👿 Open Post 3

[blastedass]

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( it's easy to let bakugou take the lead when it comes to their arrangement, mostly because he still considers bakugou to be the one most damaged: the one left most injured, in lieu of the healing smack that they'll likely receive in the early morning. despite the sharp ache in his side, he lets himself edge towards a boneless, weightless resistance on the mattress, his legs shifting where they need to go, his hips sliding, allowing bakugou to shift the blankets around to accommodate them both. his knees bend, arching his legs up towards bakugou's shins, tangling there despite their height difference; it keeps them rooted together, in a way, to keep touching him there, to have them so knotted together that it would take real force to extract them away from each other. for the sake of healing, even, the nurses might leave them alone, rather than pull them apart and cause further harm--such is his wishful thinking, anyway.

bakugou's words earn a faint breath, as he settles his head back down after one more scrutinizing look; his cheek pushes in against bakugou's collarbone, closing his eyes with something of a pained, playful sort of sigh. )

No one's asked me to look at apartments before.

( --as though that should explain his reaction, though it's true, he should have thought about it in his head before spitting out the words. he's still getting used to trying to think things through, really, and bakugou tends to inspire in him a pervasive sense of safety, enough that his initial thoughts and feelings blurt out of him because he knows the scolding will be good-natured, at best, no matter what bakugou might say or think. )

...I think I'd like to meet your parents. ( which doesn't really answer the question. ) It's proper that I make my intentions known.

( it's not like he's never met them before: just as it's obvious that bakugou has met endeavor countless times outside of training. but just like his apology, it feels like the right thing to do; he doesn't think that he needs to ask for permission, but rather, that he wants to show as much respect as possible towards the two people who cared for and loved bakugou up until this point. he might want to apologize to midoriya, too, for what he did to his best friend, for what he allowed his best friend to endure, but: when it comes to their relationship, best friends aren't quite as important as family.

would bakugou want to meet his mother? he's never asked. never wanted to share that part of himself, really, reluctant to tell anyone about touya, reluctant to admit the kind of damage he suffered--they all suffered--living in that house.

but his lips twitch, faintly, from where he's comfortable now against bakugou's chest: )

I can live with you. I don't have to be strong for that. You're not hard to be around.

[blastedass]

[don't let him catch wind of those thoughts or he'll be snapping comments about how he's fine and doesn't feel a damn thing. (then yell at todoroki for bumping his arm wrong. this guy puts up with so much whiplash.) ugh, keep all reminders about granny's healing smacks to yourself, dammit. every shift on the bed, every motion of the other boy's body, he pays attention to, eyes narrowed and nerves reaching under his skin as if he might sense his boyfriend's pain or struggle through tactile brush alone. legs feather along his own for a brief moment, he instinctively captures one of todoroki's ankles between his own under the sheets, refusing to acknowledge his selfish little action. a simple touch floods his chest with quiet relief and warmth, making his sheet-arranging actions a mite softer. knees slot between his own, leaving one likewise caught between todoroki's in a strange tangle beneath the bedding. one point after another blooms between them, contact and body touch. part of him bristles at how much his man's clinging to him, hot protests bubbling behind his tongue...

yet the other part wouldn't trade this stupid tangle for anything. he almost lost him today. some fucking asshole thought they could strip his life of the single most important person he held onto. fucking idiotic. brainless. and terrifying. a soft breath ghosts along his neck, he ducks his chin slightly in response as if to wipe it off, and fails to do so. faintest moisture, todoroki's own exhale, traveling from below his jaw to settle at his collarbone and topping his chest with the other hero's weight and another sigh. he tugs one arm from his side, uninjured one, and deftly drops it across a pair of broad shoulders, hand dangling like a capped over rounded muscle and bone.]

No shit. [he didn't need a reaction explanation; of course no one's asked todoroki to live with them. his shitty father wouldn't allow such an idea to manifest back then. but that man's no longer controlling his life. broken free from the ice and in control of the fire, his boyfriend's his own man now. and if he wants to look at apartments with the man determined to live his life alongside the future-number-2 hero, damn well is he going to! he's accepted his reality, from a naive blinking stare to todoroki's deku-like rumblings as he works through his thoughts aloud.]

"Intentions." Che. Seriously... [putting it like that makes him sound like he's gonna promise to have him back by eleven. and meeting his parents?! his parents aren't heroes! they're annoying! he already knows how the meeting will go! his mom and dad will love todoroki and talk to him so hard his cheeks'll the color of half his hair like they did the last few times! he rolls his eyes so hard he saw his amygdala. such "proper" formality his traditional boyfriend was so raised on coming through again. same with his neat-as-fuck kneel at the dining table and polite introductions. worse part is, he knows prevention's done. gone. already flattened under todoroki's intent. he's meeting his parents. (if this guy dares apologize to midoriya for "what he did" to him, both nerd and hero are gonna punk him right in his stupid face. one with frantic words, the other with a closed fist. guess which belongs to who.) no, the only thing now is to settle beside todoroki on the bed, arm locked protective and possessive about his upper body, fingers slowly wandering cross the front and side of his shoulder in gentle brushes. and...] I'll set something up for next weekend.

[they can talk about apartments. maybe even have some prospects before seeing his parents and having his mom and dad start talking interior design to his embarrassment at their nosy assistance. in time, when todoroki's ready, he can introduce him to the rest of his family. and he'll meet the other three again. natsuo likely wants to comment on his now-known hero name, fuyumi will have some kind of recipe he'll want to be given, endeavor's endeavor and he'll cross that bridge when they get there. as for his mother and older brother... same. a soft chuff flutters some of his boyfriend's bangs before he settles his mouth against his crown.] You better be the fucking strongest to live around me.