[ WHO SAID SHE'S NOT TRYING TO LEARN KACCHI, GET YO LIFE TOGETHER ]
Sounds like a plan. Paste, syrup, sugar, simmer... [ She can already see it. The next batch will be incredible. Or middling but hey, progress is progress is progress. ]
[Raidou's been in a good mood the last few days, finally coming around after the last mission. His downtime clothes are as dark as his school uniform, usually, plain black clothes but of course, still with his hat. The only time you'll ever catch him in brighter colors are when he's in his shrine clothes.]
Hi there. Long day? Hopefully that's a sigh of a good birthday.
[ did he really think denji would purposely advocate for other outsiders to put their dirty lips on bakugou? the little faith you have in him is wild. the hypocrisy with this guy is even wilder; since denji had his own 'kiss me' shirt and it's a-okay for him to wear it, but for the hero it's a crime.
in his defense, people would want to smooch on bakugou more, so - the duality is valid 💅
another picture comes in, and this one is getting to him real good. today is the day denji is discovering plenty of new things about himself. by the time the other texts come in, the half-devil is still toying with the enhancements features on the device, further appreciating the selection of images he just obtained.
[ choso hustles, a considerable effort for a man who never runs unless necessity demands. it gets him back to everlight in short order (revelation? what's that?), slowing just enough on approach so that when he makes it to the kitchen, he isn't bursting in like some kinda impatient fool.
he still looks more On than he ever has, despite efforts; alert, upright, even his absurd pigtails seem to have more lift, but that could also be the air conditioning. ]
No name, no signature, no card. He hasn't done well starting out balance wise, but very clearly the light, fine grain, reclaimed wood that bares writing has been worked by hand and by heat. Maybe if Shoto's writing, designed in darker, purposefully charred areas on the sign weren't so distinct, it would be less obvious. Maybe if he hadn't used a very warm finger to heat carve "Dynamight" in English on what looks to be something that could be hung on a door, it would be less obvious. Given that it has a reclaimed bit of rope to hang it and a small hole in the two upper sides, that's probably what it's for.
Alas, it is obvious, but it is the gift that Shoto has at the moment, done in his spare time, done away from eyes that would otherwise have spoiled the surprise by seeing the work he was doing.
If it were any other day but Bakugo's birthday, then maybe it wouldn't have been a birthday gift. However, there it is, settled where Bakugo will certainly find it on the day of his birth. Shoto knows making a big deal about his birthday right now may not be what the hero wants, but the day is still precious and important to him because so is his friend.
[HIS LIFE IS ALREADY TOGETHER, DAMMIT!! He came downstairs, didn't he?!]
The paste and syrup will add color and thickening, while the water makes sure it won't burn as it reduces. [Just don't look away from it for too long because it has a quick turnover once it reaches a certain state...]
[He's glad to see the guy in a good mood; a lot of people have been down since the shitty disneyland raid and the electric geckos. Bakugo's not in anything lighter than black, so he and Raidou match well enough in that department.
And yes, he notes the hat's still there. Bakugo doesn't think he's seen Raidou in anything but black or his uniform.]
Tch. People don't need to make a big fucking deal out of it.
[He slips in and hangs by the doorway, like his usual shadow of a self.]
Seems like we don't have much of a choice. I think this base is too small. Hard to keep news like to yourself.
[His has gotten out too. Raidou didn't want to make a big deal of it either, but it also feels nice. He never really celebrated it before - he's not even totally sure the date he knows as his birthday is actually correct.]
[Bakugo closes the door and heads back to his desk, taking a seat on the seat and generally leaving his room open for Raidou to wander around if he wants. The hero keeps his room neat and clean, though there are some clothes on his bed folded, but not put away yet.]
Nothing in this base said they had to pester me all fucking day.
[Though for someone griping about it, he'd done fuck all to stop it or slam the door in people's faces when they came by or dropped things off. Guess it's not the worst thing...
...he missed Raidou's? Dammit! He'll have to make it up to him later.]
Movies, restaurant, laser tag, taste tested a lot of food.
[Which includes the package of cookies he's not moving to the side of his desk top in invite for Raidou to share with him. Hey, it's why he asked him down here. Well... "asked" being the operative phrase.]
You used dark chocolate.
[The comment comes with a brife, but obvious thumbs up of approval.]
[there's a smirk on his face when he texts the response back. no, bakugou has no thoughts that denji would actually be inviting other people to kiss him via a t-shirt prompt. that "little faith" is naught more than taunting him. even if the shirt's got a dorky backside, the implication of denji's own thoughts makes it rather charming. unless the half-devil is looking for a reason to get growly at someone trying to do what the shirt says... picking a fight with the world, denji?
bakugou wouldn't do much about denji wearing a "kiss me" shirt, outside of mocking him for it with his usual teasing tone. though he'd be mistaken to think the explosive blonde would let just anyone try to kiss denji. mutual friends or acquaintances bakugou trusts? ... probably would get a pass. someone like aki, for example. of course, the type of kiss might get an arched brow and comment afterwards.
and really, since denji's been kissed more times than bakugou has, that meta comment is sorely backwards.
he'll just have to torment the guy with another picture in the meantime, leaving the half-devil to figure out what to do with those pictures on his own time. at least the oculars are pretty damn good at quality photos.]
29:50.
[kind of sad to date the gifts when the source is nearby, denji...]
[bakugo's already in the kitchen, a pair of black sweats and a black tank top with a bomb design on the side capping off some dark slips. while he could have just fried up the tofu and been done with it, he's not the kind of person to do something half-assed. nope, he's already got an ice cube try out and knocking two cubes of frozen oil + herbs from the mold into the skillet on the stove top.
he looks over his shoulder when choso arrives, noticing the slight swept appearance of his hair. did this guy just fucking run here? what a dork. though the interest in his face is pretty noticeable.]
I noticed.
[at least he didn't "I am here" which would've hit bakugo in the heart. so thanks for that, mess hair. he turns back to the plastic container and the cutting board, one hand snatching a knife from the block nearby.]
It's the writing on the sign that gives away who created this for him. Both the charming atmosphere of the reclaimed wood and rope used for its backing and the knowledge Shoto used his Quirk to form the design and calligraphy on the surface elevates the item to a meaningful connection.
Of course, there's now the dichotomy of where to hang this. While the obvious would be on the door, he doesn't want someone to run by and yank it, deliberate or on accident. Hanging it over his bed or desk would be the optimal way to display it and keep the item safe. But on the other hand, not using it for what the sign was intended...
Meaning that ultimately, should Shoto pass by his door, he'll find the sign fastened not on the door itself, but to the wall beside it at general head height, the rope lifted above and arranged in a stylish sway that mimics an explosion setting off the wooden display.
Damn right people should know his hero name. And this is a great way to do it. Not to mention his thoughts will drift to his friend whenever Bakugo enters his room from now on. Shoto's likely going to find himself the recipient of a soba dinner coupon later on...
[Luckily for Bakugo, he has not missed Raidou's yet, coming up in short two weeks. But there is no way he's letting that out voluntarily when it already got dragged out of him elsewhere.
He smiles at the idea of all their friends dragging Bakugo this way and that around town. It even broadens a little when he gets that thumbs up from the other boy.]
Some recipes called for semi-sweet, some for milk, a few for dark. Figured I would try one of those. I wasn't sure I'd like it as much, but they came out well.
[Don't mind as he wanders over to grab one. Raidou has a real sweet tooth that he tries to not let on about, but with the more he starts baking, he won't be able to hide it too well.]
[Guess he's going to just have to hear it from someone... like what happened with him. What goes around comes around, you know that, right, Raidou? At least the blonde's not going to make a big deal out of it.
And yeah, there was a fair bit of dragging, though half of it was actually Bakugo taking one of them up on the offer and getting the hell outta dodge so others couldn't gang up and turn it into a fucking party on him.
Raidou's quiet company is appreciated more than Bakugo's going to say.]
Hn, are you suggesting you lucked out? [The explosive blonde's never been a fan of overly-sweet foods, outside of an uncommon treat. So Raidou's choice of dark chocolate amid the buttery spice and brown sugar is a nice contrast. Question is whether he did it on purpose for Bakugo.
Unfortunately, he already figured out Raidou has a sweet tooth; they cooked a cake together after all and he's seen the guy at two or three parties now. Bakugo gets up and pops open his mini fridge.] I've got water, juice, and tea.
[Take a pick.]
Laser tag's a shooting game where you eliminate opponents by hitting them with beams of light.
Maybe I should start paying you for cooking lessons.
[ He Knows Things, and she doesn't. And learning by herself is rewarding for what not to do but it's a waste of ingredients if it's a catastrophic failure. But they'd hardly ever have the time, she's sure. ]
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