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[dynamight]

[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.

But all he can really do is gruny sleepily.]

[pacifisting]

[ 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.

[ Friendship. ]

[dynamight]

[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.]

[pacifisting]

[ 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.

[dynamight]

[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.

[pacifisting]

[ 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.

[dynamight]

[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

[RIP Midoriya.]

[pacifisting]

[ 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. ]

[dynamight]

[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.]

[pacifisting]

[ 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?

[dynamight]

You little shit!

[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?

[pacifisting]

[ 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. ]

You gotta move if I'm going to get some though.

[dynamight]

[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.]

Get me a bottle of water.

[pacifisting]

[ 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. ]

[dynamight]

Too bad.

[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.]

[pacifisting]

[ 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. ]

[dynamight]

[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.

This.

Did he do this with Uraraka's picture? No one knows. Then another one comes through.]

[pacifisting]

[ In-between posts, Midoriya texts idly with the others, organizing a study group for tuesday night in advance of their exam and a few other training sessions because he has a few things he wants to try out. It's nice. Comfortable, even, sharing space on the couch like this on a quiet morning. It's not where he thought they'd be all these years later but he's grateful.

Of course, when Iida comes through Midoriya waits, hiding his laughter into the blanket when predictably, he gestures and chastises him for putting his feet up like a heathen. Once he's gone, Midoriya slowly extends his own legs and shakes the blanket out until it covers their feet, too.

The first picture gets a twitch of his lips. The second, a barely withheld noise that's basically a giggle. After a moment of furious typing, he comes back with one to send. He actually sent me this last week. All Might appreciating ridiculous memes about himself is genuinely one of the best things Midoriya's ever encountered. ]

[dynamight]

[Honestly, Bakugou tries his very best. Gives it his one hundred percent. It's easy to be deadpan and flat-faced when imposed upon by the idiocy of his well-meaning friends.

But All Might memes?

He loses it in a low, clenched sputter, turning his head quickly in the opposite direction as if that'd somehow keep secret his amusement.] Goddammit. [Lifting an elbow, he shoves it hard enough against Midoriya to hopefully at least teeter the other boy over.]

Fuck off.

[But he still has a bit of a grin on his lips. All Might is so fucking stupid. He sends the picture to Kirishima just because sharing memes is what friends do instead of talking.]

[pacifisting]

[ He knew it, he knew it. Midoriya doesn't care that he's being shoved, he's too busy laughing Bakugou's reaction to care. He shoves back with a snicker, bracing himself against the arm of the couch so he doesn't topple over and then spends a few moments painstakingly arranging the blanket nest again until he's huddled underneath it. ]

It's good, right?

[ The hood falls down into his eyes, the hair-antenna flopping down too while he ducks his head and thumbs through his phone for more options, but nothing is as good as that. Opening PokemonGo gives him some other options, though; a moment later there's another image that comes through: first this and then a particularly good image of Bakugou that someone took during some battle or another. It's you.

He's absolutely named every single typhlosion after Bakugou in his inventory. ]

[dynamight]

What the hell!!

[Okay. Fair. If anyone out of this class is typhlosion, it’s defintiely him. But Midoriya gets a small glare just because... just BECAUSE!] Whatever. It’s is a good one. That’s all that fucking matters. [Who would pick cyndaquil? Bakugou. He’s predictable. Leave him alone.

Briefly, he keeps his head turns against the back of the couch, peering at Midoriya’s phone and watching what the other boy is doing until apps move to something more personal like LINE or texts. He turns his head back, scrolling through his phone a bit more.] Here’s you.

[He turns his phone around to show Midoriya the screen. Hm. It isn’t something completely stupid. Amazing.]

[pacifisting]

[ More laughter, because he's right and he knows it. The glare does nothing to phase him. ] He's a pretty decent fire type, yeah. Ho-Oh might do a little more damage, but I don't have a full team of them, yet.

[ He's well aware Bakugou's looking over his shoulder and it doesn't bother him; he's scrolling through the pokemon he's caught, various ones named for their classmates, others labeled with numbers. There's nothing below a 90 for any numbered Pokemon. ]

Mmm, Lucario is good! He evolves into something really cool later on, too.

[ Back to scrolling, but a moment later he sends another image over LINE. ]

[dynamight]

[Midoriya gets a weirdly unreadable look for a moment, and Bakugou uncharacteristically doesn’t comment on the idea of “Lucario” evolving into something cool later. Stupid.

He goes back to his phone, but there isn’t much to do except scroll through more memes or social media. LINE pings and he switches apps. This time, there’s no spontaneous laughter, but there is a grin he tries his best to conceal.]

fucking stupid
you’re a moron

[Without turning his head, he cuts his eyes to the side at Midoriya.] Did he send you that one, too? [He can’t believe All Might is into his own dumb memes.]

[pacifisting]

[ He's used to not knowing exactly what's going on in Bakugou's head; the look gets one in return, not quite sure what he's supposed to say or do there. At least Bakugou's entertained; the back to back texts get a stupid grin in response, pleased. ]

Yeah, he thinks they're the best things ever. I send him any of the good ones I find, but he finds more than I do, really. I have so many.

[ It's cute, and Midoriya loves it but more than that he's endlessly grateful that All Might has these silly little things to distract himself, in addition to classes. He's not sure how he'd handle retirement himself since he's got years and years to worry about it but hopefully it's with as much grace as All Might has and maybe as many memes.

Unsurprisingly, his All Might folder has the most. There's another one. ]

[dynamight]

[Fuck. It's too early in the morning. He laughs, short and sudden, once. But it's a laugh, and he hates it so much. The fact the drawing is fucking stupid and the "ok here" is so simple, he groans lowly and rolls his eyes into space as his head falls back.]

They're so goddamn stupid.

[In half a minute or so, Midoriya gets a ping through LINE instead. Honestly, the other boy has probably seen a majority of any All Might shit Bakugou could send, but whatever. The point was to bring it up again.]