[ A grin, now, over the rim of his glass though he swallows the laughter so he doesn't tempt fate here. ]
It just happens sometimes.
[ Waking up and thinking about classes and how to prepare and what he needs and what they're doing this week and what everyone else is doing. It's like his mind goes into overdrive without caring what time it is, and there's no way to shut it up besides being active. He hates feeling like he's not doing enough but he knows that's not accurate, too. ]
Everyone else wants to watch a movie today; I'll probably take a nap on the couch then.
[ Not intentionally, but it's laughably easy when he's bundled up between everyone and someone's shoulder is right there. ]
Sounds boring. [Which is his go-to response for anything the lot of them do together that's full of Fun and Friendship, even if he actually doesn't mind it all very much.
Unless it's something he'd get bored with... which may be whatever movie they decide to pick. Anyway, clearly, it will be a perfect time to take a nap.]
You've still got a few hours, dumbass. If you ain't getting back in bed, you can go lie on the sofa in the common room. I can make my own hot pockets.
Mmmhm. You should come. Kirishima picked it, it's something with robots and explosions and big fight scenes.
[ Tugging out his phone, Midoriya watches the counter click down, stomach growling. ]
You mean you can pull the hot pockets that I made out of the oven? [ So helpful. Midoriya hops off the counter again and grabs two plates along with some tongs to pull the hot pockets out. ] Two more minutes.
Tch. Shitty hair would pick something stupid like that.
[At least robots and explosions and big fight scenes will keep him mildly entertained. Not that, like... he's going to watch some dumb movie with the lot of them or whatever. Like that's going to happen.
Yeah right... (If Kirishima picked it, he'll be dragged there for sure.)] Give me that. fuck the two minutes. [Reaching out, he gently snatches the tongs away and goes for the oven.] I'm fucking starving.
[ At least Bakugou's not reaching in there with his bare hands.
Midoriya isn't about to try and stop him, so the best he can do is move out of the way and hold the plates out for him, faintly amused. Hopefully they're not cold in the middle but two minutes probably isn't going to do that much more to them. ]
[Look, he's stupid, but he's not an idiot... Sticking his hand right into the oven is counter-productive to being able to hold the hot pockets and eat them. This is better.
He reaches in and scoops one up between the tongs without--amazing--crushing it down the middle. He deposits it on one of the plates Midoriya is holding when he turns back, and then he goes for the others. The heat rolling out of the oven dries hot on his face and neck, but he's not deterred.]
I don't know why you got two plates when these three are fucking mine, nerd. [Midoriya gets the equivalent of a salty look, but... he puts the last hot pocket on the other plate anyway.] Cut 'em in half so they can cool.
[So he can shovel them in his mouth about like he did the coffee.]
[ He puts two paper towels down onto the plates to catch the steam and keep the hot pockets from getting soggy sitting on the plates. Quietly pleased and not dumb enough to say anything about it lest he risks ruining it, he does as he's instructed, plucking a knife up to start slicing them neatly in half, parting them to let the excess heat out with a little flick of his wrist on the end of each cut.
When it's done, he hops back up onto the counter and cups his mug waiting for them to cool. ]
You know, for all that heroes can take some pretty tough hits and we're...pretty durable, it's kind of funny that doesn't apply to stuff like this. I got knocked into a wall the other day and didn't have a scrape but the roof of my mouth is still burnt from where I bit into one of these this morning.
[ BODIES ARE DUMB give him a secondary quirk where he can eat things while they're still piping hot without melting his tongue. ]
[Closing the oven, he reaches up to turn it off now that they're finished, and he carries the tongs over to wash them with a little dish soap and warm water.] Depends on the hero, dumbass. The fucking Poptart splitz can just ice his mouth and not worry about it.
[He glances up at Midoriya as he shoves the tongs into the drainer.] Or maybe you just haven't been working hard enough to learn how to use your damn quirk to keep your mouth from being burnt. [If you thought he wasn't going to rag you, Midoriya...
Sidling back down the counter, he holds one of Midoriya's knees at bay with an elbow, making a personal space by the plate in front of him and its two hot pockets. He drags the mug down the counter to himself, and, well, he's going to stand here and eat them.]
...I'm not sure how I'd use my quirk to make a hot pocket not burn my mouth, though.
[Whoops, now he's thinking about it.
His isn't temperature focused, it's strength. If he braces himself and takes hits properly, he can prevent himself from taking damage sometimes, but there's no way to strengthen the roof of his mouth. Maybe, he could figure out some kind of way to focus One for All specifically into a space to prevent it from being injured but he's never tried with something so small before and -
His attention abruptly ends up caught by Bakugou who's settling within reach with his own breakfast. A little helplessly fond, Midoriya plucks two more paper towels off the roll, settling one next to Bakugou's plate and the other on his lap while he takes one of the halves carefully, blowing on the center. It seems like it's cooked, even if it was taken out early, and a tentative bite at the edges proves it's certainly hot enough. He doesn't flinch, but it's absolutely not cool enough to take a massive bite out of, yet. ]
[He gets maybe one or two small bites into the hot pocket before he's pelted with the usual Deku muttering, and brows twitch together.] Cut the fuckin' ruminating shit out, nerd. [He only gives Midoriya a short glare before returning to the food on the plate.
The cheese is hot and stings, but he bears it, eating it anyway without much care for the scald to the roof of his mouth that'll make it peel later probably. Occasionally, he'll give it a blow or two, but otherwise, doesn't care.
It does make his nose run, though, and he has to pause to brush it with the back of one of his arms.] Yeah, they're fucking delicious.
Which is why I'll kill you if you eat all of them.
[ Rolling his eyes, he doesn't rise to the bait or respond to the glare, too focused on utterly destroying that hot pocket. It's too hot to eat all in one go but he's doing much the same as Bakugou after a few moments of trying to be delicate about it; he's too impatient to wait. ]
I'd buy more again, don't worry. It's only fair.
[ A bigger bite this time and Midoriya makes a noise when cheese threatens to slip down and spill, catching it with his fingers and plopping it back onto the hot pocket to take another bite, washing it down with the coffee. Now that he's eaten one from the oven and one from the microwave, though... ]
...you know, I think it's basically the same as the microwave. I mean, a little crispier, sure, but I don't think it's worth the 40 minutes of preparation, even if it is good.
[Ugh, they're so good. He has to eat, like, two of three to get full usually because he's a dumbass puberty-ridden, buff kid, but whatever. They're so good. He's already on his last half by the time Midoriya gets finished.
The end, as always, splits open the more bites that are taken, and cheese and hamburger run out on his fingers. He has to stop to suck on them before continuing.] It's what the damn sleeve is for, I said.
It's crispy enough with that. But if you don't use the sleeve, then they're soggy. [He glances up, stares at Midoriya for a moment or two. His expression is a tad strange, even when he keeps talking.] Just don't put Bagel Bites in the microwave. Even with the tray, they're too soggy. They're always better from the damn oven.
[Reaching up suddenly with his free hand, he jabs his thumb along the side of the other boy's mouth. The handling is a little rough, but when he pulls back... he pops the side of the thumb with the extracted cheese into his mouth and then absolutely goes back to finishing the rest of the hot pocket like it wasn't anything out of the ordinary.]
[ It seems so unnecessary; they're good but they're not forty minutes of preparation and waiting good. Then again, it makes sense if he'd be putting twenty of them in the oven for other people. That would probably be faster than microwaving, but their freezer isn't big enough to hold as many hot pockets as the rest of class A would probably eat.
He doesn't notice the look he's getting at first, too pre-occupied with trying to make sure he doesn't lose half of his hot pocket down his front like a kid, but he does notice the hand reaching up, smearing away cheese and -- oh. Midoriya goes very still a moment, relatively certain that if he tried something like this he'd lose a finger. Acknowledging it is just going to make Bakugou bristle, though, so Midoriya hides his smile into the next bite and nudges lightly at him with a knee. ]
I don't think I've had those, either. They're the ones filled with cream cheese, right?
[Bakugou would absolutely, one hundred percent try to take a bite out of any of Midoriya's fingers, but that's just how he is--he can, everybody else can't. The knee bump gets a low, soft grunt, and some of the cheese and meat plops out onto the plate on the counter below him.]
Nah, they've got cheese. Cheese and pepperoni pieces, or just straight up cheese. They're, like... the fuck if I know, bagels with pizza toppings on them. Some American shit. There's some more.
Shit, I can't remember what they're called. They look like these, but tiny, and they're pizza flavored. [He takes a few more bites to finish off the hot pocket, and he gets the epiphany while having to wait to chew.] Rolls.
... I'm not sure I wanna eat anything smaller than this. I'd have to eat fifty to feel full.
[ Iida would never let anyone live off of boxes of anything from the freezer, which is probably for the best. Then again, these are good and cheap even if they're not the most healthy items he's ever eaten and pizza ones do sound pretty good. Once Bakugou specifies, he realizes what he means and nods. ]
Oh, pizza rolls. I think I had the cheese versions of those once. [ Sliding off the counter, he wipes the grease off the plate and tosses the napkins away, the plate going into the dishwasher. ] We could get some of those for movie night next week, maybe. I think I saw them when I was getting these.
Do whatever you want, nerd, but Jet Legs is going to bitch the entire time about eating processed, frozen food.
[When he's finished, he does much of the same, cleaning the plate and moving over to add it to the dishwasher. The napkins get bunched up with a crush of his fist and thrown into the trash can.]
I'm going to sit on the couch so I can finish my coffee.
[Being up early means there's still a slight bit of time before Iida is up, and he won't have to hear the guy complain about him drinking in the common area.]
[ He's mostly kidding, but he would buy a veggie platter too because Bakugou's right.
No one else seems awake yet, so he plunks the milk back into the fridge to keep it cool and grabs his mug. Some things about Bakugou are easy to read, but others he's not entirely certain of. Things have changed so much from when they were kids that he doesn't know for sure. It's a good thing; he's endlessly grateful that their relationship has changed from what it was but it also means he's operating on instinct not any sort of plan.
He'd need ten notebooks, at least, if he wanted to observe Bakugou's habits like he did quirks. ]
[Threading his fingers through the handle of the mug, he lifts it up and has a long, slow sip to make sure it isn't too close to the top to spill when he's shuffling toward the common area.]
About time you got out of my fucking hair, Deku.
[He clears his throat and glances over at Midoriya for a moment, and then he turns around and starts heading out of the kitchen with his coffee as he said he would. He's got to enjoy the peace and quiet for as long as it lasts.]
Go. You smell like shit. I can't believe you sat on the counter without showering after a run. Better hope I don't tell the Steam Engine.
He'll know you did the same thing. [ Midoriya waves a hand at him in response on his way past to the hallway, his own coffee mug held securely in hand. On the way in he exchanges sleepy good mornings and with a few people - those who were awake but hadn't stopped into the kitchen yet, instead groggily going from bedroom to the showers.
A quick stop at his room to get fresh clothes and then he goes to shower, changing into what's basically another set of pajamas for the day. His hair gets a cursory sweep with a towel to get out any droplets and he spends a few seconds some fiddling with his bangs before giving up on them. On the way back to his room, he passes Iida who thanks him for the coffee; nothing is said about the countertops but that could just be because he's tired.
Yawning, he hitches the blanket he'd taken from his room around his shoulders a little tighter and goes to grab a glass of water. Bakugou's sacked out on the couch as far as he can tell, but it's only when he gets closer he sees he's asleep. It probably won't last long as people wake up and start to wander in and out of here, but Midoriya's quiet as he fills a glass and puts it on the coffee table.
The blanket he'd snagged from his room gets draped over Bakugou after a moment of consideration, and then he settles himself into the loveseat, curled in his horrifically fluorescent yellow All Might hoodie, scrolling through his phone until Bakugou wakes up or someone comes through the common area too loudly.]
[Even with coffee, he falls asleep because he makes the mistake of stretching out on the three-seat couch. The common room is quiet, and the distant sound of doors opening don't bother him much at all.
He's Bakugou. Anyone who happened to pass through, not being Kirishima or Kaminari, and maybe even them too, left him alone. He's better this way. In all honesty, he even looks better, softer, with no sour scowl perpetually on his face.
The blanket's weight makes his brows twitch, but all he does is roll more toward the back of the couch for a short while.
There's no real reason why he wakes up, no loud noise or voice, no movement. His body casts him up to the surface of consciousness, and he just opens his eyes slowly, awake, warm and drowsy, and full of the familiar scent of... Midoriya?
He glances around the area as if he expects the need to be grumpy about being caught by several other classmates asleep, but there's only a green-haired boy on the loveseat. He has to double-take gently to realize it's Midoriya, and then the blanket makes more sense.
[ In some ways, no news is good news; Midoriya scrolls through his phone and there's nothing particularly eventful that's happened recently. No events requiring heroes, no moments where the League shows itself. It's just the normal news, and that's a relief, but sometimes his palms itch with the need to do something.
He texts with his mom a little while, waving and mouthing hellos to people who catch sight of them in the common room, but for the most part, they seem to congregate in the kitchen or head back to their rooms, unwilling to risk waking him. Midoriya gets it.
When Bakugou grunts, he cuts the blanket pile a quick grin. ]
Your mom is out to breakfast with mine and offered me fifty dollars if I can get a good picture of you like this. I turned her down, but that would be so many hot pockets.
[To no one's surprise, the blanket shifts, and a hand emerges from the depths of it only to offer Midoriya a precisely executed middle finger. Then it disappears again, and he turns over to face the back of the couch for a while. It's almost unnerving not hearing any huffing and puffing out of him for so long, and it seems maybe like he's fallen asleep again.
But then, slowly, he rolls over again to face outward.] I'll kill you if I find out you took any damn pictures of me sleeping. [He still sounds drowsily hoarse.]
Tell the hag she could've brought me some breakfast if she was good for anything.
[Look, his mom is so annoying (because she's a better version of him, of course), but he loves her anyway.]
[ It's a calculated play; half-awake Bakugou's less likely to explode things. You know, probably. Midoriya snickers at the middle finger and resists the urge to take a photo of this grumpy blanket lump with an arm sticking out but only just. ]
I didn't, don't worry. If I start this they'll be the ones to finish it.
[ His mom's already threatened that when he becomes a proper pro hero she's going to release his baby photos because it's what all moms get to do. Shifting on the loveseat, he curls further into a compact ball with his hoodie around his knees, hood up. The floppy little All Might antenna flop to either side like dog ears. ]
It's nice, though. Your mom hanging out with mine. I was kinda worried about her being alone in the house while we were here.
[The thing about being an athletic teenage boy is having a high metabolism, and having a high metabolism means he almost gives off as much heat as Todoroki. Conditioning yourself to swelter too for a sweat quirk doesn't help matters.
It isn't long before he's tossing the blanket off himself and back behind him, relishing the cooler air on the outside.
His eyes, though, peer up from around the small couch pillow at Midoriya. He doesn't say anything, only stares quietly. Not having a dad; the idea doesn't really dawn on him much when he doesn't understand what it's like to lack one.
He wonders if his own mother would be lonely at home without his father there. She's so independent and feisty, but... also incredibly emotional and sentimental.]
Mom's a sap, so she wouldn't let that happen. I don't know why you were fucking worried.
[ Midoriya watches the blanket get tossed and debates the merits of getting up to grab it and snuggle underneath it, but that's effort and he's cozy where he is right now. He can feel the weight of Bakugou's eyes on him, and after a moment dares to look back at him, waiting. ]
I know. I told my mom to tell yours thank you and she apparently said I could thank her with telling you to talk to her more.
[ Moms, dude. Yawning hugely, Midoriya hooks his legs over the edge of the loveseat, mismatched socks swinging idly back and forth like he doesn't know how to just be still unless he's thinking about it. ]
It's nice, though. I think she thinks about all of this less when they're talking; your mom is good at making sure she doesn't worry.
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Date: 2018-11-04 09:56 pm (UTC)It just happens sometimes.
[ Waking up and thinking about classes and how to prepare and what he needs and what they're doing this week and what everyone else is doing. It's like his mind goes into overdrive without caring what time it is, and there's no way to shut it up besides being active. He hates feeling like he's not doing enough but he knows that's not accurate, too. ]
Everyone else wants to watch a movie today; I'll probably take a nap on the couch then.
[ Not intentionally, but it's laughably easy when he's bundled up between everyone and someone's shoulder is right there. ]
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Date: 2018-11-04 10:11 pm (UTC)Unless it's something he'd get bored with... which may be whatever movie they decide to pick. Anyway, clearly, it will be a perfect time to take a nap.]
You've still got a few hours, dumbass. If you ain't getting back in bed, you can go lie on the sofa in the common room. I can make my own hot pockets.
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Date: 2018-11-04 10:14 pm (UTC)[ Tugging out his phone, Midoriya watches the counter click down, stomach growling. ]
You mean you can pull the hot pockets that I made out of the oven? [ So helpful. Midoriya hops off the counter again and grabs two plates along with some tongs to pull the hot pockets out. ] Two more minutes.
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Date: 2018-11-04 10:35 pm (UTC)[At least robots and explosions and big fight scenes will keep him mildly entertained. Not that, like... he's going to watch some dumb movie with the lot of them or whatever. Like that's going to happen.
Yeah right... (If Kirishima picked it, he'll be dragged there for sure.)] Give me that. fuck the two minutes. [Reaching out, he gently snatches the tongs away and goes for the oven.] I'm fucking starving.
Hold the plates.
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Date: 2018-11-04 10:38 pm (UTC)[ At least Bakugou's not reaching in there with his bare hands.
Midoriya isn't about to try and stop him, so the best he can do is move out of the way and hold the plates out for him, faintly amused. Hopefully they're not cold in the middle but two minutes probably isn't going to do that much more to them. ]
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Date: 2018-11-04 11:36 pm (UTC)He reaches in and scoops one up between the tongs without--amazing--crushing it down the middle. He deposits it on one of the plates Midoriya is holding when he turns back, and then he goes for the others. The heat rolling out of the oven dries hot on his face and neck, but he's not deterred.]
I don't know why you got two plates when these three are fucking mine, nerd. [Midoriya gets the equivalent of a salty look, but... he puts the last hot pocket on the other plate anyway.] Cut 'em in half so they can cool.
[So he can shovel them in his mouth about like he did the coffee.]
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Date: 2018-11-04 11:42 pm (UTC)[ He puts two paper towels down onto the plates to catch the steam and keep the hot pockets from getting soggy sitting on the plates. Quietly pleased and not dumb enough to say anything about it lest he risks ruining it, he does as he's instructed, plucking a knife up to start slicing them neatly in half, parting them to let the excess heat out with a little flick of his wrist on the end of each cut.
When it's done, he hops back up onto the counter and cups his mug waiting for them to cool. ]
You know, for all that heroes can take some pretty tough hits and we're...pretty durable, it's kind of funny that doesn't apply to stuff like this. I got knocked into a wall the other day and didn't have a scrape but the roof of my mouth is still burnt from where I bit into one of these this morning.
[ BODIES ARE DUMB give him a secondary quirk where he can eat things while they're still piping hot without melting his tongue. ]
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Date: 2018-11-05 12:06 am (UTC)[Closing the oven, he reaches up to turn it off now that they're finished, and he carries the tongs over to wash them with a little dish soap and warm water.] Depends on the hero, dumbass. The fucking Poptart splitz can just ice his mouth and not worry about it.
[He glances up at Midoriya as he shoves the tongs into the drainer.] Or maybe you just haven't been working hard enough to learn how to use your damn quirk to keep your mouth from being burnt. [If you thought he wasn't going to rag you, Midoriya...
Sidling back down the counter, he holds one of Midoriya's knees at bay with an elbow, making a personal space by the plate in front of him and its two hot pockets. He drags the mug down the counter to himself, and, well, he's going to stand here and eat them.]
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Date: 2018-11-05 12:13 am (UTC)[Whoops, now he's thinking about it.
His isn't temperature focused, it's strength. If he braces himself and takes hits properly, he can prevent himself from taking damage sometimes, but there's no way to strengthen the roof of his mouth. Maybe, he could figure out some kind of way to focus One for All specifically into a space to prevent it from being injured but he's never tried with something so small before and -
His attention abruptly ends up caught by Bakugou who's settling within reach with his own breakfast. A little helplessly fond, Midoriya plucks two more paper towels off the roll, settling one next to Bakugou's plate and the other on his lap while he takes one of the halves carefully, blowing on the center. It seems like it's cooked, even if it was taken out early, and a tentative bite at the edges proves it's certainly hot enough. He doesn't flinch, but it's absolutely not cool enough to take a massive bite out of, yet. ]
Oh, it's good!
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Date: 2018-11-05 12:32 am (UTC)[He gets maybe one or two small bites into the hot pocket before he's pelted with the usual Deku muttering, and brows twitch together.] Cut the fuckin' ruminating shit out, nerd. [He only gives Midoriya a short glare before returning to the food on the plate.
The cheese is hot and stings, but he bears it, eating it anyway without much care for the scald to the roof of his mouth that'll make it peel later probably. Occasionally, he'll give it a blow or two, but otherwise, doesn't care.
It does make his nose run, though, and he has to pause to brush it with the back of one of his arms.] Yeah, they're fucking delicious.
Which is why I'll kill you if you eat all of them.
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Date: 2018-11-05 12:41 am (UTC)I'd buy more again, don't worry. It's only fair.
[ A bigger bite this time and Midoriya makes a noise when cheese threatens to slip down and spill, catching it with his fingers and plopping it back onto the hot pocket to take another bite, washing it down with the coffee. Now that he's eaten one from the oven and one from the microwave, though... ]
...you know, I think it's basically the same as the microwave. I mean, a little crispier, sure, but I don't think it's worth the 40 minutes of preparation, even if it is good.
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Date: 2018-11-05 12:59 am (UTC)The end, as always, splits open the more bites that are taken, and cheese and hamburger run out on his fingers. He has to stop to suck on them before continuing.] It's what the damn sleeve is for, I said.
It's crispy enough with that. But if you don't use the sleeve, then they're soggy. [He glances up, stares at Midoriya for a moment or two. His expression is a tad strange, even when he keeps talking.] Just don't put Bagel Bites in the microwave. Even with the tray, they're too soggy. They're always better from the damn oven.
[Reaching up suddenly with his free hand, he jabs his thumb along the side of the other boy's mouth. The handling is a little rough, but when he pulls back... he pops the side of the thumb with the extracted cheese into his mouth and then absolutely goes back to finishing the rest of the hot pocket like it wasn't anything out of the ordinary.]
were you RAISED in a BARN????? HEROES SHOULD HAVE MANNERS!! THEY ARE REPRESENTI--
Date: 2018-11-05 01:07 am (UTC)[ It seems so unnecessary; they're good but they're not forty minutes of preparation and waiting good. Then again, it makes sense if he'd be putting twenty of them in the oven for other people. That would probably be faster than microwaving, but their freezer isn't big enough to hold as many hot pockets as the rest of class A would probably eat.
He doesn't notice the look he's getting at first, too pre-occupied with trying to make sure he doesn't lose half of his hot pocket down his front like a kid, but he does notice the hand reaching up, smearing away cheese and -- oh. Midoriya goes very still a moment, relatively certain that if he tried something like this he'd lose a finger. Acknowledging it is just going to make Bakugou bristle, though, so Midoriya hides his smile into the next bite and nudges lightly at him with a knee. ]
I don't think I've had those, either. They're the ones filled with cream cheese, right?
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Date: 2018-11-05 01:43 am (UTC)[Bakugou would absolutely, one hundred percent try to take a bite out of any of Midoriya's fingers, but that's just how he is--he can, everybody else can't. The knee bump gets a low, soft grunt, and some of the cheese and meat plops out onto the plate on the counter below him.]
Nah, they've got cheese. Cheese and pepperoni pieces, or just straight up cheese. They're, like... the fuck if I know, bagels with pizza toppings on them. Some American shit. There's some more.
Shit, I can't remember what they're called. They look like these, but tiny, and they're pizza flavored. [He takes a few more bites to finish off the hot pocket, and he gets the epiphany while having to wait to chew.] Rolls.
Pizza rolls.
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Date: 2018-11-05 01:52 am (UTC)[ Iida would never let anyone live off of boxes of anything from the freezer, which is probably for the best. Then again, these are good and cheap even if they're not the most healthy items he's ever eaten and pizza ones do sound pretty good. Once Bakugou specifies, he realizes what he means and nods. ]
Oh, pizza rolls. I think I had the cheese versions of those once. [ Sliding off the counter, he wipes the grease off the plate and tosses the napkins away, the plate going into the dishwasher. ] We could get some of those for movie night next week, maybe. I think I saw them when I was getting these.
LMAO oh my god
Date: 2018-11-05 02:19 am (UTC)[When he's finished, he does much of the same, cleaning the plate and moving over to add it to the dishwasher. The napkins get bunched up with a crush of his fist and thrown into the trash can.]
I'm going to sit on the couch so I can finish my coffee.
[Being up early means there's still a slight bit of time before Iida is up, and he won't have to hear the guy complain about him drinking in the common area.]
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Date: 2018-11-05 02:24 am (UTC)[ He's mostly kidding, but he would buy a veggie platter too because Bakugou's right.
No one else seems awake yet, so he plunks the milk back into the fridge to keep it cool and grabs his mug. Some things about Bakugou are easy to read, but others he's not entirely certain of. Things have changed so much from when they were kids that he doesn't know for sure. It's a good thing; he's endlessly grateful that their relationship has changed from what it was but it also means he's operating on instinct not any sort of plan.
He'd need ten notebooks, at least, if he wanted to observe Bakugou's habits like he did quirks. ]
I should really shower and change.
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Date: 2018-11-05 02:52 am (UTC)About time you got out of my fucking hair, Deku.
[He clears his throat and glances over at Midoriya for a moment, and then he turns around and starts heading out of the kitchen with his coffee as he said he would. He's got to enjoy the peace and quiet for as long as it lasts.]
Go. You smell like shit. I can't believe you sat on the counter without showering after a run. Better hope I don't tell the Steam Engine.
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Date: 2018-11-05 03:53 am (UTC)A quick stop at his room to get fresh clothes and then he goes to shower, changing into what's basically another set of pajamas for the day. His hair gets a cursory sweep with a towel to get out any droplets and he spends a few seconds some fiddling with his bangs before giving up on them. On the way back to his room, he passes Iida who thanks him for the coffee; nothing is said about the countertops but that could just be because he's tired.
Yawning, he hitches the blanket he'd taken from his room around his shoulders a little tighter and goes to grab a glass of water. Bakugou's sacked out on the couch as far as he can tell, but it's only when he gets closer he sees he's asleep. It probably won't last long as people wake up and start to wander in and out of here, but Midoriya's quiet as he fills a glass and puts it on the coffee table.
The blanket he'd snagged from his room gets draped over Bakugou after a moment of consideration, and then he settles himself into the loveseat, curled in his horrifically fluorescent yellow All Might hoodie, scrolling through his phone until Bakugou wakes up or someone comes through the common area too loudly.]
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Date: 2018-11-05 04:14 am (UTC)He's Bakugou. Anyone who happened to pass through, not being Kirishima or Kaminari, and maybe even them too, left him alone. He's better this way. In all honesty, he even looks better, softer, with no sour scowl perpetually on his face.
The blanket's weight makes his brows twitch, but all he does is roll more toward the back of the couch for a short while.
There's no real reason why he wakes up, no loud noise or voice, no movement. His body casts him up to the surface of consciousness, and he just opens his eyes slowly, awake, warm and drowsy, and full of the familiar scent of... Midoriya?
He glances around the area as if he expects the need to be grumpy about being caught by several other classmates asleep, but there's only a green-haired boy on the loveseat. He has to double-take gently to realize it's Midoriya, and then the blanket makes more sense.
But all he can really do is gruny sleepily.]
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Date: 2018-11-05 04:30 am (UTC)He texts with his mom a little while, waving and mouthing hellos to people who catch sight of them in the common room, but for the most part, they seem to congregate in the kitchen or head back to their rooms, unwilling to risk waking him. Midoriya gets it.
When Bakugou grunts, he cuts the blanket pile a quick grin. ]
Your mom is out to breakfast with mine and offered me fifty dollars if I can get a good picture of you like this. I turned her down, but that would be so many hot pockets.
[ Friendship. ]
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Date: 2018-11-05 02:29 pm (UTC)But then, slowly, he rolls over again to face outward.] I'll kill you if I find out you took any damn pictures of me sleeping. [He still sounds drowsily hoarse.]
Tell the hag she could've brought me some breakfast if she was good for anything.
[Look, his mom is so annoying (because she's a better version of him, of course), but he loves her anyway.]
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Date: 2018-11-05 06:43 pm (UTC)I didn't, don't worry. If I start this they'll be the ones to finish it.
[ His mom's already threatened that when he becomes a proper pro hero she's going to release his baby photos because it's what all moms get to do. Shifting on the loveseat, he curls further into a compact ball with his hoodie around his knees, hood up. The floppy little All Might antenna flop to either side like dog ears. ]
It's nice, though. Your mom hanging out with mine. I was kinda worried about her being alone in the house while we were here.
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Date: 2018-11-05 07:16 pm (UTC)It isn't long before he's tossing the blanket off himself and back behind him, relishing the cooler air on the outside.
His eyes, though, peer up from around the small couch pillow at Midoriya. He doesn't say anything, only stares quietly. Not having a dad; the idea doesn't really dawn on him much when he doesn't understand what it's like to lack one.
He wonders if his own mother would be lonely at home without his father there. She's so independent and feisty, but... also incredibly emotional and sentimental.]
Mom's a sap, so she wouldn't let that happen. I don't know why you were fucking worried.
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Date: 2018-11-05 07:21 pm (UTC)I know. I told my mom to tell yours thank you and she apparently said I could thank her with telling you to talk to her more.
[ Moms, dude. Yawning hugely, Midoriya hooks his legs over the edge of the loveseat, mismatched socks swinging idly back and forth like he doesn't know how to just be still unless he's thinking about it. ]
It's nice, though. I think she thinks about all of this less when they're talking; your mom is good at making sure she doesn't worry.
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