[ He can't treat this how he would with anyone else. With other people he could talk about it, he could ask them why they wanted to kiss him, and figure out what the hell was going on. With Bakugou, it's the same as fighting him. He just...does things and it's everything that Midoriya can do to act as well as react. They're too close; he can't read his movements and he doesn't have a baseline for this. Bakugou grabs him by the face and Midoriya privately thinks that the resulting expression probably isn't super attractive but Bakugou doesn't seem upset.
He's giving Midoriya that same examining look from before, the one that Midoriya doesn't know what to do with, what it means, how to respond. There seems to be a whole hell of a lot of that lately.
But, it's Bakugou and somehow, he has the ability to drag everything out of Midoriya even when he doesn't know how to bring it out of himself. This isn't a competition, except it is, kind of and he refuses to let Bakugou (or himself) down. He doesn't have a ton of experience with kissing, though, for all that he has kissed people; everything else he can extrapolate from there. One hand stays firmly fisted in his shirt to keep Bakugou from running, but the other tangles into the wild mess of blonde hair, blunt nails scratching over his scalp lightly. He goes about kissing the same way he does everything: trying it til it doesn't work and then figuring out how to fix it from there.
The angle needs adjusted, so he does, and his lips part despite the worry about popcorn and fizzy water. Their bodies are still awkwardly apart so Midoriya hooks a foot around one of Bakugou's after leaning back to brace against the wall and tugs him in firmly until they're pressed close and then kisses him within an inch of his life. ]
[Without hesitation, Bakugou moves under the direction and fits into the space against Midoriya's front. The other hand comes away from the wall; he curls both hands around Midoriya's jaws and neck to keep the other boy from fleeing or moving, and he kisses like there won't be any need for breathing. Popcorn, fizzy water. Doesn't matter.
There's one mouth, and it's his right now, and he'll take it.
It is a competition. In essence. Or maybe it started as one, and the longer he kisses, the less it becomes a challenge and the more it becomes something he's wanting to do rather than needing to do.
Whatever the case, it fuels him, as is typical. It's almost as if he thinks he has to consume Midoriya's face, to prove his kiss is more fierce, strong. Or maybe that his desire is somehow greater; he had initiated it, right?
Right. So now what is left is to show Midoriya the reason he had kissed wasn't for nothing.]
[ Ridiculously, he still expects there to be a fight about this; maybe he'll move wrong or kiss wrong and Bakugou's going to want to correct him. There's not; there's nothing but the warm line of his body pressed close and rough hands fitting to his jaw, his throat.
It sends an entirely inappropriate zing of heat through him the same way watching Bakugou wipe blood off his face did earlier. There's no threat behind the pressure of his hands but there's a part of Midoriya that likes it, likes the danger of it even if he would never voice that. More than that: Midoriya wants this to be good. He's thought about kissing Bakugou countless times but it'd always been safe to wonder about because until recently he was pretty sure Bakugou would never even consider it.
Well, he's been wrong about worse stuff. Midoriya draws back for a breath and drags his teeth over Bakugou's bottom lip gently, running his hand down from where it's threaded in his hair, over the nape of his neck, stroking the broad line of his shoulder. ]
...Okay. [ Literally none of his questions have been answered but now Bakugou's lips are kiss-swollen and shiny and Midoriya wants, so he's rocking up on his toes to steal another kiss, greedy. ]
[Midoriya has enough time to breathe maybe twice and say "okay," and Bakugou, spurred on by the frisky lip biting, dives back in to swallow up Midoriya's mouth for another short round.
Sorry, he's extremely easily to rile up.
When he pulls away again, his breath is ragged, and a speckled flush has stretched up his neck into his face, worse being fairer skinned and blonde haired. His eyes are both fiery and predatory, alive.
For a moment, he curls his fingers along Midoriya's jaws and up by the ears, like he may just take a huge hunk out of the boy's face with his teeth, but then he loosens his grip and leans a little further back without pulling away.]
[ It's good, it's extremely good and Midoriya doesn't know what to do with this information. He's kissed other people, sure, but even then it never felt like this. He didn't have so many conflicting feelings about those other people, too, though, so that's probably a big part of it. When Bakugou pulls away this time, Midoriya catches his breath again and tries not to be absurdly pleased at the flush on Bakugou's face or the way his face is touched gently.
Grinning, Midoriya plants one foot on the ground and then twists, using the handful of material to swing Bakugou around and thud him neatly against the wall. Midoriya follows a split second later until he's got Bakugou backed against the wall. Competitive to a fault. ]
I learn fast, Kacchan.
[ He's absolutely a smug shit right now, even if his heart's beating up in his throat and he still doesn't know what any of this actually means. ]
[The sass, though he's heard it so well recently, is still surprising, and he looks visibly shocked for a moment as his feet move without him and he lands against the wall. The shitty little shrimp he bullied when they were younger is different now.
Beneath the hot tingle in his chest rises a heavy, fighting roll of thunder.
The hands that fell away from Midoriya's face when he spun around suddenly and quickly bunch into the shirt of each shoulder.] You fuckin' little bastard. [The usual thrill comes, electrifying him, making him brash.
With most of his weight, he steps presses forward and sweeps a foot out ankle Midoriya's ankles. A trip, but his hands clutch the other boy, and when Midoriya goes over, half against the wall, half down, Bakugou goes along with. It's a rough and tumble fall to the ground, maybe not entirely on purpose but maybe so, too.
At first, he kisses again, clacking their teeth and bruising their lips, but then he gets a fistful of green hair and tugs the head to the side so he can take a bite into the soft skin between neck and shoulder without bearing down too much.
Shuffling back out to the group and the movie, if at all, will be a bucket of embarrassment with a reddish-purple splotch on Midoriya's neck, but Bakugou isn't exactly thinking about it when he starts sucking on the skin he gets. They look absolutely, one hundred percent like a mess.
But it seems more like Bakugou is violently bullying when Uraraka sidles a fourth of a way around the wall down the hall and says, "Um," and Bakugou jumps clean out of his skin. While he doesn't go from floor to feet, he does snap back and rise to his hands and knees faster than perhaps Iida could run.]
[ He likes knowing that he's surprised Bakugou; that he's done something the other didn't expect and gained the upper hand just a little bit. It never really goes away, it's just varying levels of that same competitive feeling, wanting Bakugou to compare the two of them and find him worthy. It's certainly not the healthiest mentality, but he's made it so far so it can't be the absolute worst.
At the insult, Midoriya doesn't bother hiding his smile, not quite a smirk but edging close as he looks up at Bakugou and then they're falling and Midoriya's startled noise is swallowed up by another kiss. Sorry, Midoriya mumbles into it, when their teeth clack and then a few moments later Bakugou's biting his neck. The noise he makes this time is smothered into Bakugou's shoulder, the hand on his neck sliding down until it's just touching appreciatively, skating across the line of his shoulder and back up to clench in his hair.
Careful he thinks to warn, but doesn't because abruptly there's another voice and Midoriya freezes. Bakugou moves faster than Midoriya expects and gingerly he rolls to a better position, rising onto his knees, rubbing one big hand over the mark that will no doubt be there, hiding it. A-ah, uh, Uraraka. I'm — it's alright.
He can't read the look on her face but that's not a shock; she looks between the two of them once, twice, and then nods slowly. The...others were wondering where you went, is all, she says, staring for a long moment at Bakugou and then at Midoriya before heading down the hall slowly. When she's a respectable distance away Midoriya whips around to stare at Bakugou, stomach twisted into a knot. ]
The red eyes drop down to Midoriya's face. The nerd is panicked. Hell, he's a tad panicked. Uraraka is the whole reason this happened in the first place, the divide between them, but they've been given a bit of saving grace.]
Shut the hell up. Come on.
[Reaching out, he grabs Midoriya firmly by the back of the neck, and he stands, lifting Midoriya along with him. He doesn't want to see any kind of hurt glance back from her.
So immediately, he jerks Midoriya around with him, and he shoves the other boy along without letting go, stride steady and quick.] Go. [He keeps pushing all the way to the cut-out of the stairs, and then he starts directing Midoriya up them without stopping, without looking back.
If they can get to the second floor, at least, they'll be safe. Midoriya's room is there, and he can hate himself inside for a few hours.
On the next landing, they are thankfully away from more run-ins with classmates. He can let Midoriya go, slow his walk a little. He doesn't say sorry, but the look it somewhat in his eyes.]
[ He's doing his best not to have a heart attack over this but he wants to fix it, he wants to fix the look on Uraraka's face and the way he handled this situation and then Bakugou is grabbing him by the back of his neck and there's little he can do but flail and go because Uraraka's already leaving.
It feels like running away from a battle but it's Bakugou leading the charge which is even weirder; Midoriya makes a protesting noise but ultimately doesn't fight for once, going where he's lead. He does fish out his phone and text the group saying he's going to bed but to have fun, so hopefully that buys some measure of time.
When they're close to his room, he stares at the number for Uraraka, and then shoves his phone in his pocket, pressing his face into his hands. ]
That's... not how I wanted to handle that. [ To say the least. Fumbling with his door, he manages to get it open and then swings it, frowning at Bakugou. They're on this floor because there's some measure of privacy, he figures. They haven't talked about this, not really so it's not like she has any claim on him or he on her, but there are still feelings the wants to try and respect. He'd be startled if he walked in on her furiously making out in the halls with Bakugou too. Which. Apparently is a thing? That happened. That's a whole other level to consider and he's not jealous or upset about it it's just -a lot. Everything is a lot and he's mumbling under his breath again. Neat. ]
[There's immediate relief when in the room, even if it's not his room, or Kirishima's room, and, in fact, it's Midoriya's room, and he's not sure if he's ever even been in this room yet. Avoiding Midoriya like the plague was how he dealt with his growing suspicions and intense jealousy.
Of course.
But for now, here, he's relieved, and the tension drains out of his muscles, letting his shoulders fall. He leans back against the door for a moment or two, trying to straighten out his thoughts. Caught up in the whirlwind of rowdy excitement kissing Midoriya and the strangeness of being caught by Uraraka, what the look on her face really meant.
Finally, he moves further into the room, as far as he dares to go, and he reaches out to snag Midoriya by the arm and jerk the boy around to face him.] Quit fuckin' muttering like a damn weirdo, Deku.
Hey. It's fine. She'll live. [He has better things to worry about right now, he thinks? Clearly! So, of course, with his hand still holding Midoriya, he tries again to kiss the other boy.]
[ It would be easier if he didn't have to worry about liking someone else or them liking him; everything would be easier if this was just going to class, being normal and no kissing or anything else to speak of but that was unrealistic. Still. Uraraka probably isn't angry. He's talked to her about his conflicting feelings about Bakugou before and she's talked to him in turn but she certainly never mentioned a kiss so maybe they're on more even footing than he thought? ]
I know she'll live but that's still... [ He's being man-handled again and while he certainly doesn' mind it, he's a little startled, eyes wide as he winds up face to face with Bakugou once more.
It's also probably a lot to expect Bakugou not to try and get back to it but Midoriya ducks the kiss and winds an arm around his shoulders instead, holding him close. His bedroom isn't where he'd choose to do this, really, but it was the closest. ] No more kissing until you tell me what that was all about.
[As expected, the rejection causes him to growl irritably, but he doesn't seem to be angry. Annoyed his desire was slapped with a stop sign again mostly.] Why does it fuckin' matter? [After a moment of pausing, he quickly begins to shrug off Midoriya, shuck the hold.
Being emotionally constipated means feeling cagey, and he tries to create space between them so he can "breathe," so he can pace and line up first, his thoughts and second, what he wants to say.
He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck with his nails, scowling at the floor.] I told you why already, dumbass.
Because I wanted to do it. Because helium girl said she thought if she kissed me, she wouldn't want to kiss you. And I wanted to know what the hell was so good about kissing you that I'd be sloppy seconds.
[ The arm was to make it easier to kiss him if he told Midoriya the truth, but he's sliding away and Midoriya knows it's better not to pursue right now. He doesn't seem pissed off which is a blessing; gingerly, he settles himself onto the edge of his bed and lightly thumbs over the bruise that aches on his neck. A hoodie might cover it but his t-shirts certainly won't. ]
How long have you wanted to do it?
[ He's ignoring all the Uraraka stuff because it's going to come with a Bakugou lense which is only so helpful, really. Whatever happens with her he'll need to handle on his own and Kirishima -- God, he has no idea what Kirishima will think, if anything. ]
[Surprisingly... he's quiet for a long time with his back to Midoriya and his head somewhat down. He should really be more considerate in his pursuits, but he's absolutely a work in progress, even with Kamino, even with their fight.
Kirishima will always want to kiss him, right? It's fine. Except, he never thought about whether kissing someone else would hurt Kirishima's feelings, and, worse, he never thought about how he'd feel if Kirishima also did the same thing. He'd say, quickly, he didn't care. But maybe he would, a little. Jealousy is one of his worst traits.]
Long enough.
[It's not a lie? Long enough to feel it tunneling in the back of his mind, but he can't pinpoint an exact date and time when he suddenly realized he wasn't sure whether he wanted to kill Midoriya or kiss Midoriya.]
[ The strangest part about all of this is he likes this Bakugou. He liked the older one too of course, but this one, the quieter one who thinks before he says things, who isn't performatively cruel just a little rough and clumsy, is... nice. Midoriya still doesn't understand how to best talk to him but this is progress. ]
I thought about it when we were fighting.
[ He's gotten Bakugou to bare his soul a thousand times over; it's only fair he returns the favor. Scooting back onto his bed he rests his back against the wall and drops his hands into his lap, not quite able to look at him. ]
Not...actively or anything, I was thinking about winning even more but there was a moment when I... [ Midoriya stops, shaking his head, sinking down a little like a melting puddle of a person onto his bed. It's only with Bakugou that everything gets this mixed up and awful inside him; there's no one else he sees with a smear of blood on their face and gets excited about. It's a personal failing on his part and it's more than a little fucked up. ]
[It gets him to turn around. Slowly, but no less mildly shocked at the declaration. He's not... It's obvious, in a way. Hadn't he said how hard Midoriya clung to him when they were kids? Every time he looked back, thinking he had lost Midoriya in the dust, there the boy was, stumbling after him.
Frustrating.
Here, still frustrating, except, it feels different. Midoriya is the one running ahead, and he's the one stumbling to keep up. So he scowls, not with rage, but with a hawkish and uncertainly suspicious expression.]
When you were a damn moron. [At least he isn't the only moron, even if he won't admit it.] Just forget it.
Uraraka wanted to fucking kiss you. I don't think I was supposed to tell, but whatever. Now you fucking know, and you can kiss her back.
[ Midoriya cuts him a vaguely amused look, fingers pressing against the bruise without realizing it like it's some kind of worry stone. Just forget it Bakugou orders like it's even remotely possible, like Midoriya doesn't still taste him on his lips from their furious, if short makeout session. Just forget it. There's no chance. ]
It doesn't even seem fair to do...anything besides kissing. I know the other guys and Ashido talk about dating all the time and I get it but I don't know where they find the time.
[ They're all trying to be heroes, do they even have time to figure this out? With only one actual day off a week save for extenuating circumstances, they're all so busy that it's a wonder they have time to breathe and sleep. What if that would automatically make him a bad boyfriend because he's so focused on his goals and not on the other person? What if --
Midoriya oozes further into the bed, hands over his face. Morosely, ]
You keep threatening to kill me, so you better do it if I ask you to.
[Given quickly, just so Midoriya doesn't get the wrong idea, and he adds a muttered, "Stop fuckin' smiling," afterward.]
It's easy. Don't fucking date then. No one's forcing you, nerd.
[Besides, you know, everyone here being full of raging hormones and energy, stuck and smashed together, supporting each other, getting feelings. They're kind of forcing themselves unintentionally.]
Gladly. [Midoriya sinks more, and Bakugou closes the distance between them until their knees are touching. He presses one of his own into the bed and bullies Midoriya over with his bulk and his determination, holding himself up with one hand while the other takes Midoriya by the face and turns it off to the side. He peers at the suckled bruise, and then he appraises it almost admiringly.] When are you ready to die?
You always did look a hell of a lot better beat up.
[ From underneath his hand there's a wry smile at the order to stop smiling like he's just automatically going to disobey any order that he's given on principle. Just don't date, he says like it's that easy, like Aizawa and the others didn't put them in dorms where it's all too easy to do.
Bakugou climbing up onto the bed gets a startled noise; Midoriya flaps a hand at him and then stretches out to let the other boy have some room on the bed too, winding a hand through blonde hair gently. The fact that Bakugou's pleased about the mark he's left isn't a surprise; Midoriya's shockingly obedient as he lets Bakugou examine it, but the pleased look gets a noise that's almost a laugh. ]
That's pretty messed up. [ There's no heat to it; Midoriya slides his hand down to the nape of Bakugou's neck and pulls him into another kiss easy as you please, but this one's softer up until he bites at Bakugou's bottom lip again like he just can't help himself. ]
[Being tender is territory he's never exactly charted. It's not that he can't be, when guided, but it takes some effort on his part since he's typically always so rowdy and boisterous in everything he does.
But he's getting his kisses again, and that's all that matters for the moment, so he can go slow. The trepidation fades the longer their lips touch, and the bite gets both a small growl of annoyance and a faint grin of thrill. Midoriya just keeps lighting the fire under his ass when he's trying so hard to be good. Every time!
He bites back, only he bites Midoriya's jaw instead, not hard, a sharp nip. Then he bites Midoriya's neck along the taut length of it. Then he simply drags his lips over the hickey already left before pulling back.]
Where d'you want the other ones? So everyone'll know you've been kissing me instead of watching the movie. I don't trust you not to be a fucking coward. I get to pick.
[ He's expected to make any sense of what Bakugou's saying when they're like this? The lazy kissing was one thing but the moment that Bakugou starts biting at him again, a shuddery little noise is yanked out of him and he melts into the bed, jaw tilting up to give him more room to work. ]
You get to pick where I get bruises or that people know you gave 'em?
[ Stretching out on the bed, his shirt rides up and he makes no move to fix it, too busy sliding his free hand up the front of Bakugou's and skating rough fingers over the hard line of his abs like he's been dying to do for ages. It is just as satisfying as he imagined it'd be, honestly, scraping blunt nails down lightly until he can hook his fingers in the material of Bakugou's sweats, tugging his hips down so he can toss a leg up around him. It's all the warning Bakugou gets before Midoriya throws his weight, trying to roll them and push Bakugou down onto the bed so he can straddle him. ]
[This is too much. He's such a dumb jock sometimes. The moment the shirt rides up, his eyes immediately deviant straight to the exposed skin, and he doesn't even pay a whole lot of attention to Midoriya's plans like he should be doing.
He brushes his calloused fingers over the revealed lower half, just a taste of it, but enough to be able to tell that it's true, Midoriya isn't the same scrawny shrimp he beat up on when they were little. He's not sure whether to be jealous or turned on. He only gets a brief tease, and his hips go down, and the leg goes up, and then all at once, he goes over with a feisty growl.
But he's quick to grab Midoriya's wrists with damp palms, fingers tight and ready, holding uncertainly. His eyes narrow, the depth of them burning with an excited anticipation, like he knows Midoriya is capable of playing dirty.]
Now what, nerd? You think you're big because you're sitting on the fucking hill?
[He jerks the arms up by his shoulders, yanking Midoriya down toward his waiting face. The kiss this time isn't soft. It's rough and hungry.]
Midoriya is shameless; you have to use everything you can in a fight, right? So what if this isn't a fight, technically. Bakugou's eyes wandering isn't something he misses and once he's on top he braces himself over Bakugou's thighs, looking down at him while his wrists are held tight. ]
I can't do much with my hands -
[ Okay, well, he doesn't need hands to kiss he supposes. Maybe a little bit, but this is a different sort of nice, Bakugou biting a kiss against his lips, a scrape of teeth and the wethot heat of his tongue as Midoriya drops down over him and kisses back just as furiously, pressing his body down against Bakugou's and oh, oh he wasn't expecting that to be as good as it is, wasn't expecting the way his body would go white-hot and incandescent with want. ]
[Releasing Midoriya's wrists only comes when he's fully got the other boy enthralled in kissing him, and he doesn't stay empty-handed for long. Down under the bottom edge of Midoriya's shirt, he cups his hands along the sharp lines of Midoriya's hips, thumbs the dip in the front.
And then he sweeps them up, taking the shirt with it, feeling the muscles and the ribs, pushing the hands around to the back to dig his nails into the skin. The kissing is nice, but it's really this that gets him half hard. Aching more than anything. The biggest urge to dump Midoriya back over and bite every spot he can find.
He pins Midoriya against him with an arm across the back, and the other pulls on the green hair to expose the neck he didn't get a chance to do anything with a few minutes ago. He doesn't brush his lips this time. He clamps his teeth down on a spot half over the one already there, no biting, only sucking with his lips to draw the blood to the surface of the skin.
[ Midoriya makes a low noise into the kiss and at the arm pinning him down against the hard, muscled line of Bakugou's body. He's always been fit and Midoriya's always admired it but he'd never really considered he would be allowed to be this close in any other context besides fighting. Against his throat, Bakugou seems to want to make sure that bruise is as big as humanly possible, like some kind of giant "FUCK OFF" sign to anyone else. It's endearing, but Midoriya fully intends to give as good as he gets and Bakugou's pale skin would look good with a bruise blossoming across it.
His shirt goes up and after a moment of wiggling with it he finally gives up and shoves at Bakugou's hands until he can strip out of it, tossing it at the head of his bed. The scars are more pronounced when he's bare-chested; ragged red and pink scattered across his skin where the wounds are still freshly healing. He's not self-conscious about them, not when they're signs of hard-won victory, but he does pull back just enough to return the favor, shoving at Bakugou's shirt, sinking down until he can mouth kisses on the jut of his collarbones, biting at the junction of his throat and shoulder when he trails up to leave a bruise there in turn. ]
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Date: 2018-11-09 01:56 am (UTC)He's giving Midoriya that same examining look from before, the one that Midoriya doesn't know what to do with, what it means, how to respond. There seems to be a whole hell of a lot of that lately.
But, it's Bakugou and somehow, he has the ability to drag everything out of Midoriya even when he doesn't know how to bring it out of himself. This isn't a competition, except it is, kind of and he refuses to let Bakugou (or himself) down. He doesn't have a ton of experience with kissing, though, for all that he has kissed people; everything else he can extrapolate from there. One hand stays firmly fisted in his shirt to keep Bakugou from running, but the other tangles into the wild mess of blonde hair, blunt nails scratching over his scalp lightly. He goes about kissing the same way he does everything: trying it til it doesn't work and then figuring out how to fix it from there.
The angle needs adjusted, so he does, and his lips part despite the worry about popcorn and fizzy water. Their bodies are still awkwardly apart so Midoriya hooks a foot around one of Bakugou's after leaning back to brace against the wall and tugs him in firmly until they're pressed close and then kisses him within an inch of his life. ]
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Date: 2018-11-09 02:43 am (UTC)There's one mouth, and it's his right now, and he'll take it.
It is a competition. In essence. Or maybe it started as one, and the longer he kisses, the less it becomes a challenge and the more it becomes something he's wanting to do rather than needing to do.
Whatever the case, it fuels him, as is typical. It's almost as if he thinks he has to consume Midoriya's face, to prove his kiss is more fierce, strong. Or maybe that his desire is somehow greater; he had initiated it, right?
Right. So now what is left is to show Midoriya the reason he had kissed wasn't for nothing.]
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Date: 2018-11-09 02:50 am (UTC)It sends an entirely inappropriate zing of heat through him the same way watching Bakugou wipe blood off his face did earlier. There's no threat behind the pressure of his hands but there's a part of Midoriya that likes it, likes the danger of it even if he would never voice that. More than that: Midoriya wants this to be good. He's thought about kissing Bakugou countless times but it'd always been safe to wonder about because until recently he was pretty sure Bakugou would never even consider it.
Well, he's been wrong about worse stuff. Midoriya draws back for a breath and drags his teeth over Bakugou's bottom lip gently, running his hand down from where it's threaded in his hair, over the nape of his neck, stroking the broad line of his shoulder. ]
...Okay. [ Literally none of his questions have been answered but now Bakugou's lips are kiss-swollen and shiny and Midoriya wants, so he's rocking up on his toes to steal another kiss, greedy. ]
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Date: 2018-11-09 03:24 am (UTC)Sorry, he's extremely easily to rile up.
When he pulls away again, his breath is ragged, and a speckled flush has stretched up his neck into his face, worse being fairer skinned and blonde haired. His eyes are both fiery and predatory, alive.
For a moment, he curls his fingers along Midoriya's jaws and up by the ears, like he may just take a huge hunk out of the boy's face with his teeth, but then he loosens his grip and leans a little further back without pulling away.]
You're learning.
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Date: 2018-11-09 03:33 am (UTC)Grinning, Midoriya plants one foot on the ground and then twists, using the handful of material to swing Bakugou around and thud him neatly against the wall. Midoriya follows a split second later until he's got Bakugou backed against the wall. Competitive to a fault. ]
I learn fast, Kacchan.
[ He's absolutely a smug shit right now, even if his heart's beating up in his throat and he still doesn't know what any of this actually means. ]
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Date: 2018-11-09 04:15 am (UTC)Beneath the hot tingle in his chest rises a heavy, fighting roll of thunder.
The hands that fell away from Midoriya's face when he spun around suddenly and quickly bunch into the shirt of each shoulder.] You fuckin' little bastard. [The usual thrill comes, electrifying him, making him brash.
With most of his weight, he steps presses forward and sweeps a foot out ankle Midoriya's ankles. A trip, but his hands clutch the other boy, and when Midoriya goes over, half against the wall, half down, Bakugou goes along with. It's a rough and tumble fall to the ground, maybe not entirely on purpose but maybe so, too.
At first, he kisses again, clacking their teeth and bruising their lips, but then he gets a fistful of green hair and tugs the head to the side so he can take a bite into the soft skin between neck and shoulder without bearing down too much.
Shuffling back out to the group and the movie, if at all, will be a bucket of embarrassment with a reddish-purple splotch on Midoriya's neck, but Bakugou isn't exactly thinking about it when he starts sucking on the skin he gets. They look absolutely, one hundred percent like a mess.
But it seems more like Bakugou is violently bullying when Uraraka sidles a fourth of a way around the wall down the hall and says, "Um," and Bakugou jumps clean out of his skin. While he doesn't go from floor to feet, he does snap back and rise to his hands and knees faster than perhaps Iida could run.]
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Date: 2018-11-09 04:29 am (UTC)At the insult, Midoriya doesn't bother hiding his smile, not quite a smirk but edging close as he looks up at Bakugou and then they're falling and Midoriya's startled noise is swallowed up by another kiss. Sorry, Midoriya mumbles into it, when their teeth clack and then a few moments later Bakugou's biting his neck. The noise he makes this time is smothered into Bakugou's shoulder, the hand on his neck sliding down until it's just touching appreciatively, skating across the line of his shoulder and back up to clench in his hair.
Careful he thinks to warn, but doesn't because abruptly there's another voice and Midoriya freezes. Bakugou moves faster than Midoriya expects and gingerly he rolls to a better position, rising onto his knees, rubbing one big hand over the mark that will no doubt be there, hiding it. A-ah, uh, Uraraka. I'm — it's alright.
He can't read the look on her face but that's not a shock; she looks between the two of them once, twice, and then nods slowly. The...others were wondering where you went, is all, she says, staring for a long moment at Bakugou and then at Midoriya before heading down the hall slowly. When she's a respectable distance away Midoriya whips around to stare at Bakugou, stomach twisted into a knot. ]
Are you — is this —
i typed something out and realized i read smth wrong and had to retype it rip
Date: 2018-11-09 04:54 am (UTC)The red eyes drop down to Midoriya's face. The nerd is panicked. Hell, he's a tad panicked. Uraraka is the whole reason this happened in the first place, the divide between them, but they've been given a bit of saving grace.]
Shut the hell up. Come on.
[Reaching out, he grabs Midoriya firmly by the back of the neck, and he stands, lifting Midoriya along with him. He doesn't want to see any kind of hurt glance back from her.
So immediately, he jerks Midoriya around with him, and he shoves the other boy along without letting go, stride steady and quick.] Go. [He keeps pushing all the way to the cut-out of the stairs, and then he starts directing Midoriya up them without stopping, without looking back.
If they can get to the second floor, at least, they'll be safe. Midoriya's room is there, and he can hate himself inside for a few hours.
On the next landing, they are thankfully away from more run-ins with classmates. He can let Midoriya go, slow his walk a little. He doesn't say sorry, but the look it somewhat in his eyes.]
oh nooooo
Date: 2018-11-09 05:07 am (UTC)It feels like running away from a battle but it's Bakugou leading the charge which is even weirder; Midoriya makes a protesting noise but ultimately doesn't fight for once, going where he's lead. He does fish out his phone and text the group saying he's going to bed but to have fun, so hopefully that buys some measure of time.
When they're close to his room, he stares at the number for Uraraka, and then shoves his phone in his pocket, pressing his face into his hands. ]
That's... not how I wanted to handle that. [ To say the least. Fumbling with his door, he manages to get it open and then swings it, frowning at Bakugou. They're on this floor because there's some measure of privacy, he figures. They haven't talked about this, not really so it's not like she has any claim on him or he on her, but there are still feelings the wants to try and respect. He'd be startled if he walked in on her furiously making out in the halls with Bakugou too. Which. Apparently is a thing? That happened. That's a whole other level to consider and he's not jealous or upset about it it's just -a lot. Everything is a lot and he's mumbling under his breath again. Neat. ]
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Date: 2018-11-09 02:27 pm (UTC)Of course.
But for now, here, he's relieved, and the tension drains out of his muscles, letting his shoulders fall. He leans back against the door for a moment or two, trying to straighten out his thoughts. Caught up in the whirlwind of rowdy excitement kissing Midoriya and the strangeness of being caught by Uraraka, what the look on her face really meant.
Finally, he moves further into the room, as far as he dares to go, and he reaches out to snag Midoriya by the arm and jerk the boy around to face him.] Quit fuckin' muttering like a damn weirdo, Deku.
Hey. It's fine. She'll live. [He has better things to worry about right now, he thinks? Clearly! So, of course, with his hand still holding Midoriya, he tries again to kiss the other boy.]
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Date: 2018-11-09 05:32 pm (UTC)I know she'll live but that's still... [ He's being man-handled again and while he certainly doesn' mind it, he's a little startled, eyes wide as he winds up face to face with Bakugou once more.
It's also probably a lot to expect Bakugou not to try and get back to it but Midoriya ducks the kiss and winds an arm around his shoulders instead, holding him close. His bedroom isn't where he'd choose to do this, really, but it was the closest. ] No more kissing until you tell me what that was all about.
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Date: 2018-11-09 05:49 pm (UTC)Being emotionally constipated means feeling cagey, and he tries to create space between them so he can "breathe," so he can pace and line up first, his thoughts and second, what he wants to say.
He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck with his nails, scowling at the floor.] I told you why already, dumbass.
Because I wanted to do it. Because helium girl said she thought if she kissed me, she wouldn't want to kiss you. And I wanted to know what the hell was so good about kissing you that I'd be sloppy seconds.
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Date: 2018-11-09 05:54 pm (UTC)How long have you wanted to do it?
[ He's ignoring all the Uraraka stuff because it's going to come with a Bakugou lense which is only so helpful, really. Whatever happens with her he'll need to handle on his own and Kirishima -- God, he has no idea what Kirishima will think, if anything. ]
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Date: 2018-11-09 06:13 pm (UTC)Kirishima will always want to kiss him, right? It's fine. Except, he never thought about whether kissing someone else would hurt Kirishima's feelings, and, worse, he never thought about how he'd feel if Kirishima also did the same thing. He'd say, quickly, he didn't care. But maybe he would, a little. Jealousy is one of his worst traits.]
Long enough.
[It's not a lie? Long enough to feel it tunneling in the back of his mind, but he can't pinpoint an exact date and time when he suddenly realized he wasn't sure whether he wanted to kill Midoriya or kiss Midoriya.]
uraraka: this is my bf deku and his bf bakugou and bakugou bf kirishi-
Date: 2018-11-09 06:22 pm (UTC)I thought about it when we were fighting.
[ He's gotten Bakugou to bare his soul a thousand times over; it's only fair he returns the favor. Scooting back onto his bed he rests his back against the wall and drops his hands into his lap, not quite able to look at him. ]
Not...actively or anything, I was thinking about winning even more but there was a moment when I... [ Midoriya stops, shaking his head, sinking down a little like a melting puddle of a person onto his bed. It's only with Bakugou that everything gets this mixed up and awful inside him; there's no one else he sees with a smear of blood on their face and gets excited about. It's a personal failing on his part and it's more than a little fucked up. ]
let them all date each other, thank you
Date: 2018-11-09 06:40 pm (UTC)Frustrating.
Here, still frustrating, except, it feels different. Midoriya is the one running ahead, and he's the one stumbling to keep up. So he scowls, not with rage, but with a hawkish and uncertainly suspicious expression.]
When you were a damn moron. [At least he isn't the only moron, even if he won't admit it.] Just forget it.
Uraraka wanted to fucking kiss you. I don't think I was supposed to tell, but whatever. Now you fucking know, and you can kiss her back.
god honestly
Date: 2018-11-09 06:52 pm (UTC)[ Midoriya cuts him a vaguely amused look, fingers pressing against the bruise without realizing it like it's some kind of worry stone. Just forget it Bakugou orders like it's even remotely possible, like Midoriya doesn't still taste him on his lips from their furious, if short makeout session. Just forget it. There's no chance. ]
It doesn't even seem fair to do...anything besides kissing. I know the other guys and Ashido talk about dating all the time and I get it but I don't know where they find the time.
[ They're all trying to be heroes, do they even have time to figure this out? With only one actual day off a week save for extenuating circumstances, they're all so busy that it's a wonder they have time to breathe and sleep. What if that would automatically make him a bad boyfriend because he's so focused on his goals and not on the other person? What if --
Midoriya oozes further into the bed, hands over his face. Morosely, ]
You keep threatening to kill me, so you better do it if I ask you to.
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Date: 2018-11-09 07:08 pm (UTC)[Given quickly, just so Midoriya doesn't get the wrong idea, and he adds a muttered, "Stop fuckin' smiling," afterward.]
It's easy. Don't fucking date then. No one's forcing you, nerd.
[Besides, you know, everyone here being full of raging hormones and energy, stuck and smashed together, supporting each other, getting feelings. They're kind of forcing themselves unintentionally.]
Gladly. [Midoriya sinks more, and Bakugou closes the distance between them until their knees are touching. He presses one of his own into the bed and bullies Midoriya over with his bulk and his determination, holding himself up with one hand while the other takes Midoriya by the face and turns it off to the side. He peers at the suckled bruise, and then he appraises it almost admiringly.] When are you ready to die?
You always did look a hell of a lot better beat up.
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Date: 2018-11-09 07:14 pm (UTC)[ From underneath his hand there's a wry smile at the order to stop smiling like he's just automatically going to disobey any order that he's given on principle. Just don't date, he says like it's that easy, like Aizawa and the others didn't put them in dorms where it's all too easy to do.
Bakugou climbing up onto the bed gets a startled noise; Midoriya flaps a hand at him and then stretches out to let the other boy have some room on the bed too, winding a hand through blonde hair gently. The fact that Bakugou's pleased about the mark he's left isn't a surprise; Midoriya's shockingly obedient as he lets Bakugou examine it, but the pleased look gets a noise that's almost a laugh. ]
That's pretty messed up. [ There's no heat to it; Midoriya slides his hand down to the nape of Bakugou's neck and pulls him into another kiss easy as you please, but this one's softer up until he bites at Bakugou's bottom lip again like he just can't help himself. ]
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Date: 2018-11-09 07:53 pm (UTC)But he's getting his kisses again, and that's all that matters for the moment, so he can go slow. The trepidation fades the longer their lips touch, and the bite gets both a small growl of annoyance and a faint grin of thrill. Midoriya just keeps lighting the fire under his ass when he's trying so hard to be good. Every time!
He bites back, only he bites Midoriya's jaw instead, not hard, a sharp nip. Then he bites Midoriya's neck along the taut length of it. Then he simply drags his lips over the hickey already left before pulling back.]
Where d'you want the other ones? So everyone'll know you've been kissing me instead of watching the movie. I don't trust you not to be a fucking coward. I get to pick.
the next time they spar midoriya's absolutely stealing kisses to win matches til it stops working
Date: 2018-11-09 07:59 pm (UTC)You get to pick where I get bruises or that people know you gave 'em?
[ Stretching out on the bed, his shirt rides up and he makes no move to fix it, too busy sliding his free hand up the front of Bakugou's and skating rough fingers over the hard line of his abs like he's been dying to do for ages. It is just as satisfying as he imagined it'd be, honestly, scraping blunt nails down lightly until he can hook his fingers in the material of Bakugou's sweats, tugging his hips down so he can toss a leg up around him. It's all the warning Bakugou gets before Midoriya throws his weight, trying to roll them and push Bakugou down onto the bed so he can straddle him. ]
fuck it'll work every time he's too stupid
Date: 2018-11-09 08:26 pm (UTC)[This is too much. He's such a dumb jock sometimes. The moment the shirt rides up, his eyes immediately deviant straight to the exposed skin, and he doesn't even pay a whole lot of attention to Midoriya's plans like he should be doing.
He brushes his calloused fingers over the revealed lower half, just a taste of it, but enough to be able to tell that it's true, Midoriya isn't the same scrawny shrimp he beat up on when they were little. He's not sure whether to be jealous or turned on. He only gets a brief tease, and his hips go down, and the leg goes up, and then all at once, he goes over with a feisty growl.
But he's quick to grab Midoriya's wrists with damp palms, fingers tight and ready, holding uncertainly. His eyes narrow, the depth of them burning with an excited anticipation, like he knows Midoriya is capable of playing dirty.]
Now what, nerd? You think you're big because you're sitting on the fucking hill?
[He jerks the arms up by his shoulders, yanking Midoriya down toward his waiting face. The kiss this time isn't soft. It's rough and hungry.]
five years later and midoriya is still doing it when they're pros
Date: 2018-11-09 08:38 pm (UTC)Midoriya is shameless; you have to use everything you can in a fight, right? So what if this isn't a fight, technically. Bakugou's eyes wandering isn't something he misses and once he's on top he braces himself over Bakugou's thighs, looking down at him while his wrists are held tight. ]
I can't do much with my hands -
[ Okay, well, he doesn't need hands to kiss he supposes. Maybe a little bit, but this is a different sort of nice, Bakugou biting a kiss against his lips, a scrape of teeth and the wethot heat of his tongue as Midoriya drops down over him and kisses back just as furiously, pressing his body down against Bakugou's and oh, oh he wasn't expecting that to be as good as it is, wasn't expecting the way his body would go white-hot and incandescent with want. ]
he'd be so pissed??
Date: 2018-11-09 09:20 pm (UTC)And then he sweeps them up, taking the shirt with it, feeling the muscles and the ribs, pushing the hands around to the back to dig his nails into the skin. The kissing is nice, but it's really this that gets him half hard. Aching more than anything. The biggest urge to dump Midoriya back over and bite every spot he can find.
He pins Midoriya against him with an arm across the back, and the other pulls on the green hair to expose the neck he didn't get a chance to do anything with a few minutes ago. He doesn't brush his lips this time. He clamps his teeth down on a spot half over the one already there, no biting, only sucking with his lips to draw the blood to the surface of the skin.
Now it'll just be bigger. It's fine.]
"you can't just win arguments by kissing" "uhhh yes i can i just did"
Date: 2018-11-09 09:38 pm (UTC)His shirt goes up and after a moment of wiggling with it he finally gives up and shoves at Bakugou's hands until he can strip out of it, tossing it at the head of his bed. The scars are more pronounced when he's bare-chested; ragged red and pink scattered across his skin where the wounds are still freshly healing. He's not self-conscious about them, not when they're signs of hard-won victory, but he does pull back just enough to return the favor, shoving at Bakugou's shirt, sinking down until he can mouth kisses on the jut of his collarbones, biting at the junction of his throat and shoulder when he trails up to leave a bruise there in turn. ]
stop trying to win their fights with your stupid baby face
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