[ He knew it. Midoriya should have known better than to laugh but he forgets sometimes that he's dealing with Bakugou and things can go south if he isn't careful. The smile fades, and Midoriya pushes himself up on one arm as much as he's able if Bakugou is still holding him. ]
Why does winning fairly matter so much to you? It's not worth it if you know you didn't do everything in your power to win, right? It's not fun if you know the others you're fighting against aren't at what their best could be.
[ He wouldn't have considered it until Bakugou, really, and that's the real shame of it. They're lucky enough to have him as a teacher; Midoriya can't just invite everyone to lunch with All Might, but Bakugou isn't everyone else. He's never been anyone else but uniquely himself, and while it's sometimes to a fault, he is growing. Maybe that's not all he's concerned about, though. ]
I want this to be fair, too. I won't...mention any of this, if that's what you're worried about.
[ Uraraka wouldn't tell everyone what she saw, but Midoriya knows between the three of them he's the weakest link here, shit at keeping secrets. ]
[It's true. The core of him--it isn't simply about winning, though winning is the thrill. It's about the fight. It's about it all being fair, and it's about proving to himself he can overcome the odds handed to him regardless of the stagger in strength.
It's about Shouto Todoroki using the whole quirk, making him work for it, making him earn it so he can boast he succeeded against a capable opponent. It's about Izuku Midoriya not holding back just because they're "friends", just because he's hurting, but showing him there's a reason All Might saw something in the scrawny good-for-nothing quirkless bastard to hand down one of the greatest gifts in the world.
His hand snaps, grabs Midoriya's wrist, the one belonging to the hand stroking the rigid line of his abs and stomach, and it squeezes, but doesn't yank. Instead, he quickly rolls himself over on top of Midoriya from the side, hides his face in the scoop of Midoriya's gently bruised neck.
Bared and gritted teeth brush the skin, though there's no rowdy, horny biting, no playful nips. It's pure frustrating, at himself, something that sits like hard iron in his chest and pains him. He pushes his face into Midoriya further, bunches the sheets when he fists his hands into them at Midoriya's shoulders, head.]
He doesn't give a shit about me like he does you, dumbass. There's no fucking point. You'll just...
You'll just end up like him... I won't even get the fucking satisfaction of you being in second. You'll just end up like him... trying some bullshit because of me...
[ Midoriya stills when the hand grabs his wrist, not quite certain where this is going. This isn't a sexy conversation or one that they're having leading up to fooling around some more. It's a conversation that's turning into one he desperately wishes he had pants for because being naked for it feels...weird.
He lets himself get rolled, but instead of Bakugou trying anything, he simply mashes his face into the side of his throat, exhaling warm, humid air there. There's the threat of teeth but he seems...upset, more than aroused. Not for the first time he wishes there were some sort of Bakugou cheatsheet.
Lightly, he tugs the sheets up around their waist and mirrors Bakugou's earlier move to put an arm around his shoulders. If his sheets get exploded in the process, that's fine, he can always buy more. He's far more concerned with Bakugou, winding a hand into his hair, stroking through it with steady, slow pulls. ]
He doesn't know you like he knows me. I didn't give him much of a chance to say no. [ There's a bit of wryness to his voice as he admits it, hand smoothing down, gripping the nape of Bakugou's neck to squeeze, bordering on a massage. So many of their disagreements are because of moments like this; where it sounds like Bakugou's upset over losing when it's that he's concerned or worried or any other countless number of emotions he doesn't seem to know how to process. Sighing, Midoriya holds him tighter, squeezing. It's a valid concern; Midoriya knows that he's been injured too much to deny it.] Maybe, but I don't think it's likely. I have all of you here too. Things are so...different from how they were. And we still have to worry about All for One, but we know more, we can prepare...
[There's no concern he's acting a little childish. He doesn't lift his head out of Midoriya's neck. The brush of his light lashes comes once, downward, and then they don't lick the skin anymore. The shift of his brows--it's obvious he's squeezing his eyes shut.
But the hand helps, the one tingling his scalp and kneading his neck. He hikes his shoulders faintly up, but doesn't shake it off. The arms, the biceps quiver with frustration for a few minutes before, slowly, relaxing.]
Preparing don't mean shit, Deku. Not when you keep breaking everything trying to be stubborn. Not with All Might... [He can't even say it, damn. Retired. Gone. He's still so very inwardly bitter about being caught in the first place.
Doubling back means protecting Midoriya with a fierce tenacity.] Don't think... [Finally, he lifts his head back, reaches up to grab Midoriya by the throat under the jaws.] ...you can't just fucking kiss me back and then go out and do some idiot bullshit and come back with everything broken. Smiling like a goddamn moron.
You either get strong enough it doesn't happen, or I blow your face off and save me the trouble.
[ Midoriya's voice is low and warm, pressed into the wild tangle of Bakugou's hair. There's a part of him that can't believe they're here, that he misunderstood Bakugou for so long but it only makes him all the more certain that he's going to do this right. He's going to do right by Bakugou in whatever way he can. ]
I know.
[ The retirement of All Might may have hit Bakugou harder than All Might, really. He hadn't considered that, but looking back... Midoriya aches. He tilts his head to bare his throat, the weight of Bakugou's hand not a threat but comforting, strangely. His hand squeezes the nape of his neck again, dragging down until he can press into the muscle of his shoulders. ]
I'll do my best as long as you do, too, okay, Kacchan? I promise.
[The turn around surprises him. For some reason, he always expects Midoriya to be suddenly more like him, and that's never how it is at all. He hates it. He hates the support, the sympathy.
Because he never thinks to show it.
His fingers squeeze Midoriya's throat for the briefest of seconds before loosening, sliding away to the side, and his face drops down in the dip above a bare clavicle, the base of the neck.] You're... a stupid... piece of shit, Deku. [His head stays down for a bit, letting Midoriya's hand knead him, letting himself be bathed in the clean scent of naked and hot skin.
And then he pulls up and away fully, out of Midoriya's hand and arm, throwing off the sheet and turning around to sit on the edge of the bed. His head moves quick, but his eyes are ringed red, no tears, his cheeks and the tops of his ears likewise flushed with emotion.
He lets his arms drape over his thighs, his shoulders slump forward. He hadn't blasted the entirely of the underwear away, but most of it, and he feels a little bad, but doesn't apologize for the scrap left under his feet or the smear of grey ash on his hips and legs.]
[ The uncertainty of this makes this difficult; is Bakugou going to stay, is he going to lay down with Midoriya for a while or are they going to go out and brave the rest of their friends and act as if nothing happened? The insult isn't one he rises to retort against. There's a low noise of acknowledgment and then Bakugou's sitting up, sitting on the edge of the bed like he's debating leaving.
Gingerly, Midoriya strokes a hand down the line of his spine, stopping at the small of his back. Too much physical affection might be a problem so he's careful not to come too close, rolling onto his side, a pillow gathered in his arms to rest his cheek on. ]
Eight or nine, usually, if nothing comes up.
[ It's usually All Might's schedule interfering since Midoriya doesn't have work just yet, but lately the internships and other partnerships have taken up some time he wasn't expecting. It's good, he likes doing it but Bakugou's worries aren't unfounded. ]
[A few of the muscles of Bakugou's back shifts under the fleeting fingers feeling the ridges of his spine. The point is he doesn't slap the hand away or get off the bed to dodge it.
He's not unlike a finicky cat; Midoriya's careful and light petting is wanted enough without being overbearing and confining. He feels like the one in control; he can come and go if he wants, he can stop it or beg for more if he wants.]
Text me. [Added, muttering:] Doesn't mean I'm fucking coming. Just means I'll think about it.
[ It's not unlike dealing with the cats that linger in the alley near where his mom lives. Some of them come right up and love attention. Others took weeks to get the trust of, weeks of sitting still and letting them come close, feeding them bits and pieces and not overwhelming them with affection.
Smothering his yawn into the pillow, Midoriya stretches once, groaning happily and then slowly makes his way out of bed. He's still a mess and desperately needs a shower but he slides on a fresh pair of boxers and then a clean pair of sweats, gathering up his discarded clothes to put into the washer later. ]
I'll let you know when and where and if you can make it, we'd love to see you. If not, I understand.
[ He wants a bath, everything a little sticky and he cracks a window so the room doesn't smell like sex, sweat and sugar. He's not sure of the state of Bakugou's clothes, so:]
[Even though his everything stays slouched, his red eyes lift to follow Midoriya around without flickering away.] I don't want your dumbass clothes. [To which the eyes jump to the rest of the room.
And at the All Might memorabilia. As if he assumes whatever Midoriya would give him, regardless of how normal Midoriya has been dressed, would be crazily blinged out with All Might deco. Is he wrong? Listen. He needs to secretly love All Might very much.
Give him an All Might t-shirt, though.
Sliding off the bed, it's almost begrudgingly how he steps into his pants and underwear and yanks them back up simultaneously over his thighs and over his waist. Midoriya was almost right earlier: boxer-briefs, best of both worlds. Makes him streamlined but gives room. He digs around the bed for his black shirt.]
[ Midoriya rolls his eyes, unconcerned. Bakugou probably doesn't care about wearing dirty clothes and he's right about one thing: most of what Midoriya has for sleep clothes is hero themed with All Might being the most prevalent. He tugs on the hoodie from earlier, all garish yellow, and goes hunting for the black shirt. When it's found, he slings it at Bakugou with a lopsided little smile. ]
What are you gonna do when you become a hero with merchandise and I start wearing it, too?
[ He's mostly joking, but oh, oh it's real. He'll be able to do that. He can roll up to a press conference in a horrific orange hoodie and the idea rules honestly.]
Tch. [He catches the shirt when it's thrown to him. Doesn't put it on.] Don't put my goddamn merchandise on your fucking body, nerd. I don't wanna see it on you!
[But really, and Midoriya absolutely realizes this, Bakugou does. He'd love it. He'd peacock so hard inwardly about the fact Midoriya is in some of his gear, and he'd die before he ever admitted this to anyone. Even himself.
Now even more so. There's been an additional level piled onto their relationship. If Midoriya is ever in any of his clothes, he'd have to leave immediately or risk being red in public.]
[ Midoriya gets a few extra moments to ogle Bakugou's chest and the marks he left. Nice. ]
I think it'd look good!
[ Orange isn't so much his color but he's considered a ton of different iterations of their costumes when filling out his notebooks. Slowly, but surely, there have also been doodles of merchandise that would be cool, even if he hasn't mentioned it. Clothes piled, and a quick glance in the mirror to tame his hair, and Midoriya determines he's probably as decent as he can get right now. He doesn't look as obviously 'just messed around' as Bakugou does, at the very least. Slowly, he makes his way over to Bakugou and gives him plenty of time to pull away if he's not into the idea of Midoriya reaching out to wind a hand at the nape of his neck, tugging him down. ]
[He's trapped and must be compliant, his arms smoothed up through the bottom of the shirt and out through the arms, the collar hooked over two thumbs. The arms are pinned somewhat between them as the other boy moves in. Midoriya catches him by the neck, and he bends down just far enough their foreheads brush.
For a moment or two, his eyes flick back and forth, searching Midoriya's, and then he tips his head and presses an almost playfully biting, hard kiss against Midoriya's lips. He pulls away after to reach up and dump the shirt over his head, unraveling it down over his shoulders and torso.
The unfortunate--fortunate?--part is some of the bruises are blatantly obvious and unable to be hidden by his collar. His hair is already wild enough. He's actually too lax for some certain people not to assume he got laid. RIP.]
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Date: 2018-11-13 05:45 am (UTC)Why does winning fairly matter so much to you? It's not worth it if you know you didn't do everything in your power to win, right? It's not fun if you know the others you're fighting against aren't at what their best could be.
[ He wouldn't have considered it until Bakugou, really, and that's the real shame of it. They're lucky enough to have him as a teacher; Midoriya can't just invite everyone to lunch with All Might, but Bakugou isn't everyone else. He's never been anyone else but uniquely himself, and while it's sometimes to a fault, he is growing. Maybe that's not all he's concerned about, though. ]
I want this to be fair, too. I won't...mention any of this, if that's what you're worried about.
[ Uraraka wouldn't tell everyone what she saw, but Midoriya knows between the three of them he's the weakest link here, shit at keeping secrets. ]
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Date: 2018-11-13 03:50 pm (UTC)It's about Shouto Todoroki using the whole quirk, making him work for it, making him earn it so he can boast he succeeded against a capable opponent. It's about Izuku Midoriya not holding back just because they're "friends", just because he's hurting, but showing him there's a reason All Might saw something in the scrawny good-for-nothing quirkless bastard to hand down one of the greatest gifts in the world.
His hand snaps, grabs Midoriya's wrist, the one belonging to the hand stroking the rigid line of his abs and stomach, and it squeezes, but doesn't yank. Instead, he quickly rolls himself over on top of Midoriya from the side, hides his face in the scoop of Midoriya's gently bruised neck.
Bared and gritted teeth brush the skin, though there's no rowdy, horny biting, no playful nips. It's pure frustrating, at himself, something that sits like hard iron in his chest and pains him. He pushes his face into Midoriya further, bunches the sheets when he fists his hands into them at Midoriya's shoulders, head.]
He doesn't give a shit about me like he does you, dumbass. There's no fucking point. You'll just...
You'll just end up like him... I won't even get the fucking satisfaction of you being in second. You'll just end up like him... trying some bullshit because of me...
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Date: 2018-11-13 04:29 pm (UTC)He lets himself get rolled, but instead of Bakugou trying anything, he simply mashes his face into the side of his throat, exhaling warm, humid air there. There's the threat of teeth but he seems...upset, more than aroused. Not for the first time he wishes there were some sort of Bakugou cheatsheet.
Lightly, he tugs the sheets up around their waist and mirrors Bakugou's earlier move to put an arm around his shoulders. If his sheets get exploded in the process, that's fine, he can always buy more. He's far more concerned with Bakugou, winding a hand into his hair, stroking through it with steady, slow pulls. ]
He doesn't know you like he knows me. I didn't give him much of a chance to say no. [ There's a bit of wryness to his voice as he admits it, hand smoothing down, gripping the nape of Bakugou's neck to squeeze, bordering on a massage. So many of their disagreements are because of moments like this; where it sounds like Bakugou's upset over losing when it's that he's concerned or worried or any other countless number of emotions he doesn't seem to know how to process. Sighing, Midoriya holds him tighter, squeezing. It's a valid concern; Midoriya knows that he's been injured too much to deny it.] Maybe, but I don't think it's likely. I have all of you here too. Things are so...different from how they were. And we still have to worry about All for One, but we know more, we can prepare...
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Date: 2018-11-13 06:04 pm (UTC)[There's no concern he's acting a little childish. He doesn't lift his head out of Midoriya's neck. The brush of his light lashes comes once, downward, and then they don't lick the skin anymore. The shift of his brows--it's obvious he's squeezing his eyes shut.
But the hand helps, the one tingling his scalp and kneading his neck. He hikes his shoulders faintly up, but doesn't shake it off. The arms, the biceps quiver with frustration for a few minutes before, slowly, relaxing.]
Preparing don't mean shit, Deku. Not when you keep breaking everything trying to be stubborn. Not with All Might... [He can't even say it, damn. Retired. Gone. He's still so very inwardly bitter about being caught in the first place.
Doubling back means protecting Midoriya with a fierce tenacity.] Don't think... [Finally, he lifts his head back, reaches up to grab Midoriya by the throat under the jaws.] ...you can't just fucking kiss me back and then go out and do some idiot bullshit and come back with everything broken. Smiling like a goddamn moron.
You either get strong enough it doesn't happen, or I blow your face off and save me the trouble.
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Date: 2018-11-13 08:47 pm (UTC)[ Midoriya's voice is low and warm, pressed into the wild tangle of Bakugou's hair. There's a part of him that can't believe they're here, that he misunderstood Bakugou for so long but it only makes him all the more certain that he's going to do this right. He's going to do right by Bakugou in whatever way he can. ]
I know.
[ The retirement of All Might may have hit Bakugou harder than All Might, really. He hadn't considered that, but looking back... Midoriya aches. He tilts his head to bare his throat, the weight of Bakugou's hand not a threat but comforting, strangely. His hand squeezes the nape of his neck again, dragging down until he can press into the muscle of his shoulders. ]
I'll do my best as long as you do, too, okay, Kacchan? I promise.
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Date: 2018-11-13 09:14 pm (UTC)Because he never thinks to show it.
His fingers squeeze Midoriya's throat for the briefest of seconds before loosening, sliding away to the side, and his face drops down in the dip above a bare clavicle, the base of the neck.] You're... a stupid... piece of shit, Deku. [His head stays down for a bit, letting Midoriya's hand knead him, letting himself be bathed in the clean scent of naked and hot skin.
And then he pulls up and away fully, out of Midoriya's hand and arm, throwing off the sheet and turning around to sit on the edge of the bed. His head moves quick, but his eyes are ringed red, no tears, his cheeks and the tops of his ears likewise flushed with emotion.
He lets his arms drape over his thighs, his shoulders slump forward. He hadn't blasted the entirely of the underwear away, but most of it, and he feels a little bad, but doesn't apologize for the scrap left under his feet or the smear of grey ash on his hips and legs.]
What time?
now i want...gross like yrs later h/c where one of them gets Fucked Up defending the other
Date: 2018-11-13 10:34 pm (UTC)Gingerly, Midoriya strokes a hand down the line of his spine, stopping at the small of his back. Too much physical affection might be a problem so he's careful not to come too close, rolling onto his side, a pillow gathered in his arms to rest his cheek on. ]
Eight or nine, usually, if nothing comes up.
[ It's usually All Might's schedule interfering since Midoriya doesn't have work just yet, but lately the internships and other partnerships have taken up some time he wasn't expecting. It's good, he likes doing it but Bakugou's worries aren't unfounded. ]
do it. dont think baku won't get fucked up for midoriya or be pissed af if the other did
Date: 2018-11-13 10:51 pm (UTC)He's not unlike a finicky cat; Midoriya's careful and light petting is wanted enough without being overbearing and confining. He feels like the one in control; he can come and go if he wants, he can stop it or beg for more if he wants.]
Text me. [Added, muttering:] Doesn't mean I'm fucking coming. Just means I'll think about it.
HAHAHA they both get wreckt and are in the hospital arguing w e/o and the nurses are like STOP
Date: 2018-11-13 11:13 pm (UTC)Smothering his yawn into the pillow, Midoriya stretches once, groaning happily and then slowly makes his way out of bed. He's still a mess and desperately needs a shower but he slides on a fresh pair of boxers and then a clean pair of sweats, gathering up his discarded clothes to put into the washer later. ]
I'll let you know when and where and if you can make it, we'd love to see you. If not, I understand.
[ He wants a bath, everything a little sticky and he cracks a window so the room doesn't smell like sex, sweat and sugar. He's not sure of the state of Bakugou's clothes, so:]
Want to borrow anything?
wow that's exactly how it'd go???
Date: 2018-11-14 01:32 am (UTC)And at the All Might memorabilia. As if he assumes whatever Midoriya would give him, regardless of how normal Midoriya has been dressed, would be crazily blinged out with All Might deco. Is he wrong? Listen. He needs to secretly love All Might very much.
Give him an All Might t-shirt, though.
Sliding off the bed, it's almost begrudgingly how he steps into his pants and underwear and yanks them back up simultaneously over his thighs and over his waist. Midoriya was almost right earlier: boxer-briefs, best of both worlds. Makes him streamlined but gives room. He digs around the bed for his black shirt.]
nurses contemplating smothering the top 2 upcoming heroes in their fucking sleep IT'S WHAT THEY DES-
Date: 2018-11-14 01:44 am (UTC)What are you gonna do when you become a hero with merchandise and I start wearing it, too?
[ He's mostly joking, but oh, oh it's real. He'll be able to do that. He can roll up to a press conference in a horrific orange hoodie and the idea rules honestly.]
until they come in and bakugou is in the bed with midoriya sleeping
Date: 2018-11-14 02:48 am (UTC)[But really, and Midoriya absolutely realizes this, Bakugou does. He'd love it. He'd peacock so hard inwardly about the fact Midoriya is in some of his gear, and he'd die before he ever admitted this to anyone. Even himself.
Now even more so. There's been an additional level piled onto their relationship. If Midoriya is ever in any of his clothes, he'd have to leave immediately or risk being red in public.]
Re: until they come in and bakugou is in the bed with midoriya sleeping
Date: 2018-11-14 02:56 am (UTC)I think it'd look good!
[ Orange isn't so much his color but he's considered a ton of different iterations of their costumes when filling out his notebooks. Slowly, but surely, there have also been doodles of merchandise that would be cool, even if he hasn't mentioned it. Clothes piled, and a quick glance in the mirror to tame his hair, and Midoriya determines he's probably as decent as he can get right now. He doesn't look as obviously 'just messed around' as Bakugou does, at the very least. Slowly, he makes his way over to Bakugou and gives him plenty of time to pull away if he's not into the idea of Midoriya reaching out to wind a hand at the nape of his neck, tugging him down. ]
If I don't see you later, goodnight, Kacchan.
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Date: 2018-11-14 03:12 am (UTC)For a moment or two, his eyes flick back and forth, searching Midoriya's, and then he tips his head and presses an almost playfully biting, hard kiss against Midoriya's lips. He pulls away after to reach up and dump the shirt over his head, unraveling it down over his shoulders and torso.
The unfortunate--fortunate?--part is some of the bruises are blatantly obvious and unable to be hidden by his collar. His hair is already wild enough. He's actually too lax for some certain people not to assume he got laid. RIP.]
Goodnight, you fucking dipshit.