[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ The number of times Midoriya's wrung a real laugh out of Bakugou - a proper one, not a mocking one, is pretty small so he savors this while it's happening and isn't dumb enough to comment on it. ]
I know, right?
[ Even if he has seen it, Midoriya snickers like it's all new and clicks save, and then - hm.
A speculative look at Bakugou not sure if he's going to do the right thing by suggesting this or not. He sends a text message off first to make sure it's alright and then nudges him with his elbow, gentle. ]
All Might says you should send him any good ones you find. If you wanted.
[Maybe it's because it is early in the morning. Maybe it's because he's had a little coffee, a nap, or maybe it's because it's warm tucked into the loveseat with the blanket over his lap and legs.
Maybe it's because it's All Might, and yeah, that's probably got a lot to do with it.
The look on his face is... softer, legitimately surprised, sort of uncertain and hopeful all at once. Brief, when it comes to Bakugou's moods, but lingering long enough before it's replaced by knotted brows and thin lips. Not angry. Still unsure.]
[ There aren't many people who get to see him like this, who get to see that expression on his face and Midoriya feels greedy, almost, as he waits for him to respond. All Might means so much to both of them and it's only right that they get to share such a silly thing but -- damnit.
Midoriya doesn't argue, because that's not a fight he'd win. Instead, he thumbs away a few messages to All Might, and then his phone pings in quick succession.
TELL YOUNG BAKUGOU IT IS NOT A BOTHER the first one states and then it keeps going, so Midoriya just hands his phone over, taking a long sip of his coffee as he waits. It could go either way; really, but Midoriya hopes it's a good thing. ]
[For a second, he's irritable, but seeing the text on the screen makes his face bunch. It's a rather ugly face, sure; he's trying to keep it together, to not lose the tough guy, shitty attitude he always wears when dealing with everyone else.
But Midoriya isn't wrong, All Might means a lot to both of them.]
Stop yelling, you old bastard. You're gonna regret letting me when I spam your ass with memes.
[Carefully, he puts the number from Midoriya's phone into his own--All Might. And then he hands Midoriya the right phone back again. The other boy gets a soft, small, suspicious glare. He mutters something when he goes back to his own phone, to text All Might to let the man know who the number belongs to.
Midoriya has one heart-stopping moment where he's terrified he's done this all wrong and then Bakugou takes down All Might's number without a protest and his phone is handed back, not tossed into his face. Wildly successful, then. Midoriya takes his phone back and texts All Might a quick thank you and nestles further under the blanket, pleased. ]
You gotta promise you still send me all the good ones.
[ His whole day has basically been made because he got to do this for Bakugou and it went well; there's no hiding the way he's smiling stupidly at his phone, warm all the way down to his toes in a way that has nothing to do with the blanket. ]
[Gently, Bakugou sinks down a little more into the loveseat and the blanket, feeling warm in the pit of his chest himself. He really does think a lot of All Might, as most people do... but between him and Midoriya, there was a lot of fanboying to go around.
Maybe it's a bit weird to be on such close terms with All Might, but he'll take it.
So he sends All Might one and drops the phone gently on the middle of his chest beneath the blanket. He has a kind of stupid half smile on his face when he closes his eyes to rest them a minute or two.]
[ He's going to be pleased with himself forever. Midoriya doesn't say anything else because he doesn't need to, but he's absolutely not paying any attention to his phone right then. He thumbs along it like he's doing something but he isn't taking in any words on the screen.
All of his attention is focused on Bakugou, and his hands itch to take a photo of him. There's no good reason to do it, and it'd only irritate him, so Midoriya compromises and does his level best to memorize this moment.
He focuses his attention properly on his phone, though, not wanting to risk Bakugou seeing him stare and hollering about it, or mistaking it for...well, he doesn't know what, but this is nice and he desperately doesn't want to fuck it up, so he's curling on his end of the couch, savoring this. ]
[Once again, he almost dozes off. Slowly, his quiet, lopsided smile softens into placidity, and his chin begins to carefully tip toward his shoulder, but there's a gentle buzz which reverberates on his chest when his phone vibrates.
Blearily, he blinks opens his eyes and glances down, easing the phone out of the edge of the blanket so he can look at the screen. It's a LINE from his mom, but he can't tell what it is because the message box on the notif is blank.
So he unlocks his phone and groans softly. Turning it around, he holds it out toward Midoriya, so the other boy can see. It's the most endearing, embarrassing mom selfies as mom selfies go--both his mom and Midoriya's mom while out for breakfast.]
[ He's just going through his pokemon on his phone, appraising them and trashing them if they're 95 or below. It's a fairly intensive process where he takes a screencap every time to note their ratings and then inputs a name for each one manually.
Maybe it's just that he's relaxed and barely paying attention, or maybe he just likes tempting fate but he does what he'd do with one of the others when they're all lounging on the couch in a puppy pile: he leans over into Bakugou's space to see it from where he's slouched.
It's a cute photo; Midoriya makes a little aaw noise under his breath and then slides back over to his side of the couch. Their version of it would be funny - Bakugou and Midoriya in PJs with frozen hot pockets but his mom doesn't need any reason to fuss about how he's eating. Instead, he arranges the hoodie's hood so it's not in his eyes, adjusts the blanket and turns the camera to selfie mode, posing, glancing at Bakugou. ]
Better than sending our moms a picture of the hot pocket box.
[Surprisingly, Bakugou doesn't seem to mind much when Midoriya leans over to look at the picture his mother sent him. Midoriya isn't being a nuisance, at least, so whatever. It's fine.
He texts something back to his mom, probably obscene yelling that doesn't hold nearly as much water as he tries to make out like it does. And then he glances up when Midoriya starts shifting and moving around.
He stares. Ugh...] You've gotta be fucking shitting me. This is stupid. [Reaching up, reaching out, he grabs the front of the hood and tugs it down over Midoriya's head and eyes.
And then he reaches around Midoriya's neck and hook it in the crook of his elbow, pinning it. Perfect. He brings his phone around in the other hand, thumbing his way to one side of the lock screen to open the camera. He snaps a picture of him grinning smugly and poor Midoriya being bullied.]
[ He absolutely should have taken a picture of Bakugou and sent it to his mom, he should have known. Yelping, Midoriya swings to grab Bakugou's arm and misses, blinded by his hood and promptly dragged into a pin. It's not a choke hold because he's not choking, but he knows exactly kind of picture they'll get.
Muscle memory wants him to try and flip Bakugou over his shoulder, but he'd probably just make more of a mess depending on where their drinks are. He doesn't actually want to fight him in the common room, though; if he has to do what's effectively house arrest as punishment ever again he's going to go nuts.
Rather than fight the grip, he shoves in against Bakugou's chest with his shoulder and braces his legs against the arm; he'll push both of them off the sofa if he needs to. A moment later, unbeknownst to him, Kaminari walks into the common room and sees this. One look at Midoriya, then to Bakugou and the phone. Don't break the couch before movie night, dude, and then he keeps on walking into the kitchen.
Grunting, Midoriya winds a hand around Bakugou's forearm and pulls adding just a touch of his quirk. He has no leverage like this but he's not going to risk using too much and snapping Bakugou's arm. ]
He's right, I don't want to have to fix the couch. [ Another elbow for good measure, but his pushing doesn't exactly stop either. ]
[The fact that Midoriya now puts up a fight is both annoying and thrilling. Annoying that he doesn't have a shrimp nerd he can beat up on for following him around like a shadow; thrilling because now Midoriya can and will return the attitude he's been craving all these years.
Dropping his phone somewhere on the couch, he gladly tussles back with the other boy, teeth gritted.] You're askin' for it, Deku... [He only pauses when Kaminari thinks it's best to speak up. The guy is lucky Bakugou tolerates both his and Kirishima's general presence. It's either a K-thing or Bakugou is (definitely) a morosexual.]
Mind your own damn business, Pikachu.
[His attention snaps down to Midoriya when he feels the slight rise in strength. Is this fucker using One For All on him? His arm clamps down harder around the back of Midoriya's neck. His other hand gently claws up to try to cover the front of Midoriya's face, palm damp.] You wanna go, you little bastard? [One leg twines around Midoriya's knee.
He has enough hunk in his arms and chest and back, and he twists, sending them off the couch to the floor between it and the table, Midoriya first. Sorry that his heavy ass is landing on top.]
If you ruin this sweater 'cause you're being a jerk --
[ He doesn't sound too heated, though, because so far there haven't been any explosions and he doesn't smell anything burning so hopefully Bakugou doesn't get too ridiculously rowdy.
Fighting to get the hood up enough he winds up with a sweaty palm in his face and - wow yeah, okay, good that it's not poison or something because that's sweat on his face and it's groooooooss. There's a moment of twisting and then, abruptly, Midoriya spills onto the ground with a yip and oof, the thud audible as Bakugou lands on top and Midoriya thrashes, trying to get enough leverage to twist their positions and pin him blindly. ]
[Much like when he ended the fight between them in the street, Bakugou lands on Midoriya in a way that says he knows what Midoriya is capable of doing. One leg rests on one of the other boy's, and both hands pin Midoriya at the wrists. His knees keep him elevated, ready.
A smug grin slowly curls his lips back. The thrashing makes him settle his hips down, adding more weight. He's stocky, full of muscle, and even though he won't crush Midoriya who is also fairly fit now, it helps somewhat.]
[ They could be napping on the couch right now, but no, Bakugou has to do this and Midoriya, unable to resist, is just going to stoke the flames higher. Worse; he can hear the smirk in Bakugou's tone and while he does want his friends to be happy, it also rankles at him and makes him try to brace his weight to throw him.
Bakugou's heavy though, and he's used to this. Midoriya figures he probably could get enough leverage to shove them both back but he doesn't know what they'd hit and he's not about to break the coffee table or spill their coffee, but he also kind of wants to. With a few shakes of his head like a dog, he flips the hood back and gives Bakugou a dubious look over his shoulder, cheeks flushed with exertion. ]
I'm gonna send your mom as many unflattering pictures of you as I can over the next week.
[ Not all fights need to be won with strength, jerk. ]
[Damn. The taunt is basically just like Midoriya standing in front of wild flames and fanning without slowing or quitting. A big bottle of oxygen, dumped right onto Bakugou's fire.
His eyes light up with the threat, and his fist squeeze Midoriya's wrists before popping away. He grabs the other boy around the shoulders and neck, crushing without it necessarily being painful, bending Midoriya back against his chest.]
You're gonna fucking what now? [It's hissed right by Midoriya's ear. He locks his forearm with his other, keeping them wound under Midoriya's chin. Even so, it's blatantly apparent he's holding back. After the fight in the street, it's clear he's holding back.] You wanna try that again, shrimp?
That stupid little notebook of yours won't be the only thing I throw in a damn fountain. Now: [He squeezes and pulls back just briefly on Midoriya's throat.] Say, "Kacchan, you're gonna be Number One," and I'll let go.
[ Once, he would have trembled, once, he would have stammered his way through a response and been flustered and upset because there wasn't much else he could do. Now, well, Midoriya is yanked up into a curve, grinning viciously over his shoulder. ]
You're cheating, you know.
[ Low blow, but there's no malice to his tone as he smacks his head back, trying to connect it with Bakugou's face. Not hard enough to break his nose, but hard enough to knock him back a little bit while he strains against the hold, gritting his teeth. There's a little part of him pleased that Bakugou says kacchan, but it's mostly swallowed up by the urge to throw him off in the least property-damaging way possible. He can't get his legs under himself, but he can try and smack back against Bakugou again and then twist to the side to try and knock him into the couch. ]
[It works. Even being reactionary, Bakugou is too close not to get whacked in the face by the back of Midoriya's green head. He grunts lowly, grip loosening, one hand slipping away to reach up and hold his nose.]
Goddammit.
[The hit gets him, too, distracted by the bump to his face, and he rocks over to crash gently into the front of the couch.] Deku! [The red eyes glare, and he only slowly lowers his hand to glance at the palm. Nothing is there, but his nose feels weird for a moment.
Then wet. He taps the back of his hand against his nose again and it comes away speckled with blood.]
Yeah. [ Breathless agreement: his head is pretty fucking hard; it's saved his life tons of times.
Once, that might have been enough; he's fought back, he's distracted Bakugou, and that's it, right? Once, maybe. Now, Midoriya uses every advantage he has, scrambling up and shoving the hood back, twisting until he can grab the front of Bakugou's shirt.
It's not the first time either of them have bled and after a cursory look over, Midoriya figures he's probably fine, and abruptly does his best to wrestle Bakugou into a pin on the ground, pulling some of the same moves Bakugou did. Walking past the common room is Todoroki, who stops and eyes them. Morning Todoroki! Midoriya chirps like he's not a fucking mess of mussed hair, wrinkled pajamas, and currently trying to wrestle Bakugou into submission. There's a pause and then a very dry Good morning Midoriya, Bakugou, and then Todoroki leaves for the kitchen. ]
[Midoriya doesn't stop; instead, Bakugou gets jumped, and he jerks to try to grapple the boy wrestling him. But he goes over, slipping off the front of the couch and onto the floor. His knee comes up to try to keep Midoriya at bay.
The palms of his hands crackle, like pop rocks, and the sweetly sick smell of nitroglycerin wafts up. Thankfully, there's no explosions, but he continues to try to jostle with Midoriya even when Todoroki shows face.]
Fuck off, Halfy! We're busy! HEY! DON'T FUCKING SMILE AT HIM LIKE YOU AREN'T GETTING YOUR ASS HANDED BY ME, DEKU! PAY ATTENTION!
[Pushing with his arms, he tries to reach up and grab Midoriya's head and neck, though it's difficult with Midoriya holding him. His fingers claw at the air helplessly.]
[ Nothing's broken yet which is honestly a shock, but Midoriya figures that's probably only going to last for so long. Neither of them are willing to give up easily and when he smells burnt sugar he's not exactly surprised; they can't let loose on their quirks in here but a hint of it on either side isn't exactly a shock.
Grunting, Midoriya ducks a hand and does his best to try and pin both of his wrists to the carpet, yelping when the position nearly means he lets off of Bakugou's legs.
Bakugou's still taller than him but Midoriya's also more solid than he used to be; he drops his weight onto Bakugou's back gracelessly to try and knock the air out of him. ]
You're the one who couldn't sit on the couch for more than ten minutes!
I CAN SIT ON THE DAMN COUCH JUST FINE! YOU STARTED THIS!
[Technically, he started this with the physicality, but shut up, listen. Like he'll admit that. Clearly, this is Midoriya's fault.
Growling, he begins to thrash until Midoriya slumps down on top of him, and then he crumples against the carpet under the sudden weight.] Get the hell off me, Deku, you bastard! Who's cheating now?!
[Even with both wrists pinned, Bakugou tries his best to shove his palms against the floor and heft himself up, Midoriya included, balanced on his back. Basically, he's doing push-ups with additional weight, but it's fine. He's strong. He's mostly trying to get Midoriya off balance so he can hopefully dump the other boy off.]
[ He's absolutely cheating. Midoriya very nearly laughs as Bakugou goes down and then -
Oh.
He knows Bakugou's strong. He's all lean, wiry muscle to go with an incredible quirk. Midoriya's been in enough fights with him and seen him in enough fights to know that he needs all that muscle to be able to pull off the precise movements he does with such a quick reaction time. It's still a little startling when he pushes himself up like it's fucking nothing and Midoriya has to swallow down a surprised noise. Rather than try and keep wrestling him, he does roll off and away, getting to his knees hopefully away from him.
One hand shoves up his sleeves, and then he does the same with the other; he's warm but doesn't trust Bakugou not to go for him again, potentially. ]
I don't ever forget how strong you are, but Kacchan, I didn't realize you could do that.
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Date: 2018-11-06 01:30 am (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 2018-11-06 01:55 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2018-11-06 02:02 am (UTC)I know, right?
[ Even if he has seen it, Midoriya snickers like it's all new and clicks save, and then - hm.
A speculative look at Bakugou not sure if he's going to do the right thing by suggesting this or not. He sends a text message off first to make sure it's alright and then nudges him with his elbow, gentle. ]
All Might says you should send him any good ones you find. If you wanted.
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Date: 2018-11-06 02:09 am (UTC)Maybe it's because it's All Might, and yeah, that's probably got a lot to do with it.
The look on his face is... softer, legitimately surprised, sort of uncertain and hopeful all at once. Brief, when it comes to Bakugou's moods, but lingering long enough before it's replaced by knotted brows and thin lips. Not angry. Still unsure.]
Nah, forget it. I ain't gonna bother him.
[And he looks away, back at his phone.]
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Date: 2018-11-06 02:13 am (UTC)Midoriya doesn't argue, because that's not a fight he'd win. Instead, he thumbs away a few messages to All Might, and then his phone pings in quick succession.
TELL YOUNG BAKUGOU IT IS NOT A BOTHER the first one states and then it keeps going, so Midoriya just hands his phone over, taking a long sip of his coffee as he waits. It could go either way; really, but Midoriya hopes it's a good thing. ]
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Date: 2018-11-06 02:21 am (UTC)But Midoriya isn't wrong, All Might means a lot to both of them.]
Stop yelling, you old bastard. You're gonna regret letting me when I spam your ass with memes.
[Carefully, he puts the number from Midoriya's phone into his own--All Might. And then he hands Midoriya the right phone back again. The other boy gets a soft, small, suspicious glare. He mutters something when he goes back to his own phone, to text All Might to let the man know who the number belongs to.
Sounds an awful lot like "thanks."]
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Date: 2018-11-06 02:26 am (UTC)Midoriya has one heart-stopping moment where he's terrified he's done this all wrong and then Bakugou takes down All Might's number without a protest and his phone is handed back, not tossed into his face. Wildly successful, then. Midoriya takes his phone back and texts All Might a quick thank you and nestles further under the blanket, pleased. ]
You gotta promise you still send me all the good ones.
[ His whole day has basically been made because he got to do this for Bakugou and it went well; there's no hiding the way he's smiling stupidly at his phone, warm all the way down to his toes in a way that has nothing to do with the blanket. ]
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Date: 2018-11-06 03:31 am (UTC)[Gently, Bakugou sinks down a little more into the loveseat and the blanket, feeling warm in the pit of his chest himself. He really does think a lot of All Might, as most people do... but between him and Midoriya, there was a lot of fanboying to go around.
Maybe it's a bit weird to be on such close terms with All Might, but he'll take it.
So he sends All Might one and drops the phone gently on the middle of his chest beneath the blanket. He has a kind of stupid half smile on his face when he closes his eyes to rest them a minute or two.]
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Date: 2018-11-06 03:39 am (UTC)All of his attention is focused on Bakugou, and his hands itch to take a photo of him. There's no good reason to do it, and it'd only irritate him, so Midoriya compromises and does his level best to memorize this moment.
He focuses his attention properly on his phone, though, not wanting to risk Bakugou seeing him stare and hollering about it, or mistaking it for...well, he doesn't know what, but this is nice and he desperately doesn't want to fuck it up, so he's curling on his end of the couch, savoring this. ]
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Date: 2018-11-06 04:14 am (UTC)Blearily, he blinks opens his eyes and glances down, easing the phone out of the edge of the blanket so he can look at the screen. It's a LINE from his mom, but he can't tell what it is because the message box on the notif is blank.
So he unlocks his phone and groans softly. Turning it around, he holds it out toward Midoriya, so the other boy can see. It's the most endearing, embarrassing mom selfies as mom selfies go--both his mom and Midoriya's mom while out for breakfast.]
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Date: 2018-11-06 04:24 am (UTC)Maybe it's just that he's relaxed and barely paying attention, or maybe he just likes tempting fate but he does what he'd do with one of the others when they're all lounging on the couch in a puppy pile: he leans over into Bakugou's space to see it from where he's slouched.
It's a cute photo; Midoriya makes a little aaw noise under his breath and then slides back over to his side of the couch. Their version of it would be funny - Bakugou and Midoriya in PJs with frozen hot pockets but his mom doesn't need any reason to fuss about how he's eating. Instead, he arranges the hoodie's hood so it's not in his eyes, adjusts the blanket and turns the camera to selfie mode, posing, glancing at Bakugou. ]
Better than sending our moms a picture of the hot pocket box.
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Date: 2018-11-06 05:05 am (UTC)He texts something back to his mom, probably obscene yelling that doesn't hold nearly as much water as he tries to make out like it does. And then he glances up when Midoriya starts shifting and moving around.
He stares. Ugh...] You've gotta be fucking shitting me. This is stupid. [Reaching up, reaching out, he grabs the front of the hood and tugs it down over Midoriya's head and eyes.
And then he reaches around Midoriya's neck and hook it in the crook of his elbow, pinning it. Perfect. He brings his phone around in the other hand, thumbing his way to one side of the lock screen to open the camera. He snaps a picture of him grinning smugly and poor Midoriya being bullied.]
kaminari walking past "i'm totally telling on you guys if that breaks before movie night"
Date: 2018-11-06 05:34 am (UTC)Muscle memory wants him to try and flip Bakugou over his shoulder, but he'd probably just make more of a mess depending on where their drinks are. He doesn't actually want to fight him in the common room, though; if he has to do what's effectively house arrest as punishment ever again he's going to go nuts.
Rather than fight the grip, he shoves in against Bakugou's chest with his shoulder and braces his legs against the arm; he'll push both of them off the sofa if he needs to. A moment later, unbeknownst to him, Kaminari walks into the common room and sees this. One look at Midoriya, then to Bakugou and the phone. Don't break the couch before movie night, dude, and then he keeps on walking into the kitchen.
Grunting, Midoriya winds a hand around Bakugou's forearm and pulls adding just a touch of his quirk. He has no leverage like this but he's not going to risk using too much and snapping Bakugou's arm. ]
He's right, I don't want to have to fix the couch. [ Another elbow for good measure, but his pushing doesn't exactly stop either. ]
see bakugou's response
Date: 2018-11-06 02:36 pm (UTC)Dropping his phone somewhere on the couch, he gladly tussles back with the other boy, teeth gritted.] You're askin' for it, Deku... [He only pauses when Kaminari thinks it's best to speak up. The guy is lucky Bakugou tolerates both his and Kirishima's general presence. It's either a K-thing or Bakugou is (definitely) a morosexual.]
Mind your own damn business, Pikachu.
[His attention snaps down to Midoriya when he feels the slight rise in strength. Is this fucker using One For All on him? His arm clamps down harder around the back of Midoriya's neck. His other hand gently claws up to try to cover the front of Midoriya's face, palm damp.] You wanna go, you little bastard? [One leg twines around Midoriya's knee.
He has enough hunk in his arms and chest and back, and he twists, sending them off the couch to the floor between it and the table, Midoriya first. Sorry that his heavy ass is landing on top.]
why are you LIKE THIS bakugou
Date: 2018-11-06 06:49 pm (UTC)[ He doesn't sound too heated, though, because so far there haven't been any explosions and he doesn't smell anything burning so hopefully Bakugou doesn't get too ridiculously rowdy.
Fighting to get the hood up enough he winds up with a sweaty palm in his face and - wow yeah, okay, good that it's not poison or something because that's sweat on his face and it's groooooooss. There's a moment of twisting and then, abruptly, Midoriya spills onto the ground with a yip and oof, the thud audible as Bakugou lands on top and Midoriya thrashes, trying to get enough leverage to twist their positions and pin him blindly. ]
there is no reason he just is
Date: 2018-11-06 10:13 pm (UTC)A smug grin slowly curls his lips back. The thrashing makes him settle his hips down, adding more weight. He's stocky, full of muscle, and even though he won't crush Midoriya who is also fairly fit now, it helps somewhat.]
Now what, twerp? The fuck you gonna do about it?
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Date: 2018-11-06 10:22 pm (UTC)Bakugou's heavy though, and he's used to this. Midoriya figures he probably could get enough leverage to shove them both back but he doesn't know what they'd hit and he's not about to break the coffee table or spill their coffee, but he also kind of wants to. With a few shakes of his head like a dog, he flips the hood back and gives Bakugou a dubious look over his shoulder, cheeks flushed with exertion. ]
I'm gonna send your mom as many unflattering pictures of you as I can over the next week.
[ Not all fights need to be won with strength, jerk. ]
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Date: 2018-11-06 10:36 pm (UTC)His eyes light up with the threat, and his fist squeeze Midoriya's wrists before popping away. He grabs the other boy around the shoulders and neck, crushing without it necessarily being painful, bending Midoriya back against his chest.]
You're gonna fucking what now? [It's hissed right by Midoriya's ear. He locks his forearm with his other, keeping them wound under Midoriya's chin. Even so, it's blatantly apparent he's holding back. After the fight in the street, it's clear he's holding back.] You wanna try that again, shrimp?
That stupid little notebook of yours won't be the only thing I throw in a damn fountain. Now: [He squeezes and pulls back just briefly on Midoriya's throat.] Say, "Kacchan, you're gonna be Number One," and I'll let go.
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Date: 2018-11-06 10:54 pm (UTC)You're cheating, you know.
[ Low blow, but there's no malice to his tone as he smacks his head back, trying to connect it with Bakugou's face. Not hard enough to break his nose, but hard enough to knock him back a little bit while he strains against the hold, gritting his teeth. There's a little part of him pleased that Bakugou says kacchan, but it's mostly swallowed up by the urge to throw him off in the least property-damaging way possible. He can't get his legs under himself, but he can try and smack back against Bakugou again and then twist to the side to try and knock him into the couch. ]
Kacchan, I'm gonna send her so many photos.
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Date: 2018-11-07 01:47 am (UTC)Goddammit.
[The hit gets him, too, distracted by the bump to his face, and he rocks over to crash gently into the front of the couch.] Deku! [The red eyes glare, and he only slowly lowers his hand to glance at the palm. Nothing is there, but his nose feels weird for a moment.
Then wet. He taps the back of his hand against his nose again and it comes away speckled with blood.]
Son of a bitch. Your hard fucking head.
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Date: 2018-11-07 01:58 am (UTC)Once, that might have been enough; he's fought back, he's distracted Bakugou, and that's it, right? Once, maybe. Now, Midoriya uses every advantage he has, scrambling up and shoving the hood back, twisting until he can grab the front of Bakugou's shirt.
It's not the first time either of them have bled and after a cursory look over, Midoriya figures he's probably fine, and abruptly does his best to wrestle Bakugou into a pin on the ground, pulling some of the same moves Bakugou did. Walking past the common room is Todoroki, who stops and eyes them. Morning Todoroki! Midoriya chirps like he's not a fucking mess of mussed hair, wrinkled pajamas, and currently trying to wrestle Bakugou into submission. There's a pause and then a very dry Good morning Midoriya, Bakugou, and then Todoroki leaves for the kitchen. ]
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Date: 2018-11-07 02:12 am (UTC)[Midoriya doesn't stop; instead, Bakugou gets jumped, and he jerks to try to grapple the boy wrestling him. But he goes over, slipping off the front of the couch and onto the floor. His knee comes up to try to keep Midoriya at bay.
The palms of his hands crackle, like pop rocks, and the sweetly sick smell of nitroglycerin wafts up. Thankfully, there's no explosions, but he continues to try to jostle with Midoriya even when Todoroki shows face.]
Fuck off, Halfy! We're busy! HEY! DON'T FUCKING SMILE AT HIM LIKE YOU AREN'T GETTING YOUR ASS HANDED BY ME, DEKU! PAY ATTENTION!
[Pushing with his arms, he tries to reach up and grab Midoriya's head and neck, though it's difficult with Midoriya holding him. His fingers claw at the air helplessly.]
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Date: 2018-11-07 02:18 am (UTC)Grunting, Midoriya ducks a hand and does his best to try and pin both of his wrists to the carpet, yelping when the position nearly means he lets off of Bakugou's legs.
Bakugou's still taller than him but Midoriya's also more solid than he used to be; he drops his weight onto Bakugou's back gracelessly to try and knock the air out of him. ]
You're the one who couldn't sit on the couch for more than ten minutes!
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Date: 2018-11-07 02:53 am (UTC)[Technically, he started this with the physicality, but shut up, listen. Like he'll admit that. Clearly, this is Midoriya's fault.
Growling, he begins to thrash until Midoriya slumps down on top of him, and then he crumples against the carpet under the sudden weight.] Get the hell off me, Deku, you bastard! Who's cheating now?!
[Even with both wrists pinned, Bakugou tries his best to shove his palms against the floor and heft himself up, Midoriya included, balanced on his back. Basically, he's doing push-ups with additional weight, but it's fine. He's strong. He's mostly trying to get Midoriya off balance so he can hopefully dump the other boy off.]
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Date: 2018-11-07 03:00 am (UTC)[ He's absolutely cheating. Midoriya very nearly laughs as Bakugou goes down and then -
Oh.
He knows Bakugou's strong. He's all lean, wiry muscle to go with an incredible quirk. Midoriya's been in enough fights with him and seen him in enough fights to know that he needs all that muscle to be able to pull off the precise movements he does with such a quick reaction time. It's still a little startling when he pushes himself up like it's fucking nothing and Midoriya has to swallow down a surprised noise. Rather than try and keep wrestling him, he does roll off and away, getting to his knees hopefully away from him.
One hand shoves up his sleeves, and then he does the same with the other; he's warm but doesn't trust Bakugou not to go for him again, potentially. ]
I don't ever forget how strong you are, but Kacchan, I didn't realize you could do that.
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