[ 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. ]
[As displeased as he is with Midoriya leaving his hands, he resigns himself to leaning against the doorframe with one forearm, the other tucked into the edge of a pocket by the thumb.
Midoriya's fingers get the clicking snap of his teeth, not an attempt to bite, but a threat he's willing to nibble it if Midoriya got the balls to try to put the thing in his face. Thankfully, his teeth aren't two rows are endless fangs like some people.
The Ingeniums get a scoff, only partially amused. It's childish and beyond stupid, but he doesn't rag Midoriya for supporting friends even if he really should.] What, it's got frogs on it or some shit? [Oh...
Shit. It's stupid. And... cute. He hates one hundred percent everything about this, and he can't stop the color that faintly graces the tops of his ears and cheeks.] What the fuck? You're the most embarrassing fucker I've ever met.
That's saying something, considering I know stupid hair. [What the fuck. They can't even return the favor. If any of them coordinated any kind of Deku wearing merch, Midoriya would just...
...start bawling uncontrollably.] Are you seriously going to wear that? I said not to buy my merch, dammit!
[ Frogs and raindrops. He doesn't actually wear ties all that often, though so they don't get used as much as he wishes he could. He hadn't had the guts to investigate the merchandise at Bakugou's place, not trusting himself to handle it without asking a million questions and probably resulting in both of them being late because he would break his 'no fooling around' rule.
Midoriya shrugs into a black shirt and buttons it up as quickly as he can, rummaging around his room for this and that. It's a...process, getting dressed. He talks to himself a little bit, snorting at the mention of Kirishima. ]
I'm absolutely going to wear it. I took the person who designed it out to lunch a few months ago and she gave me some.
[ Mostly because they'd sent him a handful of them and it had been the best package ever to open. Buttoning his pants up, he passes Bakugou again and steals a quick kiss, looking only mildly frazzled. Pants on, belt on, shirt on, though he doesn't bother with a vest. The jacket he slides on is black but has deep burgundy accents to go with the tie. It's a far cry from the disaster of a suit he wore the first time, but he spends a few moments buttoning and unbuttoning the front, uncertain. ]
Stop taking everyone out to lunch just 'cause they fill your merch quota.
[He snorts like it'll somehow give him back some dignity. Jesus. The hand comes off the door, and he straightens up just in time for Midoriya to smooch him, and he's left hanging, wanting more, feeling frustrated because of it.
The same hand rubs his face and then the back of his neck under the collar of the shirt. They might not back it to the gala.] You're not going to a damn funeral, Deku.
[He waves two fingers back and forth, a parting, trying to get Midoriya to unbutton the jacket and keep it that way.] Open. Otherwise, you look stiff as fuck. Like jet legs.
I'm surprised you're not wearing your dumbass uniform beneath it. [It wouldn't work, but he also wouldn't put it past Midoriya. Besides, he just likes to tease Midoriya about being such a nerd with all of their hero things. Not just the merchandise. Them in general.]
Come here. I'm not gonna be seen going in with a disaster.
[He just wants Midoriya to be within touching distance is all.]
No one lets me pay for anything of you guys, so I have to do something.
[ Everyone folds eventually under the thousand megawatt Deku smile and him earnestly asking them if they'd tell him about their quirk and how they got started doing that job. He's nothing if not determinedly earnest and uses it to his full advantage when he can. The funeral comment gets a raised eyebrow, but he flicks open the jacket obediently and eyes himself in the mirror. His hair is a lost cause; he smears a palmful of goop into a hand and works it through the mess which at least tames some of the curls. ]
I really do want to wear your jacket but I'd get in so much trouble. [ His publicist would murder him and he's not entirely sure what Bakugou's would do when their client's rival is just...earnestly repping him, but he's not going to find out. He can behave, mostly. One final look in the mirror and then Midoriya turns and goes where he's instructed, shamelessly pressing a kiss where shirt ends and throat begins. ]
I know you're not thrilled about this, but...selfishly, I like it. Seeing you and everyone else, sure dressed up and...I don't know. It's just nice. It's proof we made it. One goal down and now onto the next. Sometimes it's all I can think about, just...just being happy that you're here, that we're both here right now. It's nice, that's all.
[ Jokes on you, Midoriya's ready to cry at ANY MOMENT over how happy he is. ]
[Everyone knows Deku is the one hero who will rep other heroes somehow, but Bakugou wonders if Midoriya will get in trouble anyway for having those damn socks and that damn tie.
Carefully, Bakugou straightens everything out, makes sure the tie isn't atrocious, that there's no lint or fuzz or hair on the shoulders. He can't do anything with Midoriya's head either, so he doesn't even try.] Alright, can the stupid ass sap before I vomit. [But knowing it's sap just means he had been listening to everything, that he heard it.
Both hands return to his pockets. He peers at Midoriya with a look that doesn't say a whole lot, though it's lengthy enough to maybe be a consideration. It's not the first time he realizes just how much the nerd filled out. A little taller than him now, and he hates it. Broader, too, but balanced. Not so top heavy as he is, something more streamlined and well-rounded. Something decidedly attractive. (He hates it.) A nice goal to look at while trying to stay in front.
There's barely anything to make fun of Midoriya for now except being soft-hearted and nerdy, or doing heroic dumbass shit.] Here.
[One hand comes out of his pocket, and the fingers unfurl between them to show what's in his palm: a tie pin of All Might from the waist up, flexing. It's small enough to be modest, but big enough to be seen face-to-face. He doesn't mind if All Might is holding "him" down. He needs it usually.]
I won't let you rep everyone else and not one of the greatest heroes we've ever known.
[ He'd like to see them try to get him in trouble. He's still dressed in a gratuitously expensive suit and he looks fine. There are always some who want to say something about how heroes should dress drab and boring and Midoriya thinks that's a whole load of shit. Heroes are supposed to save people but also make people smile and they can't do that if they're taking themselves so seriously.
Midoriya stands obediently while he's fussed over, resisting the urge to lean in for kisses. This close, though, he gets to watch Bakugou's studious face, gets to wonder what it is going on in his head, what he's thinking. Nervously, Midoriya's head ducks and he smooths his hands down the front of Bakugou's suit to keep his hands out of the way. ]
Here?
[ It's a curious echo as he waits for Bakugou to pull out what he's got, and then he sees it and Bakugou's pinning it into him. There's no way he can be expected not to tear up at this, because it's perfect and Bakugou fucking ruins him every time there are these little moments of thought and consideration. His lip trembles, and then he's very delicately leaning his forehead against Bakugou's shoulder. Pathetically, though it's clear he's laughing a little despite his eyes welling up: ]
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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.
let him rest
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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Date: 2018-11-19 04:56 am (UTC)Midoriya's fingers get the clicking snap of his teeth, not an attempt to bite, but a threat he's willing to nibble it if Midoriya got the balls to try to put the thing in his face. Thankfully, his teeth aren't two rows are endless fangs like some people.
The Ingeniums get a scoff, only partially amused. It's childish and beyond stupid, but he doesn't rag Midoriya for supporting friends even if he really should.] What, it's got frogs on it or some shit? [Oh...
Shit. It's stupid. And... cute. He hates one hundred percent everything about this, and he can't stop the color that faintly graces the tops of his ears and cheeks.] What the fuck? You're the most embarrassing fucker I've ever met.
That's saying something, considering I know stupid hair. [What the fuck. They can't even return the favor. If any of them coordinated any kind of Deku wearing merch, Midoriya would just...
...start bawling uncontrollably.] Are you seriously going to wear that? I said not to buy my merch, dammit!
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Date: 2018-11-19 05:06 am (UTC)[ Frogs and raindrops. He doesn't actually wear ties all that often, though so they don't get used as much as he wishes he could. He hadn't had the guts to investigate the merchandise at Bakugou's place, not trusting himself to handle it without asking a million questions and probably resulting in both of them being late because he would break his 'no fooling around' rule.
Midoriya shrugs into a black shirt and buttons it up as quickly as he can, rummaging around his room for this and that. It's a...process, getting dressed. He talks to himself a little bit, snorting at the mention of Kirishima. ]
I'm absolutely going to wear it. I took the person who designed it out to lunch a few months ago and she gave me some.
[ Mostly because they'd sent him a handful of them and it had been the best package ever to open. Buttoning his pants up, he passes Bakugou again and steals a quick kiss, looking only mildly frazzled. Pants on, belt on, shirt on, though he doesn't bother with a vest. The jacket he slides on is black but has deep burgundy accents to go with the tie. It's a far cry from the disaster of a suit he wore the first time, but he spends a few moments buttoning and unbuttoning the front, uncertain. ]
Hey, which way?
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Date: 2018-11-19 05:26 am (UTC)[He snorts like it'll somehow give him back some dignity. Jesus. The hand comes off the door, and he straightens up just in time for Midoriya to smooch him, and he's left hanging, wanting more, feeling frustrated because of it.
The same hand rubs his face and then the back of his neck under the collar of the shirt. They might not back it to the gala.] You're not going to a damn funeral, Deku.
[He waves two fingers back and forth, a parting, trying to get Midoriya to unbutton the jacket and keep it that way.] Open. Otherwise, you look stiff as fuck. Like jet legs.
I'm surprised you're not wearing your dumbass uniform beneath it. [It wouldn't work, but he also wouldn't put it past Midoriya. Besides, he just likes to tease Midoriya about being such a nerd with all of their hero things. Not just the merchandise. Them in general.]
Come here. I'm not gonna be seen going in with a disaster.
[He just wants Midoriya to be within touching distance is all.]
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Date: 2018-11-19 05:34 am (UTC)[ Everyone folds eventually under the thousand megawatt Deku smile and him earnestly asking them if they'd tell him about their quirk and how they got started doing that job. He's nothing if not determinedly earnest and uses it to his full advantage when he can. The funeral comment gets a raised eyebrow, but he flicks open the jacket obediently and eyes himself in the mirror. His hair is a lost cause; he smears a palmful of goop into a hand and works it through the mess which at least tames some of the curls. ]
I really do want to wear your jacket but I'd get in so much trouble. [ His publicist would murder him and he's not entirely sure what Bakugou's would do when their client's rival is just...earnestly repping him, but he's not going to find out. He can behave, mostly. One final look in the mirror and then Midoriya turns and goes where he's instructed, shamelessly pressing a kiss where shirt ends and throat begins. ]
I know you're not thrilled about this, but...selfishly, I like it. Seeing you and everyone else, sure dressed up and...I don't know. It's just nice. It's proof we made it. One goal down and now onto the next. Sometimes it's all I can think about, just...just being happy that you're here, that we're both here right now. It's nice, that's all.
[ Jokes on you, Midoriya's ready to cry at ANY MOMENT over how happy he is. ]
is all might dead in this continuation RIP..............
Date: 2018-11-19 02:53 pm (UTC)[Everyone knows Deku is the one hero who will rep other heroes somehow, but Bakugou wonders if Midoriya will get in trouble anyway for having those damn socks and that damn tie.
Carefully, Bakugou straightens everything out, makes sure the tie isn't atrocious, that there's no lint or fuzz or hair on the shoulders. He can't do anything with Midoriya's head either, so he doesn't even try.] Alright, can the stupid ass sap before I vomit. [But knowing it's sap just means he had been listening to everything, that he heard it.
Both hands return to his pockets. He peers at Midoriya with a look that doesn't say a whole lot, though it's lengthy enough to maybe be a consideration. It's not the first time he realizes just how much the nerd filled out. A little taller than him now, and he hates it. Broader, too, but balanced. Not so top heavy as he is, something more streamlined and well-rounded. Something decidedly attractive. (He hates it.) A nice goal to look at while trying to stay in front.
There's barely anything to make fun of Midoriya for now except being soft-hearted and nerdy, or doing heroic dumbass shit.] Here.
[One hand comes out of his pocket, and the fingers unfurl between them to show what's in his palm: a tie pin of All Might from the waist up, flexing. It's small enough to be modest, but big enough to be seen face-to-face. He doesn't mind if All Might is holding "him" down. He needs it usually.]
I won't let you rep everyone else and not one of the greatest heroes we've ever known.
OHHH HNOOOO UHHH I'm good with dead or like, retired on a fucking farm.
Date: 2018-11-19 06:10 pm (UTC)Midoriya stands obediently while he's fussed over, resisting the urge to lean in for kisses. This close, though, he gets to watch Bakugou's studious face, gets to wonder what it is going on in his head, what he's thinking. Nervously, Midoriya's head ducks and he smooths his hands down the front of Bakugou's suit to keep his hands out of the way. ]
Here?
[ It's a curious echo as he waits for Bakugou to pull out what he's got, and then he sees it and Bakugou's pinning it into him. There's no way he can be expected not to tear up at this, because it's perfect and Bakugou fucking ruins him every time there are these little moments of thought and consideration. His lip trembles, and then he's very delicately leaning his forehead against Bakugou's shoulder. Pathetically, though it's clear he's laughing a little despite his eyes welling up: ]
I'm not allowed to stain either of our suits.
old toshinori had a farm, e i, e i o
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