[Stepping off the bus, he swipes his card to pay the fare, then slips his hands into his pockets, wallet clenched in one, and tromps down the sidewalk through fall leaves. A massy disc of gold leaks down towards the quivering horizon and casts his shadow in a long stretch in front of him, legs blending together with each step.
Might've been easier to invite Zahc to his place, but getting the guy a pass into U.A. would've been annoying. Less of a hassle to take his leave for the night to hang out with a companion. A small bag rests over one shoulder, tugged tight to his back, carrying a change of clothes, toiletries, and some little travel extras. Never going around unprepared. And he's pretty fucking sure this isn't going to be a quick meet and greet.
Sneakers chuff outside the door before he reaches up and raps on the wooden panel with the back of his knuckles, red eyes hooded under his choppy ashen blonde bangs. Same normal RBF scowl etched on his face in greeting. How long's it been since he went out for a sleepover with someone who wasn't in U.A.'s dorm? ... A while actually.
[If there is one thing about Zahc that is similar to his dead twin brother, it is his showmanship. With Bakugo taking the bus, it gives the shark demon the time to get things ready. The hero hates boring and he plans to give him quite the opposite. Which means his place is clean. His portraits and pictures of himself are hung on the walls. Low-key jazz techno music is playing on the music system and Zahv is wearing a long sleeve turtle neck with a bone motif down the arms and a rib cage on the front.
His pants are tight with a bone belt buckle on the front. His hair done perfectly up in his pompadour to sweet his hair back in the same direction as his horns. For good measure, he has a Band-Aid on his right cheek to go along with the injury story. He's hurt and needs some sexually physical therapy to help him recover.
At least that was his story.
The knock comes and Zahc opens the door with a grin. His shark tail sweeps out to wrap around Bakugo's snatched waist and pull him inside with a smooth motion, closing the door behind the hero.]
Come on in, handsome~ So glad you could come see me. Means the world, even if you're just here ta get proven wrong.
He didn't feel like driving. Even with his new driver's license. Trying to weave through traffic or dealing with the stop lights? Not his preference this evening. Easier to sit on his ass on the bus with his earphones in and his phone in his face until the proper stop floated over the crackly loudspeaker. The last time he met with Zahc, it was interesting but quick. Not on either of their home turfs (aka: living arrangements). Going over to the guy's house feels strange. Like something a normal guy would do. Being a hero after the war... being "normal" feels strange.
A simple button-down jacket rest over his shoulders, ruffed collar and hood flopped open on his collar and down his back respectively. Black hangs saggy below his neck, a t-shirt tucked under the jacket as it absorbs evening sunlight, topping a pair of dark cargo pants sans belt above sturdy boots. Same spiky explosion of hair crowning the entire ensemble and clashing with the shark's up-curved hairstyle. First thing he notices when the door swings open.
Is that jazz? Techno style, but still jazz. Somehow it goes with the bone motif on Zahc's clothes. Even if those look like ridiculous pajamas or a weird Halloween costume. A sharply-angled eyebrow piques upward at the and-Aid slap dashed on his face. That's a fake. It looks too quick.
Horns and shark tail crowning that wide-grinned face and sharp teeth with a long body below. Yep, same old Zahc from befor-
"Oy!" Who gave him permission to hook him with his tail and drag him in?! Not that he resists, stepping past the door quick and instinctively dropping a hand around the fluked end of Zahc's tail. In a world of Quirks, he's not the weirdest one out there.
"Che, flatterer." He flicks the top fin of his tail. "I told you to have something else in mind after you lose."
The style Bakugo wears is handsome, to say the least. Very commando meets grunge rock in a way. Zahc likes. He doesn't pull his tail away as fingers grab hold of the tip fin before giving it a flick. He is still all smiles as he keeps close to the hero. He gives a roll of his torso, down along his stomach, and to his hips. His movement fluid like a shark swimming in water or a trained belly dancer.
"Is it flattery if it's true?" He asks first before he steps away, motioning for Bakugo to come into the living room. He sits on the couch, back against one of the arm rests. It's long and the shark makes sure to leave enough room for the blond, his tail draped up and along the back of the sofa, out of the way.
"Oh don't worry, handsome hero Dynamight. I got a plan if, somehow, I lose. Pizza arrived just before you did. We got plenty to eat and I got beers in the fridge. Juice too. And water if you don't like beer or juice. But come on. Sit down. Relax a little. You look tense."
He likes loose and baggy that says "fuck with me and die" while still carrying an air of style about it. His mother didn't raise him to dress like he crawled out of a dumpster! (Is it hard to believe both his parents work in the fashion industry, yet somehow created this mess between them?) Zahc may or may not be wrong about the commando aspect. Not really wrong about that tail either as Bakugo keeps messing with it, tracing over the skin one way for a smoother run, then backwards for the sandpaper-like reverse sensation.
Red eyes linger on that lazy roll, impossible not to think of documentaries about sharks or seeing them glide past in the waters of an aquarium. He's never had the luxury of seeing one in the wild, isn't sure he wants to, but Zahc kind of makes the idea tempting... if he wasn't busy with said shark here and now.
"Uh-huh." Flattery's flattery. Bakugo brushes his tail from his waist before the guy can drag him around with it. He's clingier with that thing than Ojirou from Bakugo's class, but it's hard not to compare the two since Ojirou also has a thicker tail rather than the thin ones some Quirks give. Dropping his bag off his shoulder, he slings it to the side and lands the item on a nearby chair-- perfect shot --before sinking down on the couch beside Zahc. Kicks both legs up on the coffee table in front of him, arms folded over his chest.
"Keep calling me that and I'll feed you your own teeth." Getting called 'handsome' once is fine. Twice or more sounds suspicious and annoying. Pizza and beers is a nice consolation prize. Might gravitate to the juice or water, depending. He's picky about beer. Bakugo can hold his alcohol, but he's never much liked the taste of it. "Did you catch the news at seven? Fucking jewel robber tried holding up an entire subway train."
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Date: 4/8/26 20:20 (UTC)HA! You better have a backup plan for your BOTTOM BARREL boner.
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Date: 4/8/26 20:28 (UTC)no subject
Date: 4/8/26 20:44 (UTC)I'll be there. Bore me and you're dead.
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Date: 4/8/26 20:47 (UTC)See you soon~
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Date: 4/8/26 22:07 (UTC)Might've been easier to invite Zahc to his place, but getting the guy a pass into U.A. would've been annoying. Less of a hassle to take his leave for the night to hang out with a companion. A small bag rests over one shoulder, tugged tight to his back, carrying a change of clothes, toiletries, and some little travel extras. Never going around unprepared. And he's pretty fucking sure this isn't going to be a quick meet and greet.
Sneakers chuff outside the door before he reaches up and raps on the wooden panel with the back of his knuckles, red eyes hooded under his choppy ashen blonde bangs. Same normal RBF scowl etched on his face in greeting. How long's it been since he went out for a sleepover with someone who wasn't in U.A.'s dorm? ... A while actually.
This better not be a wasted trip.]
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Date: 4/8/26 22:33 (UTC)His pants are tight with a bone belt buckle on the front. His hair done perfectly up in his pompadour to sweet his hair back in the same direction as his horns. For good measure, he has a Band-Aid on his right cheek to go along with the injury story. He's hurt and needs some sexually physical therapy to help him recover.
At least that was his story.
The knock comes and Zahc opens the door with a grin. His shark tail sweeps out to wrap around Bakugo's snatched waist and pull him inside with a smooth motion, closing the door behind the hero.]
Come on in, handsome~ So glad you could come see me. Means the world, even if you're just here ta get proven wrong.
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Date: 4/8/26 23:35 (UTC)A simple button-down jacket rest over his shoulders, ruffed collar and hood flopped open on his collar and down his back respectively. Black hangs saggy below his neck, a t-shirt tucked under the jacket as it absorbs evening sunlight, topping a pair of dark cargo pants sans belt above sturdy boots. Same spiky explosion of hair crowning the entire ensemble and clashing with the shark's up-curved hairstyle. First thing he notices when the door swings open.
Is that jazz? Techno style, but still jazz. Somehow it goes with the bone motif on Zahc's clothes. Even if those look like ridiculous pajamas or a weird Halloween costume. A sharply-angled eyebrow piques upward at the and-Aid slap dashed on his face. That's a fake. It looks too quick.
Horns and shark tail crowning that wide-grinned face and sharp teeth with a long body below. Yep, same old Zahc from befor-
"Oy!" Who gave him permission to hook him with his tail and drag him in?! Not that he resists, stepping past the door quick and instinctively dropping a hand around the fluked end of Zahc's tail. In a world of Quirks, he's not the weirdest one out there.
"Che, flatterer." He flicks the top fin of his tail. "I told you to have something else in mind after you lose."
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Date: 4/9/26 03:08 (UTC)"Is it flattery if it's true?" He asks first before he steps away, motioning for Bakugo to come into the living room. He sits on the couch, back against one of the arm rests. It's long and the shark makes sure to leave enough room for the blond, his tail draped up and along the back of the sofa, out of the way.
"Oh don't worry, handsome hero Dynamight. I got a plan if, somehow, I lose. Pizza arrived just before you did. We got plenty to eat and I got beers in the fridge. Juice too. And water if you don't like beer or juice. But come on. Sit down. Relax a little. You look tense."
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Date: 4/9/26 04:46 (UTC)Red eyes linger on that lazy roll, impossible not to think of documentaries about sharks or seeing them glide past in the waters of an aquarium. He's never had the luxury of seeing one in the wild, isn't sure he wants to, but Zahc kind of makes the idea tempting... if he wasn't busy with said shark here and now.
"Uh-huh." Flattery's flattery. Bakugo brushes his tail from his waist before the guy can drag him around with it. He's clingier with that thing than Ojirou from Bakugo's class, but it's hard not to compare the two since Ojirou also has a thicker tail rather than the thin ones some Quirks give. Dropping his bag off his shoulder, he slings it to the side and lands the item on a nearby chair-- perfect shot --before sinking down on the couch beside Zahc. Kicks both legs up on the coffee table in front of him, arms folded over his chest.
"Keep calling me that and I'll feed you your own teeth." Getting called 'handsome' once is fine. Twice or more sounds suspicious and annoying. Pizza and beers is a nice consolation prize. Might gravitate to the juice or water, depending. He's picky about beer. Bakugo can hold his alcohol, but he's never much liked the taste of it. "Did you catch the news at seven? Fucking jewel robber tried holding up an entire subway train."