he doesn't mind it, all things considered: he would've had to go to the other dorm at some point anyway, to leave gifts behind, and more than that, even mirio and nejire have asked him to drop theirs off under the great tree that class 1-a has decorated for the season, down in their living room. so it would have been inevitable, so he would have been here anyway, so he would've had to face someone at some point, even if it had been just to open the door. but: did it have to be bakugou challenging him? maybe that had been his mistake to even message him to ask, but--well, he'd been trying--
no, it doesn't matter. it doesn't matter, because now he's here, using his quirk to scale the side of the dorm with three large gift bags slung onto one comically long tentacle, scrabbling and suctioning his way up, his head tucked down into the collar of his jacket like he wants very much to crawl into a hole and never come back out again. ten minutes is easy, given all that he can do, but it's more about the mental fortitude than it is about the physical exercise: and it's about keeping all those wrapped gifts safe, where they jostle around and threaten to fall with the movement.
by the time he clears the railing of bakugou's balcony, he's only lost two gifts off the top of one of the bags--and he'd managed to lash out and roll those back into his tentacle grip, anyway, letting them tumble back into the bag as he sets them all down and lets out a slow, wobbling breath. this is the hard part. this is the part he thinks might eat up all his time, as he wills his hands and feet back to their normal form.
getting the nerve to actually knock on bakugou's balcony door. he might as well die.
two minutes pass, then another three, and impatient with himself, he forces his shaking human hand to rattle in against the glass, his head hanging, his hair a ruffled mess around it. )
I'm h-here..... ( he says, sullenly, a little out of breath; he'll have to haul the gift bags into bakugou's room, too, but hey, he still beat the timer. ) Bakugou-kun. Here.
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Date: 12/18/24 01:12 (UTC)i think i do better not interacting directly with others...
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Date: 12/18/24 01:17 (UTC)i'll think about it...
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Date: 12/18/24 01:44 (UTC)oh wait really?
then...okay. i can do this.
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Date: 12/18/24 02:16 (UTC)you need a damn blackout hood and blinders for your costume.
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Date: 12/19/24 22:59 (UTC)gonna come through the front door or use the balcony?
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Date: 12/19/24 23:02 (UTC)i'm going to use the front door and
well wait you said no one's there right? do you want me to use the balcony?
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Date: 1/5/25 23:19 (UTC)he doesn't mind it, all things considered: he would've had to go to the other dorm at some point anyway, to leave gifts behind, and more than that, even mirio and nejire have asked him to drop theirs off under the great tree that class 1-a has decorated for the season, down in their living room. so it would have been inevitable, so he would have been here anyway, so he would've had to face someone at some point, even if it had been just to open the door. but: did it have to be bakugou challenging him? maybe that had been his mistake to even message him to ask, but--well, he'd been trying--
no, it doesn't matter. it doesn't matter, because now he's here, using his quirk to scale the side of the dorm with three large gift bags slung onto one comically long tentacle, scrabbling and suctioning his way up, his head tucked down into the collar of his jacket like he wants very much to crawl into a hole and never come back out again. ten minutes is easy, given all that he can do, but it's more about the mental fortitude than it is about the physical exercise: and it's about keeping all those wrapped gifts safe, where they jostle around and threaten to fall with the movement.
by the time he clears the railing of bakugou's balcony, he's only lost two gifts off the top of one of the bags--and he'd managed to lash out and roll those back into his tentacle grip, anyway, letting them tumble back into the bag as he sets them all down and lets out a slow, wobbling breath. this is the hard part. this is the part he thinks might eat up all his time, as he wills his hands and feet back to their normal form.
getting the nerve to actually knock on bakugou's balcony door. he might as well die.
two minutes pass, then another three, and impatient with himself, he forces his shaking human hand to rattle in against the glass, his head hanging, his hair a ruffled mess around it. )
I'm h-here..... ( he says, sullenly, a little out of breath; he'll have to haul the gift bags into bakugou's room, too, but hey, he still beat the timer. ) Bakugou-kun. Here.
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