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[blastedass]

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[blastedass]

A lot of villains are too stupid to read.

[They're not, but if you're too dumb to obey the law, then you probably can't fucking read either.]

[thundercrashes]

Mm.

[They've reached a lull in the conversation, and now Manjoume fidgets a bit, trying to figure out how to proceed from here. He's gotten Bakugou to come to his place, offered drinks and talked... is there more to this that he's supposed to be doing here?]

Do you have a time you need to be heading out at?

[blastedass]

[Bakugou's content to sit in the quiet and look around the apartment. He's never been one for chattiness. Talking just to fill the void's pretty stupid. Manjoume's left to wonder about his ulterior motives (heh) while Bakugou rests with his drink. The question gets a small scoff.] Whenever I want. Or until you kick me out.

[Whichever comes first.]

[thundercrashes]

[Oh.]

Unless you give me a really good reason to, I don't see a need to kick you out.

[This is the closest he can get to saying Bakugou can stay as long as he wants without sounding too gross and soft, maybe.]

[blastedass]

No shit. I'd see myself out first.

[He's not a bad guest and they both know it, even if they also both know they can get on each other's nerves pretty easily.

But he'll take Manjoume's compliment and silent permission in the same swoop.]

You're planning on doing more with this place in the future though, right?

[It's pretty bare bones.]

[thundercrashes]

Probably not until after I graduate, since most of my shit is still at the dorms. But once that happens, I can move my stuff from there to here, and then work on getting whatever else I need that I couldn't take back with me.

[blastedass]

[Bakugou's giving him a look over the drink. Could've just said "yes" and been done with it... but then he would've glared at just getting a "yes" and being done with it.

Can't win with this guy, Manjoume.]

That school's gonna be so quiet with your group gone.

[Probably to their relief. Though if Shepherd is still the principal...]

[thundercrashes]

Yeah, honestly. I wouldn't be surprised if Chronos-sensei is anticipating graduation even more than the rest of us... probably already dreading the idea of any future class reunions after the amount of noise and chaos the rest of my particular class and I have had in the school for the last few years.

[That man definitely deserves a vacation at this point.]

[blastedass]

He doesn't have to attend any reunions. He can tell you all to fuck off.

[Though considering what he's heard of the man, Chronos wasn't that fond of Juudai to begin with. Probably improved a lot throughout the years.

It's not like Aizawa hasn't had to deal with Midoriya being the catalyst for a lot of problems in his own class, to say nothing of Bakugou and Todoroki bringing in a lot of drama for different reasons.

The man's tired for a reason.]

[thundercrashes]

He could, but he won't. At least not to me, or Marufuji and Tenjoin-kun. It would make him look bad telling the top three graduates of this year to fuck off and never come back for a class reunion.

[... Was that supposed to be a stealth brag about himself being considered that highly? Knowing Manjoume, the answer is probably yes.]

[blastedass]

Uh-huh. You guys didn't annoy him as much as others?

[Granted being the top three graduates would certainly make it shady to deny your presence too, but if they piss the teacher off, why the hell would he bother subjecting himself to that?

Besides, Bakugou was implying Chronos-sensei tell the kids to fuck off when it came to inviting or expecting him to be at the reunion. The blonde smirks across his drink.]

He can skip out and avoid whatever calamity you all bring.

[thundercrashes]

Hey, I didn't do anything worth being annoyed over. If anything he should be honored at the thought that I'd even consider showing up to see him or anyone else again in any future class reunions.

[Uh huh, sure Thunder.]

[blastedass]

That's not what I heard.

[Anywhere from blowing Chronos' plans to abandoning the school to some fucked-up brainwashing society. Something about keys, pillars, and sacred cards, but Bakugou's not aware of much beside those fuzzy details.

Duelist stuff.]

Uh-huh. Bullshit. You'll be at every one of those reunions.

[thundercrashes]

You seem awfully confident about that. Is it becasuse you'll be attending every one of your own class reunions to show off, "Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight"?

[Yes, he does have that long name of yours memorized by this point, even if he rarely ever uses it.]

[blastedass]

[Don't turn the tease around on him, dammit! Bakugou glares across the way at Manjoume and flicks him off in response. But getting his hero name right means the guy dodges a yell.]

If I'm not on a mission, I'll think about it.

[Of course he'll say no, call it a stupid idea, and then go because Kirishima or Midiroya or Todoroki will talk him into it. Plus he might give a shit about those extras.]

[thundercrashes]

[Yep, Manjoume suspects that to be the case too. They're both very similar in that regard.

He's struck by the sudden thought, vaguely, or whether or not he and Bakugou will still be together by the time a school reunion happens far in the future. He certainly hopes that will be the case, rather than Bakugou potentially becoming bored of him...

Maybe this vague paranoid thought is the reason why, after a few minutes of silence has lulled between them, probably right when Bakugou is taking a sip of his drink, Manjoume suddenly blurts out with all the subtlety of a brick to the face--]

Do you wanna make out? I think we should make out.

[blastedass]

[Dammit, don't know him that well! Bakugou isn't admitting to anything Manjoume's figuring out. Midoriya or Kirishima would likely be the ones to cajole the blonde into going to the reunion, even if he bitched about it the whole way while he attended. Though Manjoume being the same way would probably mean both of them are gonna double dip.

Bored of Manjoume? Unlikely. Despite their different vocations, there's little boring about Manjoume. Even if he comes from rich blood, he doesn't use it, and seeks to make his own name for himself with his own work, something Bakugou values and likes.

But it's true Manjoume doesn't like to sweat as much as his boyfriend... which is good because Manjoume's a duelist and Bakugou's a hero. Even if he's very much aware Duelists can get their asses physically kicked on the dueling grounds. Holograms pack a punch.]

Bppth-! [Bakugou sputters short into his drink, head jerking forward so he doesn't spit it all over the table. He quickly pulls the cup back, growling and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.]

WHAT THE HELL?! You want me to fucking choke on that?!

[thundercrashes]

[If Manjoume had said literally anything else, maybe he would have started laughing inappropriately at Bakugou's reaction. Or bitched about how he better not spit his drink all over his goddamn table. Possibly both.

But instead, Manjoume winces slightly.]

Sorry?

[blastedass]

[Bakugou glares across the distance at the other boy.]

Who the hell just asks that?

[Manjoume's not winning any points for romancing. Granted, the explosive blonde's not someone who likes to beat around the bush. Being direct is more appreciated. But there are some things you don't direct!]

Where'd that even come from?

[thundercrashes]

... From the desire to kiss my very attractive boyfriend right now?

[Maybe this would sound more romantic if you didn't phrase it like a question, Manjoume.]

[blastedass]

[Ladies and gentleman, the smoothest criminal in YuGiOh.

Bakugou blinks at him, mostly due to the questioning nature of it... but then puts his drink to the side.]

C'mere then.

[thundercrashes]

[wow, that actually worked--I mean, of course it did, he's Manjoume Thunder. Master of seduction, this one.

He quickly gets up out of his chair and comes around to Bakugou's side of the table, placing his hands on the other boy's shoulders. He doesn't make to try to get in his boyfriend's lap here (but it would be very easy to pull him down to do so, if you wanna test if that chair can hold both their weights) but leans down a little towards Bakugou's face so that he can connect their lips together here in a kiss.]

[blastedass]

[It could've worked better, without making Bakugou almost choke on his damn water. "Master of Seduction" his fucking ass. The blonde looks up as Manjoume swings around to his side, narrowing eyes slightly when hands catch him by the shoulders. That's kind of forceful... but not in a bad way. Thankfully there's no attempt to climb into his lap, because he doesn't exactly trust the chair, but when Manjoume leans down to kiss him, Bakugou wraps an arm around his lower back and accepts it. Eyes close, a low hum rumbles in his chest, and he takes in the sensation and emotion all at once.]

[thundercrashes]

[It's not quite as awkward, nor as intense as the kissing they had been doing when on that rooftop. At least not yet anyway, but for now Manjoume is keeping it rather chaste.

He leans closer to the other boy with an appreciative noise when Bakugou puts an arm around his lower back, his hands curling a little tighter im their grip on Bakugou's shoulders. However, he also doesn't quite trust the structual integrity of the chair Bakugou is sitting in, so they're both just going to have to deal with the leaning over Manjoume is doing here for now.]

[blastedass]

[Bakugou tilts his head back a bit as he leans against the frame of the chair. Fingers skirt across Manjoume's wrist before wrapping around his forearm, the other hand's content to move to the duelist's side and wader on his ribs.

Manjoume's not exactly massaging his shoulders, but the tighter grip feels nice, getting a low groan out of the other boy as he presses into the kiss. Eyes closed, pulse picking up, until he finally lowers his head enough to break the kiss a scant millimeter.]

If you're gonna get in my lap, we should move.