Just forget it! Fuck! It's not important anymore! [He already got the pieces he needed to know. Dito didn't deal with boredom, but he had access to the internet somehow, and now he's got some inkling of Japan, so if he's bored and wants to dick around online and look up more information about the place he might come back do, he can!
Somehow that line of logic has been planted in his head in some form or another and if it ever lines up, boom, Bakugou's comment will make sense. Hindsight's 20/20. Or some shit like that. And no, he's not going to explain that thought process to Dito. Too long an answer and he doesn't give a shit enough.]
Magic doesn't exist and angels are just one name for something a lot of cultures think are real but don't have any real proof about. [As for the second question, Bakugou just gives Dito a weird look.] I'm not going to whatever realm you come from. I got shit to do here.
[He goes back to his boot, tugging the laces open and pulling it off with another subsequent toss. Dammit, the spear wasn't a "problem" to remove. It was not wanting him to drag the blade across the fucking surface of anything! Most people don't walk around with a giant ass polearm in modern society.]
Why the hell would I have to get through all that if you're there? You just tell them I'm with you and we fucking walk by. And don't bitch at me; I didn't know you were gonna show up with a spear and shorts.
If I'm there, I'm probably comfortable somewhere. I'm not going all the way outside just to let you in.
[ That's just a huge hassle. More of a hassle than figuring out how to get to Japan, apparently, though that was really more that he hates it there and likes to spend as little time there as possible. Still, Dito is incredibly lazy, so if he did invite someone over, there's a good chance they're just on their own until they find him. ]
And of course I'm going to bring my spear. You never know what the hell to expect in an unknown situation. It'd be stupid not to go prepared. Anyway...
[ Magic doesn't exist and angels aren't real? That gets him wondering if Bakugou actually believed any of the stuff they'd discussed, and why he'd talk about it for so long if he didn't. It's not his job to make people believe things, though, and he really, really doesn't want to talk or think about Five right now, so he just lets it go, moving on. ]
Didn't you want to come over to fuck me on a chair or... something? [ Something like that, anyway. ]
[At least Bakugou had the decency to give him an address and met him there to walk him inside and through the crap that goes with renting a hotel room. Another reason why he didn't want to invite Dito onto U.A. campus grounds. There'd be security issues as well and likely a denial because wft is this kid from another world doing?
Good to know he predicted this guy's dick move already and saved himself the trouble of going to Dito's place. Not that he'd want to if it meant meeting the bitch that shackled him.]
You're the "unknown situation" in this case. [As far as everyone in Bakugou's world would be concerned. Luckily the convention and cosplay thing is real, so... yeah. Plus heroes. Who's to say Dito didn't have a spear or transforming Quirk?
Bakugou would rather not talk about the Bitch either. Dito came here to get away from her. Which leads to the next part. Yeah, they did meet with the intent of fucking, but...]
We can, or if you wanna do something different, fine. [Dragging the guy here just to do what he always does? Hmph. He jerks a thumb over his shoulder.] Unless ya got a patience issue, I'm gonna grab a shower first. You wanna come?
[ For many various reasons, Five being a big one, but also just the hassle of getting in, and the fact that it is in the sea for some stupid reason. Dito would likely never actually invite anyone he didn't truly hate there. Even if that means he ends up getting invited elsewhere with the barest of information and no warning that it's fucking freezing and whatever the whole deal is with the weapon situation. Although he doesn't actually even own any pants, it still would've been nice to know.
At least the room is warmer, and he's pretty comfortable in his chair, especially after finding that it swivels and he can lazily sway it back and forth with a foot. ]
It's an unknown situation from my perspective. But whatever, I'm here now. I know... enough, I guess. [ Maybe? ] And I didn't come here to 'do something different'. I'm curious.
[ Mostly curious as to whether Bakugou actually intended to go through with it, which he's highly doubted since he agreed to meet. But even if he does, Dito's more than happy with that. Yes, it is 'what he always does', but there's a huge difference between it being the part of his job he literally hates the most and actually wanting to do it, and possibly even -gasp- enjoying himself. ]
[Whine more. It's not that fucking cold out and Dito wasn't standing in the snow long enough for his legs to go numb. Bakugou has no idea how long he was standing, because apparently the guy could just... be there, or something. But secretly he's glad he left immediately instead of waiting or else Dito'd be in a lot worse mood. And half frozen. If he was an idiot and stayed outside. But hey, how's he supposed to know if some otherworld person even gets bothered by cold?
Watching the guy swing around in the chair like some kid is a strange disconnect from knowing he's some kind of sex slave warrior with a perverted violent streak. Guess that's what happens when you're just... made instead of born naturally. Or whatever Dito mentioned way back there.]
Yeah, you didn't. But you got the chance now. If you want, say so. Or shut up and wait to get fucked.
[He's deliberately making Dito wait, just to see if the guy actually did want to take advantage of the opportunity. He said he could go around and do whatever he wanted while Five wasn't making him fuck her. But Bakugou has no idea what that "whatever he wanted" entailed. Whatever. Sex is gonna happen one way or another.]
Right. [With that, he heads for the bathroom, pulling his shirt up his torso as he goes and revealing a muscular back with visible definitions and two large puncture-wound scars on the back of his left shoulder and lower right side. The shower turns on with a husk in the bathroom and steam starts to drift from the door a while later.]
[ Dito has climbed snowy mountains and even gotten caught up in an avalanche or two, so he really only bitches about it on principle. You can't just not tell people it's snowing!
If swinging the chair makes him seem like a kid, it's probably best not to note that he can only reach the floor with a toe in the first place, and that's because he has shoes on. But they don't have swivel chairs back home, okay. And anyone could get caught up in that oddly comforting motion. They don't have to be a magical construct that was only created about two years ago. ]
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. [ He waves a hand dismissively. If he can think of anything else he wants to do, he's pretty sure he can do it whenever. It doesn't have to be right now. There is an almost zero chance they'll fuck and then he'll immediately dissolve into seafoam.
He's fine with waiting, too, as it's not like he's desperate, and Bakugou really has too much muscle to be his ideal type. Thankfully, he can overlook some things for the sake of a good time. He does find himself wondering what's with all the wounds, and he might even ask if he still remembers by the time Bakugou returns. For now, he busies himself with taking off his boots, gloves and other extra clothing to then spend his time inspecting the rest of the room in just his shorts and a light shirt. At some point, Bakugou may even hear the television over the shower, before Dito discovers the volume button and turns it down. ]
[Guess what he didn't tell Dito: It's snowing. The guy's not dead, so Bakugou's put it out of his mind as he strips down and gets into the shower. The hot water eases some of the tension in his back, shoulders, and neck. Dealing with the other guy's a fucking pain. He swears Dito's difficult on purpose.
Still a kid for spinning around in the chair. Even if almost everyone does it because why the fuck not. It's a good feeling, brings some of that childhood innocence back no matter how old you are. Unless dizziness is a problem. Bakugou pops the shampoo and pours some out. These tiny shitty bottles are a damn joke. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash slash fucking toothpaste for all he knows.
Is it because he feels dirty? Nah. He's washing because he wants to. Especially if he's gonna be screwing around with someone. Doesn't want to give Dito more opportunity to be difficult for no damn reason. Shampoo and conditioner done, a bar of soap follows. He's quick but thorough and it's less than ten minutes before the blonde returns from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist and steam still curling off his skin as he scuffs at his hair with a smaller towel.
Someone's found the remote for the damn television. Bakugou sets the towel around his neck, noticing Dito's stripped off most of his clothes. Looks like a fucking camper...]
[ Surprisingly, Dito isn't always a problem on purpose. He just has no reason or desire to filter himself because he doesn't care if people get close to him or not. In fact, he'd really just find it weird if anyone did. By the time Bakugou returns, Dito is standing by the bed, transfixed on the television. Not because he's ~amazed~ at the technology. He's actually seen this one a couple of times before (he just has no idea what it's called, hence his confusion earlier), so no one's going to get the whole 'omg how do the tiny people get in the box' ridiculousness today. No, he's just trying to figure out what is even going on in the stupid game show he'd managed to find. ]
No goddamn idea. Seems like some kind of contest, but they just keep stopping to talk, then run around... What even is the point of this?
[ Oh. Wait, Bakugou's back. That means he can go wash as well. It's not something he always does, but he's sure he smells like the sea, and if he's got the opportunity, he may as well wash that off. Tearing himself away from the television, he gives Bakugou a look. Muscles or not, he has to admit the guy is actually attractive, which he appreciates. ]
Anyway... I'll be right back.
[ Stepping away, he pulls off his shirt, tossing it toward the pile of everything else, then starts work on his shorts. For someone who fights as much as he does, he's oddly blemish-free besides a bite mark just above his right hip. Dropping the shorts before he even gets to the bathroom, he soon disappears inside. ]
[Bakugou thinks it's not a matter of filtering so much as it is just being annoying. Feels like Dito pushes a shitload of buttons, and the worst part is, he's not even sure the guy's doing it on purpose or not. Then again, given the whole "i'm a sex slave" thing, maybe that wasn't something he was trained in... Fucking excuse.
Thank god he doesn't get questions about the little people in a box, though he braced himself for it when he saw Dito watching the TV with his eyes doing their impression of slack-jawed mesmerism. Or, once he gets a look at what the other boy's watching, a run of confusion. Great, of all the channels, Dito had to land on one of these things.]
It's a game show. You're gonna miss the part where they try to fit through the walls.
[He rubs at the back of his ear with the towel, not bothered at all that Dito won't be around for the actual "reward" part of all that talk and running hither dither. Well, if he's gonna strip out of his shirt and shorts while staying near the bed, maybe he'll be around long enough to catch the first round. Multiple colored walls of wood, each with silhouette shapes cut out of them, with the contestants trying to match the poses and fit through them without getting knocked into the foam pit at the end of the track. It's as stupid as it sounds, but hey, Japanese games shows can get wacky.]
Right knob controls the cold water. Left controls the hot. Shower head's detachable.
[Noting Dito's lack of scars (is that a fucking bite mark?) Bakugou's left wondering if the guy has some kind of regenerative powers or if he's just that damn good of a warrior. Tch, at least he's getting a shower. Guess he'll sit here and wait to see if Dito gets soap in his eyes or something.]
[ Sometimes Dito does press buttons intentionally, mostly for entertainment purposes. But a lot of the time, that's just how he is, having no reason to be any other way. It is true that he wasn't trained to deal with people in any way besides stabbing them, but he could probably figure it out if he bothered to put in the effort. He simply doesn't care to.
Game shows... are clearly stupid. But he does pause at the mention of people fitting through walls, if only because he's picturing that in a completely different way than Bakugou means. At least he does stick around just long enough to catch it, leaving him highly disappointed and staring first at the television, then Bakugou as if both had deeply betrayed him.
So deceived, he just goes off to the shower, taking note of the instructions. ] ...put you through a wall... [ Despite the grumbling, of course he's not actually bothered by the stupid show. And yes, it's definitely a bite. The teeth marks within the bruise give that away. ]
Hey, what's with all these tiny bottles?
[ He asks this just before actually starting the shower, though, sooo that was dumb, as he can't hear anything anymore unless Bakugou cares enough to reply loudly. At least he recognizes the soap, or things could go badly.
However, he knows how to use soap, so nothing all that exciting or entertaining happens, sorry. He eventually leaves the bathroom as uneventfully as he'd gone in, towel around his waist, though he'd spent some extra time making sure he's dried as best as he could before emerging. ]
[If he's gonna be hanging around other people, that's a reason to at least try and be another way. Not that Bakugou's going to tell him to do that in any seriousness, what with his aggressive, loud attitude refusing to change for anyone else. Screw hurt feelings or not liking it. Does mean that there is a lot of clashing going on between him and other people. Tch, well anyone who gets scared off is no one he wanted to waste his time on anyways.
Game shows are very stupid and Bakugou's suggestion Dito wait only stems from a sarcastic want to make him witness the stupidity, since he sat through a few minutes of it anyways. Enjoy the memory forever, Nordick. The disappointed look he gets in return only earns a snirk in in amusement. Yeah, he knew what he just did.
Once Dito's off in the shower-] Fucking try it, prick. [He heard that. Pushing the thought of that bite mark out of the way, Bakugou does a quick sweep around the hotel room, bolting the doors, checking the mirrors, locking the windows, pulling the curtains shut, and making sure everything is fine.]
Fucking hell... Use them to wash off! Shampoo, conditioner, and body wash!
[At that volume, Dito's gonna hear him over the shower spray without a problem. He'll leave him to figure out the bar of soap himself. Satisfied with his check, Bakugou drops down on the bed, flops onto his back, and props himself up with his elbows as he flicks through the TV. When Dito emerges, he's watching the news, eyes narrowed on the report of a building fire. A number of heroes are seen rescuing people from the building, one using a rope-like Quirk, another turning his arms and back into an elongated slide from whatever floor to the ground, and another helping the firefighters via her multiple arms to direct the spray of water.]
[ Hanging around other people has never been part of Dito's plans. It just keeps happening, and hasn't yet really registered with him that it probably will keep happening as long as he keeps meeting people he can mostly tolerate. Once he does notice, however, there's still very little chance he'll do much about it. If people don't like him, he generally doesn't care.
And sometimes, it's simply just entertaining to mess with people, such as when he discovered how incredibly easy it is to get Bakugou worked up over the smallest things. So, yeah, he honestly deserves the whole bit of game show bamboozlement. Really, he deserves a lot more, but hopefully Bakugou doesn't ever actually realize that. ]
Why the hell would I drown? How stupid do you think I am?
[ Oh, and the game show is gone. In its place, there's something that seems marginally more interesting, and he continues walking over to drop onto the bed, watching closely to see how many bodies pile up from the incident on the screen. Sadly, the answer appears to be none. Betrayed yet again. ]
I don't know what this shit is, but it's boring as hell. You can't possibly be into this.
[On the one hand, good for Dito for not giving a shit whether people like him or thinking he has to change to suit someone else's "hurt feelings" bullcrap. Bakugou and he are cut from the same cloth in that regard. On the other hand, how much of this kid's brain's in his head versus in his damn spear?! Meeting people happens if you're gonna be out doing whatever the hell you want whenever the Bitch isn't making demands! Ugh!
No regrets at all for making Dito stick around for the stupid game show. Oh he already knows Short Stuff deserves a hell of a lot more than what he's given him. But defenestrating someone he's vowed to fuck into the wall isn't a good option. For now. Bakugou snorts at the rhetorical question.]
Very. [Very stupid. You asked.] Tch-!
[Of course he'd have that to say when he watches the news. Bakugou's teeth bare slightly and he furrows his brows in a hard scowl.]
It's the fucking news! They're broadcasting it live right now, idiot. [Not some movie. Those are real people getting saved. Which makes Dito's response even more irksome and raises a lot more questions about this kid's mental state.] I'm guessing if you came across a burning building, you'd throw more fire on it.
[ Meeting people isn't the part Dito doesn't expect! It's the part where some of those people actually turn out not to be completely stupid, annoying, gross, or basically hateworthy. And the bit where they actually appear to like talking to him? That's surprising. Hey, he knows who he is.
As soon as he'd asked the question regarding his level of intelligence, he expected some kind of snarky answer, so he's not all that shocked to receive one. He just smiles an entirely mirthless smile at it, easily getting caught up in the weirdness on the television. Depending on why the building is on fire in the first place, maybe those people deserved to burn. Would he really throw more fire onto it if he were there? Again, depends on why it's on fire in the first place. ]
If I came across a burning building, I'd just leave. If I didn't start it, obviously it doesn't have shit to do with me, so why would I stick around and risk getting burned?
[ Look, that's just good sense. Dealing with a sociopath? Well... yeah. One with a big sadistic streak and no moral compass at all. There's no way that's suddenly news. ]
That's probably something you'd do. Go running in there. But you know, maybe it's on fire for a reason.
[Can always keep his mouth shut and pretend he's some cherub statue. Get some admiring looks and nothing else. Hah. Bakugou's not really one to talk about that, considering his aggressive personality, which someone in his class likened to a steamed shit. Much to his explosive ire right afterwards.
Bakugou has already figured out that Dito has a strange violent streak, though he's chalked that up to the guy being a warrior for some dominatrix bitch with a sex issue. He can't say for sure that streak is due to outright malicious villainy, or if it's simply the destructive nature of a child who doesn't know what the consequences of right and wrong are on other people. Then again, Dito could just be afflicted with a gory fetish...]
So you're not running around deliberately cutting people up.
[Well, in the example given, burning people up, but given Dito spear and previous comments, he thinks the cutting part would be more up the younger boy's style. Wary of him, Bakugou still wants to explore, get a feel for who Dito is and what he's actually dealing with. If he's not a villain, but just rather... fucked up, that'd be better.
A lack of a moral compass doesn't mean someone's evil or malicious on purpose. It just means naivety.]
Not for the reason you think. [Bakugou nods towards the TV again, where the camera has shifted to a woman dressed in what looks like a firefighter's suit, but it's blackened and smoking. Instead of a water hose, the damaged remains of wrist-mounted flamethrowers are being pried off her forearms by some of the police, while another hero stands nearby, holding the rest of her propane-tank gear.]
She started the fire. [In her words, she only wanted to burn her ex-boyfriend's apartment down. Like she didn't realize the apartment was connected to a fucking apartment building.]
[ Dito certainly wouldn't call himself a villain, but that's mostly because in his world there are no such things as villains or heroes. There's your side and the other guy's side. Whoever wins is whoever's right. As far as he's ever seen it, anyway. It is highly likely his personality is his own, without too much external influence. In fact, Five regularly changes it to suit her, which sometimes even results in him being disturbingly cutesy against his will. Even when she doesn't make him say things or act completely out of the ordinary, she tends to... tone him down a bit so that he can never actually be outright hostile to her. Maybe that's why when he has full control over his own face, it usually ends up in some stage of annoyance or disinterest.
Really, most of his tendencies just end up being displayed when he's in battle with their enemies, however it is they've become so. Probably something Five did. ]
I don't have any reason to go around randomly cutting people up. I mean if they piss me off that's one thing...
[ Then they're just asking for it. Much like, apparently, whoever this chick on the television's ex-boyfriend is. That is his first thought when she's pointed out, and he actually pays a bit of attention to see what's going on now. ]
Sounds like someone shouldn't have crossed her.
[ As for the other apartments' occupants? Okay, maybe they didn't deserve it. He still wouldn't bother helping them. If they can't get out, that's a them problem, not a Dito problem. ]
[Essentially that's true in any world. Hero and villain are merely labels that the other side applies to people who don't go in agreement with their ways. As All for One once stated, a villain is also someone's hero. Bakugou acknowledges the idea of might makes right, but there's this thing called society? He prefers it to fucking anarchy.
... Five is fucking gross. Even if Dito's got attitude and sadistic issues, Bakugou would still called Five the goddamn villain for treating her disciple like that. And that anger wouldn't be out of pity for Dito, but out of disgust for how Five treats him. He doesn't know a lot of what goes on in Dito's life, but even the small bit he knows makes Bakugou hold Five responsible for being a fucking bitch.
As long as Dito's fighting the bad guys... There's a brief moment of relaxation, accepting the idea Dito's not just wandering around stabbing people. And then the brat goes and ruins it by painting himself as fucking willy nilly stabber based on his own damn flippant temper.]
Keep that in your own realm.
[Bakugou won't tell Dito what to do if he's back in wherever he came from, but going around stabbing people in Japan just cause they piss you off? Yeah. That's villain territory. Or at least asking for police involvement. Best if he can try to curb him here and now about that. Hey, Dito's the one that bitched at Bakugou earlier about not telling him all "the rules" of Japan, right?]
Unless he broke up with her cause he recognized she's a psycho bitch.
[That's called dodging a bullet and getting out before something bad happens. Even then, she has no right to go torching everyone else's homes just cause she got butthurt.]
[ It's a good thing Bakugou has already decided never to visit Midgard, then. It's not exactly anarchy, but the Intoners split up the land and they rule it all. From what he's said of Five, that would probably be a pretty good indication that it's not a great vacation spot, if Bakugou ever did reconsider going there.
Oddly, Dito wouldn't call Five a villain either, mostly for the same reason he wouldn't give himself that label. She's just living the way she knows how. It just turns out to be absolutely horrible for him. Still, he'd rather not have anyone pity him. He doesn't even see a need for it. He's a Disciple. It would be nice to maybe try serving another Intoner, but for the most part he just sees it as a really, really, really annoying part of his life.
And at least he's able to get away sometimes, even if he ends up in a hotel watching irritatingly stupid game shows and this... news thing. Or, not watching, really. Not now that he flops back and folds his arms under his head, closing his eyes. He's not sleeping or anything, of course, but the only other option is to stare at the ceiling, and that's also stupid. ]
Yeah, yeah, don't worry.
[ Okay, so the reminder is warranted. Though he's pretty sure he can take the police in a fight, it does seem like a hassle. And he actually might consider visiting again sometime, depending on how this one goes. He waves off the warning anyway, as if it's unnecessary. ]
Huh, so maybe the two of them should've just taken it to some battleground and fought it out. I don't know. I don't know how relationships end. Never been in one.
[Yeah, he'll be staying in his own world, thanks. Perhaps the labels of heroes and villains don't really work in a place that has its morals decided by a few individuals. But coming from the world Bakugou does, Five certainly fits within the label. Abusing someone just for the sake of abusing them, including mental/emotional manipulation, rape, exploitation, slavery, it's fucking disgusting. If she doesn't "understand" that, then she's fucking mental and shouldn't be in charge of another living person in the first damn place!
Maybe challenging Dito to come here had initially been with the intent of fucking. Now it's more a middle finger to Five. Whether they fuck or not, it's some time Dito can spend away from her and not deal with her bullshit.
As the other boy drops onto his back and looks up at the ceiling, Bakugou flips through a few more channels before turning the television off. Seen enough of that. Dito would probably end up falling asleep if he focused more on the television than him. And television's not why Bakugou got the room.]
There's a fucking surprise.
[Dito in a relationship? Even the short time knowing him makes the idea laughable. Plus Bakugou doesn't really like the idea of "a relationship" anyways. Too much a hassle and he's busy with other things in his life.]
[ Dito couldn't imagine himself in a "relationship" either. Not only does he not get the point, but they seem like a lot of unnecessary work, and he'd apparently have to care about someone else, which is just completely inconceivable. At least he knows how to get out of one. The answer is obviously "fight to the death so your ex doesn't try to burn your apartment down".
He looks up at the sudden request, then gives Bakugou a questioning look. See what now? ]
Injury?
[ Literally the only mark on his body? Yeah, probably that. Dito doesn't count it as an injury, and has mostly forgotten it's even there despite it being made relatively recently, so it took him a second. ]
Why do you want to see that?
[ That's confusing. It's not that interesting, being mostly a teeth-shaped bruise, fairly new, though the actual bite imprints already faded away hours ago. Hopefully the rest of it will be heading that way sooner than later. Of all the things to want to see.
But he has no reason to refuse, rolling over onto his stomach and pushing the towel down to expose his hip (and part of his ass, because why bother being all shy and careful about it?). ]
[They're definitely a lot of work. Unnecessary is arguable. Bakugou finds the fluff and sappy crap people put into a relationship a pain in the damn ass. Having to share his life with someone else, time, schedule, energy, resources, has never been big allure for him. But he's young, has focused most of said young life on becoming a hero. Relationships are something to think about later. Or get railroaded by without his consent or preparation...
Seriously? Bakugou gives Dito a dry look.]
Someone took a fucking chomp out of you; how do you miss that?
[Granted it's not gushing blood or anything and who the fuck knows if maybe it's some Nordic marking that's supposed to be there. But he saw it. Don't make him grab and yank the damn towel off. Cause he will if he has to.]
Just do it.
[He doesn't have to (want to) explain why he gives a shit! Luckily Dito doesn't protest further and Bakugou turns around on the bed to sit crosslegged beside him while the other boy tugs his towel down enough to show it. He rests his fingers on the bruised skin, careful and explorative, brushing at what probably used to be indentation. Skin's not broken, not bleeding, only discolored, and he's pretty sure Dito either doesn't feel the tenderness of the injury or isn't showing he does. Guess he'll favor this side tonight. Just a little.
Bakugou spreads his fingers, sliding them from the bruise to the small of Dito's back before pressing down in a firm massage.]
[ Dito would really just find all the fluff and sap nauseating. He honestly can't imagine how anyone puts up with it. Thankfully it's not likely something he'll ever have to deal with. Even people who can put up with him will probably need a break at some point, and certainly no one will ever want to get that close to him.
The look he's given is returned with one of confusion, because what did he do now!? It's not bloody or even painful, so it's not an injury! Or at least, he must be justified in not immediately thinking of it as such. At least he did get it pretty quickly. ]
Yeah. Well. It happens.
[ With a shrug, he then folds his arms and rests his head on them, letting Bakugou poke and do whatever it is he wants to do, still perplexed over the whole thing. There really isn't any pain that he can't handle, and by the time he does start to feel he'd rather the prodding stop, it does without him having to say anything. Lucky. ]
I guess. I don't stay marked up for long because - [ With a deep frown, he just flat out refuses to say anything about his Intoner or her preferences. Even just that thought annoys him. ]
What the hell are you doing now?
[ It's... not a bad feeling, but why is it happening, and what does it have to do with how fast he heals? Should he be concerned? ]
[Something they can also agree on. Bakugou at least sees how some people would like it, but those people are fucking weird and he doesn't want compatibility with them. Definitely understands the notion of people wanting a Dito-break after the things this guy says and does. He's prickly in different kind of ways than Bakugou is.
IT'S A FUCKING INJURY EVEN IF IT'S SMALL, DAMMIT!! That's just how biology works! Granted he'll give Dito the silent credit of not thinking the thing was an injury. At least not one he should be concerned about. Same as Bakugou will try to walk off a broken leg and claim he's fine and can handle it if it means not appearing weak to someone with him. Stubborn pride to a stupid fault.]
You normally fight things that bite you?
[Maybe he shouldn't be asking questions about this. He doesn't prod enough to aggravate the bruise, showing some obvious knowledge about how to handle an injury. But since it's not a problem, guess he'll move onto something else. Since Dito's lying here with that stupid towel provocatively resting right shy under the curve of his ass. Bakugou works on the spread of his back muscles, radiating from his spine outward towards his obliques in firm, measured motions.
[Bakugou understands immediately what Dito had been about to say regarding the Bitch and his healing. More than happy not to give her any fucking second of their time because fuck you, Bitch.
The only remaining problem is Bakugou's split on how to proceed. On the one hand, he doesn't want to order Dito around in bed, since he's assuming that's how the Bitch does it. On the other hand, he doesn't want Dito thinking he's weak or pitying him by straight up surrendering control to the spearsman.]
Yeah, I do. Well, they try. I'm usually pretty good at avoiding it. Midgard is a dangerous place, you know.
[ Which is exactly why it seems like the most ridiculous idea to go literally anywhere without a weapon. Although, yes, he has learned to maybe ask or something next time he's invited someplace unfamiliar. It appears that Bakugou is heading down a track of expecting that the "injury" was made by some kind of creature, and Dito doesn't even have to lie when he answers, though the monsters he usually finds himself up against are much, much too large to make that mark. Still, hopefully his answer is enough to just leave it there. Since the poking at it moves on, he already starts putting it out of mind again, instead focusing on the suspiciously timed "massage".
He knows what a massage is. But of course he's tense, that being a general thing with him, but also it just sort of came out of nowhere, accompanying a random notice of how fast he heals. Naturally he's going to wonder how these things go together, and there doesn't appear to be any good way for that to work out. As Bakugou continues, however, he does start to relax, realizing that maybe he was overthinking a bit. And it is pretty nice. Really nice, actually. No, he's not going to say so, instead just confirming with some kind of noise that sounds something like a quiet "...oh."
It is kind of comfortable, and he might even fall asleep, but the next question mostly brings him back. ]
I'm leaving it to you.
[ And it receives a quick and easy answer. He has no problem with letting his preference be known, whether it makes him look weak or not. And he really doesn't mind if something happens that's happened at home as well. To him, it just demonstrates that there are situations in which something he hated could be done properly, in a way he can enjoy it. That is always a positive.
...He's also very lazy. Leave as little up to him as possible, please. ]
Right, because you normally walk around with a spear attached to your hip in a peaceful place.
[Totally a stylistic choice, not out of necessity or anything. It makes sense why Dito would carry a spear in that case. Most heroes don't exactly wander out unarmed either, though their Quirks make it nigh-impossible to anyways. Bakugou may be a loud asshole, but he's not stupid and is pretty insightful, ironically. Not wanting to bring this time down any more than it has to, he skips past that potential issue and focuses on getting his hands on Dito. They met up for a certain reason after all.
Hey, it's not suspiciously timed! It's called changing course! Dito's lying there looking like a damn pillow princess and Bakugou's not about to straight up go down on him right away. At least not until he made sure he wasn't going to aggravate a previous injury.
Considering his Quirk and his heroics, Bakugou's all too aware of what a good massage can do for someone. Dito could serve to loosen up despite the way he carries himself as a smug, snarky bastard. Hearing that soft noise is as good as agreement for him and the blonde proceeds further up, working around Dito's middle back. Fingers, palms, and the heels of his hands put the most work in, alternating pressure and sliding motions to reach muscles and sinew in a quiet, thorough touch.
There's the answer to his question. Bakugou's no one to second guess himself or others, expecting them to think it over and give him an answer, quick and final. Their choice, his acceptance, move forward. He doesn't have time for people who change their minds or dawdle over options. So Dito's choice is good. Quick and final. Means Bakugou can go forward without doubts.
No, doesn't make Dito look weak. Contrary, it tells the blonde what the guy wants and that's good for him. Ironically that's a fairly mature outlook from the smaller boy. If Bakugou could read his mind. And no, he doesn't want to. (He's giving Dito the benefit of the doubt in the lazy category... prick.) With an easy tug, he pulls the towel off from Dito's waist and moves to straddle his thighs, giving himself a better vantage point to work the massage over his back.]
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Date: 8/26/23 03:14 (UTC)Somehow that line of logic has been planted in his head in some form or another and if it ever lines up, boom, Bakugou's comment will make sense. Hindsight's 20/20. Or some shit like that. And no, he's not going to explain that thought process to Dito. Too long an answer and he doesn't give a shit enough.]
Magic doesn't exist and angels are just one name for something a lot of cultures think are real but don't have any real proof about. [As for the second question, Bakugou just gives Dito a weird look.] I'm not going to whatever realm you come from. I got shit to do here.
[He goes back to his boot, tugging the laces open and pulling it off with another subsequent toss. Dammit, the spear wasn't a "problem" to remove. It was not wanting him to drag the blade across the fucking surface of anything! Most people don't walk around with a giant ass polearm in modern society.]
Why the hell would I have to get through all that if you're there? You just tell them I'm with you and we fucking walk by. And don't bitch at me; I didn't know you were gonna show up with a spear and shorts.
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Date: 8/26/23 03:42 (UTC)[ That's just a huge hassle. More of a hassle than figuring out how to get to Japan, apparently, though that was really more that he hates it there and likes to spend as little time there as possible. Still, Dito is incredibly lazy, so if he did invite someone over, there's a good chance they're just on their own until they find him. ]
And of course I'm going to bring my spear. You never know what the hell to expect in an unknown situation. It'd be stupid not to go prepared. Anyway...
[ Magic doesn't exist and angels aren't real? That gets him wondering if Bakugou actually believed any of the stuff they'd discussed, and why he'd talk about it for so long if he didn't. It's not his job to make people believe things, though, and he really, really doesn't want to talk or think about Five right now, so he just lets it go, moving on. ]
Didn't you want to come over to fuck me on a chair or... something?
[ Something like that, anyway. ]
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Date: 8/26/23 03:53 (UTC)[At least Bakugou had the decency to give him an address and met him there to walk him inside and through the crap that goes with renting a hotel room. Another reason why he didn't want to invite Dito onto U.A. campus grounds. There'd be security issues as well and likely a denial because wft is this kid from another world doing?
Good to know he predicted this guy's dick move already and saved himself the trouble of going to Dito's place. Not that he'd want to if it meant meeting the bitch that shackled him.]
You're the "unknown situation" in this case. [As far as everyone in Bakugou's world would be concerned. Luckily the convention and cosplay thing is real, so... yeah. Plus heroes. Who's to say Dito didn't have a spear or transforming Quirk?
Bakugou would rather not talk about the Bitch either. Dito came here to get away from her. Which leads to the next part. Yeah, they did meet with the intent of fucking, but...]
We can, or if you wanna do something different, fine. [Dragging the guy here just to do what he always does? Hmph. He jerks a thumb over his shoulder.] Unless ya got a patience issue, I'm gonna grab a shower first. You wanna come?
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Date: 8/26/23 04:49 (UTC)[ For many various reasons, Five being a big one, but also just the hassle of getting in, and the fact that it is in the sea for some stupid reason.
Dito would likely never actually invite anyone he didn't truly hate there. Even if that means he ends up getting invited elsewhere with the barest of information and no warning that it's fucking freezing and whatever the whole deal is with the weapon situation. Although he doesn't actually even own any pants, it still would've been nice to know.
At least the room is warmer, and he's pretty comfortable in his chair, especially after finding that it swivels and he can lazily sway it back and forth with a foot. ]
It's an unknown situation from my perspective. But whatever, I'm here now. I know... enough, I guess. [ Maybe? ] And I didn't come here to 'do something different'. I'm curious.
[ Mostly curious as to whether Bakugou actually intended to go through with it, which he's highly doubted since he agreed to meet. But even if he does, Dito's more than happy with that. Yes, it is 'what he always does', but there's a huge difference between it being the part of his job he literally hates the most and actually wanting to do it, and possibly even -gasp- enjoying himself. ]
Uh, but nah, I can wait. Just don't take forever.
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Date: 8/26/23 05:00 (UTC)[Whine more. It's not that fucking cold out and Dito wasn't standing in the snow long enough for his legs to go numb. Bakugou has no idea how long he was standing, because apparently the guy could just... be there, or something. But secretly he's glad he left immediately instead of waiting or else Dito'd be in a lot worse mood. And half frozen. If he was an idiot and stayed outside. But hey, how's he supposed to know if some otherworld person even gets bothered by cold?
Watching the guy swing around in the chair like some kid is a strange disconnect from knowing he's some kind of sex slave warrior with a perverted violent streak. Guess that's what happens when you're just... made instead of born naturally. Or whatever Dito mentioned way back there.]
Yeah, you didn't. But you got the chance now. If you want, say so. Or shut up and wait to get fucked.
[He's deliberately making Dito wait, just to see if the guy actually did want to take advantage of the opportunity. He said he could go around and do whatever he wanted while Five wasn't making him fuck her. But Bakugou has no idea what that "whatever he wanted" entailed. Whatever. Sex is gonna happen one way or another.]
Right. [With that, he heads for the bathroom, pulling his shirt up his torso as he goes and revealing a muscular back with visible definitions and two large puncture-wound scars on the back of his left shoulder and lower right side. The shower turns on with a husk in the bathroom and steam starts to drift from the door a while later.]
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Date: 8/26/23 06:01 (UTC)If swinging the chair makes him seem like a kid, it's probably best not to note that he can only reach the floor with a toe in the first place, and that's because he has shoes on. But they don't have swivel chairs back home, okay. And anyone could get caught up in that oddly comforting motion. They don't have to be a magical construct that was only created about two years ago. ]
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. [ He waves a hand dismissively. If he can think of anything else he wants to do, he's pretty sure he can do it whenever. It doesn't have to be right now. There is an almost zero chance they'll fuck and then he'll immediately dissolve into seafoam.
He's fine with waiting, too, as it's not like he's desperate, and Bakugou really has too much muscle to be his ideal type. Thankfully, he can overlook some things for the sake of a good time. He does find himself wondering what's with all the wounds, and he might even ask if he still remembers by the time Bakugou returns. For now, he busies himself with taking off his boots, gloves and other extra clothing to then spend his time inspecting the rest of the room in just his shorts and a light shirt. At some point, Bakugou may even hear the television over the shower, before Dito discovers the volume button and turns it down. ]
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Date: 8/27/23 02:33 (UTC)Still a kid for spinning around in the chair. Even if almost everyone does it because why the fuck not. It's a good feeling, brings some of that childhood innocence back no matter how old you are. Unless dizziness is a problem. Bakugou pops the shampoo and pours some out. These tiny shitty bottles are a damn joke. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash slash fucking toothpaste for all he knows.
Is it because he feels dirty? Nah. He's washing because he wants to. Especially if he's gonna be screwing around with someone. Doesn't want to give Dito more opportunity to be difficult for no damn reason. Shampoo and conditioner done, a bar of soap follows. He's quick but thorough and it's less than ten minutes before the blonde returns from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist and steam still curling off his skin as he scuffs at his hair with a smaller towel.
Someone's found the remote for the damn television. Bakugou sets the towel around his neck, noticing Dito's stripped off most of his clothes. Looks like a fucking camper...]
The hell are you watching?
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Date: 8/27/23 03:52 (UTC)By the time Bakugou returns, Dito is standing by the bed, transfixed on the television. Not because he's ~amazed~ at the technology. He's actually seen this one a couple of times before (he just has no idea what it's called, hence his confusion earlier), so no one's going to get the whole 'omg how do the tiny people get in the box' ridiculousness today. No, he's just trying to figure out what is even going on in the stupid game show he'd managed to find. ]
No goddamn idea. Seems like some kind of contest, but they just keep stopping to talk, then run around... What even is the point of this?
[ Oh. Wait, Bakugou's back. That means he can go wash as well. It's not something he always does, but he's sure he smells like the sea, and if he's got the opportunity, he may as well wash that off. Tearing himself away from the television, he gives Bakugou a look. Muscles or not, he has to admit the guy is actually attractive, which he appreciates. ]
Anyway... I'll be right back.
[ Stepping away, he pulls off his shirt, tossing it toward the pile of everything else, then starts work on his shorts. For someone who fights as much as he does, he's oddly blemish-free besides a bite mark just above his right hip. Dropping the shorts before he even gets to the bathroom, he soon disappears inside. ]
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Date: 8/27/23 04:27 (UTC)Thank god he doesn't get questions about the little people in a box, though he braced himself for it when he saw Dito watching the TV with his eyes doing their impression of slack-jawed mesmerism. Or, once he gets a look at what the other boy's watching, a run of confusion. Great, of all the channels, Dito had to land on one of these things.]
It's a game show. You're gonna miss the part where they try to fit through the walls.
[He rubs at the back of his ear with the towel, not bothered at all that Dito won't be around for the actual "reward" part of all that talk and running hither dither. Well, if he's gonna strip out of his shirt and shorts while staying near the bed, maybe he'll be around long enough to catch the first round. Multiple colored walls of wood, each with silhouette shapes cut out of them, with the contestants trying to match the poses and fit through them without getting knocked into the foam pit at the end of the track. It's as stupid as it sounds, but hey, Japanese games shows can get wacky.]
Right knob controls the cold water. Left controls the hot. Shower head's detachable.
[Noting Dito's lack of scars (is that a fucking bite mark?) Bakugou's left wondering if the guy has some kind of regenerative powers or if he's just that damn good of a warrior. Tch, at least he's getting a shower. Guess he'll sit here and wait to see if Dito gets soap in his eyes or something.]
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Date: 8/27/23 05:26 (UTC)Game shows... are clearly stupid. But he does pause at the mention of people fitting through walls, if only because he's picturing that in a completely different way than Bakugou means. At least he does stick around just long enough to catch it, leaving him highly disappointed and staring first at the television, then Bakugou as if both had deeply betrayed him.
So deceived, he just goes off to the shower, taking note of the instructions. ] ...put you through a wall... [ Despite the grumbling, of course he's not actually bothered by the stupid show. And yes, it's definitely a bite. The teeth marks within the bruise give that away. ]
Hey, what's with all these tiny bottles?
[ He asks this just before actually starting the shower, though, sooo that was dumb, as he can't hear anything anymore unless Bakugou cares enough to reply loudly. At least he recognizes the soap, or things could go badly.
However, he knows how to use soap, so nothing all that exciting or entertaining happens, sorry. He eventually leaves the bathroom as uneventfully as he'd gone in, towel around his waist, though he'd spent some extra time making sure he's dried as best as he could before emerging. ]
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Date: 8/27/23 18:15 (UTC)Game shows are very stupid and Bakugou's suggestion Dito wait only stems from a sarcastic want to make him witness the stupidity, since he sat through a few minutes of it anyways. Enjoy the memory forever, Nordick. The disappointed look he gets in return only earns a snirk in in amusement. Yeah, he knew what he just did.
Once Dito's off in the shower-] Fucking try it, prick. [He heard that. Pushing the thought of that bite mark out of the way, Bakugou does a quick sweep around the hotel room, bolting the doors, checking the mirrors, locking the windows, pulling the curtains shut, and making sure everything is fine.]
Fucking hell... Use them to wash off! Shampoo, conditioner, and body wash!
[At that volume, Dito's gonna hear him over the shower spray without a problem. He'll leave him to figure out the bar of soap himself. Satisfied with his check, Bakugou drops down on the bed, flops onto his back, and props himself up with his elbows as he flicks through the TV. When Dito emerges, he's watching the news, eyes narrowed on the report of a building fire. A number of heroes are seen rescuing people from the building, one using a rope-like Quirk, another turning his arms and back into an elongated slide from whatever floor to the ground, and another helping the firefighters via her multiple arms to direct the spray of water.]
You didn't drown.
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Date: 8/28/23 06:43 (UTC)And sometimes, it's simply just entertaining to mess with people, such as when he discovered how incredibly easy it is to get Bakugou worked up over the smallest things. So, yeah, he honestly deserves the whole bit of game show bamboozlement. Really, he deserves a lot more, but hopefully Bakugou doesn't ever actually realize that. ]
Why the hell would I drown? How stupid do you think I am?
[ Oh, and the game show is gone. In its place, there's something that seems marginally more interesting, and he continues walking over to drop onto the bed, watching closely to see how many bodies pile up from the incident on the screen. Sadly, the answer appears to be none. Betrayed yet again. ]
I don't know what this shit is, but it's boring as hell. You can't possibly be into this.
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Date: 8/28/23 20:14 (UTC)No regrets at all for making Dito stick around for the stupid game show. Oh he already knows Short Stuff deserves a hell of a lot more than what he's given him. But defenestrating someone he's vowed to fuck into the wall isn't a good option. For now. Bakugou snorts at the rhetorical question.]
Very. [Very stupid. You asked.] Tch-!
[Of course he'd have that to say when he watches the news. Bakugou's teeth bare slightly and he furrows his brows in a hard scowl.]
It's the fucking news! They're broadcasting it live right now, idiot. [Not some movie. Those are real people getting saved. Which makes Dito's response even more irksome and raises a lot more questions about this kid's mental state.] I'm guessing if you came across a burning building, you'd throw more fire on it.
[He's dealing with a fucking sociopath...]
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Date: 8/28/23 22:35 (UTC)As soon as he'd asked the question regarding his level of intelligence, he expected some kind of snarky answer, so he's not all that shocked to receive one. He just smiles an entirely mirthless smile at it, easily getting caught up in the weirdness on the television. Depending on why the building is on fire in the first place, maybe those people deserved to burn. Would he really throw more fire onto it if he were there? Again, depends on why it's on fire in the first place. ]
If I came across a burning building, I'd just leave. If I didn't start it, obviously it doesn't have shit to do with me, so why would I stick around and risk getting burned?
[ Look, that's just good sense. Dealing with a sociopath? Well... yeah. One with a big sadistic streak and no moral compass at all. There's no way that's suddenly news. ]
That's probably something you'd do. Go running in there. But you know, maybe it's on fire for a reason.
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Date: 8/29/23 00:34 (UTC)Bakugou has already figured out that Dito has a strange violent streak, though he's chalked that up to the guy being a warrior for some dominatrix bitch with a sex issue. He can't say for sure that streak is due to outright malicious villainy, or if it's simply the destructive nature of a child who doesn't know what the consequences of right and wrong are on other people. Then again, Dito could just be afflicted with a gory fetish...]
So you're not running around deliberately cutting people up.
[Well, in the example given, burning people up, but given Dito spear and previous comments, he thinks the cutting part would be more up the younger boy's style. Wary of him, Bakugou still wants to explore, get a feel for who Dito is and what he's actually dealing with. If he's not a villain, but just rather... fucked up, that'd be better.
A lack of a moral compass doesn't mean someone's evil or malicious on purpose. It just means naivety.]
Not for the reason you think. [Bakugou nods towards the TV again, where the camera has shifted to a woman dressed in what looks like a firefighter's suit, but it's blackened and smoking. Instead of a water hose, the damaged remains of wrist-mounted flamethrowers are being pried off her forearms by some of the police, while another hero stands nearby, holding the rest of her propane-tank gear.]
She started the fire. [In her words, she only wanted to burn her ex-boyfriend's apartment down. Like she didn't realize the apartment was connected to a fucking apartment building.]
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Date: 8/29/23 01:04 (UTC)It is highly likely his personality is his own, without too much external influence. In fact, Five regularly changes it to suit her, which sometimes even results in him being disturbingly cutesy against his will. Even when she doesn't make him say things or act completely out of the ordinary, she tends to... tone him down a bit so that he can never actually be outright hostile to her. Maybe that's why when he has full control over his own face, it usually ends up in some stage of annoyance or disinterest.
Really, most of his tendencies just end up being displayed when he's in battle with their enemies, however it is they've become so. Probably something Five did. ]
I don't have any reason to go around randomly cutting people up. I mean if they piss me off that's one thing...
[ Then they're just asking for it. Much like, apparently, whoever this chick on the television's ex-boyfriend is. That is his first thought when she's pointed out, and he actually pays a bit of attention to see what's going on now. ]
Sounds like someone shouldn't have crossed her.
[ As for the other apartments' occupants? Okay, maybe they didn't deserve it. He still wouldn't bother helping them. If they can't get out, that's a them problem, not a Dito problem. ]
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Date: 8/29/23 02:13 (UTC)... Five is fucking gross. Even if Dito's got attitude and sadistic issues, Bakugou would still called Five the goddamn villain for treating her disciple like that. And that anger wouldn't be out of pity for Dito, but out of disgust for how Five treats him. He doesn't know a lot of what goes on in Dito's life, but even the small bit he knows makes Bakugou hold Five responsible for being a fucking bitch.
As long as Dito's fighting the bad guys... There's a brief moment of relaxation, accepting the idea Dito's not just wandering around stabbing people. And then the brat goes and ruins it by painting himself as fucking willy nilly stabber based on his own damn flippant temper.]
Keep that in your own realm.
[Bakugou won't tell Dito what to do if he's back in wherever he came from, but going around stabbing people in Japan just cause they piss you off? Yeah. That's villain territory. Or at least asking for police involvement. Best if he can try to curb him here and now about that. Hey, Dito's the one that bitched at Bakugou earlier about not telling him all "the rules" of Japan, right?]
Unless he broke up with her cause he recognized she's a psycho bitch.
[That's called dodging a bullet and getting out before something bad happens. Even then, she has no right to go torching everyone else's homes just cause she got butthurt.]
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Date: 8/29/23 09:07 (UTC)Oddly, Dito wouldn't call Five a villain either, mostly for the same reason he wouldn't give himself that label. She's just living the way she knows how. It just turns out to be absolutely horrible for him. Still, he'd rather not have anyone pity him. He doesn't even see a need for it. He's a Disciple. It would be nice to maybe try serving another Intoner, but for the most part he just sees it as a really, really, really annoying part of his life.
And at least he's able to get away sometimes, even if he ends up in a hotel watching irritatingly stupid game shows and this... news thing. Or, not watching, really. Not now that he flops back and folds his arms under his head, closing his eyes. He's not sleeping or anything, of course, but the only other option is to stare at the ceiling, and that's also stupid. ]
Yeah, yeah, don't worry.
[ Okay, so the reminder is warranted. Though he's pretty sure he can take the police in a fight, it does seem like a hassle. And he actually might consider visiting again sometime, depending on how this one goes. He waves off the warning anyway, as if it's unnecessary. ]
Huh, so maybe the two of them should've just taken it to some battleground and fought it out. I don't know. I don't know how relationships end. Never been in one.
[ A SHOCKING REVELATION. ]
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Date: 8/30/23 00:12 (UTC)Maybe challenging Dito to come here had initially been with the intent of fucking. Now it's more a middle finger to Five. Whether they fuck or not, it's some time Dito can spend away from her and not deal with her bullshit.
As the other boy drops onto his back and looks up at the ceiling, Bakugou flips through a few more channels before turning the television off. Seen enough of that. Dito would probably end up falling asleep if he focused more on the television than him. And television's not why Bakugou got the room.]
There's a fucking surprise.
[Dito in a relationship? Even the short time knowing him makes the idea laughable. Plus Bakugou doesn't really like the idea of "a relationship" anyways. Too much a hassle and he's busy with other things in his life.]
Let me see your injury.
[The bite mark.]
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Date: 8/30/23 11:01 (UTC)He looks up at the sudden request, then gives Bakugou a questioning look. See what now? ]
Injury?
[ Literally the only mark on his body? Yeah, probably that. Dito doesn't count it as an injury, and has mostly forgotten it's even there despite it being made relatively recently, so it took him a second. ]
Why do you want to see that?
[ That's confusing. It's not that interesting, being mostly a teeth-shaped bruise, fairly new, though the actual bite imprints already faded away hours ago. Hopefully the rest of it will be heading that way sooner than later. Of all the things to want to see.
But he has no reason to refuse, rolling over onto his stomach and pushing the towel down to expose his hip (and part of his ass, because why bother being all shy and careful about it?). ]
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Date: 8/30/23 22:02 (UTC)Seriously? Bakugou gives Dito a dry look.]
Someone took a fucking chomp out of you; how do you miss that?
[Granted it's not gushing blood or anything and who the fuck knows if maybe it's some Nordic marking that's supposed to be there. But he saw it. Don't make him grab and yank the damn towel off. Cause he will if he has to.]
Just do it.
[He doesn't have to (want to) explain why he gives a shit! Luckily Dito doesn't protest further and Bakugou turns around on the bed to sit crosslegged beside him while the other boy tugs his towel down enough to show it. He rests his fingers on the bruised skin, careful and explorative, brushing at what probably used to be indentation. Skin's not broken, not bleeding, only discolored, and he's pretty sure Dito either doesn't feel the tenderness of the injury or isn't showing he does. Guess he'll favor this side tonight. Just a little.
Bakugou spreads his fingers, sliding them from the bruise to the small of Dito's back before pressing down in a firm massage.]
You heal quicker than most humans, huh.
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Date: 8/31/23 00:46 (UTC)The look he's given is returned with one of confusion, because what did he do now!? It's not bloody or even painful, so it's not an injury! Or at least, he must be justified in not immediately thinking of it as such. At least he did get it pretty quickly. ]
Yeah. Well. It happens.
[ With a shrug, he then folds his arms and rests his head on them, letting Bakugou poke and do whatever it is he wants to do, still perplexed over the whole thing. There really isn't any pain that he can't handle, and by the time he does start to feel he'd rather the prodding stop, it does without him having to say anything. Lucky. ]
I guess. I don't stay marked up for long because - [ With a deep frown, he just flat out refuses to say anything about his Intoner or her preferences. Even just that thought annoys him. ]
What the hell are you doing now?
[ It's... not a bad feeling, but why is it happening, and what does it have to do with how fast he heals? Should he be concerned? ]
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Date: 8/31/23 05:28 (UTC)IT'S A FUCKING INJURY EVEN IF IT'S SMALL, DAMMIT!! That's just how biology works! Granted he'll give Dito the silent credit of not thinking the thing was an injury. At least not one he should be concerned about. Same as Bakugou will try to walk off a broken leg and claim he's fine and can handle it if it means not appearing weak to someone with him. Stubborn pride to a stupid fault.]
You normally fight things that bite you?
[Maybe he shouldn't be asking questions about this. He doesn't prod enough to aggravate the bruise, showing some obvious knowledge about how to handle an injury. But since it's not a problem, guess he'll move onto something else. Since Dito's lying here with that stupid towel provocatively resting right shy under the curve of his ass. Bakugou works on the spread of his back muscles, radiating from his spine outward towards his obliques in firm, measured motions.
Considering Dito's bratty nature, he's expecting tension.]
It's called a massage.
[Bakugou understands immediately what Dito had been about to say regarding the Bitch and his healing. More than happy not to give her any fucking second of their time because fuck you, Bitch.
The only remaining problem is Bakugou's split on how to proceed. On the one hand, he doesn't want to order Dito around in bed, since he's assuming that's how the Bitch does it. On the other hand, he doesn't want Dito thinking he's weak or pitying him by straight up surrendering control to the spearsman.]
You wanna call the shots or me?
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Date: 9/1/23 10:03 (UTC)[ Which is exactly why it seems like the most ridiculous idea to go literally anywhere without a weapon. Although, yes, he has learned to maybe ask or something next time he's invited someplace unfamiliar.
It appears that Bakugou is heading down a track of expecting that the "injury" was made by some kind of creature, and Dito doesn't even have to lie when he answers, though the monsters he usually finds himself up against are much, much too large to make that mark. Still, hopefully his answer is enough to just leave it there. Since the poking at it moves on, he already starts putting it out of mind again, instead focusing on the suspiciously timed "massage".
He knows what a massage is. But of course he's tense, that being a general thing with him, but also it just sort of came out of nowhere, accompanying a random notice of how fast he heals. Naturally he's going to wonder how these things go together, and there doesn't appear to be any good way for that to work out.
As Bakugou continues, however, he does start to relax, realizing that maybe he was overthinking a bit. And it is pretty nice. Really nice, actually. No, he's not going to say so, instead just confirming with some kind of noise that sounds something like a quiet "...oh."
It is kind of comfortable, and he might even fall asleep, but the next question mostly brings him back. ]
I'm leaving it to you.
[ And it receives a quick and easy answer. He has no problem with letting his preference be known, whether it makes him look weak or not. And he really doesn't mind if something happens that's happened at home as well. To him, it just demonstrates that there are situations in which something he hated could be done properly, in a way he can enjoy it. That is always a positive.
...He's also very lazy. Leave as little up to him as possible, please. ]
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Date: 9/1/23 21:09 (UTC)[Totally a stylistic choice, not out of necessity or anything. It makes sense why Dito would carry a spear in that case. Most heroes don't exactly wander out unarmed either, though their Quirks make it nigh-impossible to anyways. Bakugou may be a loud asshole, but he's not stupid and is pretty insightful, ironically. Not wanting to bring this time down any more than it has to, he skips past that potential issue and focuses on getting his hands on Dito. They met up for a certain reason after all.
Hey, it's not suspiciously timed! It's called changing course! Dito's lying there looking like a damn pillow princess and Bakugou's not about to straight up go down on him right away. At least not until he made sure he wasn't going to aggravate a previous injury.
Considering his Quirk and his heroics, Bakugou's all too aware of what a good massage can do for someone. Dito could serve to loosen up despite the way he carries himself as a smug, snarky bastard. Hearing that soft noise is as good as agreement for him and the blonde proceeds further up, working around Dito's middle back. Fingers, palms, and the heels of his hands put the most work in, alternating pressure and sliding motions to reach muscles and sinew in a quiet, thorough touch.
There's the answer to his question. Bakugou's no one to second guess himself or others, expecting them to think it over and give him an answer, quick and final. Their choice, his acceptance, move forward. He doesn't have time for people who change their minds or dawdle over options. So Dito's choice is good. Quick and final. Means Bakugou can go forward without doubts.
No, doesn't make Dito look weak. Contrary, it tells the blonde what the guy wants and that's good for him. Ironically that's a fairly mature outlook from the smaller boy. If Bakugou could read his mind. And no, he doesn't want to. (He's giving Dito the benefit of the doubt in the lazy category... prick.) With an easy tug, he pulls the towel off from Dito's waist and moves to straddle his thighs, giving himself a better vantage point to work the massage over his back.]
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