[ Somehow, he expects that Bakugou's going to open the door more clothed than this, but, no. No, he's in briefs and a shirt and Midoriya has the sudden, slightly hysterical urge to go to his knees and lick his abs because they're there and while they may be older Bakugou's still one of the most ridiculously attractive people he's ever met.
He rolls his eyes to the ceiling and prays for strength before nudging past him. Better they don't scandalize his probably very nice neighbors. ]
No, I'll go back and change. My agency's going to send a car anyway, if you wanted to ride with me.
[ What he doesn't say is that he's wearing normal clothes because he has a sneaking suspicion that if he came in a suit, they'd get it wrinkled before he even got there and at least seven different people would murder him for showing up messy. So, casual clothes for the time being. ]
I'm going to wear this jacket, though.
[ The jacket, which he tosses over the back of the couch gently ]
[It’s not untrue they would arrived wrinkled and untucked and disorderly, and yeah, they would be in trouble. But at least they would be feeling great regardless.
His red eyes drop to the jacket on the couch then lift back toward Midoriya. He doesn’t know whether to pretend to be annoyed or smirk, so Midoriya gets a lopsided one. Stupid. Why is Midoriya trying to embarrass him in public?] Maybe. [The threat is there. It’d be better if he could rustle Midoriya’s formal clothes, but whatever.
If he’s in his own, that’s fine. It’d be harder on Midoriya then.] You’re lucky that’s my shit, or I’d destroy it. [Again, he turns and keeps going further into the apartment, up the set of stairs to the next floor and the open room just off the landing. The inside is decorated much like one would expect, though there’s a mature edge to the darker colors and the order of posters and items. All Might posters, one of the top four, some slightly rarer memorabilia.
What he won’t talk about is the class photo, framed, and—is that Deku merchandise trying to be hidden away in the clear display box in the corner? Maybe.] There. [He waves at the bed. There’s only two suits: black, of course, and a dark navy. But there’s several colored shirts and three vests.] I better not look stupid when you’re done.
[ The look is its own victory; Midoriya doesn't do more than hide his own smile in response. He doesn't pull off 'innocent' very well when it comes to Bakugou but he can still try. Rather than risk a fight, Midoriya follows him through the apartment and catalogs everything just like he does when he visits any of them. ]
Why do you think I wore it?
[ Midoriya doesn't have the best fashion sense ever, but it is one thing that he's listened to the others on and after a particularly rough time he'd read a series of articles and watched a dozen YouTube videos until he had at least a passing understanding. Bakugou is going to look stunning no matter what, but that isn't the question. Really, the question is which one makes him look the best, and which one is Midoriya going to peel him out of later. ]
This is like a present I can wrap and then get to unwrap at the end of the night. Okay. Try this one first.
[ Midoriya grabs Bakugou by the shirt starts buttoning him up, watching Bakugou's face with a tiny smile. When he reaches the top, he grabs the black suit and pushes orange at him. Does Bakugou want to match? Maybe accent...colors or something? That's probably too ambitious and outside the realm of articles and youtube videos to understand how to make a basic suit work. ]
[A soft, maybe somewhat amused scoff edges out of him. Even if he wants to call it stupid, (which he does, muttered under his breath) it thrills him. There’s something better in Midoriya peeling him out of the suit than putting him in it. His eyes hawkishly watch Midoriya’s face while his shirt is buttoned. He’s become only a bit taller, filled out more than anything. Solid, shoulders broader, the swell of his chest a bit wider, but his waist as tapered as before. He’s almost sad when Midoriya pulls away.
Hm. He takes the black suit, peers at the orange vest. Black, orange, and green, huh?] I see what the hell you’re up to, Deku. [But he likes it, if only because they’re his colors and not necessarily the fact he will be prom date coded with Midoriya. This stupid ass knows to play into his ego. Awful.
He drapes the suit back on the bed away from the other things, just long enough to undo what Midoriya did and comes out of the white shirt to trade it for a black one, to add a black tank top beneath. Mostly black with a bright pop of orange and some green. He can deal with this. He won’t feel like an idiot.
The tank and shirt get carefully tucked into the suit pants when he pulls them on, and he actually doesn’t wear them slouched around his thighs like he use to wear his school uniform. By the time he has the vest on, he looks unnervingly, strangely smart, and he stretches his arms to adjust the sleeves, fold the cuffs together until he can pin them with cuff links.
He points at the green tie on the bed.] Hand me that, nerd. Have you learned to tie a fucking tie yet? [Midoriya’s school one had always been a disaster...]
[ He's just glad their colors compliment each other so well. It makes everything a thousand times easier when Bakugou's got accents of green in his outfit and Midoriya's is mostly. More than that, it gives him an out if he doesn't want to acknowledge that it's Midoriya's colors. He can always just say they're his own. ]
All that hard work.
[ He's fake-mournful, watching Bakugou undo the buttons and trade the shirt out. It's like dinner and a show, really; he gets to watch Bakugou parade around his room mostly naked but confident, and then he tugs on the black tank and shirt and Midoriya just watches. Bakugou didn't need any help at all, he had this.
The shirt makes Bakugou's arm muscles seem all the larger when he bends and shifts; black is supposed to be slimming but instead, he just looks solid. Slowly, he makes his way back over and checks the cuffs, mostly so he can slide his hands up the line of Bakugou's arms, tracing over his collar and dragging him over to where the ties are. ]
Nope.
[ So cheerful! ]
I mean I can mostly do it, but someone always ends up tweaking it so I just do it once and then let someone else tell me I did it wrong and fix it.
[ He takes more care with Bakugou's, though, careful to loop it over his head and start arranging it. It puts them close but also gives him what's effectively a leash; from the crooked little smile he obviously realizes it. ]
[The feel of Midoriya’s palms over the not-so-stiff material of the button-up shirt brings goosebumps out on his arms and neck. It’s like ASMR but for sensations. His eyes lull low, watching Midoriya’s fingers maneuver the tie around his neck. It’s still strange to see so much intelligence in the eyes of someone who fequently rants and raves for no reason than to be intimidating snd unruly.
But he’s seeing how Midoriya’s works, only reaching up to use his calloused, wide hands to turn Midoriya in the right direction. It’s a leash, and Bakugou doesn’t actually seem to be against having it, metaphorical or not. Maybe he knows he can bite the hands holding the leash if he needs to do it—he can break the leash whenever he wants.]
If you’re so damn smart, you should figure it out. Stop. [He pulls Midoriya’s hands up, over.] This way.
[It isn’t so bad. He lifts his chin and makes Midoriya tighten the knot gently up at the mouth of the collar, unbothered by it, by the leash being secured into place. He makes sure it’s symmetrical after, smoothing it out with the vest. He seems... confident, but like he may be out of place this way. So dressed up, proper. A small abrasion against his personality.
Carefully, he pushes both hands into the pockets of the pants to sort them out appropriately, and when he glances up to see what Midoriya’s face says about his current state, it’s almost a dare for Midoriya to laugh. Not that Midorya would. He just needs to put on a belt and link his cuffs, hise the garish orange vest with the jacket once they get ready to leave. Shoes, too.]
[ Oh. He notes that for later because he's not above using every single tool in his arsenal when it comes to any sort of intimacy with Bakugou. It's not something he can do again without tempting fate but he can file it away for later.
Gently, he uses the tie to tug him in close and starts to try and fiddle with it. He's almost gotten it nailed down doing it on himself, but when it's someone else's it's difficult, and his fingers just don't want to cooperate with him. He's going to have to wear suits and ties more often, All Might warned, which means getting used to this but Bakugou's right. It does feel like he's two steps from being a clown of some sort. What he's not expecting is the low thrum of heat to curl through him at the way Bakugou looks at him, has him tighten it up to his throat.
Midoriya's cheeks go warm without his permission and he ducks his head, his own embarrassment at his flushing just making it worse. ]
I know.
[ Bakugou looks good enough to eat, though. Midoriya's hyper-aware of how grungy he looks right now in comparison but it's going to take two seconds to get home and change into what was already picked out. This was easier than he'd expected, though; Bakugou acts like it's nothing at all now that it's done and Midoriya wonders if he really was worried about it or not. ]
I don't think we're going to have any speeches, though, and I can run interference for you on interviews.
[If Bakugou needed help and asked for it in earnest, it’d be a cold day in hell.
Having Midoriya here, however, settles his tingling nerves. At the dresser, he fingers up two cuff links and the backs, threads one through the hole of the cuff, fits the back on; threads the other through the opposite cuff hole, fits the back on. He straightens the sleeve and cuff out. The links are silhouettes of a certain former Number One hero’s head—of course they are.
Then he goes for the shoes in the closet, a pair of black socks. If only he would look this strikingly handsome every day. Jeanist can only really do so much with him. This was it. Midoriya gets the once every so often, hot as fuck Katsuki Bakugou. Nothing can be done with his wild, blonde hair, so he doesn’t even try.]
I can do my own damn interviews.
[But there’s a smirk? He may need Midoriya to get him the hell out of there before he blows his palms in irritation from being tired. As much rage as he has on most occasions, he’s actually fairly introverted. Being social tires him, dealing with people, as bad as that may be for a hero. He just needs to recharge.
Don’t let him give a speech. It may not be any better than the sports festival one he gave.]
I’ll come with you or whatever. Do you want a shot of something fucking hard before going? It’ll calm your ass down.
[ It's probably weird to like watching Bakugou dress this much. There's no way this is normal. Other people have pretty baseline interests like lingerie or other normal stuff but Bakugou getting dressed into a fancy suit is doing it for him and Midoriya rolls his eyes to the ceiling and prays he doesn't make an ass out of himself. ]
I was thinking more about making excuses so you don't have to.
[ Also, just because he can doesn't mean he should. Midoriya knows Bakugou's capable of countless wonderful things but the reporters are vultures and all it takes is one person asking a stupid question and everything goes to shit. People tried digging into Todoroki's past last time, about his father and at least four different people with four different excuses managed to pop up to whisk him away. If they needed to, there were a bunch of people from class A who would do the same for Bakugou. ]
Make it two, please.
[ His metabolism makes it extraordinarily difficult to get drunk but two shots will do enough to at least soothe his nerves a little bit. Once Bakugou's done Midoriya gives him another once over and traces the lines of the suit, skims his fingers down where the shirt is tucked in and hooks his fingers around Bakugou's hips. He's not going to start something, he's not but the knowledge that if he hypothetically did they'd just have to avoid ruining one suit instead of two is there. Midoriya settles for stealing a kiss. ]
[Let Midoriya return the favor. Wait until he gets Midoriya in a damn suit too. They might not even make it to the stupid gala, not between the two of them. Not with Midoriya over here running hands over him, hooking fingers in the best grooves just one layer of clothes away almost.]
Don’t compliment me. [From under Midoriya’s arm, he cards his fingers through the back of Midoriya’s fluffy hair, grips gently, pulls Midoriya’s head back. His eyes search over Midoriya’s face, still so soft even older, still freckled, but whatever he is looking for, he doesn’t say.
It’ll be hard not to start something. The leash goes further than simply a tie. He smells like his room, like most of the apartment, sugary and caramel. It’s obviously from sweating, but it smells nice thankfully. Nitroglycerin. He kisses Midoriya more firmly in the midst of it, more hungry, his other hand notching beneath Midoriya’s jaws to keep the face in place.
He has to force himself to pull back—so they can breathe, so he can stop. He seems faintly smug, pleased.] Come on, nerd. [He grabs the jacket and carries it with him back down the stairs without wrinkling it. He puts it on the couch by Midoriya’s but keeps going into the kitchenette to dig out something strong for the two of them.]
[ He knows he shouldn't. He's supposed to be being good here, on strict duty to get both of them to the gala in time for photos with their suits not wrinkled and their hair neatly in place. He promised but it's been ages since the last one and Bakugou in a suit is practically criminal. Midoriya was aware of it when they were younger, but it's different, now. Bakugou's shoulders fill the suit out and the trim line of his hips makes Midoriya want to spend an hour just tracing it, fitting his hand around Bakugou's waist just to see if his fingers touch. He's too solid for it, probably, but the thought makes Midoriya's blood burn until he's tugged into a searing kiss.
He's going to smell faintly like Bakugou later. Maybe he'll cheat and ask if he can borrow some of his cologne, or better, see if Bakugou wants to use some of his. It's the little things that really get him: knowing his hair's mussed from Bakugou's hands, the way Bakugou's fingertips press against his jaw, holding him steadily in place.
When the other man pulls away, though, Midoriya needs a full two seconds to reboot, licking over his lips idly. He follows because he can obey orders, but he's been promptly kissed stupid and is fighting with himself - the gala is important, they promised, but God that kiss wasn't fair. ] Cheater.
[ Midoriya skates his fingers against the small of Bakugou's back in turn, moving past him to settle onto the counter. He probably should've worn the suit here but Uraraka's right; he goes through them about as often as he was going through phones so the less time he's wearing one, the better.]
You and I are on champagne watch, by the way.
[ Bakugou is on champagne watch, which is effectively making sure that Uraraka and Midoriya don't get stupidly competitive and try to drink each other under the table with bubbly. Congrats!!!]
[It was mean, yeah. Bakugou doesn’t look like he regrets it at all.]
Tch. Well, you’ll have a headstart. [Beside Midoriya on the counter, Bakugou slides the smaller glass bottle of brown sugar bourbon, putting down two shot glasses. He fills them both up after he settles his hips against the counter between Midoriya’s knees. He’s probably lining up to misbehave again before they get out the door.] No need to worry about the fucking champagne. [Surprisingly, he holds his glass out for Midoriya to thump with the other, though he doesn’t say “cheers.” The sentiment is there.] I plan to get you sloppy before you fucking show up.
[If the smirk is a promise or a tease, it’s hidden when he throws the glass back and swallows the bourbon. He doesn’t refill his own glass—so he can behave—but he does give Midoriya another shot as asked.]
I hope the damn food isn’t that goody rich shit. Is it dinner or a buffet?
[ Midoriya expects it at this point. Bakugou settles in close and Midoriya hooks a leg around his waist to tug him in, but he's careful as he takes his shot. The last thing they need is Midoriya spilling it on Bakugou's nice suit. They tap their glasses and Midoriya grimaces briefly but tips it back and swallows. It's good, thankfully, which means the burn is slow and warm rather than sharp and acidic.
Part of him wants to ask what he means by sloppy; his mind goes to a series of different options all at once and the heat on his cheeks seems determined not to leave because Bakugou's looking at him smug and knowing. He takes the second shot and then slouches back a little bit, playing with the buttons at the neck of Bakugou's shirt. ]
It's some multiple course meal.
[ Midoriya actually likes these events well enough; All Might made it clear that they were just another part of heroing and Midoriya resolves himself to take to it as much as he does the other parts of the job, determined to the last. ]
[On the other hand, Bakugou is more like Aizawa. He hates the pomp and circumstance. But there’s one thing he does like—all the rest of the class dressed up. Midoriya the most, of course, but everyone else too. The girls were cute... no, beautiful now that they’re older. Uraraka still can manage to almost make him blush being herself. He hates this whole class. Stupid.]
Great. Stuck between two people I fucking hate.
[It’s said with a smirk in his voice, low and gently hoarse from the alcohol. Quiet because he’s leaned in, like a predator, waiting for Midoriya to lower the shot glass. He quickly follows up with his lips, but this time he’s trying to behave, so it’s slow, lax. Taking his time. it won’t make the arousal any better, he knows. At least his suit won’t suffer... maybe.
Just let him softly eat Midoriya’s mouth before he has to struggle through a public function and keep his hands to himself. Maybe he can steal Midoriya away, rile both of them up long enough to be red and go back out, aching.] Mm. [When he pulls back, he licks his lips slowly. Midoriya and brown sugar, alcohol.
He has to push his hand into one pocket and shift himself up beneath the hem of his pants so he won’t have one tented leg. That’ll be great to walk into a gala with, a raging boner.]
[ Midoriya agrees lazily, winding an arm around Bakugou's shoulders to stroke his hand up and down the line of his spine. They could stay home. They could make excuses that no one would believe and stay back but it's good to go to these things and Midoriya has a hard rule that he's not going to skip them just because Bakugou looks upsettingly hot in a nice suit. It's just a few hours.
That doesn't stop him from watching Bakugou knowingly when he lowers the glass, tilting his head into the expected kiss. He's careful not to fist his hands in the shirt or vest, but it means that both hands go to Bakugou's hair, mussing it as he combs through and licks into his mouth with a hungry little noise, thighs tight around Bakugou's waist. When Bakugou finally pulls back, Midoriya's still red, his lips pink, kiss-swollen.
The shift gets his attention, too; Midoriya gives Bakugou a lingering look of amusement and doesn't reach down to 'help' him because he does need to go back and get changed. ]
You're terrible.
[ Gingerly, Midoriya's fingers sweep through his hair again, trying to right it but there's only so much he can do. ]
[It isn’t unlike a pleased sound a cat makes. He almost wants his hair to stay messed, like a trophy. But the fingers combing over his scalp makes him nearly harder than the kiss did. He’s a sucker for head rubbing. For the tight pull of his hair and the nails trying to rake everything back into place. This fucker is driving him crazy.
He’s in one of the most fitted pairs of pants he owns, clutching his heavy thighs and his ass. All he can do is grin about the state of Midoriya’s face and duck his head down to give the neck a single, luckily non-sucking bite. And then he has to uncurl himself from Midoriy’s legs before he says fuck everything, yanks Midoriya over his shoulder and breaks the couch.] Are you ready for this shitshow?
Come on. You still gotta put your fucking clothes on. [He caps the bourbon but leaves everything thing there for now.] Let me get my shit. [He goes back upstairs, comes down a minute after with a belt and smelling—maybe better or worse than smelling like sweet caramel. Heady cologne, not too much.
He eases into the jacket on the couch, straightening it but not buttoning it, and sliding a wallet into the inside pocket.] Ready.
[ Midoriya admits it easily, scritching his fingers through Bakugou's unruly hair one more time and then eases back because they do need to get going and as delicious as it is to spend hours making out and touching each other they don't have hours to go. After, he reminds himself, and watches Bakugou leave, watches the way his pants fit to his ass and thunks his head back against the cupboard with a resigned groan. The place where Bakugou bit him aches pleasantly but hopefully won't bruise.
By the time Bakugou's back down, Midoriya's marginally less flustered; he's back in that jacket and he splashed water on his face which is about all he can do right now. It's not a long walk to Midoriya's so he doesn't need to use his quirk to get them there faster, so after one long, lingering look at Bakugou, he forces himself to put shoes on and steps out, holding the door for him. ]
...Oh, you smell good.
[ Belated, realizing that there's something under the scent of sugar. Of course it's not enough he looks good, he has to smell good enough to eat, too. It's only a few hours, Midoriya reminds himself. Once the door locks and they're on their way, the streets are empty enough they don't have to worry about anyone seeing them but a herd of school kids in deep blue and white do and Midoriya smiles and waves which just incites a wave of tittering and huddling together, snapping photos. ]
Maybe I should've worn the suit here, I'm going to look like a disaster next to you.
[The compliment may or may not get him to be more mean; brush up as close as he can into Midoriya's personal space so he can be smelt, so he can cling to the edges of Midoriya's clothes and plague him on their walk for a little ways.
Unfortunately, as somewhat better as he is in general, he's still... Bakugou. His signature is looking like a hardass, so the photo taking is met with the typical scowl rather than any kind of waving or acknowledgment, shoulders hunched some, hands shoved into his pockets. They'll both look like disasters. Bakugou, a formal disaster; Midoriya, a casual disaster.]
You always look that way next to me, nerd.
[He shouldn't in general, not to kids, and not before a gala, but it's the shrilly yelled "Kacchan!" that gets a brisk, stiff middle finger over one shoulder. There's no possible way to ever live down Midoriya's incessant nickname for him, especially now that they're in the public eye.]
I don't ever remember being that damn annoying in school. [Is he joking? Is he serious? He was the world's worst hellion?? He still is. HE WAS THE WORST.] Is this thing going to be fucking televised?
[ Midoriya pauses at least a moment and lifts a hand, beaming at them. He knows Bakugou's probably not going to pose or anything but that's fine since no one is surprised by it any longer. Still, as soon as they've done that, he's taking them down a side alley because he doesn't actually want to get swamped when they've got somewhere to be. ]
Sorry, what was that, Kacchan?
[ Big eyes and batted lashes, because he heard that kid and it tickles him even if he knows Bakugou won't let anyone else actually call him that. The others have tried, but no, this is just something for him. Much as he gets amusement out of other people trying it, more than anything else he really likes that this is his. They turn down another side street, keeping within the lines as a small car passes through but once it's gone, Midoriya matches step and shoves his shoulder against Bakugou's gently. ]
Come on. [ Don't even, buddy. Midoriya rolls his eyes. ] ...Yes? I mean, not the like...eating and talking and stuff, but the speeches probably? I told you I'll make sure no one tries to interview you.
[At least the threats are... not spoken as awfully as they had been long ago. Having to make a name for himself again gave him the confidence to know other people know he can back up his threats.]
Nng. [He follows Midoriya along, only taking the lead when the car comes bustling through, and he grunts when Midoriya socks him in the arm and side with a shoulder.] I meant the whole damn thing.
I don't give a shit about doing some interviews. I don't wanna be stuck there all night, though, while they as dumbass questions.
[Midoriya clearly knows him too well. He cuts his eyes to the side at Midoriya... and then reaches up to lock his arm around Midoriya's neck, squeezing gently, forcing Midoriya to bend over and walk that way with him for a yard or so before he releases.]
Really should've taken me up on that offer to fuck in the bathroom.
[ The threats make him grin where they used to make him this awful mix of angry, scared and determined that used to result from them. This is better. This is a thousand times better than he could have hoped for, honestly. Bakugou's right, though. Neither of them wants to be stuck answering questions longer than they have to and the press tend to latch onto the one person who's the worst at saying no. Hopefully, it'll be busy enough they won't have to do too much dodging but there's a part of him that's at least a little pleased about it.
People want to talk to them because they're doing well. Because they're heroes and while it's not the best part of the job, it's proof that they've made it this far. Justifying it with that won't exactly win him any favors with Bakugou, though, so he keeps it to himself and elbows him in the stomach when he's dragged into a headlock. He staggers for a few feet, squawking as he's manhandled. ]
I know. [ It sounds properly pathetic as he rounds the last corner and takes them up the stairs to his apartment. ] What's that saying, though? Good things to those who wait?
[But he'll... wait. He has nothing else to do honestly. Midoriya will keep him in line unless he can weasel his way into lowering the other's inhibitions. It'll make the hunger worse, however.
Midoriya is in for it.
Quietly, he follows the other up the stairs and to the apartment. He's at least polite, even if it's Midoriya, and will take off his shoes at the foyer. He's more interested in seeing Midoriya's apartment again because it's very Midoriya. Of course. Maybe he shouldn't.
Going in is like Midoriya in his: it smells like Midoriya, feels like Midoriya. It's hard not to be consumed by the other man really. But it's fine? It's fine. Their clothes won't get messed up, dammit. Their suits won't be ruined.]
[ He's hyper-aware of Bakugou next to him, hyper-aware of just how much time they have before they technically have to get going and would be considered late. They are not using his quirk to get to the event faster, he promises himself and toes his shoes off. It won't take long to change, and they could get there early before the crush of the crowd and snag their seats. That'd keep them out of trouble and give Bakugou as much time to decompress before this as they could. It's not perfect, but it's something of a plan.
For now, he rubs the back of his neck a little awkwardly. It's normal, if still covered in a decent amount of All Might gear. The biggest difference is that he has merchandise for everyone in their class. It's like a hero store threw up in here. It's neat, just maybe a little cluttered.
Shameless now that they're behind closed doors, Midoriya snags Bakugou's hand and tugs him in. His apartment is compact, a bedroom and a guest room with a couch big enough to fit five people onto it if they were squished. He heads straight for his bedroom, hanging Bakugou's jacket up and peeling out of his pants, though his shirt gets caught in his hurry and muffled as he's trying to wrestle it off, he says: ]
[Stacked thicc and full of memorabilia still. Yep. The one way he knows he's not in the wrong apartment, that he's not with the wrong person, someone trying to be Midoriya. This.
For a moment or two, with his hands in his pockets, he peers around to see if there's anything else new he hadn't seen the last time he had been here. Even if he gave Midoriya shit, he's smart enough to pay attention. And, sure, maybe he respects it. Now. A dedication to other heroes, something a lot of them lack sometimes, having their own quirks, thinking they'll get them, they deserve them.
A dedication to All Might, with or without the hand-me-down.
Rather than help Midoriya out of the tangled shirt, he takes his hands out of his pockets when he gets to the bedroom, then proceeds to run the calloused fingers and edges up the exposed bare sides, the ribs, the slope of the back.]
I don't have anything fancier than some soda here.
[ He doesn't drink on his own and if other people come over to drink, then they generally bring their own preferences. He has a mix of sodas and tea or coffee but that's about it and usually for when people visit. Iida's taken to bringing him juice of some sort because the state of his fridge is terrible, apparently, but he does alright.
The shirt pops off of his head and Midoriya leans into him with an arched back, shivering. He should've known. He was the one who pulled Bakugou in here so what did he really expect. A moment later as he's sliding away to toss his clothes into the hamper, he realizes what Bakugou might've been implying and digs through his closet, absolutely not sputtering. Bakugou is just. The worst.
He tugs out the outfit from a closet and brushes past Bakugou on the way to lay it out on the bed, leveling a warning finger at him. The outfit is tossed onto the bed and Midoriya hops up onto it, trading out plain white socks for new ones. On them are little gray running Ingeniums with various phrases. They're absolutely absurd and Midoriya loves them. Living in a smaller space means less purchasing big items and more things like this because nothing rules more than aggressively, embarrassingly supporting your friends. ]
Wait til you see the tie.
[ It's Bakugou's; a deep burgundy with little explosions. ]
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which one did you get!! I have pikachu
Date: 2018-11-18 01:55 am (UTC)He rolls his eyes to the ceiling and prays for strength before nudging past him. Better they don't scandalize his probably very nice neighbors. ]
No, I'll go back and change. My agency's going to send a car anyway, if you wanted to ride with me.
[ What he doesn't say is that he's wearing normal clothes because he has a sneaking suspicion that if he came in a suit, they'd get it wrinkled before he even got there and at least seven different people would murder him for showing up messy. So, casual clothes for the time being. ]
I'm going to wear this jacket, though.
[ The jacket, which he tosses over the back of the couch gently ]
EEVEE
Date: 2018-11-18 03:20 am (UTC)His red eyes drop to the jacket on the couch then lift back toward Midoriya. He doesn’t know whether to pretend to be annoyed or smirk, so Midoriya gets a lopsided one. Stupid. Why is Midoriya trying to embarrass him in public?] Maybe. [The threat is there. It’d be better if he could rustle Midoriya’s formal clothes, but whatever.
If he’s in his own, that’s fine. It’d be harder on Midoriya then.] You’re lucky that’s my shit, or I’d destroy it. [Again, he turns and keeps going further into the apartment, up the set of stairs to the next floor and the open room just off the landing. The inside is decorated much like one would expect, though there’s a mature edge to the darker colors and the order of posters and items. All Might posters, one of the top four, some slightly rarer memorabilia.
What he won’t talk about is the class photo, framed, and—is that Deku merchandise trying to be hidden away in the clear display box in the corner? Maybe.] There. [He waves at the bed. There’s only two suits: black, of course, and a dark navy. But there’s several colored shirts and three vests.] I better not look stupid when you’re done.
YESSS also im sorry i fell asleep sflkfs writes this then goes comatose
Date: 2018-11-18 07:01 am (UTC)Why do you think I wore it?
[ Midoriya doesn't have the best fashion sense ever, but it is one thing that he's listened to the others on and after a particularly rough time he'd read a series of articles and watched a dozen YouTube videos until he had at least a passing understanding. Bakugou is going to look stunning no matter what, but that isn't the question. Really, the question is which one makes him look the best, and which one is Midoriya going to peel him out of later. ]
This is like a present I can wrap and then get to unwrap at the end of the night. Okay. Try this one first.
[ Midoriya grabs Bakugou by the shirt starts buttoning him up, watching Bakugou's face with a tiny smile. When he reaches the top, he grabs the black suit and pushes orange at him. Does Bakugou want to match? Maybe accent...colors or something? That's probably too ambitious and outside the realm of articles and youtube videos to understand how to make a basic suit work. ]
i too went comatose LMAO
Date: 2018-11-18 05:16 pm (UTC)Hm. He takes the black suit, peers at the orange vest. Black, orange, and green, huh?] I see what the hell you’re up to, Deku. [But he likes it, if only because they’re his colors and not necessarily the fact he will be prom date coded with Midoriya. This stupid ass knows to play into his ego. Awful.
He drapes the suit back on the bed away from the other things, just long enough to undo what Midoriya did and comes out of the white shirt to trade it for a black one, to add a black tank top beneath. Mostly black with a bright pop of orange and some green. He can deal with this. He won’t feel like an idiot.
The tank and shirt get carefully tucked into the suit pants when he pulls them on, and he actually doesn’t wear them slouched around his thighs like he use to wear his school uniform. By the time he has the vest on, he looks unnervingly, strangely smart, and he stretches his arms to adjust the sleeves, fold the cuffs together until he can pin them with cuff links.
He points at the green tie on the bed.] Hand me that, nerd. Have you learned to tie a fucking tie yet? [Midoriya’s school one had always been a disaster...]
LOVE SLEEP
Date: 2018-11-18 07:28 pm (UTC)All that hard work.
[ He's fake-mournful, watching Bakugou undo the buttons and trade the shirt out. It's like dinner and a show, really; he gets to watch Bakugou parade around his room mostly naked but confident, and then he tugs on the black tank and shirt and Midoriya just watches. Bakugou didn't need any help at all, he had this.
The shirt makes Bakugou's arm muscles seem all the larger when he bends and shifts; black is supposed to be slimming but instead, he just looks solid. Slowly, he makes his way back over and checks the cuffs, mostly so he can slide his hands up the line of Bakugou's arms, tracing over his collar and dragging him over to where the ties are. ]
Nope.
[ So cheerful! ]
I mean I can mostly do it, but someone always ends up tweaking it so I just do it once and then let someone else tell me I did it wrong and fix it.
[ He takes more care with Bakugou's, though, careful to loop it over his head and start arranging it. It puts them close but also gives him what's effectively a leash; from the crooked little smile he obviously realizes it. ]
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Date: 2018-11-18 08:45 pm (UTC)But he’s seeing how Midoriya’s works, only reaching up to use his calloused, wide hands to turn Midoriya in the right direction. It’s a leash, and Bakugou doesn’t actually seem to be against having it, metaphorical or not. Maybe he knows he can bite the hands holding the leash if he needs to do it—he can break the leash whenever he wants.]
If you’re so damn smart, you should figure it out. Stop. [He pulls Midoriya’s hands up, over.] This way.
[It isn’t so bad. He lifts his chin and makes Midoriya tighten the knot gently up at the mouth of the collar, unbothered by it, by the leash being secured into place. He makes sure it’s symmetrical after, smoothing it out with the vest. He seems... confident, but like he may be out of place this way. So dressed up, proper. A small abrasion against his personality.
Carefully, he pushes both hands into the pockets of the pants to sort them out appropriately, and when he glances up to see what Midoriya’s face says about his current state, it’s almost a dare for Midoriya to laugh. Not that Midorya would. He just needs to put on a belt and link his cuffs, hise the garish orange vest with the jacket once they get ready to leave. Shoes, too.]
I hate these things.
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Date: 2018-11-18 08:53 pm (UTC)Gently, he uses the tie to tug him in close and starts to try and fiddle with it. He's almost gotten it nailed down doing it on himself, but when it's someone else's it's difficult, and his fingers just don't want to cooperate with him. He's going to have to wear suits and ties more often, All Might warned, which means getting used to this but Bakugou's right. It does feel like he's two steps from being a clown of some sort. What he's not expecting is the low thrum of heat to curl through him at the way Bakugou looks at him, has him tighten it up to his throat.
Midoriya's cheeks go warm without his permission and he ducks his head, his own embarrassment at his flushing just making it worse. ]
I know.
[ Bakugou looks good enough to eat, though. Midoriya's hyper-aware of how grungy he looks right now in comparison but it's going to take two seconds to get home and change into what was already picked out. This was easier than he'd expected, though; Bakugou acts like it's nothing at all now that it's done and Midoriya wonders if he really was worried about it or not. ]
I don't think we're going to have any speeches, though, and I can run interference for you on interviews.
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Date: 2018-11-18 09:20 pm (UTC)Having Midoriya here, however, settles his tingling nerves. At the dresser, he fingers up two cuff links and the backs, threads one through the hole of the cuff, fits the back on; threads the other through the opposite cuff hole, fits the back on. He straightens the sleeve and cuff out. The links are silhouettes of a certain former Number One hero’s head—of course they are.
Then he goes for the shoes in the closet, a pair of black socks. If only he would look this strikingly handsome every day. Jeanist can only really do so much with him. This was it. Midoriya gets the once every so often, hot as fuck Katsuki Bakugou. Nothing can be done with his wild, blonde hair, so he doesn’t even try.]
I can do my own damn interviews.
[But there’s a smirk? He may need Midoriya to get him the hell out of there before he blows his palms in irritation from being tired. As much rage as he has on most occasions, he’s actually fairly introverted. Being social tires him, dealing with people, as bad as that may be for a hero. He just needs to recharge.
Don’t let him give a speech. It may not be any better than the sports festival one he gave.]
I’ll come with you or whatever. Do you want a shot of something fucking hard before going? It’ll calm your ass down.
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Date: 2018-11-18 09:28 pm (UTC)I was thinking more about making excuses so you don't have to.
[ Also, just because he can doesn't mean he should. Midoriya knows Bakugou's capable of countless wonderful things but the reporters are vultures and all it takes is one person asking a stupid question and everything goes to shit. People tried digging into Todoroki's past last time, about his father and at least four different people with four different excuses managed to pop up to whisk him away. If they needed to, there were a bunch of people from class A who would do the same for Bakugou. ]
Make it two, please.
[ His metabolism makes it extraordinarily difficult to get drunk but two shots will do enough to at least soothe his nerves a little bit. Once Bakugou's done Midoriya gives him another once over and traces the lines of the suit, skims his fingers down where the shirt is tucked in and hooks his fingers around Bakugou's hips. He's not going to start something, he's not but the knowledge that if he hypothetically did they'd just have to avoid ruining one suit instead of two is there. Midoriya settles for stealing a kiss. ]
You look great.
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Date: 2018-11-18 09:57 pm (UTC)[Let Midoriya return the favor. Wait until he gets Midoriya in a damn suit too. They might not even make it to the stupid gala, not between the two of them. Not with Midoriya over here running hands over him, hooking fingers in the best grooves just one layer of clothes away almost.]
Don’t compliment me. [From under Midoriya’s arm, he cards his fingers through the back of Midoriya’s fluffy hair, grips gently, pulls Midoriya’s head back. His eyes search over Midoriya’s face, still so soft even older, still freckled, but whatever he is looking for, he doesn’t say.
It’ll be hard not to start something. The leash goes further than simply a tie. He smells like his room, like most of the apartment, sugary and caramel. It’s obviously from sweating, but it smells nice thankfully. Nitroglycerin. He kisses Midoriya more firmly in the midst of it, more hungry, his other hand notching beneath Midoriya’s jaws to keep the face in place.
He has to force himself to pull back—so they can breathe, so he can stop. He seems faintly smug, pleased.] Come on, nerd. [He grabs the jacket and carries it with him back down the stairs without wrinkling it. He puts it on the couch by Midoriya’s but keeps going into the kitchenette to dig out something strong for the two of them.]
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Date: 2018-11-18 10:08 pm (UTC)He's going to smell faintly like Bakugou later. Maybe he'll cheat and ask if he can borrow some of his cologne, or better, see if Bakugou wants to use some of his. It's the little things that really get him: knowing his hair's mussed from Bakugou's hands, the way Bakugou's fingertips press against his jaw, holding him steadily in place.
When the other man pulls away, though, Midoriya needs a full two seconds to reboot, licking over his lips idly. He follows because he can obey orders, but he's been promptly kissed stupid and is fighting with himself - the gala is important, they promised, but God that kiss wasn't fair. ] Cheater.
[ Midoriya skates his fingers against the small of Bakugou's back in turn, moving past him to settle onto the counter. He probably should've worn the suit here but Uraraka's right; he goes through them about as often as he was going through phones so the less time he's wearing one, the better.]
You and I are on champagne watch, by the way.
[ Bakugou is on champagne watch, which is effectively making sure that Uraraka and Midoriya don't get stupidly competitive and try to drink each other under the table with bubbly. Congrats!!!]
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Date: 2018-11-18 10:26 pm (UTC)Tch. Well, you’ll have a headstart. [Beside Midoriya on the counter, Bakugou slides the smaller glass bottle of brown sugar bourbon, putting down two shot glasses. He fills them both up after he settles his hips against the counter between Midoriya’s knees. He’s probably lining up to misbehave again before they get out the door.] No need to worry about the fucking champagne. [Surprisingly, he holds his glass out for Midoriya to thump with the other, though he doesn’t say “cheers.” The sentiment is there.] I plan to get you sloppy before you fucking show up.
[If the smirk is a promise or a tease, it’s hidden when he throws the glass back and swallows the bourbon. He doesn’t refill his own glass—so he can behave—but he does give Midoriya another shot as asked.]
I hope the damn food isn’t that goody rich shit. Is it dinner or a buffet?
imagining midoriya like steve rogers, just, unable to get drunk unless he pounds a whole bottle. RIP
Date: 2018-11-18 11:32 pm (UTC)Part of him wants to ask what he means by sloppy; his mind goes to a series of different options all at once and the heat on his cheeks seems determined not to leave because Bakugou's looking at him smug and knowing. He takes the second shot and then slouches back a little bit, playing with the buttons at the neck of Bakugou's shirt. ]
It's some multiple course meal.
[ Midoriya actually likes these events well enough; All Might made it clear that they were just another part of heroing and Midoriya resolves himself to take to it as much as he does the other parts of the job, determined to the last. ]
You're between Todoroki and I if that's alright.
HAHAHA PLEASE i mean... accurate. when izuku and shouto cant get drunk and kacchan is like FUCK!!!
Date: 2018-11-19 12:12 am (UTC)Great. Stuck between two people I fucking hate.
[It’s said with a smirk in his voice, low and gently hoarse from the alcohol. Quiet because he’s leaned in, like a predator, waiting for Midoriya to lower the shot glass. He quickly follows up with his lips, but this time he’s trying to behave, so it’s slow, lax. Taking his time. it won’t make the arousal any better, he knows. At least his suit won’t suffer... maybe.
Just let him softly eat Midoriya’s mouth before he has to struggle through a public function and keep his hands to himself. Maybe he can steal Midoriya away, rile both of them up long enough to be red and go back out, aching.] Mm. [When he pulls back, he licks his lips slowly. Midoriya and brown sugar, alcohol.
He has to push his hand into one pocket and shift himself up beneath the hem of his pants so he won’t have one tented leg. That’ll be great to walk into a gala with, a raging boner.]
LMFAO midoriya herding drunk cats basically
Date: 2018-11-19 12:30 am (UTC)[ Midoriya agrees lazily, winding an arm around Bakugou's shoulders to stroke his hand up and down the line of his spine. They could stay home. They could make excuses that no one would believe and stay back but it's good to go to these things and Midoriya has a hard rule that he's not going to skip them just because Bakugou looks upsettingly hot in a nice suit. It's just a few hours.
That doesn't stop him from watching Bakugou knowingly when he lowers the glass, tilting his head into the expected kiss. He's careful not to fist his hands in the shirt or vest, but it means that both hands go to Bakugou's hair, mussing it as he combs through and licks into his mouth with a hungry little noise, thighs tight around Bakugou's waist. When Bakugou finally pulls back, Midoriya's still red, his lips pink, kiss-swollen.
The shift gets his attention, too; Midoriya gives Bakugou a lingering look of amusement and doesn't reach down to 'help' him because he does need to go back and get changed. ]
You're terrible.
[ Gingerly, Midoriya's fingers sweep through his hair again, trying to right it but there's only so much he can do. ]
You look amazing, though, really.
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Date: 2018-11-19 12:51 am (UTC)[It isn’t unlike a pleased sound a cat makes. He almost wants his hair to stay messed, like a trophy. But the fingers combing over his scalp makes him nearly harder than the kiss did. He’s a sucker for head rubbing. For the tight pull of his hair and the nails trying to rake everything back into place. This fucker is driving him crazy.
He’s in one of the most fitted pairs of pants he owns, clutching his heavy thighs and his ass. All he can do is grin about the state of Midoriya’s face and duck his head down to give the neck a single, luckily non-sucking bite. And then he has to uncurl himself from Midoriy’s legs before he says fuck everything, yanks Midoriya over his shoulder and breaks the couch.] Are you ready for this shitshow?
Come on. You still gotta put your fucking clothes on. [He caps the bourbon but leaves everything thing there for now.] Let me get my shit. [He goes back upstairs, comes down a minute after with a belt and smelling—maybe better or worse than smelling like sweet caramel. Heady cologne, not too much.
He eases into the jacket on the couch, straightening it but not buttoning it, and sliding a wallet into the inside pocket.] Ready.
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Date: 2018-11-19 12:59 am (UTC)[ Midoriya admits it easily, scritching his fingers through Bakugou's unruly hair one more time and then eases back because they do need to get going and as delicious as it is to spend hours making out and touching each other they don't have hours to go. After, he reminds himself, and watches Bakugou leave, watches the way his pants fit to his ass and thunks his head back against the cupboard with a resigned groan. The place where Bakugou bit him aches pleasantly but hopefully won't bruise.
By the time Bakugou's back down, Midoriya's marginally less flustered; he's back in that jacket and he splashed water on his face which is about all he can do right now. It's not a long walk to Midoriya's so he doesn't need to use his quirk to get them there faster, so after one long, lingering look at Bakugou, he forces himself to put shoes on and steps out, holding the door for him. ]
...Oh, you smell good.
[ Belated, realizing that there's something under the scent of sugar. Of course it's not enough he looks good, he has to smell good enough to eat, too. It's only a few hours, Midoriya reminds himself. Once the door locks and they're on their way, the streets are empty enough they don't have to worry about anyone seeing them but a herd of school kids in deep blue and white do and Midoriya smiles and waves which just incites a wave of tittering and huddling together, snapping photos. ]
Maybe I should've worn the suit here, I'm going to look like a disaster next to you.
[ He is a disaster, though, so. ]
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Date: 2018-11-19 01:41 am (UTC)Unfortunately, as somewhat better as he is in general, he's still... Bakugou. His signature is looking like a hardass, so the photo taking is met with the typical scowl rather than any kind of waving or acknowledgment, shoulders hunched some, hands shoved into his pockets. They'll both look like disasters. Bakugou, a formal disaster; Midoriya, a casual disaster.]
You always look that way next to me, nerd.
[He shouldn't in general, not to kids, and not before a gala, but it's the shrilly yelled "Kacchan!" that gets a brisk, stiff middle finger over one shoulder. There's no possible way to ever live down Midoriya's incessant nickname for him, especially now that they're in the public eye.]
I don't ever remember being that damn annoying in school. [Is he joking? Is he serious? He was the world's worst hellion?? He still is. HE WAS THE WORST.] Is this thing going to be fucking televised?
[Kill him if so.]
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Date: 2018-11-19 01:50 am (UTC)Sorry, what was that, Kacchan?
[ Big eyes and batted lashes, because he heard that kid and it tickles him even if he knows Bakugou won't let anyone else actually call him that. The others have tried, but no, this is just something for him. Much as he gets amusement out of other people trying it, more than anything else he really likes that this is his. They turn down another side street, keeping within the lines as a small car passes through but once it's gone, Midoriya matches step and shoves his shoulder against Bakugou's gently. ]
Come on. [ Don't even, buddy. Midoriya rolls his eyes. ] ...Yes? I mean, not the like...eating and talking and stuff, but the speeches probably? I told you I'll make sure no one tries to interview you.
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Date: 2018-11-19 02:01 am (UTC)[At least the threats are... not spoken as awfully as they had been long ago. Having to make a name for himself again gave him the confidence to know other people know he can back up his threats.]
Nng. [He follows Midoriya along, only taking the lead when the car comes bustling through, and he grunts when Midoriya socks him in the arm and side with a shoulder.] I meant the whole damn thing.
I don't give a shit about doing some interviews. I don't wanna be stuck there all night, though, while they as dumbass questions.
[Midoriya clearly knows him too well. He cuts his eyes to the side at Midoriya... and then reaches up to lock his arm around Midoriya's neck, squeezing gently, forcing Midoriya to bend over and walk that way with him for a yard or so before he releases.]
Really should've taken me up on that offer to fuck in the bathroom.
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Date: 2018-11-19 02:21 am (UTC)People want to talk to them because they're doing well. Because they're heroes and while it's not the best part of the job, it's proof that they've made it this far. Justifying it with that won't exactly win him any favors with Bakugou, though, so he keeps it to himself and elbows him in the stomach when he's dragged into a headlock. He staggers for a few feet, squawking as he's manhandled. ]
I know. [ It sounds properly pathetic as he rounds the last corner and takes them up the stairs to his apartment. ] What's that saying, though? Good things to those who wait?
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Date: 2018-11-19 02:53 am (UTC)[But he'll... wait. He has nothing else to do honestly. Midoriya will keep him in line unless he can weasel his way into lowering the other's inhibitions. It'll make the hunger worse, however.
Midoriya is in for it.
Quietly, he follows the other up the stairs and to the apartment. He's at least polite, even if it's Midoriya, and will take off his shoes at the foyer. He's more interested in seeing Midoriya's apartment again because it's very Midoriya. Of course. Maybe he shouldn't.
Going in is like Midoriya in his: it smells like Midoriya, feels like Midoriya. It's hard not to be consumed by the other man really. But it's fine? It's fine. Their clothes won't get messed up, dammit. Their suits won't be ruined.]
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Date: 2018-11-19 03:00 am (UTC)For now, he rubs the back of his neck a little awkwardly. It's normal, if still covered in a decent amount of All Might gear. The biggest difference is that he has merchandise for everyone in their class. It's like a hero store threw up in here. It's neat, just maybe a little cluttered.
Shameless now that they're behind closed doors, Midoriya snags Bakugou's hand and tugs him in. His apartment is compact, a bedroom and a guest room with a couch big enough to fit five people onto it if they were squished. He heads straight for his bedroom, hanging Bakugou's jacket up and peeling out of his pants, though his shirt gets caught in his hurry and muffled as he's trying to wrestle it off, he says: ]
Let me know if you want anything to drink.
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Date: 2018-11-19 04:04 am (UTC)For a moment or two, with his hands in his pockets, he peers around to see if there's anything else new he hadn't seen the last time he had been here. Even if he gave Midoriya shit, he's smart enough to pay attention. And, sure, maybe he respects it. Now. A dedication to other heroes, something a lot of them lack sometimes, having their own quirks, thinking they'll get them, they deserve them.
A dedication to All Might, with or without the hand-me-down.
Rather than help Midoriya out of the tangled shirt, he takes his hands out of his pockets when he gets to the bedroom, then proceeds to run the calloused fingers and edges up the exposed bare sides, the ribs, the slope of the back.]
I can't fucking have what I really wanna drink.
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Date: 2018-11-19 04:19 am (UTC)[ He doesn't drink on his own and if other people come over to drink, then they generally bring their own preferences. He has a mix of sodas and tea or coffee but that's about it and usually for when people visit. Iida's taken to bringing him juice of some sort because the state of his fridge is terrible, apparently, but he does alright.
The shirt pops off of his head and Midoriya leans into him with an arched back, shivering. He should've known. He was the one who pulled Bakugou in here so what did he really expect. A moment later as he's sliding away to toss his clothes into the hamper, he realizes what Bakugou might've been implying and digs through his closet, absolutely not sputtering. Bakugou is just. The worst.
He tugs out the outfit from a closet and brushes past Bakugou on the way to lay it out on the bed, leveling a warning finger at him. The outfit is tossed onto the bed and Midoriya hops up onto it, trading out plain white socks for new ones. On them are little gray running Ingeniums with various phrases. They're absolutely absurd and Midoriya loves them. Living in a smaller space means less purchasing big items and more things like this because nothing rules more than aggressively, embarrassingly supporting your friends. ]
Wait til you see the tie.
[ It's Bakugou's; a deep burgundy with little explosions. ]
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