[For both of them. Probably not the same kind of rough, considering Bakugoās still a student with part-time hero work and Yamamoto isā¦ he wants to say a yakuza, but doesnāt quite think thatās the correct term / description of the other manās job. Which is kind of makes the hush-hush nature of it even more obvious. He does know that, at some point in the future, itās going to become a problem. Whatever the older manās into, itās illegal despite the protectiveness and friends he has within the work. It likely wonāt be seeing eye to eye with the Hero Society Bakugo and the other students of U.A. are part of. Wonder if he has any connection of Overdrive (Kai Chisaki); heās part of another yakuza family in Japanā¦ Thatās a question thatās probably never going to come up.
Either way, theyāll deal with that issue when and if it comes up. Heās not scared at all about what might come after him from Yamamotoās side of the walk. Clashing with the heroes is a bad idea for anyone. Despite his personal friendship relationship with the other man, Bakugoās still a hero. Of course, this is all just what heās assumed and pieced together from the vague hints, clues, stereotypes, and other shit heās received from Yamamoto, willing or accidental. Justā¦ itās obvious he tolerates (likes) the other man to a degree heād be really bothered if they had to truly come to opposing sides. Theyād clashed before, though never in a way that suggested they were directly going for each other. Bakugo always feels their not-a-spar fights are due to accidentally being in the wrong place at the right/wrong time. Itās a weird relationship.
But itās happened and itās grown into this. He never wouldāve given Yamamoto a second thought if the man hadnāt fucking got away during their first encounter. And not the āvillain manages to escapeā sort of get away, but in the āyeah, Iām done hereā sort of taking his fucking leave. Pissed him off to no end. Even worse when they met again and the bastard FUCKING GOT AWAY! Then had the audacity to contact him! Which eventually turned intoā¦ yeahā¦ all this. Having a meal with him was strange enough, but the texting and the conversations and everything else kept building up. Until he found himself somewhat ācaughtā in the man known as Takeshi Yamamoto. That calm and friendliness that drives him up the fucking wall with Izuku are somehow less abrasive with Yamamoto and heās able to tolerate them just a little better. But thereās a strength to him and a mysteriousness that Bakugo reluctantly respects and feels drawn towards, born from his inability to capture the damn guy. Initially due to skill, but nowadays due to lack of want to.
He doesnāt really care to catch him now. Hell, doesnāt really care to figure out that mystery. Itās different. He simplyā¦ kinda likes being around him. Thatās all. Especially since he knows what kind of effect he has on the other man. Even when he pisses him off. Itās the clash of an explosion with a fire. It excites him and thatās something he canāt deny. Even if Yamamoto has some really weird fucking kinksā¦ Serves him right.]
Bullshit. You wouldnāt use a pillow for that. [Heāll still have that second pillow. For reasons.] I know at least three different body parts youād rather put in my mouth, you risk-taking asshole.
[ooc: come for the texting, stay for the bullshit.]
[ The shift in their relationship has been slow and gradual. Barely perceived changes and concessions that each seem so small and insignificant on their own but when studied side by side weave a complex tapestry between them. A part of Yamamoto knows that the smart thing to do is to walk away, yet the window of opportunity for that has long passed.
Yamamoto closes his eyes and envisions blood red eyes, a sneering mouth, and a raspy growl. The corner of his mouth twitches, wishing Bakugo was there, snarling into his ear what a dumb fuck he is for getting shot.
There is something about Bakugo's vulgar mouth that just does it for him. It makes him want to lunge forward, to capture those lips between sharp teeth and bite them red and swollen. To swallow his insults and threats, sucking and licking the words right off his tongue and until all that's left is shuttered breaths and an entirely different sort of danger.
Yamamoto trails a hand over his chest, skimming over bandages and feeling the array of old scars that litter his tanned skin. Would Bakugo be the same? Little bumps and dips all across his body like badges of honor won in past battles? ]
definitely more than three.
[ And the grin on his lips turns wolfish, a tiny victory in what is left unsaid. Not that Yamamoto couldn't get him to moan, not that he would murder him for suggesting it, but rather a dig at all the things Yamamoto wants to do to him. With Bakugo, what is left unsaid is often what rings the loudest. ]
i'll have to make sure you have all your rabies shots beforehand
[He wouldāve never given him a second glance. But that grin as he escapedā¦ Itād stuck with him, harder than he ever couldāve thought. Enough that the next time he saw the man, Bakugo went straight for him. Sure, all due to wanting some paybacks for escaping the last time. Owed him an explosive punch to the face. But that time and the time after and the time after that, āsuccessā was never to be had. Drove him nuts.
Those little changes kept leaking in. From the first āI just want to talkā meeting to the first time he warily accepted meeting the other man for a meal. Little things. Little steps. To the first time he actually pulled a punch and held back going against that damn sword. To the first time he aboutfaced and blasted the assassin who thought trying to take off Yamamotoās head while he was distracted in another fight was a great idea.
Bakugoās eyes lid halfway and his mind wanders along the manās face. That smile ranging from cheery to confident. The slope of his neck melding with those broad shoulders. The husk of his voice, young and yet so full of āIāve seen thingsā depth. His eyes, those striking orbs of brown/gold/amber/honey (he can never make up his mind). What kind of excuses would he make for getting shot, he wondersā¦
Izuku has the same kind of self-sacrificial, friend-focused, eternally-cheerful, stupid attitude. And yet, for some damn reason, Yamamotoās version is easier to tolerate and annoyingly encouraging. Bakugo feels like heās as likely to clap a hand over the manās mouth to shut him up as he might be willing to take a kiss on the mouth to get the same result. Even if heās psyching for it somewhere in his mind, he knows itās going to be a shock when it actually happens.
Damn this weekend for getting raincheckedā¦ What he wouldāve done with him, the marks he figured heād leave on his body, sending Yamamoto back to his world with outlines of his teeth on his neck and red bruises glowing on the underside of his arms and the inside of his thighs and wherever else he could think to make them. Until that damn mouth of his was nothing more than a mess of hot breath and moans.
What other scars would be on Yamamotoās body? Bakugo may be young, but his experience and battles as a hero have left him with scars of his own. From the occasional cuts to burns to stabs. Probably not as many as Yamamoto, since the young heroās pride and skill make it so he doesnāt get hit very often. But heās not perfect, despite his bragging to the contrary. As he wanders his hand down his chest, feeling over the round of muscle and the ripple of his abs, fingers playing at the occasional rise or dip on his flesh from an old wound, he lets his mind drift the same, but on a different body.]
Iāll fucking chew you up and spit you out all you want.
[Give him the opportunity and heāll take it. Three parts or even more. Itās annoying that the guy can sometimes pick up on the things he doesnāt say. But itās a futile attempt to stop him and Bakugoās not about to voice that kind of shit. Too proud.]
Maybe Iāll change my mind then. Donāt want to get lead poisoning from your bullet-riddled butt.
[Hey, sometimes, the old phrases still make it through the comics from his youth.]
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Date: 9/27/20 03:46 (UTC)Thatās fucking normal.
[For both of them. Probably not the same kind of rough, considering Bakugoās still a student with part-time hero work and Yamamoto isā¦ he wants to say a yakuza, but doesnāt quite think thatās the correct term / description of the other manās job. Which is kind of makes the hush-hush nature of it even more obvious. He does know that, at some point in the future, itās going to become a problem. Whatever the older manās into, itās illegal despite the protectiveness and friends he has within the work. It likely wonāt be seeing eye to eye with the Hero Society Bakugo and the other students of U.A. are part of. Wonder if he has any connection of Overdrive (Kai Chisaki); heās part of another yakuza family in Japanā¦ Thatās a question thatās probably never going to come up.
Either way, theyāll deal with that issue when and if it comes up. Heās not scared at all about what might come after him from Yamamotoās side of the walk. Clashing with the heroes is a bad idea for anyone. Despite his personal
friendshiprelationship with the other man, Bakugoās still a hero. Of course, this is all just what heās assumed and pieced together from the vague hints, clues, stereotypes, and other shit heās received from Yamamoto, willing or accidental. Justā¦ itās obvious he tolerates (likes) the other man to a degree heād be really bothered if they had to truly come to opposing sides. Theyād clashed before, though never in a way that suggested they were directly going for each other. Bakugo always feels their not-a-spar fights are due to accidentally being in the wrong place at the right/wrong time. Itās a weird relationship.But itās happened and itās grown into this. He never wouldāve given Yamamoto a second thought if the man hadnāt fucking got away during their first encounter. And not the āvillain manages to escapeā sort of get away, but in the āyeah, Iām done hereā sort of taking his fucking leave. Pissed him off to no end. Even worse when they met again and the bastard FUCKING GOT AWAY! Then had the audacity to contact him! Which eventually turned intoā¦ yeahā¦ all this. Having a meal with him was strange enough, but the texting and the conversations and everything else kept building up. Until he found himself somewhat ācaughtā in the man known as Takeshi Yamamoto. That calm and friendliness that drives him up the fucking wall with Izuku are somehow less abrasive with Yamamoto and heās able to tolerate them just a little better. But thereās a strength to him and a mysteriousness that Bakugo reluctantly respects and feels drawn towards, born from his inability to capture the damn guy. Initially due to skill, but nowadays due to lack of want to.
He doesnāt really care to catch him now. Hell, doesnāt really care to figure out that mystery. Itās different. He simplyā¦ kinda likes being around him. Thatās all. Especially since he knows what kind of effect he has on the other man. Even when he pisses him off. Itās the clash of an explosion with a fire. It excites him and thatās something he canāt deny. Even if Yamamoto has some really weird fucking kinksā¦ Serves him right.]
Bullshit. You wouldnāt use a pillow for that. [Heāll still have that second pillow. For reasons.] I know at least three different body parts youād rather put in my mouth, you risk-taking asshole.
[ooc: come for the texting, stay for the bullshit.]
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Date: 9/28/20 04:34 (UTC)Yamamoto closes his eyes and envisions blood red eyes, a sneering mouth, and a raspy growl. The corner of his mouth twitches, wishing Bakugo was there, snarling into his ear what a dumb fuck he is for getting shot.
There is something about Bakugo's vulgar mouth that just does it for him. It makes him want to lunge forward, to capture those lips between sharp teeth and bite them red and swollen. To swallow his insults and threats, sucking and licking the words right off his tongue and until all that's left is shuttered breaths and an entirely different sort of danger.
Yamamoto trails a hand over his chest, skimming over bandages and feeling the array of old scars that litter his tanned skin. Would Bakugo be the same? Little bumps and dips all across his body like badges of honor won in past battles? ]
definitely more than three.
[ And the grin on his lips turns wolfish, a tiny victory in what is left unsaid. Not that Yamamoto couldn't get him to moan, not that he would murder him for suggesting it, but rather a dig at all the things Yamamoto wants to do to him. With Bakugo, what is left unsaid is often what rings the loudest. ]
i'll have to make sure you have all your rabies shots beforehand
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Date: 9/28/20 15:56 (UTC)Those little changes kept leaking in. From the first āI just want to talkā meeting to the first time he warily accepted meeting the other man for a meal. Little things. Little steps. To the first time he actually pulled a punch and held back going against that damn sword. To the first time he aboutfaced and blasted the assassin who thought trying to take off Yamamotoās head while he was distracted in another fight was a great idea.
Bakugoās eyes lid halfway and his mind wanders along the manās face. That smile ranging from cheery to confident. The slope of his neck melding with those broad shoulders. The husk of his voice, young and yet so full of āIāve seen thingsā depth. His eyes, those striking orbs of brown/gold/amber/honey (he can never make up his mind). What kind of excuses would he make for getting shot, he wondersā¦
Izuku has the same kind of self-sacrificial, friend-focused, eternally-cheerful, stupid attitude. And yet, for some damn reason, Yamamotoās version is easier to tolerate and annoyingly encouraging. Bakugo feels like heās as likely to clap a hand over the manās mouth to shut him up as he might be willing to take a kiss on the mouth to get the same result. Even if heās psyching for it somewhere in his mind, he knows itās going to be a shock when it actually happens.
Damn this weekend for getting raincheckedā¦ What he wouldāve done with him, the marks he figured heād leave on his body, sending Yamamoto back to his world with outlines of his teeth on his neck and red bruises glowing on the underside of his arms and the inside of his thighs and wherever else he could think to make them. Until that damn mouth of his was nothing more than a mess of hot breath and moans.
What other scars would be on Yamamotoās body? Bakugo may be young, but his experience and battles as a hero have left him with scars of his own. From the occasional cuts to burns to stabs. Probably not as many as Yamamoto, since the young heroās pride and skill make it so he doesnāt get hit very often. But heās not perfect, despite his bragging to the contrary. As he wanders his hand down his chest, feeling over the round of muscle and the ripple of his abs, fingers playing at the occasional rise or dip on his flesh from an old wound, he lets his mind drift the same, but on a different body.]
Iāll fucking chew you up and spit you out all you want.
[Give him the opportunity and heāll take it. Three parts or even more. Itās annoying that the guy can sometimes pick up on the things he doesnāt say. But itās a futile attempt to stop him and Bakugoās not about to voice that kind of shit. Too proud.]
Maybe Iāll change my mind then. Donāt want to get lead poisoning from your bullet-riddled butt.
[Hey, sometimes, the old phrases still make it through the comics from his youth.]
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Date: 10/4/20 01:16 (UTC)Then I'll kick your ass all over the court.
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Date: 10/4/20 01:44 (UTC)[Or in other cases, tolerate it. To a degree.]
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Date: 10/4/20 20:52 (UTC)It's just nice. I missed you.
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Date: 10/4/20 21:16 (UTC)I'm not like this with everyone!
[ No he absolutely is just to different degrees. Ignore him. ]
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Date: 10/4/20 21:19 (UTC)[Just different degrees.]
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Date: 10/4/20 21:21 (UTC)[ And All Might, who Izuku can't even comprehend being suspicious of for any reason whatsoever.
...not like he's ever been suspicious of Katsuki, either... ]
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Date: 10/4/20 21:28 (UTC)You're always this nice to everyone.
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Date: 10/4/20 21:43 (UTC)small>[God, if somehow Deku started being mean to everyone else but Katsuki, their classmates would murder him.]
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