[ 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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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.