[Ugh, they're so good. He has to eat, like, two of three to get full usually because he's a dumbass puberty-ridden, buff kid, but whatever. They're so good. He's already on his last half by the time Midoriya gets finished.
The end, as always, splits open the more bites that are taken, and cheese and hamburger run out on his fingers. He has to stop to suck on them before continuing.] It's what the damn sleeve is for, I said.
It's crispy enough with that. But if you don't use the sleeve, then they're soggy. [He glances up, stares at Midoriya for a moment or two. His expression is a tad strange, even when he keeps talking.] Just don't put Bagel Bites in the microwave. Even with the tray, they're too soggy. They're always better from the damn oven.
[Reaching up suddenly with his free hand, he jabs his thumb along the side of the other boy's mouth. The handling is a little rough, but when he pulls back... he pops the side of the thumb with the extracted cheese into his mouth and then absolutely goes back to finishing the rest of the hot pocket like it wasn't anything out of the ordinary.]
[ It seems so unnecessary; they're good but they're not forty minutes of preparation and waiting good. Then again, it makes sense if he'd be putting twenty of them in the oven for other people. That would probably be faster than microwaving, but their freezer isn't big enough to hold as many hot pockets as the rest of class A would probably eat.
He doesn't notice the look he's getting at first, too pre-occupied with trying to make sure he doesn't lose half of his hot pocket down his front like a kid, but he does notice the hand reaching up, smearing away cheese and -- oh. Midoriya goes very still a moment, relatively certain that if he tried something like this he'd lose a finger. Acknowledging it is just going to make Bakugou bristle, though, so Midoriya hides his smile into the next bite and nudges lightly at him with a knee. ]
I don't think I've had those, either. They're the ones filled with cream cheese, right?
[Bakugou would absolutely, one hundred percent try to take a bite out of any of Midoriya's fingers, but that's just how he is--he can, everybody else can't. The knee bump gets a low, soft grunt, and some of the cheese and meat plops out onto the plate on the counter below him.]
Nah, they've got cheese. Cheese and pepperoni pieces, or just straight up cheese. They're, like... the fuck if I know, bagels with pizza toppings on them. Some American shit. There's some more.
Shit, I can't remember what they're called. They look like these, but tiny, and they're pizza flavored. [He takes a few more bites to finish off the hot pocket, and he gets the epiphany while having to wait to chew.] Rolls.
... I'm not sure I wanna eat anything smaller than this. I'd have to eat fifty to feel full.
[ Iida would never let anyone live off of boxes of anything from the freezer, which is probably for the best. Then again, these are good and cheap even if they're not the most healthy items he's ever eaten and pizza ones do sound pretty good. Once Bakugou specifies, he realizes what he means and nods. ]
Oh, pizza rolls. I think I had the cheese versions of those once. [ Sliding off the counter, he wipes the grease off the plate and tosses the napkins away, the plate going into the dishwasher. ] We could get some of those for movie night next week, maybe. I think I saw them when I was getting these.
Do whatever you want, nerd, but Jet Legs is going to bitch the entire time about eating processed, frozen food.
[When he's finished, he does much of the same, cleaning the plate and moving over to add it to the dishwasher. The napkins get bunched up with a crush of his fist and thrown into the trash can.]
I'm going to sit on the couch so I can finish my coffee.
[Being up early means there's still a slight bit of time before Iida is up, and he won't have to hear the guy complain about him drinking in the common area.]
[ He's mostly kidding, but he would buy a veggie platter too because Bakugou's right.
No one else seems awake yet, so he plunks the milk back into the fridge to keep it cool and grabs his mug. Some things about Bakugou are easy to read, but others he's not entirely certain of. Things have changed so much from when they were kids that he doesn't know for sure. It's a good thing; he's endlessly grateful that their relationship has changed from what it was but it also means he's operating on instinct not any sort of plan.
He'd need ten notebooks, at least, if he wanted to observe Bakugou's habits like he did quirks. ]
[Threading his fingers through the handle of the mug, he lifts it up and has a long, slow sip to make sure it isn't too close to the top to spill when he's shuffling toward the common area.]
About time you got out of my fucking hair, Deku.
[He clears his throat and glances over at Midoriya for a moment, and then he turns around and starts heading out of the kitchen with his coffee as he said he would. He's got to enjoy the peace and quiet for as long as it lasts.]
Go. You smell like shit. I can't believe you sat on the counter without showering after a run. Better hope I don't tell the Steam Engine.
He'll know you did the same thing. [ Midoriya waves a hand at him in response on his way past to the hallway, his own coffee mug held securely in hand. On the way in he exchanges sleepy good mornings and with a few people - those who were awake but hadn't stopped into the kitchen yet, instead groggily going from bedroom to the showers.
A quick stop at his room to get fresh clothes and then he goes to shower, changing into what's basically another set of pajamas for the day. His hair gets a cursory sweep with a towel to get out any droplets and he spends a few seconds some fiddling with his bangs before giving up on them. On the way back to his room, he passes Iida who thanks him for the coffee; nothing is said about the countertops but that could just be because he's tired.
Yawning, he hitches the blanket he'd taken from his room around his shoulders a little tighter and goes to grab a glass of water. Bakugou's sacked out on the couch as far as he can tell, but it's only when he gets closer he sees he's asleep. It probably won't last long as people wake up and start to wander in and out of here, but Midoriya's quiet as he fills a glass and puts it on the coffee table.
The blanket he'd snagged from his room gets draped over Bakugou after a moment of consideration, and then he settles himself into the loveseat, curled in his horrifically fluorescent yellow All Might hoodie, scrolling through his phone until Bakugou wakes up or someone comes through the common area too loudly.]
[Even with coffee, he falls asleep because he makes the mistake of stretching out on the three-seat couch. The common room is quiet, and the distant sound of doors opening don't bother him much at all.
He's Bakugou. Anyone who happened to pass through, not being Kirishima or Kaminari, and maybe even them too, left him alone. He's better this way. In all honesty, he even looks better, softer, with no sour scowl perpetually on his face.
The blanket's weight makes his brows twitch, but all he does is roll more toward the back of the couch for a short while.
There's no real reason why he wakes up, no loud noise or voice, no movement. His body casts him up to the surface of consciousness, and he just opens his eyes slowly, awake, warm and drowsy, and full of the familiar scent of... Midoriya?
He glances around the area as if he expects the need to be grumpy about being caught by several other classmates asleep, but there's only a green-haired boy on the loveseat. He has to double-take gently to realize it's Midoriya, and then the blanket makes more sense.
[ In some ways, no news is good news; Midoriya scrolls through his phone and there's nothing particularly eventful that's happened recently. No events requiring heroes, no moments where the League shows itself. It's just the normal news, and that's a relief, but sometimes his palms itch with the need to do something.
He texts with his mom a little while, waving and mouthing hellos to people who catch sight of them in the common room, but for the most part, they seem to congregate in the kitchen or head back to their rooms, unwilling to risk waking him. Midoriya gets it.
When Bakugou grunts, he cuts the blanket pile a quick grin. ]
Your mom is out to breakfast with mine and offered me fifty dollars if I can get a good picture of you like this. I turned her down, but that would be so many hot pockets.
[To no one's surprise, the blanket shifts, and a hand emerges from the depths of it only to offer Midoriya a precisely executed middle finger. Then it disappears again, and he turns over to face the back of the couch for a while. It's almost unnerving not hearing any huffing and puffing out of him for so long, and it seems maybe like he's fallen asleep again.
But then, slowly, he rolls over again to face outward.] I'll kill you if I find out you took any damn pictures of me sleeping. [He still sounds drowsily hoarse.]
Tell the hag she could've brought me some breakfast if she was good for anything.
[Look, his mom is so annoying (because she's a better version of him, of course), but he loves her anyway.]
[ It's a calculated play; half-awake Bakugou's less likely to explode things. You know, probably. Midoriya snickers at the middle finger and resists the urge to take a photo of this grumpy blanket lump with an arm sticking out but only just. ]
I didn't, don't worry. If I start this they'll be the ones to finish it.
[ His mom's already threatened that when he becomes a proper pro hero she's going to release his baby photos because it's what all moms get to do. Shifting on the loveseat, he curls further into a compact ball with his hoodie around his knees, hood up. The floppy little All Might antenna flop to either side like dog ears. ]
It's nice, though. Your mom hanging out with mine. I was kinda worried about her being alone in the house while we were here.
[The thing about being an athletic teenage boy is having a high metabolism, and having a high metabolism means he almost gives off as much heat as Todoroki. Conditioning yourself to swelter too for a sweat quirk doesn't help matters.
It isn't long before he's tossing the blanket off himself and back behind him, relishing the cooler air on the outside.
His eyes, though, peer up from around the small couch pillow at Midoriya. He doesn't say anything, only stares quietly. Not having a dad; the idea doesn't really dawn on him much when he doesn't understand what it's like to lack one.
He wonders if his own mother would be lonely at home without his father there. She's so independent and feisty, but... also incredibly emotional and sentimental.]
Mom's a sap, so she wouldn't let that happen. I don't know why you were fucking worried.
[ Midoriya watches the blanket get tossed and debates the merits of getting up to grab it and snuggle underneath it, but that's effort and he's cozy where he is right now. He can feel the weight of Bakugou's eyes on him, and after a moment dares to look back at him, waiting. ]
I know. I told my mom to tell yours thank you and she apparently said I could thank her with telling you to talk to her more.
[ Moms, dude. Yawning hugely, Midoriya hooks his legs over the edge of the loveseat, mismatched socks swinging idly back and forth like he doesn't know how to just be still unless he's thinking about it. ]
It's nice, though. I think she thinks about all of this less when they're talking; your mom is good at making sure she doesn't worry.
[Ugh, figures. Why is his mother so freaking embarrassing? Stop telling Deku shit!]
Nng...
[It begins. The volcano is rumbling. Reaching behind him, Bakugou grabs a handful of the blanket before flinging his legs over the edge of the couch and standing. He moves from there to the loveseat in two long strides, lifting a knee to press it into the seat by Midoriya.]
Give me that fuckin' phone, you nerd.
[The hand with the blanket shoves it down over Midoriya's head as a distraction, to blind, and his other hand reaches out to snatch the boy's phone away. For a moment or two, he can grip the top of Midoriya's head, but he has to let go to use both hands to try to text Midoriya's mother.]
TELL THAT DAMN OLD BAT IF SHE WANTS TO TALK TO ME TO CALL ME WHEN I'M NOT FUCKING BUSY
[ Oh, he's getting up. Midoriya gives him a dubious look, not quite sure what he's doing at first and then realizes. ]
Kacchan—
[ His blanket ends up covering his face, phone plucked neatly from his hand and Midoriya squawks like a disgruntled bird, shoving blindly at Bakugou. ]
You have your own phone! That's my mom! Kacchan!
[ He's laughing, though, resigned to it; his mom is going to know it wasn't him, so it's not like he's worried. He manages to surface from the blanket prison, damp hair going every which way from the blanket, grabbing Bakugou's forearm to hold him and try and wrestle the phone back. ]
[As soon as he's finished and Midoriya's head emerges from the blanket, he clamps his hand down on top of Midoriya's head again, squeezing gently with his fingers. It's strange; the hands on his forearm are a lot stronger now than the hands from when they were kids.
Midoriya has turned into an absolute unit, trying to catch up with him.]
Tch. That woman needs to quit tellin' your mom to tell me shit. If she wants something, she can do it herself, goddammit! Pisses me off.
[But as much as he would have maybe crushed Midoriya's phone when they were kids, he relents now, dropping it back down into Midoriya's lap and letting go of the damp, green head.]
[ Groaning, he lifts a leg up and shoves a sock-clad foot against Bakugou's chest to try and get him to back off, but there's no heat to it. He's still grinning like a lunatic, grabbing his phone and hiding it under the lump of blankets. ]
Kinda like how you could use your own phone to tell your mom off but you gotta grab mine? Like mother like son?
[ Actual Shithead Midoriya Izuku. He tugs the blankets further around himself like a burrito to protect him and releases Bakugou's arm to shamelessly huddle underneath the blanket even if it's haphazardly spread over him. ]
Hey, can you see the kitchen from here? Does the pot still have coffee?
[Having napped, while didn't put him in a better mood, absolutely gave him more energy. He starts to wind up his arm and his fist while Midoriya hunkers down, and it's a good thing Midoriya asks him about the coffee and the kitchen... or Midoriya would have definitely, 100% got a pounding.
Pausing, he turns to glance toward the kitchen, leaning back on his leg touching the floor to try to see the counter. His fisted hand and arm only lowers slightly.]
[ He's bracing, prepared for it and then — hell yeah, distracted. Bakugou's precariously placed enough that he could probably knock him off the couch if he tried, but he's not going to tempt fate right now. ]
Because I want coffee.
[ Obviously. Midoriya lifts his foot again and pushes against Bakugou's shoulder teasingly, his hand peeking out from under the blanket just in case he does get any punchy ideas. ]
[When the foot touches him, he snaps his head back down at Midoriya and glares. He grabs Midoriya's ankle and holds it taut, fingers squeezing.]
I'm gonna to give you a goddamn knuckle sandwich. [He swivels the leg down by his side and yanks his arm back, dragging Midoriya along the couch seat toward him and against his knees. The leg gets pinned under his elbow, and he leans down, getting a fistful of the pajamas near Midoriya's collar.] Time to pay your fucking dues, nerd.
[But all he does is heft Midoriya up by the collar and drop the other boy on two feet off the couch. He holds Midoriya a moment, then loosens his fingers and releases.]
[ He doesn't kick but the temptation is still there because Bakugou always draws it out of him; it's a good thing their fight was interrupted, but for better or worse Midoriya likes when they battle. He doesn't enjoy it when it's because they're both angry and things are terrible, but Bakugou is one of the few people who pushes him to be his best in every way possible.
Still. It's barely breakfast and if they break the furniture wrestling there'll be hell to pay. Midoriya yelps as he's dragged bodily across the couch and deposited somewhat neatly off of it, snagging his blanket while he's at it. If a little thrill goes through him when he's manhandled, well, Bakugou doesn't need to know about it. ]
I was comfortable.
[ It's a lazy complaint as Midoriya hefts his blanket up around himself but he heads into the kitchen to refill his glass of water and mug of coffee, pounding the water a moment later. The coffee gets another splash of milk and he starts a new pot before coming back out to toss a water bottle at Bakugou's chest once he's sure he'll catch it.
That done, he winds the blanket around like a cape and throws himself back onto the loveseat. ]
[While Midoriya goes into the kitchen, Bakugou turns around and flops down on the loveseat, lifting his legs and putting his feet on the table. He'll wait however long it takes for Iida to Kool-Aid Man it out of the wall to yell at him about taking them down.
The water bottle isn't hard to catch, not for him; he drops his phone against his stomach as he reaches up to grab it. Rolls his head back and takes a long drink of it. He puts it on the floor against the front of the couch, reclines back and doesn't move when Midoriya climbs onto the loveseat.
Fight him over the room, nerd.
Again, he lifts his phone to scroll through it, but after a moment or two, he reaches up to get a handful of the blanket and yank it off Midoriya toward himself.]
[ Bakugou's reflexes have always been impressive and this time isn't any different; he catches the water bottle effortlessly and Midoriya clambers back onto the couch, hissing when the coffee sloshes onto his fingers and he has to lick them clean.
Two people can fit onto this thing, but it means he can't stretch out or he'll put his feet into Bakugou's lap and probably lose them so that's not a great idea.
Instead, he curls his legs up to his chest and uses the blanket to cover himself, only for Bakugou to tug at it, nearly yanking it off entirely. Oh my god he mouths to the room at large, and shoulders Bakugou as he squirms to arrange it so they both can share it rather than Bakugou hoarding the lion's share. Once situated, he takes his phone back out as well, thumbing through social media idly while he sips at his coffee, Bakugou a warm, almost hot line against his side. ]
[For a while, Bakugou sits like this, partially slumped in the loveseat with some of the blanket and his phone in hand. Mostly, he's straight-faced, and even if he happens to find something LMAO-worthy, he does little more than perhaps crack the barest hints of a grin.
But that's enough for it to be charming, and it's a shame he is such a piece of shit; otherwise, he may give Shouto a run for endearing money.
Iida comes through, finally for Bakugou who is now awake, but a second time for Midoriya. Bakugou doesn't even glance up when he gets reemed dramatically for having socked feet on the table, and he purposefully leaves them there unnecessarily long before finally lowering them to the ground.
As soon as Iida is gone, however, the feet go right back up on the table, ankles crossing. In the LINE app, Midoriya gets a picture.
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Date: 2018-11-05 12:59 am (UTC)The end, as always, splits open the more bites that are taken, and cheese and hamburger run out on his fingers. He has to stop to suck on them before continuing.] It's what the damn sleeve is for, I said.
It's crispy enough with that. But if you don't use the sleeve, then they're soggy. [He glances up, stares at Midoriya for a moment or two. His expression is a tad strange, even when he keeps talking.] Just don't put Bagel Bites in the microwave. Even with the tray, they're too soggy. They're always better from the damn oven.
[Reaching up suddenly with his free hand, he jabs his thumb along the side of the other boy's mouth. The handling is a little rough, but when he pulls back... he pops the side of the thumb with the extracted cheese into his mouth and then absolutely goes back to finishing the rest of the hot pocket like it wasn't anything out of the ordinary.]
were you RAISED in a BARN????? HEROES SHOULD HAVE MANNERS!! THEY ARE REPRESENTI--
Date: 2018-11-05 01:07 am (UTC)[ It seems so unnecessary; they're good but they're not forty minutes of preparation and waiting good. Then again, it makes sense if he'd be putting twenty of them in the oven for other people. That would probably be faster than microwaving, but their freezer isn't big enough to hold as many hot pockets as the rest of class A would probably eat.
He doesn't notice the look he's getting at first, too pre-occupied with trying to make sure he doesn't lose half of his hot pocket down his front like a kid, but he does notice the hand reaching up, smearing away cheese and -- oh. Midoriya goes very still a moment, relatively certain that if he tried something like this he'd lose a finger. Acknowledging it is just going to make Bakugou bristle, though, so Midoriya hides his smile into the next bite and nudges lightly at him with a knee. ]
I don't think I've had those, either. They're the ones filled with cream cheese, right?
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Date: 2018-11-05 01:43 am (UTC)[Bakugou would absolutely, one hundred percent try to take a bite out of any of Midoriya's fingers, but that's just how he is--he can, everybody else can't. The knee bump gets a low, soft grunt, and some of the cheese and meat plops out onto the plate on the counter below him.]
Nah, they've got cheese. Cheese and pepperoni pieces, or just straight up cheese. They're, like... the fuck if I know, bagels with pizza toppings on them. Some American shit. There's some more.
Shit, I can't remember what they're called. They look like these, but tiny, and they're pizza flavored. [He takes a few more bites to finish off the hot pocket, and he gets the epiphany while having to wait to chew.] Rolls.
Pizza rolls.
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Date: 2018-11-05 01:52 am (UTC)[ Iida would never let anyone live off of boxes of anything from the freezer, which is probably for the best. Then again, these are good and cheap even if they're not the most healthy items he's ever eaten and pizza ones do sound pretty good. Once Bakugou specifies, he realizes what he means and nods. ]
Oh, pizza rolls. I think I had the cheese versions of those once. [ Sliding off the counter, he wipes the grease off the plate and tosses the napkins away, the plate going into the dishwasher. ] We could get some of those for movie night next week, maybe. I think I saw them when I was getting these.
LMAO oh my god
Date: 2018-11-05 02:19 am (UTC)[When he's finished, he does much of the same, cleaning the plate and moving over to add it to the dishwasher. The napkins get bunched up with a crush of his fist and thrown into the trash can.]
I'm going to sit on the couch so I can finish my coffee.
[Being up early means there's still a slight bit of time before Iida is up, and he won't have to hear the guy complain about him drinking in the common area.]
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Date: 2018-11-05 02:24 am (UTC)[ He's mostly kidding, but he would buy a veggie platter too because Bakugou's right.
No one else seems awake yet, so he plunks the milk back into the fridge to keep it cool and grabs his mug. Some things about Bakugou are easy to read, but others he's not entirely certain of. Things have changed so much from when they were kids that he doesn't know for sure. It's a good thing; he's endlessly grateful that their relationship has changed from what it was but it also means he's operating on instinct not any sort of plan.
He'd need ten notebooks, at least, if he wanted to observe Bakugou's habits like he did quirks. ]
I should really shower and change.
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Date: 2018-11-05 02:52 am (UTC)About time you got out of my fucking hair, Deku.
[He clears his throat and glances over at Midoriya for a moment, and then he turns around and starts heading out of the kitchen with his coffee as he said he would. He's got to enjoy the peace and quiet for as long as it lasts.]
Go. You smell like shit. I can't believe you sat on the counter without showering after a run. Better hope I don't tell the Steam Engine.
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Date: 2018-11-05 03:53 am (UTC)A quick stop at his room to get fresh clothes and then he goes to shower, changing into what's basically another set of pajamas for the day. His hair gets a cursory sweep with a towel to get out any droplets and he spends a few seconds some fiddling with his bangs before giving up on them. On the way back to his room, he passes Iida who thanks him for the coffee; nothing is said about the countertops but that could just be because he's tired.
Yawning, he hitches the blanket he'd taken from his room around his shoulders a little tighter and goes to grab a glass of water. Bakugou's sacked out on the couch as far as he can tell, but it's only when he gets closer he sees he's asleep. It probably won't last long as people wake up and start to wander in and out of here, but Midoriya's quiet as he fills a glass and puts it on the coffee table.
The blanket he'd snagged from his room gets draped over Bakugou after a moment of consideration, and then he settles himself into the loveseat, curled in his horrifically fluorescent yellow All Might hoodie, scrolling through his phone until Bakugou wakes up or someone comes through the common area too loudly.]
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Date: 2018-11-05 04:14 am (UTC)He's Bakugou. Anyone who happened to pass through, not being Kirishima or Kaminari, and maybe even them too, left him alone. He's better this way. In all honesty, he even looks better, softer, with no sour scowl perpetually on his face.
The blanket's weight makes his brows twitch, but all he does is roll more toward the back of the couch for a short while.
There's no real reason why he wakes up, no loud noise or voice, no movement. His body casts him up to the surface of consciousness, and he just opens his eyes slowly, awake, warm and drowsy, and full of the familiar scent of... Midoriya?
He glances around the area as if he expects the need to be grumpy about being caught by several other classmates asleep, but there's only a green-haired boy on the loveseat. He has to double-take gently to realize it's Midoriya, and then the blanket makes more sense.
But all he can really do is gruny sleepily.]
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Date: 2018-11-05 04:30 am (UTC)He texts with his mom a little while, waving and mouthing hellos to people who catch sight of them in the common room, but for the most part, they seem to congregate in the kitchen or head back to their rooms, unwilling to risk waking him. Midoriya gets it.
When Bakugou grunts, he cuts the blanket pile a quick grin. ]
Your mom is out to breakfast with mine and offered me fifty dollars if I can get a good picture of you like this. I turned her down, but that would be so many hot pockets.
[ Friendship. ]
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Date: 2018-11-05 02:29 pm (UTC)But then, slowly, he rolls over again to face outward.] I'll kill you if I find out you took any damn pictures of me sleeping. [He still sounds drowsily hoarse.]
Tell the hag she could've brought me some breakfast if she was good for anything.
[Look, his mom is so annoying (because she's a better version of him, of course), but he loves her anyway.]
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Date: 2018-11-05 06:43 pm (UTC)I didn't, don't worry. If I start this they'll be the ones to finish it.
[ His mom's already threatened that when he becomes a proper pro hero she's going to release his baby photos because it's what all moms get to do. Shifting on the loveseat, he curls further into a compact ball with his hoodie around his knees, hood up. The floppy little All Might antenna flop to either side like dog ears. ]
It's nice, though. Your mom hanging out with mine. I was kinda worried about her being alone in the house while we were here.
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Date: 2018-11-05 07:16 pm (UTC)It isn't long before he's tossing the blanket off himself and back behind him, relishing the cooler air on the outside.
His eyes, though, peer up from around the small couch pillow at Midoriya. He doesn't say anything, only stares quietly. Not having a dad; the idea doesn't really dawn on him much when he doesn't understand what it's like to lack one.
He wonders if his own mother would be lonely at home without his father there. She's so independent and feisty, but... also incredibly emotional and sentimental.]
Mom's a sap, so she wouldn't let that happen. I don't know why you were fucking worried.
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Date: 2018-11-05 07:21 pm (UTC)I know. I told my mom to tell yours thank you and she apparently said I could thank her with telling you to talk to her more.
[ Moms, dude. Yawning hugely, Midoriya hooks his legs over the edge of the loveseat, mismatched socks swinging idly back and forth like he doesn't know how to just be still unless he's thinking about it. ]
It's nice, though. I think she thinks about all of this less when they're talking; your mom is good at making sure she doesn't worry.
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Date: 2018-11-05 08:03 pm (UTC)Nng...
[It begins. The volcano is rumbling. Reaching behind him, Bakugou grabs a handful of the blanket before flinging his legs over the edge of the couch and standing. He moves from there to the loveseat in two long strides, lifting a knee to press it into the seat by Midoriya.]
Give me that fuckin' phone, you nerd.
[The hand with the blanket shoves it down over Midoriya's head as a distraction, to blind, and his other hand reaches out to snatch the boy's phone away. For a moment or two, he can grip the top of Midoriya's head, but he has to let go to use both hands to try to text Midoriya's mother.]
TELL THAT DAMN OLD BAT IF SHE WANTS TO TALK TO ME TO CALL ME WHEN I'M NOT FUCKING BUSY
[RIP Midoriya.]
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Date: 2018-11-05 08:06 pm (UTC)Kacchan—
[ His blanket ends up covering his face, phone plucked neatly from his hand and Midoriya squawks like a disgruntled bird, shoving blindly at Bakugou. ]
You have your own phone! That's my mom! Kacchan!
[ He's laughing, though, resigned to it; his mom is going to know it wasn't him, so it's not like he's worried. He manages to surface from the blanket prison, damp hair going every which way from the blanket, grabbing Bakugou's forearm to hold him and try and wrestle the phone back. ]
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Date: 2018-11-05 08:18 pm (UTC)Midoriya has turned into an absolute unit, trying to catch up with him.]
Tch. That woman needs to quit tellin' your mom to tell me shit. If she wants something, she can do it herself, goddammit! Pisses me off.
[But as much as he would have maybe crushed Midoriya's phone when they were kids, he relents now, dropping it back down into Midoriya's lap and letting go of the damp, green head.]
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Date: 2018-11-05 08:24 pm (UTC)Kinda like how you could use your own phone to tell your mom off but you gotta grab mine? Like mother like son?
[ Actual Shithead Midoriya Izuku. He tugs the blankets further around himself like a burrito to protect him and releases Bakugou's arm to shamelessly huddle underneath the blanket even if it's haphazardly spread over him. ]
Hey, can you see the kitchen from here? Does the pot still have coffee?
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Date: 2018-11-05 08:41 pm (UTC)[Having napped, while didn't put him in a better mood, absolutely gave him more energy. He starts to wind up his arm and his fist while Midoriya hunkers down, and it's a good thing Midoriya asks him about the coffee and the kitchen... or Midoriya would have definitely, 100% got a pounding.
Pausing, he turns to glance toward the kitchen, leaning back on his leg touching the floor to try to see the counter. His fisted hand and arm only lowers slightly.]
I don't fuckin' know! I think so. Why?
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Date: 2018-11-05 08:45 pm (UTC)Because I want coffee.
[ Obviously. Midoriya lifts his foot again and pushes against Bakugou's shoulder teasingly, his hand peeking out from under the blanket just in case he does get any punchy ideas. ]
You gotta move if I'm going to get some though.
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Date: 2018-11-05 09:07 pm (UTC)I'm gonna to give you a goddamn knuckle sandwich. [He swivels the leg down by his side and yanks his arm back, dragging Midoriya along the couch seat toward him and against his knees. The leg gets pinned under his elbow, and he leans down, getting a fistful of the pajamas near Midoriya's collar.] Time to pay your fucking dues, nerd.
[But all he does is heft Midoriya up by the collar and drop the other boy on two feet off the couch. He holds Midoriya a moment, then loosens his fingers and releases.]
Get me a bottle of water.
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Date: 2018-11-05 09:13 pm (UTC)Still. It's barely breakfast and if they break the furniture wrestling there'll be hell to pay. Midoriya yelps as he's dragged bodily across the couch and deposited somewhat neatly off of it, snagging his blanket while he's at it. If a little thrill goes through him when he's manhandled, well, Bakugou doesn't need to know about it. ]
I was comfortable.
[ It's a lazy complaint as Midoriya hefts his blanket up around himself but he heads into the kitchen to refill his glass of water and mug of coffee, pounding the water a moment later. The coffee gets another splash of milk and he starts a new pot before coming back out to toss a water bottle at Bakugou's chest once he's sure he'll catch it.
That done, he winds the blanket around like a cape and throws himself back onto the loveseat. ]
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Date: 2018-11-05 09:28 pm (UTC)[While Midoriya goes into the kitchen, Bakugou turns around and flops down on the loveseat, lifting his legs and putting his feet on the table. He'll wait however long it takes for Iida to Kool-Aid Man it out of the wall to yell at him about taking them down.
The water bottle isn't hard to catch, not for him; he drops his phone against his stomach as he reaches up to grab it. Rolls his head back and takes a long drink of it. He puts it on the floor against the front of the couch, reclines back and doesn't move when Midoriya climbs onto the loveseat.
Fight him over the room, nerd.
Again, he lifts his phone to scroll through it, but after a moment or two, he reaches up to get a handful of the blanket and yank it off Midoriya toward himself.]
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Date: 2018-11-05 09:53 pm (UTC)Two people can fit onto this thing, but it means he can't stretch out or he'll put his feet into Bakugou's lap and probably lose them so that's not a great idea.
Instead, he curls his legs up to his chest and uses the blanket to cover himself, only for Bakugou to tug at it, nearly yanking it off entirely. Oh my god he mouths to the room at large, and shoulders Bakugou as he squirms to arrange it so they both can share it rather than Bakugou hoarding the lion's share. Once situated, he takes his phone back out as well, thumbing through social media idly while he sips at his coffee, Bakugou a warm, almost hot line against his side. ]
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Date: 2018-11-05 10:21 pm (UTC)But that's enough for it to be charming, and it's a shame he is such a piece of shit; otherwise, he may give Shouto a run for endearing money.
Iida comes through, finally for Bakugou who is now awake, but a second time for Midoriya. Bakugou doesn't even glance up when he gets reemed dramatically for having socked feet on the table, and he purposefully leaves them there unnecessarily long before finally lowering them to the ground.
As soon as Iida is gone, however, the feet go right back up on the table, ankles crossing. In the LINE app, Midoriya gets a picture.
This.
Did he do this with Uraraka's picture? No one knows. Then another one comes through.]
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