[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: ]
[GEEZ. He's here trying to keep Midoriya from the waterworks and now look. They just come, and he hates it. (What doesn't he hate?)]
Oi! [His voice is still low, but gains that typical gravel when he's usually getting ready to growl a bunch of displeasure.] What the fuck? Cut it the hell out, Deku.
[He drops his shoulder away and instead reaches up to catch Midoriya's chin in a hand, lift the head up and squeeze the cheeks with his fingers.] You fucking being a crybaby? Who said I was gonna let you go into a hero gala with a dumbass red face and tears in your eyes?
How you think that's gonna fucking look on me? [He keeps Midoriya's face pinned; the other hand reaches inside the jacket and rummages around.] I can't believe you have all this bullshit merch, but don't even have a goddamn handkerchief. [The one that gets smushed onto Midoriya's face is plain and white, but effective, and he lets go of Midoriya's chin.]
[ He's two seconds from crying at any given moment and Bakugou should absolutely be used to this at this point. He lets himself get manhanded around, his face ridiculous as Bakugou grabs at his cheeks and holds him in place. He's only a little teary, welling up but not spilling over and smiling like a fucking lunatic despite it. ]
I do, but I don't want to get them dirty.
[ He grabs for the handkerchief and dabs delicately at his eyes like he's in mourning or something absurd, and then folds it up neatly and shamelessly steals it because out of the two of them he's far more likely to get weepy at any given moment. After he's sure he's not going to make a mess or get tears on him, Midoriya leans up against him and presses a kiss to the corner of his lips. ]
Thanks, Kacchan. You really are the best.
[ But they do have to go and Midoriya knows that. He keeps fiddling with the tie pin, fingers grazing over it lightly every few minutes like he can't quite believe it's there, that Bakugou got him something this cool and useful. ]
[Okay, of course, he accepts the kiss, but the compliment again gets a low snort. It's probably now less he feels dirty getting complimented by a rival, by Deku, and more he wants to earn the fucking compliments.
Not that he didn't earn it doing a good deed. Semantics.]
We're gonna be fucking late, and it's gonna be your damn fault. [The hand that slips against Midoriya's back does rub up along the plane of it before it gives a small push, a kind of go-on nudge.] Your car is gonna leave you.
You should have just come to my damn apartment in your outfit, idiot. [He waits until they're out further toward the way they entered, when Midoriya isn't thinking about the pin or the merch or All Might or being nice.
He sweeps his hand up to jerk Midoriya back gently by the face and neck, planting a firm and hungry kiss on the lips. It counts just because he said he wasn't going to kiss a crybaby, and Midoriya isn't crying right this minute.] Don't embarrass yourself, or I'll remind everyone in an interview.
[ Wait shut UP Midoriya, they'll just get distracted if they know they have enough time. Determined, Midoriya gives one last lingering look to Bakugou's mouth and promises himself he's going to get plenty of kisses after. The little hand nudge gets him to move and he snags his shoes, heading for the front door. He could have come in the suit but at this point he knows better. With his luck he would have run into someone doing something and ruined his suit.
He's 99% sure that's why his agency sends cars at this point. Less and ways for things to go wrong if they're on the road, arguably. Once he toes his shoes on and comes back up he's dragged into another searing hot kiss, melting into it. It takes every ounce of self-control not to deepen it further or grope at Bakugou a little bit and muss him up. He settles for clasping at his lapels and draws in a shaky breath, smiling. ]
Ride with me. But you gotta keep your seatbelt on and hands to yourself.
[Honestly, Midoriya probably shouldn't hold him by the lapels. It feels like a headbutt of dominance, and it just riles him up more. It's worse when it's Izuku Midoriya. They've always had a rivalry.
It'll always be the flame under his feet.] You were the one talking about getting into fucking trouble for wearing my damn jacket. [He snakes two hands beneath the suit jacket and brushes the rough palms over Midoriya's lower back--maybe curls his fingers into the shirt to lightly wrinkle it.] Now you want the two of us to show up and get out together?
Your ass is gonna be dead fucking meat. You, getting out of the car with the hero who's gonna put you straight into second place?
[Yeah, Midoriya's publicist is going to murder him in cold blood.]
[ The smile goes from sunny to a little smirk, challenging. He knows, he absolutely knows, and he likes pushing Bakugou's buttons when and where he can because he can do that now and he likes their rivalry. Likes how it's evolved from when they were kids.
Bakugou is right, though. Midoriya isn't the best at caring about everything that his publicist cares about. Getting out of a car to an event with Uraraka or another girl is going to launch a series of rumors about who is dating who and while it doesn't happen as much with men there are still things they have to contend with. But he wants Bakugou to come with him, regardless. This nebulous thing where they fight together, they have sex, they hang out, it's all good but Midoriya also wouldn't mind more when it comes down to it.
The thing is he doesn't know if that's what Bakugou wants. ]
Think of it as...I dunno, a show of good sportsmanship.
[ He's cheating now, leaning in closer, walking his fingers up from Bakugou's waist to his shoulders, sliding his hand under the jacket, over the vest, coming in close. ]
There's nothing quite as important to him than fairness in rivalry. It's why he got so mad before, still gets so mad, when people don't take him seriously and fight him with all they've got. When they don't bring to the table something that forces him to earn it. Something challenging.
He hates to lose, but hell, he'll take losing any day over having an opponent draw back power.]
You little shit. [He smashes his forehead gently, but a tad painfully, into Midoriya's own. Stares with a hard, leveled red gaze.] I'm gonna kill you.
[Both hands draw back. Instead, he pushes them up between them and captures Midoriya's face between the palms. He isn't holding back when he kisses this time. It's hungry and wanting, hard. Lip bruising. He takes what he wants, turns a foot between Midoriya's ankles and drops his weight forward, pins Midoriya to the wall.
He keeps kissing until he thinks he might strangle from lack of air, and only then does he draw back, chest quietly heaving.]
If you don't fucking go now, I'm going to blast every inch of this goddamn thousand dollar suit off your body, and I'm going to scorch that whole shitty couch while I fuck you into the springs.
[ He knows he's won when Bakugou headbutts him. A little ow! escapes through his smile but then because it's Bakugou, of course it escalates. Rough hands cup his face and Midoriya leans into the kiss, parting his lips instantly so he can return it. What he doesn't expect is being pushed back into the wall, kissed within an inch of his life.
It's impossible not to give as good as he gets; Midoriya arches against him and grabs the nape of his neck because that's about the only safe place to touch right now, but he pushes a thigh between Bakugou's legs and shamelessly grinds up against his cock just once before pulling back. He's not panting, but it's close, and he does have to adjust himself in his pants when it's done. ]
Okay. Okay, okay, okay, alright, no more of this or I'm gonna let you.
[ God. Midoriya exhales shakily and slips back, ushering them both out of the apartment before he really does do something that gets his publicist to murder him. ]
[Yet again, he's smelling sweet, and it's overpowering the cologne. Because of course he's sweating. Of course he has to shove his hand into the pocket of his pants and adjust himself for the second time. Pray that the hardon has disappeared by the time they're stepping out of the car at the gala.]
Fucking go then.
[He half wrestles, half lets Midoriya wrestle him out of the door; they fight over it much like they fight over everything else. What's worse: showing up at the gala in disheveled clothes, together, or not showing up at the gala at all period? Together.
He actually wouldn't give a shit if he got in trouble. (Of course.) But he would one hundred percent take the blame, not unlike how quickly he spoke up about forcing Midoriya to fight him in the street so long ago.
Whatever. The gala. He'll get Midoriya afterward, looking like a fucking snack in that damn shitty ass suit.]
[ The gala is fun despite everything. It's a chance to get all dressed up and eat fancy food and see all of his friends again when he doesn't always see them so often, scattered across Japan. They pose for pictures and say enthusiastic hellos to each other; Midoriya's pretty sure that there's going to be a photo of him hugging and picking up Iida, Uraraka, Tsuyu and Todoroki in a massive hug all at the same time just because he can. Class A is effectively a living nightmare for the people in charge of them, but it could always be worse.
In the dinner hall surrounding the stage there are around a hundred different circular tables with names already set up. After the mixing and mingling, they get ushered in and spend a solid ten minutes where none of them are sitting where they're supposed to, all caught up in different conversations until a harried-looking organizer asks them please, sit in their seats.
Midoriya settles into his and bumps his shoulder into Iida playfully. When Bakugou sits down he gives him an innocent enough look and then once the table skirt hides it, slides a hand over his knee and up just high enough that it's teasing, fingers dragging lazily along the inseam of Bakugou's thigh while he sips champagne with the other hand and holds a conversation with someone across the table. ]
[Arriving, unfortunately, just means he’s met with exactly what he expects: people shocked he even came. Well, classmates. They can’t believe Bakugou is here much less here dressed to the nines. Kirishima had called him twice to double check, then texted him several times while they were on the way to make extra sure. Then Kirishima texted Midoriya to see if Midoriya would vouch, as if Bakugou would actually lie.
Being greeted now is vastly different than when they just entered school. Everyome gave him a wide berth, naturally, except one red-haired and one electric idiot. He was unstable, angry, sour. No one wanted to be around him, a far cry from middle school when everyone stuck to his ass. Here, now, at the gala, they understand Bakugou’s boundaries, his motives. They aren’t afraid to gently tease him, pick him up, compliment him. He hates all of it, but suffers it with nothing except a lot of curses and ear-smoke.
To say he didn’t enjoy seeing everyone, Kirishima, Kaminari, Tokoyami even, the girls, would be wrong. Everyone is growing on him. Reminding him how fragile his place, his rise to Number One can be. Anyone can challenge it, take it. This refreshes his drive.
At the table, at dinner, he grabs Midoriya’s teasing, sneaky hand by the wrist and squeezes warningly... but he doesn’t push the hand away. He doesn’t even keep it in one place, simply allows his fingers to rest on the arm as it goes, as it makes the cut muscles beneath grow stiff along the thigh. He won’t look at Midoriya, though he’s also trying not to talk to anyone else, especially not Poptart Splitz on his other side. He can’t. He’ll blush. He won’t be able to focus, and it’s better trying to focus on the fingers that keep drawing heat to his lower stomach.
In the leg of his pants, Midoriya can feel him, trapped and mildly hard, and he’s going to have to sit here until he gets soft, and he’s going to need to pray they don’t have to stand to bow.]
You’re pushing it, Deku... [It’s a low, growling whisper cutting into Midoriya’s conversation.] How many of those fruity fucking things have you had already?
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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
Date: 2018-11-19 08:18 pm (UTC)Oi! [His voice is still low, but gains that typical gravel when he's usually getting ready to growl a bunch of displeasure.] What the fuck? Cut it the hell out, Deku.
[He drops his shoulder away and instead reaches up to catch Midoriya's chin in a hand, lift the head up and squeeze the cheeks with his fingers.] You fucking being a crybaby? Who said I was gonna let you go into a hero gala with a dumbass red face and tears in your eyes?
How you think that's gonna fucking look on me? [He keeps Midoriya's face pinned; the other hand reaches inside the jacket and rummages around.] I can't believe you have all this bullshit merch, but don't even have a goddamn handkerchief. [The one that gets smushed onto Midoriya's face is plain and white, but effective, and he lets go of Midoriya's chin.]
I'm not kissing some stupid nerd who's crying.
LMAO, also midoriya to uraraka later "he had a HANDKERCHIEF" "oh my GOD"
Date: 2018-11-19 08:30 pm (UTC)I do, but I don't want to get them dirty.
[ He grabs for the handkerchief and dabs delicately at his eyes like he's in mourning or something absurd, and then folds it up neatly and shamelessly steals it because out of the two of them he's far more likely to get weepy at any given moment. After he's sure he's not going to make a mess or get tears on him, Midoriya leans up against him and presses a kiss to the corner of his lips. ]
Thanks, Kacchan. You really are the best.
[ But they do have to go and Midoriya knows that. He keeps fiddling with the tie pin, fingers grazing over it lightly every few minutes like he can't quite believe it's there, that Bakugou got him something this cool and useful. ]
look... HE'S A JACKASS NOT A SLOPPY MORON
Date: 2018-11-19 09:17 pm (UTC)Not that he didn't earn it doing a good deed. Semantics.]
We're gonna be fucking late, and it's gonna be your damn fault. [The hand that slips against Midoriya's back does rub up along the plane of it before it gives a small push, a kind of go-on nudge.] Your car is gonna leave you.
You should have just come to my damn apartment in your outfit, idiot. [He waits until they're out further toward the way they entered, when Midoriya isn't thinking about the pin or the merch or All Might or being nice.
He sweeps his hand up to jerk Midoriya back gently by the face and neck, planting a firm and hungry kiss on the lips. It counts just because he said he wasn't going to kiss a crybaby, and Midoriya isn't crying right this minute.] Don't embarrass yourself, or I'll remind everyone in an interview.
I'll see you there or whatever.
LMFAO
Date: 2018-11-19 09:30 pm (UTC)[ Wait shut UP Midoriya, they'll just get distracted if they know they have enough time. Determined, Midoriya gives one last lingering look to Bakugou's mouth and promises himself he's going to get plenty of kisses after. The little hand nudge gets him to move and he snags his shoes, heading for the front door. He could have come in the suit but at this point he knows better. With his luck he would have run into someone doing something and ruined his suit.
He's 99% sure that's why his agency sends cars at this point. Less and ways for things to go wrong if they're on the road, arguably. Once he toes his shoes on and comes back up he's dragged into another searing hot kiss, melting into it. It takes every ounce of self-control not to deepen it further or grope at Bakugou a little bit and muss him up. He settles for clasping at his lapels and draws in a shaky breath, smiling. ]
Ride with me. But you gotta keep your seatbelt on and hands to yourself.
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Date: 2018-11-19 10:13 pm (UTC)[Honestly, Midoriya probably shouldn't hold him by the lapels. It feels like a headbutt of dominance, and it just riles him up more. It's worse when it's Izuku Midoriya. They've always had a rivalry.
It'll always be the flame under his feet.] You were the one talking about getting into fucking trouble for wearing my damn jacket. [He snakes two hands beneath the suit jacket and brushes the rough palms over Midoriya's lower back--maybe curls his fingers into the shirt to lightly wrinkle it.] Now you want the two of us to show up and get out together?
Your ass is gonna be dead fucking meat. You, getting out of the car with the hero who's gonna put you straight into second place?
[Yeah, Midoriya's publicist is going to murder him in cold blood.]
lmk if this is ok!!
Date: 2018-11-19 10:20 pm (UTC)[ The smile goes from sunny to a little smirk, challenging. He knows, he absolutely knows, and he likes pushing Bakugou's buttons when and where he can because he can do that now and he likes their rivalry. Likes how it's evolved from when they were kids.
Bakugou is right, though. Midoriya isn't the best at caring about everything that his publicist cares about. Getting out of a car to an event with Uraraka or another girl is going to launch a series of rumors about who is dating who and while it doesn't happen as much with men there are still things they have to contend with. But he wants Bakugou to come with him, regardless. This nebulous thing where they fight together, they have sex, they hang out, it's all good but Midoriya also wouldn't mind more when it comes down to it.
The thing is he doesn't know if that's what Bakugou wants. ]
Think of it as...I dunno, a show of good sportsmanship.
[ He's cheating now, leaning in closer, walking his fingers up from Bakugou's waist to his shoulders, sliding his hand under the jacket, over the vest, coming in close. ]
yes gimme so we can ruin it later with one of them almost dying
Date: 2018-11-19 10:34 pm (UTC)There's nothing quite as important to him than fairness in rivalry. It's why he got so mad before, still gets so mad, when people don't take him seriously and fight him with all they've got. When they don't bring to the table something that forces him to earn it. Something challenging.
He hates to lose, but hell, he'll take losing any day over having an opponent draw back power.]
You little shit. [He smashes his forehead gently, but a tad painfully, into Midoriya's own. Stares with a hard, leveled red gaze.] I'm gonna kill you.
[Both hands draw back. Instead, he pushes them up between them and captures Midoriya's face between the palms. He isn't holding back when he kisses this time. It's hungry and wanting, hard. Lip bruising. He takes what he wants, turns a foot between Midoriya's ankles and drops his weight forward, pins Midoriya to the wall.
He keeps kissing until he thinks he might strangle from lack of air, and only then does he draw back, chest quietly heaving.]
If you don't fucking go now, I'm going to blast every inch of this goddamn thousand dollar suit off your body, and I'm going to scorch that whole shitty couch while I fuck you into the springs.
idiot 20 somethings who are fwb in love but never talk about it, sfklsklfs
Date: 2018-11-19 10:41 pm (UTC)It's impossible not to give as good as he gets; Midoriya arches against him and grabs the nape of his neck because that's about the only safe place to touch right now, but he pushes a thigh between Bakugou's legs and shamelessly grinds up against his cock just once before pulling back. He's not panting, but it's close, and he does have to adjust himself in his pants when it's done. ]
Okay. Okay, okay, okay, alright, no more of this or I'm gonna let you.
[ God. Midoriya exhales shakily and slips back, ushering them both out of the apartment before he really does do something that gets his publicist to murder him. ]
remember when i said he wasnt a moron? i take it back
Date: 2018-11-19 10:53 pm (UTC)Fucking go then.
[He half wrestles, half lets Midoriya wrestle him out of the door; they fight over it much like they fight over everything else. What's worse: showing up at the gala in disheveled clothes, together, or not showing up at the gala at all period? Together.
He actually wouldn't give a shit if he got in trouble. (Of course.) But he would one hundred percent take the blame, not unlike how quickly he spoke up about forcing Midoriya to fight him in the street so long ago.
Whatever. The gala. He'll get Midoriya afterward, looking like a fucking snack in that damn shitty ass suit.]
it's ok deku is horribly moronsexual at this point. also timeskipping.
Date: 2018-11-19 10:59 pm (UTC)In the dinner hall surrounding the stage there are around a hundred different circular tables with names already set up. After the mixing and mingling, they get ushered in and spend a solid ten minutes where none of them are sitting where they're supposed to, all caught up in different conversations until a harried-looking organizer asks them please, sit in their seats.
Midoriya settles into his and bumps his shoulder into Iida playfully. When Bakugou sits down he gives him an innocent enough look and then once the table skirt hides it, slides a hand over his knee and up just high enough that it's teasing, fingers dragging lazily along the inseam of Bakugou's thigh while he sips champagne with the other hand and holds a conversation with someone across the table. ]
looks at the cast. mmm. understandable.
Date: 2018-11-20 12:43 am (UTC)Being greeted now is vastly different than when they just entered school. Everyome gave him a wide berth, naturally, except one red-haired and one electric idiot. He was unstable, angry, sour. No one wanted to be around him, a far cry from middle school when everyone stuck to his ass. Here, now, at the gala, they understand Bakugou’s boundaries, his motives. They aren’t afraid to gently tease him, pick him up, compliment him. He hates all of it, but suffers it with nothing except a lot of curses and ear-smoke.
To say he didn’t enjoy seeing everyone, Kirishima, Kaminari, Tokoyami even, the girls, would be wrong. Everyone is growing on him. Reminding him how fragile his place, his rise to Number One can be. Anyone can challenge it, take it. This refreshes his drive.
At the table, at dinner, he grabs Midoriya’s teasing, sneaky hand by the wrist and squeezes warningly... but he doesn’t push the hand away. He doesn’t even keep it in one place, simply allows his fingers to rest on the arm as it goes, as it makes the cut muscles beneath grow stiff along the thigh. He won’t look at Midoriya, though he’s also trying not to talk to anyone else, especially not Poptart Splitz on his other side. He can’t. He’ll blush. He won’t be able to focus, and it’s better trying to focus on the fingers that keep drawing heat to his lower stomach.
In the leg of his pants, Midoriya can feel him, trapped and mildly hard, and he’s going to have to sit here until he gets soft, and he’s going to need to pray they don’t have to stand to bow.]
You’re pushing it, Deku... [It’s a low, growling whisper cutting into Midoriya’s conversation.] How many of those fruity fucking things have you had already?
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