would like to know.]

Tch. [Worse, Midoriya knows how to tiptoe across the battlefield of his delicacies. He isn't boxed in, only rested on by a chin, and the small amount of touch serves its purpose. He's given a choice, and feels better in knowing he can make it himself.

So he leans into the chest behind him with the broad of his back and shoulders. Being at his six o'clock has another purpose; he's able to keep his face somewhat hidden by looking away. He doesn't have to face Midoriya head on for a moment or two while he thinks about what he wants to say.

Slowly, he turns in place and hooks his hands on the edge of the counter beneath Midoriya's arms. Bullies himself in closer and wedges Midoriya between him and the edge, real close, so their noses are almost touching. The muscles of his arms tense when he squeezes his hands along the edge.] What do you want to talk about?

"Us"? Why don't you say what you really mean?

[pacifisting]

[ It feels like he's won a battle when Bakugou shoves up against him like this. Midoriya moves wherever he's directed, easy and pliable, and then gently slides his uninjured hand over the swell of a shoulder, tracing down his arm lightly. Of course moments later, Bakugou's getting into his face and Midoriya's stomach does an awful flip and twist as he tries to figure out how to broach the subject.

He's thought about it, about them often enough that he's had a whole conversation played out but he sort of assumed he'd be able to...well... talk to him about it without everything else going on. Maybe they'd bring it up over dinner or some other neutral place, not...here and now where he's left floundering, trying to remember every single point he wanted to make and all the ways he wanted to handle this. ]

We haven't really discussed what this is.

[ He's not leaning in to kiss him because this is serious and how he handles this could be either fine or fucking catastrophic. ]

We sleep together, we hang out, we do all of these things together but it's not... we've never really given it a name, have we? And sure, some people know we're... doing stuff, I guess, but -

[ Yeah, this isn't going anywhere near how he wanted it to. Midoriya pulls away just a little, boxed in between Bakugou and the counter and presses his hand to Bakugou's chest, over his heart. ]

I like this. What we have, what we're doing. And it doesn't have to change. But if I do...decide to take a temporary job elsewhere, I want to have a conversation with you about what that means. How long. What's allowed or not allowed. It doesn't have to be right now, but...eventually.

[dynamight]

[They need to talk about it, and Midoriya puts him on the spot, but it's something that has to be done. With Bakugou specifically. Otherwise, he's going to back himself into the corner, biting and snarling, not wanting to talk about it, not wanting to put a name or a label on anything between them.

His arms and shoulders loosen, and he leans back just a tad without pulling away. But he keeps his head tilted to the side, eyes to the left.] You keep fucking putting it off, and you won't get anywhere.

You won't ever get the damn answer you're looking for. [Finally, he turns his head back, red eyes meeting Midoriya's face and not wavering.] You wanna know if we're fucking boyfriends or something. Your publicist would kill you. [His would kill him? Well, they'd be killed together before their publicists are like, FINALLY.]

What do you mean, "some people know"? Who knows?

[He has... several guesses, not to mention, like, Kirishima on his end.]

[pacifisting]

[ There are reasons why both of them haven't actually broached the subject yet. Midoriya's not sure their reasons are the same, but he knows that Bakugou has them just like he does. There are countless things to worry about with coming out, let alone with announcing they're dating. It becomes a spectacle, and they lose what little privacy they have. Heroes are one thing, but adding dating, adding dating men and he knows it's going to be a mess but at the same time Bakugou's worth it, in his mind. ]

I mean, I'm pretty sure my mom, Uraraka, Todoroki and Iida know we're not just having "sleepovers" at this point, Kacchan. You're telling me Kirishima doesn't suspect?

[ Sure, the others have crashed with Midoriya before, but it's different. They might not pry about it, but Midoriya's pretty sure they've got an educated guess here and he knows his mom knows or at the very least suspects heavily. His mom and Bakugou's talk too much for them not to. ]

I'm not saying you have to tell everyone I'm your boyfriend. I don't need that. This, what we're doing, is enough for me right now. But if I leave and take a job for a year somewhere else, that's a conversation we're going to have before I go. I want to know what any limits might be.

[ He wants to look away, wants to mumble it into Bakugou's shoulder, wants to do anything but meet his gaze and say these things that he's been holding onto for what feels like ages. His stomach flips and twists and he drags the hand on his chest up, curls it at the nape of his neck so he can scratch through his hair gently. ]

I'm not saying any decisions have to be made now. If I...if a job overseas opens up and I start applying I'll let you know where and when. Okay?

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What the fuck? [It's more exasperated than it is anger or rage. He can't believe... Todoroki? Iida? Ten times worse: Midoriya's mom (which means his mom in turn.)] For fuck's sake, Deku! [He can't believe his peers have been looking him straight in the face thinking about him kissing Midoriya, fucking Midoriya. Hell! Knowing he's kissing and fucking Midoriya. Their moms.

His eyes roll up at the mention of Kirishima, roll back down pretty much guiltily. Kirishima knows. If anyone can get secrets out of him, begrudgingly, Kirishima knows exactly what to say and how to say it.

His hands creak the counter when they squeeze the edge again. It's less he's ashamed and more he's just embarrassed as hell.] Just shut up. [For a second. Bakugou has to collect his thoughts somewhere under the hot, stinging flush crawling into the high edges of his cheeks.

In the end, he does what Midoriya can't or won't. Turning his head, he shoves his face into the hard, bony edges of Midoriya's shoulder and neck.] You never said we were fucking boyfriends. You never even asked. [Neither did he? Listen. It's easier to blame Midoriya. Between the two of them, Midoriya is supposed to be the good boy.]

Are you really gonna leave Japan? Dammit. [His voice is growling, but low, and the weight of his head grows more slack, like he's giving up. But his eyes are open, lashes brushing the skin of Midoriya's neck.] I'm not... letting you go off... just to get fucking stronger than me!

So you can come back and rub it in my damn face! [His pride, hit. Worse things--always worse things:] So you can find... some perfect little family...

[pacifisting]

[ He's never mentioned it but they're not idiots. There's only so many times he can show up wearing Bakugou's shirt or give flimsy excuses about why he's just fine not going on dates with anyone they suggest. The hand at the nape of Bakugou's neck doesn't shift away, fingers combing through his hair gently while he waits for the embarrassment and irritation to fade from him.

The face in his throat isn't exactly a shock, either. Gently, he winds his other arm around him, pressing a kiss to his hair. ] I thought you'd be more comfortable if we didn't...call it that.

[ Was he wrong? Did he misjudge? He'd intended on making this as easy and casual as possible for Bakugou - boyfriends, without really calling it that but also without Midoriya ever dating or seeing other people while this was happening. Partially because he didn't have time but mostly because it seemed...weird to do that. To see other people when he spent so much time with Bakugou to begin with.

Bakugou sinks further against him and Midoriya gives up the pretense of not hugging him, circling both arms around his shoulders, sighing into messy blonde hair. ] So come with me.

[ It's...not what he intends to say, but it slips out in response. He doesn't know what Bakugou means by a perfect little family, either - is he thinking like he's going to get adopted or- oh.

Oh. ] Kacchan, if you don't want to come but don't want me to date, anyone, that's fine. I would wait for you, while we both focus on getting stronger.

[dynamight]

[The words... make him incredibly, ridiculously embarrassed. Bakugou is glad his face is hidden in the neck, but he knows, he knows Midoriya is going to be able to feel his face grow hot. His hands move from the edge of the counter to the middle of Midoriya's back, and the fingers clench gently.]

Don't be fucking stupid. [He's an asshole, but... keeping Midoriya from stumbling upon any kind of happiness feels wrong to him. A violation of code, even if it's Midoriya, a rival. Things are supposed to be fair.

Bakugou likes playing fair.] I can't go anywhere. I have shit to do here first. [But he could come later. For a short time. Like a holiday. A two week long excursion of fucking Midoriya's brains out because they've been apart too long, and he's physical, and he drinks love's physicality like it's water.

Which is why half the time he's at least giving Midoriya fleeting touches or brushes.] I don't care... if you fuck someone else...

[But he does a little. He does. He doesn't want someone else to be better, maybe not at sex, maybe at making Midoriya happy.]

[pacifisting]

[ Sometimes, Midoriya wishes he had the guts to go with terms of endearment. With sweetheart or baby, or something murmured into Bakugou's hair. 'Kacchan' is its own term of endearment now, something private that's just for the two of them but maybe someday he'll have enough courage to try something else. ]

Alright. [ He won't beg, he won't nag, because he gets it. Midoriya wants to go and learn from as many people as he can, wants to fight and figure out how to be the best, wants wants wants. Bakugou's part of that want, but no matter how much Midoriya loves him (and he does, even if he can't quite say it yet) he wants to be as good as All Might even more. If it means going elsewhere...well. If Bakugou stays, Midoriya thinks maybe that makes the choice of leaving even easier. At least Japan will be safe if Bakugou's still here. ]

I don't mind if you find someone else, if I'm gone. I don't mind knowing, either. Honestly... I think I would want to know who, a little bit, but I... [ He can't gesture with his hands on Bakugou like this, but they tighten, curling into his shirt and he blessedly doesn't comment on how Bakugou's face is so warm he can feel it. His own cheeks are warm as he considers the idea of Bakugou telling him who he got off with when they're apart. He doesn't like it, but he also kind of does and it's....weird. Super weird. ] Is that weird?

[dynamight]

[Carefully, Bakugou noses further into Midoriya's neck, sliding up flush chest to chest. He likes the hands in his hair, along his shoulders; they calm him as much as most things would be able to calm him.]

What the hell is that supposed to mean? [He wants to--fuck it, he lifts his head slowly away from Midoriya's neck and peers, brows together, into Midoriya's face. His own is still fairly red, a lingering embarrassment.] How fucking long are you going to be gone?!

[He's thinking a while, but has more faith in his fortitude than what he really has in the end.]

Like hell I'm gonna just--fucking--tell you who I'm sleeping with while you're off halfway across the damn world!

[The hilarious thing: he thinks he might want to know in Midoriya's case, too. It'd make him somewhat jealous, but he'd be too self-conscious and curious.]

midoriya looking him in the eye: it's okay because no matter what ur my future

[pacifisting]

[ Oh, no. Midoriya ducks his face in equal embarrassment just as soon as Bakugou goes to look at him. He thought this would be easy, they have had sex like, a bunch of times, this shouldn't be weird but it is. ]

I just mean - if you needed to, or even wanted to, I get it. But if you did it'd probably be someone...we knew, and I. It's. [ Midoriya flounders for a few moments, not even sure how to articulate what he wants or what he means here without it sounding like some sort of backhanded compliment. He sucks in a deep breath, counts to ten, and then releases it, because he's learned that giving himself a moment keeps himself from saying something he doesn't mean. ]

I don't think...I'm going to want to date anyone else because I know I'm coming back here, eventually.

[ To you. Midoriya's patient, in this. He has to be to date Bakugou. ]

All I wanted to say is if I took a job elsewhere, and if it was for a while, and if you wanted to... see someone else, that's alright. You'll still be there and I'll always come back.

[ So much of what they are is tied up in their competition, their desire to be number one, their history together. Bakugou's always been there and he'll always be there and Midoriya's content with whatever shape that takes. He really, really hopes it takes the one where he keeps getting to make curry in Bakugou's kitchen because that's - Midoriya pauses. Pulls back abruptly and in a remarkably good All Might impression ] Shit.

[ He jerks the bubbling curry off and over to the other stove, yelping when it nearly sloshes over but doesn't, barely. ]

stOP

[dynamight]

[Honestly, Bakugou had planned to do the one thing he probably always does when Midoriya starts stuttering, and tumbling over words, and talking endlessly: kiss him. His lids lower just a bit, brows pulled together in irritation.

He starts to go in, to part his lips, but Midoriya is startled by the remembrance of curry, and then he's startled by the fucking horrendously realistic All Might impression. Visibly shook really.

Straightening up, he loosens, takes half a step back to give Midoriya room.] Fucking watch it, nerd! [He's more worried about Midoriya--hilariously--than he's worried about the kitchen.

Reaching out, he clamps a solid hand around Midoriya's forearm to keep the other from fumbling around with a hot pan and hotter curry. He exhales long and low, turns off the stove.] Watch out, dammit.

You're gonna be back in the fucking hospital.

i hate them but deku the most

[pacifisting]

[ Hey, he didn't make a mess, it's fine, everything is fine. He's not supposed to be letting Bakugou get worked up, either, which means him nearly burning down the kitchen isn't going to help. ]

I'm fine, it's okay.

[ Bakugou's hand keeps him steady and it settles on the cooler part of the stove; Midoriya tugs the lid off to a flood of steam and pulls back, laughing sheepishly. ]

I'm sorry. I was just trying to see if you wanted to come on the vacation with us. I'm supposed to be here helping you take it easy.

[ For a lot of things. Maybe he shouldn't have said that much. It's fine if Bakugou doesn't feel the same because they'd never put any sort of title on this and despite everything, there's still a tiny piece of him that wants to give Bakugou an out, just in case he realizes he's made a mistake. ]

no i hate bakugou he's garbage

[dynamight]

[Patiently--as patiently as he can--he waits until the pan is settled, until Midoriya isn't clinging to it so tightly. He works Midoriya's hands away without hurting the bound one, takes Midoriya by the free arm and turns the other somewhat briskly around.

It feels like he's being teased, and it makes him antsy. Them having such a serious, heartfelt conversation only to be interrupted by food. Like he's being yanked around. He hates it. Don't just say those kinds of strong spirited things and change the subject.

He's trying to talk to Midoriya here. About his feelings, even if it's difficult for him to articulate what he wants.

So he just does what he had intended to do previous, what comes naturally to him. His calloused, wide hands grasp Midoriya along the jaw and neck on each side, and he pulls them together so he can kiss the shit out of Midoriya's mouth. Explore it. It's hungry, but it's slower, not quite so needy, not like he wants them to strip in the kitchen and go at it like animals.

It's a serious as their conversation, and it grounds him. Gives him a moment or two to sort his thoughts while he can focus on Midoriya's mouth. His voice is full of gravel when he pulls back.] Where?

If I'm going at all, it better not be fucking stupid.

Re: no i hate bakugou he's garbage

[pacifisting]

[ The curry's in no danger of burning over now and the rice is in a cooker, which means he has no out and can't hide. Not that he would, it's just, he kind of considers it a fleeting moment, maybe two. He means every word he said and doesn't want to take any of them back, but also, this isn't how he'd meant for any of this to go and already he's replaying it in his head and wanting to change things.

He's jarred out of any thoughts at all when Bakugou manhandles him around and then in and it's ridiculous how effective it is at shutting his brain down just like that. Midoriya melts against the counter and tugs him in, both hands curling into his hair just shy of pulling. ]

New York. Los Angeles. There were some agencies I looked into earlier.

[ Midoriya meets his eyes, steadier than he was before like the kiss was molten reassurance. ]

Maybe I've given it a lot of thought.