[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.
[Once Midoriya rolls off of him, he settles more upright onto his fingers and one knee, lifting his head to peer over at Midoriya. The other boy isn't wrong. He's got the sickest urge to take off and ram right into Midoriya, to continue their tussle and wrestling match regardless of whether or not it's in the middle of the common room between couches and a table (and drinks).
Bakugou hasn't ever much given a shit about where he is or who he's in the company of, especially if a challenge is on the line.]
Scared? You should be.
[A bit of a smirk comes to his face, and he raises a hand to again brush the back of the wrist under his nose. It hadn't started bleeding heavily, but a little blood is what he wipes off his upper lip, unbothered.]
[ I thought the problem was I paid too much attention, he thinks wryly, knowing better than to say it. Bakugou still might pounce and Midoriya wants to ferry their glasses to safety, honestly shocked they haven't spilled yet. ]
No, I was saying it's impressive.
[ Enthused about the success of his friends to a fault.]
Ah, hey...
[ Oh, no. Now that he's actually paying attention he did hit him pretty hard. Rocking his weight to his feet he takes their mugs to the kitchen. There's the sound of running water and then he comes back, crouching to offer him a damp paper towel and a dry one. ]
The boiling fire within him is extinguished almost as soon as Midoriya clambers up to take the drinks away. He wanted a real fight, a good fight, not some back-and-forth on the floor... but whatever, he gets they can't go at it in the common room.
It doesn't stop him from wanting more from Midoriya regardless.
Carefully, he flips over and leans back against the front of the couch, tenderly touching his nose with the back of his hand. It's going to be sore, he thinks, even if it didn't get whacked hard enough to bleed profusely. When Midoriya returns, he's muttering something about being hit and Deku.
Stubbornly, like a child trying to have their mouth cleaned, he turns his head a little away from the paper towels.]
I don't need your damn charity. It isn't bleeding.
Midoriya eyes him a little nervously, hoping that he hadn't gone too hard. Bakugou hadn't gone after him as hard as he could have, and he had been the one to actually draw blood, not just be obnoxious. There's a part of him that hates it, how it's Bakugou that drags this out of him, but another part of him wants to go harder. He could use his quirk a little in this scenario and not make a mess; Bakugou couldn't do the same.
Bakugou's right about it not being satisfying if it wasn't won fairly. ]
Yeah, but I think I spilled some coffee when I knocked you over. Sorry.
[ He didn't, but it gives Bakugou an excuse if he wants, while Midoriya makes sure his nose doesn't look broken. ]
[Being stubborn as hell is fine. Despite being able to use the wet and dry paper towel, he decides it's easier to save face and reject the help. He supposed to work together with Midoriya, and here he is, prideful to a fault.
His red eyes lift, and all he can do is stare at Midoriya's face, unwavering. There's no modesty behind the staring, it's bold without any definitive expression. No anger, no disgust, no arrogance, no laughter.
He's just... looking, eyes flicking back and forth between Midoriya's own, over Midoriya's face.
Carefully, he twirls the end of his shirt over a hand and hikes it up over his crunched abs and etched out ribs. He runs the shirt edge over his nose and bottom lip. If he won't take the paper towels, he'll use his clothes like a savage.]
[ The reaction is about what he expected; they've made progress, sure, but only so much and that's fine. He'd always hope and aim for better, but Bakugou's hot and cold isn't unfamiliar and Midoriya knows how to be patient. Besides, it's on him just as much. ]
Kacchan?
[ He has an excuse; he was trying to make sure Bakugou's nose wasn't broken, it's a totally valid excuse. But Bakugou was looking at him and he just - he did that sometimes and Midoriya would pay frankly absurd amounts of money just to know what he was thinking at moments like that, for any understanding.
Then he lifts his shirt up and rubs it over his face and Midoriya has a very absurd moment of guilty appreciation mixed with resignation. Face warm, he crumples the paper towels and rolls his shoulders. ]
Well - at least we didn't end up breaking anything.
[Not that he exactly could. Maybe. He still wants a fair and honest fight, if only to prove to himself he can match something like Midoriya's growing One For All. So he can keep tabs on Midoriya in terms of worthiness; if the boy can handle the responsibility of something so great.
Even if, at the heart of him, he's a hero, and if he has to put Midoriya on his sweaty, exploding palms and lift the goddamn wimp up out of the rubble so All Might's legacy isn't tarnished, he'll do it in instant. (And a lot of ugly cursing.) It's maybe this which sets him apart from heroes like Endeavor.
His rivalry isn't backed so much on selfish victory anymore as it is backed on respectful (disrespectful?) critique.
When he pushes off the edge of the couch and bends up to a stand, he peers down at Midoriya in the stupid antennaed pajamas.] I'll break your phone and your hands if I find out you've taken shitty pictures of me and sent them to anyone else. [But his hand lowers and folds out, offering Midoriya the (damp) palm. Stand on his level, or get out of his way.]
[ He still should have held back, shouldn't have tried to hurt him when they weren't on a level playing field but what's done is done and Midoriya knows that pity won't get him anywhere. Bakugou looks down at him, rumpled and no longer seemingly wanting to fight if the hand is any indication.
Reaching out, Midoriya clasps his hand tightly and uses it to lever himself up, sweeping his ridiculous hood back with a lopsided smile at Bakugou. ]
I don't even know where my phone is.
[ Time to start digging in the couch and blankets to find it, and Bakugou's own which he hands over to him. ]
Idiot. It's lost in the fucking goblin void, I hope.
[Taking his own phone, he lets it slip into the pocket of his sweatpants. And, well, he doesn't want to give Midoriya the satisfaction, but he's trying to be a hero, and that damn Jeanist kept going on and on about how there's more than simply pulverizing the villains.
So he might as well start shoving his hands between the couch to help Midoriya find the stupid phone. Besides, All Might needs to keep up with this moron, and he can say he's doing it for All Might's sake.]
[ Midoriya lets out a little laugh, lifting a seat cushion to make it easier for them to search. He catches sight of it a moment later and picks it up, holding it victoriously. ]
Wanna help me move the couch back?
[ Midoriya could do it on his own easily, but Aizawa will scold them if they drag the couch across the ground and scrape it further than they probably already did rolling around. He circles to the other side, looking at Bakugou expectantly. ]
[For a moment, he casts a glance around the common room and back at the kitchen, and then he sidles up at one end of the couch to hook his fingers under the arm of it, waiting until Midoriya is ready.
It's not hard to lift it up and move it across the floor to its rightful spot. Almost fairly light. They've come a long way from middle school when they didn't have the bulk of muscle they do now as teenagers.]
[ For a moment he thinks that asking "wanna" is going to get him a big "fuck off, no" but blessedly there's no argument. Midoriya tucks his phone away and hooks his fingers under the arm of the couch and together they manage to get it lifted, settled back in its original spot. ]
I wouldn't.
[ Bakugou's done so much for him that he doesn't seem to realize. Sure, he's also been a colossal asshole, but he's gotten better and the good outweighs the bad. Scratching idly at his stomach now that the couch is back, he bends and picks the blanket up, folding it into his arms. It's their day off, and Midoriya's learning he's not good at being aimless. ]
...Hey, thanks, Kacchan. [ This was a nice morning, and drawing attention to it is a little dumb but he also means it, earnestly and sincerely. ]
[Much like when he had first woken up, his arm lifts, and he extends a single, precise middle finger in Midoriya's direction. That's his answer to being thanked which is one hundred percent both him and assholery.
His mom would beat him over the head if she could see how he was acting.]
If you're not gonna do anything interesting, I'm getting the hell out of here. You're so damn boring, nerd. [Hm.
Seems like someone else isn't very good at being aimless either. Though sociability wears him out, he prefers to at least keep his hands busy so he doesn't go insane. It's why house arrest consisted of him actually doing some damn work; otherwise, he'd go crazy.]
[ He didn't expect anything else. Midoriya grins shamelessly at the middle finger, waving a hand at him nonchalantly in response. In the grand scheme of things that Bakugou has done that are vaguely dickish, being flipped off is pretty low on the list. ]
Don't forget movie night!
[ Kirishima wouldn't let him forget it, probably, but Midoriya still wants to make sure that he's invited; even if Bakugou doesn't come or want to come he figures it's still important that he's included.
And if the couch is gonna be free, Midoriya flops onto it with the blanket, pulling out his freshly rescued phone, lounging like an overlarge cat. He could go back to his room, but the couch is preferable being a higher traffic area meaning he gets to see everyone at some point. His attention span for this will probably only last a while longer but he's at a loss on what else to do, really. ]
[Don't forget movie night. He absolutely forgets, but, yeah, Kirishima makes absolutely sure he not a no-show. Irritating.
When he leaves, he goes back to his room to chill for a while, but gets antsy after recharging from having wrestled Midoriya all on the couch and on the floor. The coffee doesn't help. So he ends up going to the gym, the recreational one. He'd rather try some obstacle courses, but is told no on the account it's a day off.
Gym it is then. He isn't super into sports, but the work of trying to control a basketball helps him condition the movement of his arms in the tight space of his body, and chunking it to the net improves his coordination and gets him heated which helps him sweat.
Kirishima forces him into dinner, too, so he takes his time showering to be a dick on purpose, but frustratingly, Kirishima never minds his antics. The boy is still waiting on him like a puppy, and Bakugou gives up trying to get a rise. Making them wait isn't manly, is what he gets when he's dragging his feet to the movie.
While the rest of them huddle and talk or rush in and out of the kitchen, he stands with his back to the wall and a foot up between both areas, alone, scrolling through his phone.]
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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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Date: 2018-11-07 03:27 am (UTC)[Once Midoriya rolls off of him, he settles more upright onto his fingers and one knee, lifting his head to peer over at Midoriya. The other boy isn't wrong. He's got the sickest urge to take off and ram right into Midoriya, to continue their tussle and wrestling match regardless of whether or not it's in the middle of the common room between couches and a table (and drinks).
Bakugou hasn't ever much given a shit about where he is or who he's in the company of, especially if a challenge is on the line.]
Scared? You should be.
[A bit of a smirk comes to his face, and he raises a hand to again brush the back of the wrist under his nose. It hadn't started bleeding heavily, but a little blood is what he wipes off his upper lip, unbothered.]
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Date: 2018-11-07 03:35 am (UTC)No, I was saying it's impressive.
[ Enthused about the success of his friends to a fault.]
Ah, hey...
[ Oh, no. Now that he's actually paying attention he did hit him pretty hard. Rocking his weight to his feet he takes their mugs to the kitchen. There's the sound of running water and then he comes back, crouching to offer him a damp paper towel and a dry one. ]
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Date: 2018-11-07 03:48 am (UTC)The boiling fire within him is extinguished almost as soon as Midoriya clambers up to take the drinks away. He wanted a real fight, a good fight, not some back-and-forth on the floor... but whatever, he gets they can't go at it in the common room.
It doesn't stop him from wanting more from Midoriya regardless.
Carefully, he flips over and leans back against the front of the couch, tenderly touching his nose with the back of his hand. It's going to be sore, he thinks, even if it didn't get whacked hard enough to bleed profusely. When Midoriya returns, he's muttering something about being hit and Deku.
Stubbornly, like a child trying to have their mouth cleaned, he turns his head a little away from the paper towels.]
I don't need your damn charity. It isn't bleeding.
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Date: 2018-11-07 03:57 am (UTC)Midoriya eyes him a little nervously, hoping that he hadn't gone too hard. Bakugou hadn't gone after him as hard as he could have, and he had been the one to actually draw blood, not just be obnoxious. There's a part of him that hates it, how it's Bakugou that drags this out of him, but another part of him wants to go harder. He could use his quirk a little in this scenario and not make a mess; Bakugou couldn't do the same.
Bakugou's right about it not being satisfying if it wasn't won fairly. ]
Yeah, but I think I spilled some coffee when I knocked you over. Sorry.
[ He didn't, but it gives Bakugou an excuse if he wants, while Midoriya makes sure his nose doesn't look broken. ]
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Date: 2018-11-07 04:15 am (UTC)His red eyes lift, and all he can do is stare at Midoriya's face, unwavering. There's no modesty behind the staring, it's bold without any definitive expression. No anger, no disgust, no arrogance, no laughter.
He's just... looking, eyes flicking back and forth between Midoriya's own, over Midoriya's face.
Carefully, he twirls the end of his shirt over a hand and hikes it up over his crunched abs and etched out ribs. He runs the shirt edge over his nose and bottom lip. If he won't take the paper towels, he'll use his clothes like a savage.]
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Date: 2018-11-07 04:25 am (UTC)Kacchan?
[ He has an excuse; he was trying to make sure Bakugou's nose wasn't broken, it's a totally valid excuse. But Bakugou was looking at him and he just - he did that sometimes and Midoriya would pay frankly absurd amounts of money just to know what he was thinking at moments like that, for any understanding.
Then he lifts his shirt up and rubs it over his face and Midoriya has a very absurd moment of guilty appreciation mixed with resignation. Face warm, he crumples the paper towels and rolls his shoulders. ]
Well - at least we didn't end up breaking anything.
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Date: 2018-11-07 03:18 pm (UTC)[Not that he exactly could. Maybe. He still wants a fair and honest fight, if only to prove to himself he can match something like Midoriya's growing One For All. So he can keep tabs on Midoriya in terms of worthiness; if the boy can handle the responsibility of something so great.
Even if, at the heart of him, he's a hero, and if he has to put Midoriya on his sweaty, exploding palms and lift the goddamn wimp up out of the rubble so All Might's legacy isn't tarnished, he'll do it in instant. (And a lot of ugly cursing.) It's maybe this which sets him apart from heroes like Endeavor.
His rivalry isn't backed so much on selfish victory anymore as it is backed on respectful (disrespectful?) critique.
When he pushes off the edge of the couch and bends up to a stand, he peers down at Midoriya in the stupid antennaed pajamas.] I'll break your phone and your hands if I find out you've taken shitty pictures of me and sent them to anyone else. [But his hand lowers and folds out, offering Midoriya the (damp) palm. Stand on his level, or get out of his way.]
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Date: 2018-11-07 06:01 pm (UTC)Reaching out, Midoriya clasps his hand tightly and uses it to lever himself up, sweeping his ridiculous hood back with a lopsided smile at Bakugou. ]
I don't even know where my phone is.
[ Time to start digging in the couch and blankets to find it, and Bakugou's own which he hands over to him. ]
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Date: 2018-11-07 08:47 pm (UTC)[Taking his own phone, he lets it slip into the pocket of his sweatpants. And, well, he doesn't want to give Midoriya the satisfaction, but he's trying to be a hero, and that damn Jeanist kept going on and on about how there's more than simply pulverizing the villains.
So he might as well start shoving his hands between the couch to help Midoriya find the stupid phone. Besides, All Might needs to keep up with this moron, and he can say he's doing it for All Might's sake.]
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Date: 2018-11-07 09:04 pm (UTC)[ Midoriya lets out a little laugh, lifting a seat cushion to make it easier for them to search. He catches sight of it a moment later and picks it up, holding it victoriously. ]
Wanna help me move the couch back?
[ Midoriya could do it on his own easily, but Aizawa will scold them if they drag the couch across the ground and scrape it further than they probably already did rolling around. He circles to the other side, looking at Bakugou expectantly. ]
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Date: 2018-11-07 09:45 pm (UTC)[For a moment, he casts a glance around the common room and back at the kitchen, and then he sidles up at one end of the couch to hook his fingers under the arm of it, waiting until Midoriya is ready.
It's not hard to lift it up and move it across the floor to its rightful spot. Almost fairly light. They've come a long way from middle school when they didn't have the bulk of muscle they do now as teenagers.]
Don't say I never did shit for you.
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Date: 2018-11-07 09:50 pm (UTC)I wouldn't.
[ Bakugou's done so much for him that he doesn't seem to realize. Sure, he's also been a colossal asshole, but he's gotten better and the good outweighs the bad. Scratching idly at his stomach now that the couch is back, he bends and picks the blanket up, folding it into his arms. It's their day off, and Midoriya's learning he's not good at being aimless. ]
...Hey, thanks, Kacchan. [ This was a nice morning, and drawing attention to it is a little dumb but he also means it, earnestly and sincerely. ]
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Date: 2018-11-07 10:16 pm (UTC)His mom would beat him over the head if she could see how he was acting.]
If you're not gonna do anything interesting, I'm getting the hell out of here. You're so damn boring, nerd. [Hm.
Seems like someone else isn't very good at being aimless either. Though sociability wears him out, he prefers to at least keep his hands busy so he doesn't go insane. It's why house arrest consisted of him actually doing some damn work; otherwise, he'd go crazy.]
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Date: 2018-11-07 10:21 pm (UTC)Don't forget movie night!
[ Kirishima wouldn't let him forget it, probably, but Midoriya still wants to make sure that he's invited; even if Bakugou doesn't come or want to come he figures it's still important that he's included.
And if the couch is gonna be free, Midoriya flops onto it with the blanket, pulling out his freshly rescued phone, lounging like an overlarge cat. He could go back to his room, but the couch is preferable being a higher traffic area meaning he gets to see everyone at some point. His attention span for this will probably only last a while longer but he's at a loss on what else to do, really. ]
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Date: 2018-11-07 10:39 pm (UTC)[Don't forget movie night. He absolutely forgets, but, yeah, Kirishima makes absolutely sure he not a no-show. Irritating.
When he leaves, he goes back to his room to chill for a while, but gets antsy after recharging from having wrestled Midoriya all on the couch and on the floor. The coffee doesn't help. So he ends up going to the gym, the recreational one. He'd rather try some obstacle courses, but is told no on the account it's a day off.
Gym it is then. He isn't super into sports, but the work of trying to control a basketball helps him condition the movement of his arms in the tight space of his body, and chunking it to the net improves his coordination and gets him heated which helps him sweat.
Kirishima forces him into dinner, too, so he takes his time showering to be a dick on purpose, but frustratingly, Kirishima never minds his antics. The boy is still waiting on him like a puppy, and Bakugou gives up trying to get a rise. Making them wait isn't manly, is what he gets when he's dragging his feet to the movie.
While the rest of them huddle and talk or rush in and out of the kitchen, he stands with his back to the wall and a foot up between both areas, alone, scrolling through his phone.]
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