[ 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.]
Actually, I would. You never know when that peaceful place suddenly won't be.
[ It just makes sense to him! He gets how things work here, so that's no longer a problem, but he still feels that way.
They did meet up for a certain reason, but damned if Dito isn't just generally having a pretty good time. Even with all the sniping and snapping back and forth. Or maybe especially because of it. In fact, if he'd shown up and for whatever reason Bakugou ended up being all coddling and sweet to him, he would've left in disgust long ago, possibly after some amount of violence. But although he is already enjoying himself, he's certainly not planning to back out of the initial agreement. That's part of it too, and it's just nice that it's part of what's apparently turning out to be a whole goddamn vacation.
Suspiciously-timed enquiries aside, he got to have a nice hot shower without anyone trying to lick him and without only some berry-smelling shit to wash with, and now a pretty great massage that, yes, he really does need. He actually hasn't really ever received one, because who's going to give him one? He's only even learned the basics himself, as he couldn't be bothered to do any more than that, so not only is he basically melting into the bed, making quiet little noises stemming from the pleasurable feeling, he's doing so in a somewhat impressed way. ]
Where'd you even learn to do all of this?
[ Impressed and surprised, actually, because just why is Bakugou so good at this? It doesn't seem like something he'd take up studying. Although, honestly, it could just be the most mid massage ever, and Dito wouldn't know.
Having given his answer, he's content to just let things go as they will. Lazy or not, of course he means to contribute, though right now all he can do is lie where he is and let Bakugou massage. He's not even sure he has muscles anymore, so it's pretty much a miracle when he manages to shift his weight enough that the towel can be pulled free, and then again when he's settled on, just to adjust. ]
[Given what Dito's mentioned about the place he comes from. Even if it's stupid to be doing that in Japan. Maybe he can get some kind of collapsible one? Who knows. Not something to dwell on now that he's got Dito resting on the bed and surprisingly seeming to enjoy himself under the ministrations.
Despite the argumentative way they met up and the challenge prompting their in-person meet, Bakugou doesn't find himself disliking the time spent so far. Dito's got a way with pissing him off and needling him, in a fashion the blonde isn't fond of since the smaller boy seems to be so damn skilled at getting a rise out of him... but it's better than being a fucking spineless bore. He would've yelled and left already had that been the case.
Good thing they both have no intention of missing out on the reason they came together in the first place. Bakugou's certainly not a nice enough guy to give every partner a massage or preparation before shoving it in, but he can do what he fucking wants if the other guy's down for it.
Those quiet little noises are some smug rewards in their own right and Bakugou smirks down at the smaller boy as he continues the massage. Finishing with his lower back and middle, he moves his hands up to Dito's shoulder blades and upper back. Heel of his palms down the sides of his wing bones, avoiding pushing down on the angular bones proper, he encourages the muscles radiating from them to relax and stretch as he grinds his hands carefully along the sinew and tissue. Bakugou uses his fingertips to both guide his palms' path via leading "lines" ahead of them, then apply gentler points of pressure once he's done with the full press. Alternating before harder presses and lighter motions to reach some of those deeper pressure points and tissues before easing up again. He gets a few nice pops off Dito's spine towards his nape and between his shoulder blades. Heh, those sounded good...]
A few classes, mostly self-learning. [Internet articles, movies, books, training modules. You know, that kind of shit. Isn't going to mention his parents work in the fashion industry and that sometimes bleeds over into fitness... He mostly does it for his heroics and personal fitness / self-care.] My Quirk puts pressure on my arms, shoulders, and upper back. I'm not gonna rely on other people to do it for me.
[Might as well offer that information for the fuck of it. Dito would likely figure that information out after a minute or two of sparring with Bakugou. He seems like a sharp guy if he's kept as a warrior as well.]
[ Dito is actually caught off guard with the agreement. Yes, he'd thought it was a great point, but it was the same point he'd had since the beginning, even if he hadn't phrased it exactly that way. Maybe that's the difference. If only he'd known earlier; it would have saved so much time. He just doesn't have actual conversations with many people, and he knows Bakugou isn't stupid. That would lead to him erroneously thinking he's saying enough that more information can just be taken away from it. Whatever it is, he finds that he doesn't have to make another argument, then, and it's easily dropped in favor of focusing on the surprisingly pleasant activity he's found himself wrapped up in.
It has quickly become an unfortunate habit for Dito to automatically pick the response he's sure or at least hopes will piss Bakugou off the most explosively. It's just so entertaining and easy to do. He's like a cat who sees your cup literally teetering on the edge of the table. How can he ignore that!? It's also a good way to keep from having to hold proper conversations, which is how Bakugou ended up knowing so much more about Dito than most people do, since he somehow put up with the bullshit long enough to ask questions Dito had no reason not to answer sincerely.
Thankfully Dito has no reason to talk about much at the moment, though. It is good that Bakugou regards the noises he does make as rewarding, because there are a lot of them, and he doesn't feel compelled in the slightest to make any attempt to quiet them. If he wasn't meant to enjoy the massage, all of the effort being put into it would be extremely, unexplainably strange. And if he's enjoying himself, why hide it? If only he'd learned more about massage, he'd be able to appreciate it technically as well, but at least that isn't necessary. ]
Hey, that reminds me. What the hell happened to your back?
[ Well, mention of "quirks" made him think of fighting, which led him to remember seeing those wounds. It's a meandering train of thought, but now he's curious again. ]
[Some things aren't worth arguing about. Especially when it's a proven point. Just like Bakugou didn't tell Dito it was snowing here, Dito didn't say he was coming from some damn monsters-may-attack-anytime place. Not that either of them really thought to give a fucking rundown of their homes. And phrasing's also important! Sheesh. He doesn't read people's minds to get what they want to say behind their fucked-up words while they say it. Bitching at Dito about it any further is pointless though. Bakugou would rather focus on what's going on now.
Specifically what's under his hands and between his legs. Dito may look like a waifish kid, but he's got a toned body from all that fighting. Even if he is lazy. Not the defined musculature that Bakugou's used to seeing with a lot of the heroes around Japan, but nice regardless.
Hmph, this brat picks at him enough, he's going to blow up and send him flying through a damn wall. Doesn't seem to be the idea here, what with the relative piece between the two boys at the moment. Bakugou finishes up with Dito's shoulder blades and upper back, so he moves onto his shoulders, trape, and nape proper. Hands cup the rounds of Dito's shoulders, massaging the muscle and bone joint there, then drag to the side with added pressure along the smaller boy's trape, before reaching up the side of his neck and onto the nape. Bakugou avoids too much weight here, not wanting to incite a headache.
He brushes the longer parts of Dito's hair away from his neck so he can work without interruption. Tch, they're not even having sex yet and Dito sounds like he's halfway there. Thanks to the experience so far, he's left wondering if the guy's doing it on purpose to be an asshole... or if it really does feel that good. Given the tension in his muscles and sinew, he's leaning towards the latter, but dubiously eyeing the former.]
Some fucking villain skewered me during a war. [One through the shoulder and one through the lower side of his torso. Does he really want to admit he got those scars due to instinctively knocking his childhood best friend out of the way of said skewers? ... Nope. Personal information.] I'm gonna pay him back a million times next time I see his damn face.
[ Perhaps it's just that all involved need to work on communication skills, though that's very likely just a very, very far-off fantasy.
Dito works incredibly hard to be sure not to gain any muscle. It really is one of the things he hates most, though obviously if there are other qualities in play, he can be persuaded to overlook it on others. For himself, though... he'd rather just die. It is a physique that is surprisingly difficult to manage, too, especially since his work takes him hiking up mountains, and fighting ogres and giant cerberuses. Cerberi? Which leads to him being very thin and... dense. Almost as if the muscles just fold inward as they develop so they don't make their owner angry. Maybe that's why he's in such dire need of a massage. Or was, anyway. At the moment, he has literally never been more relaxed in his life. And he does, in fact, know exactly what he sounds like, but he doesn't care. Really, that's also part of why he doesn't bother trying to stifle the noise, so it's a bit of a mixture of both options. It's definitely that good, but he really could tone it down at least somewhat, but instead opts to let it go in the opposite direction unchecked every time.
However great it is, though, he's absolutely not halfway anywhere. He not quite that easy. ]
...Yeah?
[ His breathing may or may not have just sped up juuuust a little. It's not subtle, but if Bakugou is at all surprised by what Dito says next, he hasn't been paying one iota of attention. ]
A million times, huh? What's your plan for that? You know, I actually don't even know what you can do, exactly.
[ So maybe tell him all about it. In detail. The bloodier the better. ]
[Bakugou? Poor communication and interpersonal skills? Ha! He communicates with other people extremely easily. DO IT SHUT UP AND DIE!! See? ... Yeah, it's the furthest fantasy.
Dito is a strange contrast. Physically, Bakugou would expect a warrior and sex slave to need a stronger body. Both to battle opponents (or monsters) and the keep the stamina/strength going for a fuck. Unless Five really just wishes Dito was a girl or something... But somehow, this guy's managed to stubbornly keep himself soft. He can feel the hints of strength beneath smooth skin and that toned aspect from activity, but... tch, whatever. Guess that's where Dito being a lazy ass comes in. He's going to massage him anyways because one, he's already started, and two, the brat feels good regardless.
At least he's not a fat blob.
Might be turning into a melted one with the way his body's relaxing like this. Leaving his neck and shoulders behind, Bakugou takes one of Dito's arms in hand, giving at least a verbal comment he's going to work on it now. Some warriors have issues with people just grabbing their hands. Who knows with this spear-happy brat.]
Get him in my hands and splatter him all over the fucking ground. [No, he's not surprised at the question. Dito's violent side wasn't hard to notice. He weighs the option for a moment, then rests Dito's arm across his back, giving his shoulder a nice stretch since it's already goo. Bakugou leans forward, resulting in his dick nestling between Dito's ass cheeks, and props a hand on the bed beside the disciple's head to brace himself. While lowering the other one on the opposite side so Dito can watch.]
Like this. [There's the briefest of sparks above Bakugou's upturned palm before "BOOM!" a basketball-sized explosion detonates in his hand, light and smoke coming along with the noise and concussive force. The scent of smoke and a lace of burnt sugar follow.] Over and over and over.
[ Five apparently just really wished he was a small boy... for whatever reason. But even without her influence, Dito would still have an intense aversion to muscles (he's pretty sure). He'd never bother putting in so much work to do something just for her sake, after all. At best he does the bare minimum to keep her happy whenever possible.
No, he's genuinely incredibly happy with his body, looks-wise. The muscles are there, currently kneaded into pudding, allowed to exist and even grow as long as he doesn't see them. He's never had any trouble in a fight, and definitely no complaints in bed. Well, some, but that's more related to the whole "bare minimum" plot, which leads to Five mistaking his extreme lack of enthusiasm and willfulness to get it all over as fast as possible as a stamina problem that she requests he take steps to correct. As a result, he really could go all night, overnight and possibly late into the next morning, should Bakugou wish to test him.
Having his arm taken is a bit surprising. He didn't get that far in his own lesson, of course. But despite appreciating the warning, there isn't really much he could do about it anyway. His spear is somewhere across the room, and he isn't in the most optimal position to get fighty. Not that it matters. If it was anyone else, he would have been concerned that there was some sudden attempt at hand-holding afoot, but here he's quite unalarmed about letting his arm be manipulated in whatever way Bakugou sees fit.
Besides, he's soon extremely distracted by the description relayed to him. It's short, but he can picture it so vividly, his breath halts as he runs his tongue across his lips. Those cheeks become a warmer cushion due to the heat spreading through his body, his hips shifting in a slight writhing motion, and he's already aroused enough that it's almost uncomfortable to lie in that position before he even gets to see the neat demonstration of Bakugou's magic.
It's startling, to say the least, though his eyes remain fixed even as he jerks back from the close-by large explosion out of reflex. ]
Holy shit. Fuck, that's hot. I bet you could completely just tear him the fuck apart...
[Five's a fucked up bitch. Even if he doesn't know a lot about Dito, Bakugou already wants to get him out from under his mistress' command. No one should be forced into slavery, regardless of what free time the disciple gets. That intent's for another time. Bakugou's not one to charge into a situation without preparation or planning. Though he's good at doing both of those very quickly, making it seem like he's just charging in.
Not that he knows this, but Bakugou would condone Dito's deliberate lack of effort in bed as a form of petty revenge and understood middle finger to the broad domineering him. As his fingers find hidden sinew under soft skin, the blonde figures Dito's got stamina enough to go a while. Mostly due to that spear, the information blip on monsters in his realm, and Five's demanding childish nature. Will he want to go all night to morning? Fuck no. Sleep's nice. But he could go a few rounds. Dito doesn't seem like he sucks. Just potentially a pillow princess.
Conversely, Bakugou notes Dito may have one arm pressed against his lower back, but his other one's free and able to ram an elbow backwards towards his head with a simple roll or twist. Hence the quiet comment. That's all. No hand-holding to be concerned about either. He doesn't do that crap. Well, he will once he gets to massaging Dito's hand, but that's a different kind of non-sappy hand holding. More on that later, when he's not showing Dito his Quirk.
Bakugou isn't sure if he's weirded out or amused at feeling Dito's body heat up when the conversation shifts to violence. Great, is this a guy who ends up with a boner mid-battle? He rolls his hips a little, lazily rubbing his soft dick against Dito's ass for no reason other than to mess with them both during the chat. And maybe to be a brat himself by pressing the smaller boy's dick against the sheets below. See if Dito can focus on the demonstration of his Quirk at the same time.
He tugs his head back to avoid getting clunked in the jaw by Dito reflexively jerking away from the explosion. As the smoke drifts from Bakugou's fingers and palm, he lets a few smaller explosions pop and burst above his hand like a miniature firework display. If by "fireworks" you mean akin to someone throwing a bunch of tiny grenades into the air. No pretty colors or streamers, but the detailed work and "bb-bpt b-boom" noises show off his talent. Mass destruction, light source, noise distraction, smoke screen, propulsion and mobility, burning and blinding, he's got a very flexible Quirk with lots of application. And he's quite proud of it, considering he's willing to pause a sexual massage to show off.]
No shit. That's the fucking idea. [Though he's not an idiot. Shigaraki, with All for One and all those bodily modifications, all those Quirks... it's going to take more than sheer power and drive to tear him the fuck apart. Not something he needs to bother Dito with. That's Bakugou's world's war/threat.]
[ If Dito could leave his Intoner, he would do it in half a heartbeat. But as he's pointed out, the only likely way for that to happen would probably be if she was dead. Otherwise, even if he did manage to leave, she could just call him back to her side. And he'd go, unable to resist. His lack of effort could definitely partly be revenge and a metaphorical middle finger to his annoying boss, but it's mostly just that he really, really, really, really does not want to be there. At all. But he's not there now, so he's not going to think about it, which is very easy with everything that's going on.
Sleep is pretty nice. And it does happen to be one of Dito's favorite activities since it doesn't require him to do anything but lie there. But he can sleep at anytime, so he's truly prepared to go as long as Bakugou wants to. Still, he won't be turning down an opportunity to nap peacefully on such a comfortable bed, of course. At some point he should probably find out how long he's allowed to stay considering just how well he expects to sleep tonight or whenever.
How inconvenient would it be if he actually got turned on in the middle of a fight? Thankfully, he doesn't have that problem. It's not really the violence itself that's getting him all hot and bothered, but the outcome. He does enjoy violence and bloodshed enough to get excited about it, but that's a different kind of excitement. That's just pure deranged joy and delirious happiness there. But what he's able to picture from what Bakugou tells him is more of a bloody dismembering, skin being stripped off - or burned off, whatever - leaving the muscles and veins and everything underneath visible and pulsating as the body tries to continue to work. Once it dies, well... that does nothing for him, but even just talking about murdering the hell out of whoever Bakugou's vowing revenge on allows his mind to pause at that beautiful, delicious step in the middle, and that is why he's absolutely drifting out into a little fog of bliss as he listens, watching those little explosions and feeling Bakugou rubbing against him. If Bakugou was worried about the noises Dito was making before, he should be very concerned now, especially with at least one of them being a distinct moan as he squirms. ]
I... What? [ Was Bakugou saying something else? He tries to pay attention, taking a deep breath. ] ...Yeah, I guess so.
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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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Date: 9/1/23 23:08 (UTC)[ It just makes sense to him! He gets how things work here, so that's no longer a problem, but he still feels that way.
They did meet up for a certain reason, but damned if Dito isn't just generally having a pretty good time. Even with all the sniping and snapping back and forth. Or maybe especially because of it. In fact, if he'd shown up and for whatever reason Bakugou ended up being all coddling and sweet to him, he would've left in disgust long ago, possibly after some amount of violence.
But although he is already enjoying himself, he's certainly not planning to back out of the initial agreement. That's part of it too, and it's just nice that it's part of what's apparently turning out to be a whole goddamn vacation.
Suspiciously-timed enquiries aside, he got to have a nice hot shower without anyone trying to lick him and without only some berry-smelling shit to wash with, and now a pretty great massage that, yes, he really does need. He actually hasn't really ever received one, because who's going to give him one? He's only even learned the basics himself, as he couldn't be bothered to do any more than that, so not only is he basically melting into the bed, making quiet little noises stemming from the pleasurable feeling, he's doing so in a somewhat impressed way. ]
Where'd you even learn to do all of this?
[ Impressed and surprised, actually, because just why is Bakugou so good at this? It doesn't seem like something he'd take up studying. Although, honestly, it could just be the most mid massage ever, and Dito wouldn't know.
Having given his answer, he's content to just let things go as they will. Lazy or not, of course he means to contribute, though right now all he can do is lie where he is and let Bakugou massage. He's not even sure he has muscles anymore, so it's pretty much a miracle when he manages to shift his weight enough that the towel can be pulled free, and then again when he's settled on, just to adjust. ]
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Date: 9/11/23 02:23 (UTC)[Given what Dito's mentioned about the place he comes from. Even if it's stupid to be doing that in Japan. Maybe he can get some kind of collapsible one? Who knows. Not something to dwell on now that he's got Dito resting on the bed and surprisingly seeming to enjoy himself under the ministrations.
Despite the argumentative way they met up and the challenge prompting their in-person meet, Bakugou doesn't find himself disliking the time spent so far. Dito's got a way with pissing him off and needling him, in a fashion the blonde isn't fond of since the smaller boy seems to be so damn skilled at getting a rise out of him... but it's better than being a fucking spineless bore. He would've yelled and left already had that been the case.
Good thing they both have no intention of missing out on the reason they came together in the first place. Bakugou's certainly not a nice enough guy to give every partner a massage or preparation before shoving it in, but he can do what he fucking wants if the other guy's down for it.
Those quiet little noises are some smug rewards in their own right and Bakugou smirks down at the smaller boy as he continues the massage. Finishing with his lower back and middle, he moves his hands up to Dito's shoulder blades and upper back. Heel of his palms down the sides of his wing bones, avoiding pushing down on the angular bones proper, he encourages the muscles radiating from them to relax and stretch as he grinds his hands carefully along the sinew and tissue. Bakugou uses his fingertips to both guide his palms' path via leading "lines" ahead of them, then apply gentler points of pressure once he's done with the full press. Alternating before harder presses and lighter motions to reach some of those deeper pressure points and tissues before easing up again. He gets a few nice pops off Dito's spine towards his nape and between his shoulder blades. Heh, those sounded good...]
A few classes, mostly self-learning. [Internet articles, movies, books, training modules. You know, that kind of shit. Isn't going to mention his parents work in the fashion industry and that sometimes bleeds over into fitness... He mostly does it for his heroics and personal fitness / self-care.] My Quirk puts pressure on my arms, shoulders, and upper back. I'm not gonna rely on other people to do it for me.
[Might as well offer that information for the fuck of it. Dito would likely figure that information out after a minute or two of sparring with Bakugou. He seems like a sharp guy if he's kept as a warrior as well.]
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Date: 9/12/23 01:07 (UTC)It has quickly become an unfortunate habit for Dito to automatically pick the response he's sure or at least hopes will piss Bakugou off the most explosively. It's just so entertaining and easy to do. He's like a cat who sees your cup literally teetering on the edge of the table. How can he ignore that!?
It's also a good way to keep from having to hold proper conversations, which is how Bakugou ended up knowing so much more about Dito than most people do, since he somehow put up with the bullshit long enough to ask questions Dito had no reason not to answer sincerely.
Thankfully Dito has no reason to talk about much at the moment, though. It is good that Bakugou regards the noises he does make as rewarding, because there are a lot of them, and he doesn't feel compelled in the slightest to make any attempt to quiet them. If he wasn't meant to enjoy the massage, all of the effort being put into it would be extremely, unexplainably strange. And if he's enjoying himself, why hide it? If only he'd learned more about massage, he'd be able to appreciate it technically as well, but at least that isn't necessary. ]
Hey, that reminds me. What the hell happened to your back?
[ Well, mention of "quirks" made him think of fighting, which led him to remember seeing those wounds. It's a meandering train of thought, but now he's curious again. ]
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Date: 9/12/23 05:13 (UTC)Specifically what's under his hands and between his legs. Dito may look like a waifish kid, but he's got a toned body from all that fighting. Even if he is lazy. Not the defined musculature that Bakugou's used to seeing with a lot of the heroes around Japan, but nice regardless.
Hmph, this brat picks at him enough, he's going to blow up and send him flying through a damn wall. Doesn't seem to be the idea here, what with the relative piece between the two boys at the moment. Bakugou finishes up with Dito's shoulder blades and upper back, so he moves onto his shoulders, trape, and nape proper. Hands cup the rounds of Dito's shoulders, massaging the muscle and bone joint there, then drag to the side with added pressure along the smaller boy's trape, before reaching up the side of his neck and onto the nape. Bakugou avoids too much weight here, not wanting to incite a headache.
He brushes the longer parts of Dito's hair away from his neck so he can work without interruption. Tch, they're not even having sex yet and Dito sounds like he's halfway there. Thanks to the experience so far, he's left wondering if the guy's doing it on purpose to be an asshole... or if it really does feel that good. Given the tension in his muscles and sinew, he's leaning towards the latter, but dubiously eyeing the former.]
Some fucking villain skewered me during a war. [One through the shoulder and one through the lower side of his torso. Does he really want to admit he got those scars due to instinctively knocking his childhood best friend out of the way of said skewers? ... Nope. Personal information.] I'm gonna pay him back a million times next time I see his damn face.
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Date: 9/12/23 06:59 (UTC)Dito works incredibly hard to be sure not to gain any muscle. It really is one of the things he hates most, though obviously if there are other qualities in play, he can be persuaded to overlook it on others. For himself, though... he'd rather just die. It is a physique that is surprisingly difficult to manage, too, especially since his work takes him hiking up mountains, and fighting ogres and giant cerberuses. Cerberi? Which leads to him being very thin and... dense. Almost as if the muscles just fold inward as they develop so they don't make their owner angry. Maybe that's why he's in such dire need of a massage. Or was, anyway.
At the moment, he has literally never been more relaxed in his life. And he does, in fact, know exactly what he sounds like, but he doesn't care. Really, that's also part of why he doesn't bother trying to stifle the noise, so it's a bit of a mixture of both options. It's definitely that good, but he really could tone it down at least somewhat, but instead opts to let it go in the opposite direction unchecked every time.
However great it is, though, he's absolutely not halfway anywhere. He not quite that easy. ]
...Yeah?
[ His breathing may or may not have just sped up juuuust a little. It's not subtle, but if Bakugou is at all surprised by what Dito says next, he hasn't been paying one iota of attention. ]
A million times, huh? What's your plan for that? You know, I actually don't even know what you can do, exactly.
[ So maybe tell him all about it. In detail. The bloodier the better. ]
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Date: 9/12/23 17:46 (UTC)Dito is a strange contrast. Physically, Bakugou would expect a warrior and sex slave to need a stronger body. Both to battle opponents (or monsters) and the keep the stamina/strength going for a fuck. Unless Five really just wishes Dito was a girl or something... But somehow, this guy's managed to stubbornly keep himself soft. He can feel the hints of strength beneath smooth skin and that toned aspect from activity, but... tch, whatever. Guess that's where Dito being a lazy ass comes in. He's going to massage him anyways because one, he's already started, and two, the brat feels good regardless.
At least he's not a fat blob.
Might be turning into a melted one with the way his body's relaxing like this. Leaving his neck and shoulders behind, Bakugou takes one of Dito's arms in hand, giving at least a verbal comment he's going to work on it now. Some warriors have issues with people just grabbing their hands. Who knows with this spear-happy brat.]
Get him in my hands and splatter him all over the fucking ground. [No, he's not surprised at the question. Dito's violent side wasn't hard to notice. He weighs the option for a moment, then rests Dito's arm across his back, giving his shoulder a nice stretch since it's already goo. Bakugou leans forward, resulting in his dick nestling between Dito's ass cheeks, and props a hand on the bed beside the disciple's head to brace himself. While lowering the other one on the opposite side so Dito can watch.]
Like this. [There's the briefest of sparks above Bakugou's upturned palm before "BOOM!" a basketball-sized explosion detonates in his hand, light and smoke coming along with the noise and concussive force. The scent of smoke and a lace of burnt sugar follow.] Over and over and over.
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Date: 9/12/23 23:48 (UTC)No, he's genuinely incredibly happy with his body, looks-wise. The muscles are there, currently kneaded into pudding, allowed to exist and even grow as long as he doesn't see them. He's never had any trouble in a fight, and definitely no complaints in bed. Well, some, but that's more related to the whole "bare minimum" plot, which leads to Five mistaking his extreme lack of enthusiasm and willfulness to get it all over as fast as possible as a stamina problem that she requests he take steps to correct. As a result, he really could go all night, overnight and possibly late into the next morning, should Bakugou wish to test him.
Having his arm taken is a bit surprising. He didn't get that far in his own lesson, of course. But despite appreciating the warning, there isn't really much he could do about it anyway. His spear is somewhere across the room, and he isn't in the most optimal position to get fighty. Not that it matters. If it was anyone else, he would have been concerned that there was some sudden attempt at hand-holding afoot, but here he's quite unalarmed about letting his arm be manipulated in whatever way Bakugou sees fit.
Besides, he's soon extremely distracted by the description relayed to him. It's short, but he can picture it so vividly, his breath halts as he runs his tongue across his lips. Those cheeks become a warmer cushion due to the heat spreading through his body, his hips shifting in a slight writhing motion, and he's already aroused enough that it's almost uncomfortable to lie in that position before he even gets to see the neat demonstration of Bakugou's magic.
It's startling, to say the least, though his eyes remain fixed even as he jerks back from the close-by large explosion out of reflex. ]
Holy shit. Fuck, that's hot. I bet you could completely just tear him the fuck apart...
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Date: 9/13/23 14:24 (UTC)Not that he knows this, but Bakugou would condone Dito's deliberate lack of effort in bed as a form of petty revenge and understood middle finger to the broad domineering him. As his fingers find hidden sinew under soft skin, the blonde figures Dito's got stamina enough to go a while. Mostly due to that spear, the information blip on monsters in his realm, and Five's demanding childish nature. Will he want to go all night to morning? Fuck no. Sleep's nice. But he could go a few rounds. Dito doesn't seem like he sucks. Just potentially a pillow princess.
Conversely, Bakugou notes Dito may have one arm pressed against his lower back, but his other one's free and able to ram an elbow backwards towards his head with a simple roll or twist. Hence the quiet comment. That's all. No hand-holding to be concerned about either. He doesn't do that crap. Well, he will once he gets to massaging Dito's hand, but that's a different kind of non-sappy hand holding. More on that later, when he's not showing Dito his Quirk.
Bakugou isn't sure if he's weirded out or amused at feeling Dito's body heat up when the conversation shifts to violence. Great, is this a guy who ends up with a boner mid-battle? He rolls his hips a little, lazily rubbing his soft dick against Dito's ass for no reason other than to mess with them both during the chat. And maybe to be a brat himself by pressing the smaller boy's dick against the sheets below. See if Dito can focus on the demonstration of his Quirk at the same time.
He tugs his head back to avoid getting clunked in the jaw by Dito reflexively jerking away from the explosion. As the smoke drifts from Bakugou's fingers and palm, he lets a few smaller explosions pop and burst above his hand like a miniature firework display. If by "fireworks" you mean akin to someone throwing a bunch of tiny grenades into the air. No pretty colors or streamers, but the detailed work and "bb-bpt b-boom" noises show off his talent. Mass destruction, light source, noise distraction, smoke screen, propulsion and mobility, burning and blinding, he's got a very flexible Quirk with lots of application. And he's quite proud of it, considering he's willing to pause a sexual massage to show off.]
No shit. That's the fucking idea. [Though he's not an idiot. Shigaraki, with All for One and all those bodily modifications, all those Quirks... it's going to take more than sheer power and drive to tear him the fuck apart. Not something he needs to bother Dito with. That's Bakugou's world's war/threat.]
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Date: 9/13/23 23:42 (UTC)His lack of effort could definitely partly be revenge and a metaphorical middle finger to his annoying boss, but it's mostly just that he really, really, really, really does not want to be there. At all. But he's not there now, so he's not going to think about it, which is very easy with everything that's going on.
Sleep is pretty nice. And it does happen to be one of Dito's favorite activities since it doesn't require him to do anything but lie there. But he can sleep at anytime, so he's truly prepared to go as long as Bakugou wants to. Still, he won't be turning down an opportunity to nap peacefully on such a comfortable bed, of course. At some point he should probably find out how long he's allowed to stay considering just how well he expects to sleep tonight or whenever.
How inconvenient would it be if he actually got turned on in the middle of a fight? Thankfully, he doesn't have that problem. It's not really the violence itself that's getting him all hot and bothered, but the outcome. He does enjoy violence and bloodshed enough to get excited about it, but that's a different kind of excitement. That's just pure deranged joy and delirious happiness there. But what he's able to picture from what Bakugou tells him is more of a bloody dismembering, skin being stripped off - or burned off, whatever - leaving the muscles and veins and everything underneath visible and pulsating as the body tries to continue to work. Once it dies, well... that does nothing for him, but even just talking about murdering the hell out of whoever Bakugou's vowing revenge on allows his mind to pause at that beautiful, delicious step in the middle, and that is why he's absolutely drifting out into a little fog of bliss as he listens, watching those little explosions and feeling Bakugou rubbing against him. If Bakugou was worried about the noises Dito was making before, he should be very concerned now, especially with at least one of them being a distinct moan as he squirms. ]
I... What? [ Was Bakugou saying something else? He tries to pay attention, taking a deep breath. ] ...Yeah, I guess so.
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