[ It's enough, just that little moment of contact before Bakugou pulls away. Midoriya would have been thrilled with that, except moments later comes the shittiest invitation and he's swept with a wave of fondness so huge it aches. Fuel on the fire is Bakugou making any kind of challenge out of it. They haven't been separated yet, so Midoriya rises up out of the chair and gingerly lifts himself up after lowering the bar in the way.
He's careful to put his cast to the outside, otherwise the cot would be too small for both of them, but he dares to settle himself on his side, pillowing his head onto Bakugou's shoulder to make sure that he doesn't have to move or shift over very much. Can't risk tearing those stitches. ]
Do you tip nurses? I kind of think we should get her a melon for having to deal with us.
[ Eighteen distressed heroes and parents in the waiting room at various points, and then the two of them? He ought to get the nurses a fucking apology cake at this point. His cast settles itself gently across Bakugou's thigh for lack of anywhere else, not wanting to risk his torso.]
[The only, sole reason he decides not to fuss or be argumentative is because Midoriya did what he wanted and is now up with him in the bed. He does shift over a bit to make room, getting the potato sticks and book out of the way; up here, this close, Midoriya can see it’s, The Tale of Genji.
Even with a scoff, as soon as Midoriya is settled, Bakugou turns his head over and buries his cheek and mouth into the fluffy, green hair, against the temple. Smells like Midoriya for sure. It’s been a short while since they’ve had the opportunity to be this close, uninterrupted. Close enough his breath is warm on what little bit of skin and scalp it brushes over when he sighs quietly.] Whatever, if you wanna. You don’t tip them money though, idiot. They probably couldn’t even take it anyway. [So they’re relegated to giving the girls something to split. Maybe a melon, yeah.]
Who the fuck wants a melon, though? Get them some chocolate or a cake.
I know, I know. I was mostly joking, but... well, we really should get them something. Our class is a lot. Our moms are a lot.
[ With his arm wrapped in a cast like this there's not much that he can do in terms of touching Bakugou and it's driving him insane approximately two seconds into lounging like this. There's no way to do it without risking hurting him so instead, he very gently tilts his arm and rests the fingertips not hidden against the top of Bakugou's thigh.
It's not perfect but it's something. His leg slides across a moment later, shamelessly tangling itself with both of Bakugou's, and when he feels that sigh he snuggles, mouthing a kiss against a shoulder. ]
Cake or chocolate is good. [ The exhaustion tugs heavily at him again, threatening to slide him under now that he's stopped moving and he's warm, content. ] Hey, Kacchan, you should read to me.
[A soft, low “hooh” kind of inquiry comes out of him, and he turns his head just barely enough to glance at the book on the other side. Dammit, he’s comfy, and now he’s got to read to some nerd? Geez.]
Don’t act like you don’t already know the damn story. [It’s murmured into the fluffy hair with a whole lack of combustion he’s usually dishing out. He thinks he could be harder if Midoriya wasn’t so fucking warm leaned against him, fitting into his open places like a puzzle piece.] Fine, I guess. If it means you’re shut up for a while. [Even if, really, he doesn’t mind Midoriya talking when it means he doesn’t have to do it himself.
Reaching back over his thigh, he grapples the book and hefts it back over between them. He does have to move, stretch his arm around Midoriya’s neck and shoulders so he can hold the book open with two hands. He doesn’t start from the beginning, but simply from where he left off. With just two hands, the red good luck pouch from one of their peers he was using as a bookmark flops against Midoriya’s chest, and he leaves it there for now.
For once, he has a string of conversation without any cursing and with a strange, husky recitation. He sounds as smart as most can tell he is, as he had been in school based on his scores, not like an uneducated ruffian. A hidden, secretive smart boy, a nerd not unlike Midoriya in a different way. The one that very rarely emerges in tactics or logic. He doesn’t falter over words or stutter.
It’s surreal to hear Genji’s kidnapping of Murasaki and his tutelage of her out of Bakugou’s mouth.]
[ It sounds like a joke, but it isn't. He does like hearing Bakugou talk when he's not yelling, or cursing, or generally being a dick just to be one. This is nice. This is just Bakugou's low, warm rumble underneath his ear, the line of his body pressed close. He doesn't stumble over words like Midoriya knows he would. This is the Bakugou that he knew from a child: painfully smart, articulate, the kind of person Midoriya ached to be. Bakugou's confident as he reads, shaping the words easily, working through it and before Midoriya really realizes what's happening, his eyes are sliding shut.
He's not going to fall asleep. There's still the nurses to contend with and technically they're not supposed to be in the same bed together, that's why he had the chair. He's not going to fall asleep because Bakugou's bored and he needs someone to keep him entertained, and it's not fair to leave him alone like this.
He absolutely falls asleep, slumping into Bakugou's side, mouth pressed so he's exhaling warmth against the curve of his collarbone, nosing into his throat sleepily as he dozes. ]
[Honestly, Bakugou doesn’t mind Midoriya falling asleep. He won’t mind if the nurses find them, even if the nurses find his stack of potato sticks either. Mainly because, he too will be asleep when all of this happens.
He keeps reading for the hell of it, voice almost a whisper. Midoriya’s labored breath on his neck is the lull. The book and arms begin lowering, and his own head, leaned on Midoriya’s, gets heavy. His eyes shut, open, shut again; there’s no way he can keep them open like this. He doesn’t get as good a sleep in the hospital as he does when Midoriya is squeezing into the stupid bed with him, when they’re entwined at the legs and arms together. It’s good.
He’d die before he ever admitted any of this to anyone.
But it’s good. Midoriya wrapped up in him and asleep, nothing for him to get riled up about. Snacks. Midoriya’s hair smells fresh and faintly washed, the wavy curls soft. A pillow he won’t ever say he enjoys. Like the bookish reading, Bakugou’s sleeping face is a dream. He’s so much gentler, a real handsome and sweet boy when his eyes aren’t narrow and his brows together.
And maybe Midoriya gets an e-mailed picture way later of the two of them from the same nurse as the first time.]
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Date: 2018-11-23 06:55 am (UTC)He's careful to put his cast to the outside, otherwise the cot would be too small for both of them, but he dares to settle himself on his side, pillowing his head onto Bakugou's shoulder to make sure that he doesn't have to move or shift over very much. Can't risk tearing those stitches. ]
Do you tip nurses? I kind of think we should get her a melon for having to deal with us.
[ Eighteen distressed heroes and parents in the waiting room at various points, and then the two of them? He ought to get the nurses a fucking apology cake at this point. His cast settles itself gently across Bakugou's thigh for lack of anywhere else, not wanting to risk his torso.]
We should get them something.
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Date: 2018-11-23 01:45 pm (UTC)Even with a scoff, as soon as Midoriya is settled, Bakugou turns his head over and buries his cheek and mouth into the fluffy, green hair, against the temple. Smells like Midoriya for sure. It’s been a short while since they’ve had the opportunity to be this close, uninterrupted. Close enough his breath is warm on what little bit of skin and scalp it brushes over when he sighs quietly.] Whatever, if you wanna. You don’t tip them money though, idiot. They probably couldn’t even take it anyway. [So they’re relegated to giving the girls something to split. Maybe a melon, yeah.]
Who the fuck wants a melon, though? Get them some chocolate or a cake.
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Date: 2018-11-23 05:44 pm (UTC)[ With his arm wrapped in a cast like this there's not much that he can do in terms of touching Bakugou and it's driving him insane approximately two seconds into lounging like this. There's no way to do it without risking hurting him so instead, he very gently tilts his arm and rests the fingertips not hidden against the top of Bakugou's thigh.
It's not perfect but it's something. His leg slides across a moment later, shamelessly tangling itself with both of Bakugou's, and when he feels that sigh he snuggles, mouthing a kiss against a shoulder. ]
Cake or chocolate is good. [ The exhaustion tugs heavily at him again, threatening to slide him under now that he's stopped moving and he's warm, content. ] Hey, Kacchan, you should read to me.
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Date: 2018-11-23 06:17 pm (UTC)Don’t act like you don’t already know the damn story. [It’s murmured into the fluffy hair with a whole lack of combustion he’s usually dishing out. He thinks he could be harder if Midoriya wasn’t so fucking warm leaned against him, fitting into his open places like a puzzle piece.] Fine, I guess. If it means you’re shut up for a while. [Even if, really, he doesn’t mind Midoriya talking when it means he doesn’t have to do it himself.
Reaching back over his thigh, he grapples the book and hefts it back over between them. He does have to move, stretch his arm around Midoriya’s neck and shoulders so he can hold the book open with two hands. He doesn’t start from the beginning, but simply from where he left off. With just two hands, the red good luck pouch from one of their peers he was using as a bookmark flops against Midoriya’s chest, and he leaves it there for now.
For once, he has a string of conversation without any cursing and with a strange, husky recitation. He sounds as smart as most can tell he is, as he had been in school based on his scores, not like an uneducated ruffian. A hidden, secretive smart boy, a nerd not unlike Midoriya in a different way. The one that very rarely emerges in tactics or logic. He doesn’t falter over words or stutter.
It’s surreal to hear Genji’s kidnapping of Murasaki and his tutelage of her out of Bakugou’s mouth.]
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Date: 2018-11-23 06:32 pm (UTC)[ It sounds like a joke, but it isn't. He does like hearing Bakugou talk when he's not yelling, or cursing, or generally being a dick just to be one. This is nice. This is just Bakugou's low, warm rumble underneath his ear, the line of his body pressed close. He doesn't stumble over words like Midoriya knows he would. This is the Bakugou that he knew from a child: painfully smart, articulate, the kind of person Midoriya ached to be. Bakugou's confident as he reads, shaping the words easily, working through it and before Midoriya really realizes what's happening, his eyes are sliding shut.
He's not going to fall asleep. There's still the nurses to contend with and technically they're not supposed to be in the same bed together, that's why he had the chair. He's not going to fall asleep because Bakugou's bored and he needs someone to keep him entertained, and it's not fair to leave him alone like this.
He absolutely falls asleep, slumping into Bakugou's side, mouth pressed so he's exhaling warmth against the curve of his collarbone, nosing into his throat sleepily as he dozes. ]
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Date: 2018-11-23 07:55 pm (UTC)He keeps reading for the hell of it, voice almost a whisper. Midoriya’s labored breath on his neck is the lull. The book and arms begin lowering, and his own head, leaned on Midoriya’s, gets heavy. His eyes shut, open, shut again; there’s no way he can keep them open like this. He doesn’t get as good a sleep in the hospital as he does when Midoriya is squeezing into the stupid bed with him, when they’re entwined at the legs and arms together. It’s good.
He’d die before he ever admitted any of this to anyone.
But it’s good. Midoriya wrapped up in him and asleep, nothing for him to get riled up about. Snacks. Midoriya’s hair smells fresh and faintly washed, the wavy curls soft. A pillow he won’t ever say he enjoys. Like the bookish reading, Bakugou’s sleeping face is a dream. He’s so much gentler, a real handsome and sweet boy when his eyes aren’t narrow and his brows together.
And maybe Midoriya gets an e-mailed picture way later of the two of them from the same nurse as the first time.]