[ Thanks to the nurses, Midoriya's lock screen and his home screen are both pictures of them together. It's ridiculous but Bakugou hasn't noticed yet so Midoriya isn't going to call any more attention to it than he absolutely needs to. It's...cute. Bakugou's face smooths out when he's sleeping and he looks younger, softer. It's the kind of photos that he hopes they're going to be able to take someday when Bakugou's awake, but that's still a work in progress and he knows it.
In the meantime, Bakugou is discharged to his apartment, with the strict instructions of making certain he doesn't tear any stitches. For some reason the nurse from earlier levels a look at him, points, and tells him to make sure which okay, fine, that's valid but it's not like Bakugou's going to listen to him, not really.
They take a cab to Bakugou's place where Midoriya tells him he knows he's not going to follow any of the instructions but like, at least try? Maybe? He vanishes a few hours to get things like food and anything else that Bakugou doesn't have readily available, along with his laptop and a few other miscellaneous things from his apartment. On his way back he buys two more bags of groceries and supplies, so by the time he's back in Bakugou's apartment his arms are full and while he's not straining it's weird to feel like a piece of himself is missing. Maybe missing isn't the right word; it's not a bad feeling, but it feels like there's a thread, something connecting him to Bakugou. Did All Might feel this too, with him?
It's not something he can ask so he shoves it down and focuses on unpacking. Grocery bags are put in the kitchen and Midoriya tugs something else out of the bag - a massive, soft blanket which he casually drops on top of Bakugou's head on the way back into the kitchen. ]
I'm going to make dinner, do you want anything in particular? [ A pause, considering. ] I'm not making hot pockets for dinner, just so you know.
[Going home feels great. Even though the hospital room hadn’t exactly been small, being able to stretch his legs with walking somewhere besides the bathroom and maybe the canteen was wonderful. The air outside, he took it for granted. It takes him at least two minutes of standing out front, engulfing slow, deep breaths of air before the taxi arrives.
There’s actually no complaint when Midoriya hovers and finally refuses nothing short of staying over. He gets some alone time when Midoriya is gone, and it’s enough to recharge his social batteries, to walk around a bit and put things up he hadn’t before they left for the gala initially, to shower. It looks like his mom had come by at least once to clean briefly, check on things.
The top of his wild hair and his red eyes peer up over the back of the couch when Midoriya returns, watchful. He grunts when the blanket covers him, reaching up to yank it down... and kind of hug it to feel it for a moment or two. Soft. He dumps it beside him. Bigger fish—he’s like a child or maybe a cat, and pretty soon, he’s at the edge of the kitchen to see what all Midoriya had bought and is putting away. Curious.] Sucks.
I want some fucking curry bad.
[He moves further in, drawn by some weird force.] Do you want me to help with something or whatever? [He hates, like, standing around doing nothing, but he knows Midoriya is gonna try to baby him.] Third cabinet from the fridge. Stick it wherever.
[ Technically he probably could have left early, but they weren't going to stick anyone else in that room, and Midoriya was technically still injured. Not seriously, but with his arm the way it was it did make it easier and he was on strict duty not to answer any hero calls unless it was an absolute emergency.
Now that they're out and can eat food that's not squirreled in by their friends, he fully intends to exhaust the extent of his culinary skills in Bakugou's kitchen at least today, and then maybe tomorrow. He's not sure how long he needs to stick around but he doesn't want to actually bother Bakugou when he does value his alone time. ]
Maybe they're for me and not you.
[ They're for Bakugou, but it doesn't matter. Midoriya pulls out a few more items, lining the counters with what he's going to make tonight. The comment makes it easier; he pulls out an assortment of things in the various bags, and then turns after he pulls out a cutting board. He's absolutely going to fuss over Bakugou but he knows how it feels to feel like he's useless. Best thing he can do is make sure Bakugou's not. ]
If you can cut everything I give you into bite-sized chunks it'll go faster than just me doing it.
[ It won't actually take that much time to do it himself, but if Bakugou's in here and not in the living room then he probably doesn't want to be alone so this is an easy fix. ]
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Date: 2018-11-24 12:26 am (UTC)In the meantime, Bakugou is discharged to his apartment, with the strict instructions of making certain he doesn't tear any stitches. For some reason the nurse from earlier levels a look at him, points, and tells him to make sure which okay, fine, that's valid but it's not like Bakugou's going to listen to him, not really.
They take a cab to Bakugou's place where Midoriya tells him he knows he's not going to follow any of the instructions but like, at least try? Maybe? He vanishes a few hours to get things like food and anything else that Bakugou doesn't have readily available, along with his laptop and a few other miscellaneous things from his apartment. On his way back he buys two more bags of groceries and supplies, so by the time he's back in Bakugou's apartment his arms are full and while he's not straining it's weird to feel like a piece of himself is missing. Maybe missing isn't the right word; it's not a bad feeling, but it feels like there's a thread, something connecting him to Bakugou. Did All Might feel this too, with him?
It's not something he can ask so he shoves it down and focuses on unpacking. Grocery bags are put in the kitchen and Midoriya tugs something else out of the bag - a massive, soft blanket which he casually drops on top of Bakugou's head on the way back into the kitchen. ]
I'm going to make dinner, do you want anything in particular? [ A pause, considering. ] I'm not making hot pockets for dinner, just so you know.
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Date: 2018-11-24 03:18 am (UTC)There’s actually no complaint when Midoriya hovers and finally refuses nothing short of staying over. He gets some alone time when Midoriya is gone, and it’s enough to recharge his social batteries, to walk around a bit and put things up he hadn’t before they left for the gala initially, to shower. It looks like his mom had come by at least once to clean briefly, check on things.
The top of his wild hair and his red eyes peer up over the back of the couch when Midoriya returns, watchful. He grunts when the blanket covers him, reaching up to yank it down... and kind of hug it to feel it for a moment or two. Soft. He dumps it beside him. Bigger fish—he’s like a child or maybe a cat, and pretty soon, he’s at the edge of the kitchen to see what all Midoriya had bought and is putting away. Curious.] Sucks.
I want some fucking curry bad.
[He moves further in, drawn by some weird force.] Do you want me to help with something or whatever? [He hates, like, standing around doing nothing, but he knows Midoriya is gonna try to baby him.] Third cabinet from the fridge. Stick it wherever.
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Date: 2018-11-24 03:43 am (UTC)Now that they're out and can eat food that's not squirreled in by their friends, he fully intends to exhaust the extent of his culinary skills in Bakugou's kitchen at least today, and then maybe tomorrow. He's not sure how long he needs to stick around but he doesn't want to actually bother Bakugou when he does value his alone time. ]
Maybe they're for me and not you.
[ They're for Bakugou, but it doesn't matter. Midoriya pulls out a few more items, lining the counters with what he's going to make tonight. The comment makes it easier; he pulls out an assortment of things in the various bags, and then turns after he pulls out a cutting board. He's absolutely going to fuss over Bakugou but he knows how it feels to feel like he's useless. Best thing he can do is make sure Bakugou's not. ]
If you can cut everything I give you into bite-sized chunks it'll go faster than just me doing it.
[ It won't actually take that much time to do it himself, but if Bakugou's in here and not in the living room then he probably doesn't want to be alone so this is an easy fix. ]
Which drawer has the big spoons?