A revolver. What other technology do you have? Take it you're past the horse and carriage.
[Damn, so maybe Raidou's world is further along than he thought. Bakugo frowns in contemplation. The automatic being Raidou's choice here isn't surprising.]
Yeah, I learned to use one when I joined the force.
[Standard issue protocol, even with his Quirk and status as an Outsider.
Damn, there goes his plans of throwing a big party for Raidou's birthday. (No, he wouldn't do that. Bakugo doesn't like big parties in the first place and certainly wouldn't do one of his own unless roped into somehow.) But setting up a dorm-wide laser tag competition? ... Possibly.]
If an announcement goes out, a lot of people are gonna come.
[Hm.]
I'd want the best team... Just won't mention it's your birthday.
[Okay so perchance Bakugo would set up something small in the back people can stumble on and then the word will spread and it'll be Raidou's turn to squirm.]
I am from 1922, not 1822, yes? We have things like streetcars and automobiles. [He grins a little, shaking his head. He's been over this with other people here, but he never thought one would be Bakugo.]
I suppose if we tell the whole base, we will accommodate whoever wants to play. The more the merrier. It can just be a game for a game's sake.
[Many people have tried convincing him that it's fine for him to celebrate his birthday - or more like let others celebrate it for him. Even if it is a little embarrassing, he'll be gracious.]
[Growled in a dry tone. Sue him. Not really, but he certainly hadn't thought Raidou from the 1900s. Despite the look of his uniform, which Bakugo speculated was anachronistic, and calling him Shashou. The use of swords and demons and sealing rituals gave the indication of something not so modern. It's not like he and Raidou talked about the guy's past.
He quickly re contextualizes Raidou's world and time frame in his mind. The swordsman's uniform still looks military. Anyways, moving on.]
Haa?! Fuck that! If I'm going to play, I'm going to come out on top of everyone else! Team or solo!
[Always a competition with Bakugo. A game is never just a game. Why play otherwise? You keep score? That's competitive! SO SOMEONE HAS TO FUCKING WIN!
Bakugo grew out of birthday celebrations. Now it's a big deal over what he thinks is "nothing" and other people (his classmates) have never accepted that from the grouch. He'll agree with Raidou on this too.]
[ another scrap of someone else, quickly filed away like a clandestine note. ‘tofu spicy grilled with tuna or eel’ stuck in the same notebook as yor’s ‘any flavour + dango’ and malkuth’s ‘potato’. ]
It smells good.
[ how fascinating that a simple block of tofu could attain this aroma. despite the hiss and crackle, choso hovers an inch or two closer again, head up while he peers down the length of his nose at the goings-on in the pan.
this was a wildly different kitchen adventure from yuji’s attempts at chocolate. this was… cooking. ]
[ if only bakugou knew his flustered anger and empty threats at the sign of affection made him even more— enticing.
kacchan acting like sending sexy pictures wouldn't be a bold invite to have someone pleasure themselves to it. what did he expect denji to do? send him a 👍 and then talk about the weather? the hero knows what he was doing and he's not fooling anyone! however, all taunts are welcomed because they don't mean shit when he's having fun, and he sure did have a special time with those pictures.
they're back in their rooms; the celebration is over and the half-devil is still relishing the aftermath of such an eventful night. he took a shower, brushed his teeth, and got into a cozy t-shirt and sweatpants. it's a bit too early to sleep, but he's too tired to go out as well— denji ends up chilling on his bed reading a comic book, headphones on while blasting some mad music.
he gets a text soon after from the birthday boy, a bit surprised he's still awake. bakugou had the habit of a 65-year-old who goes to bed at 8:00 pm sharp. ]
[ She's putting her vectors to good use while there in the kitchen, at least. Her dishes pretty much wash themselves while she leans against the counter. ]
Oh yeah? What if my guinea pigs don't like anything you like and give me the wrong feedback? Then you'd hate it no matter what.
[choso's making a notebook of people's likes and dislikes. it's a good thing bakugo's had experience with midoriya, who does the same kind of obsessive note taking when it comes to people or things he likes. trivia monger... it's fucking creepy most of the time.]
Duh. I'm not making durian.
[once he judges the one side done, bakugo flips the twin slices, revealing a browned underside that's a bit shiny and definitely crunchy. they don't have a grill press to get the actual grill lines, but whatever. the seasoning in the herbs and spices mix with the oil and elevate the tofu's natural mellow bland.
bakugo's not going to hit choso with a mouthful of hot sauce on first-time cooking. mercifully...]
Spicy.
[yeah, he's not singling out a single flavor. deal with it.]
You've had some time to put shit in your mouth. What do you like?
[Bakugo's paying silent attention to the way she handles the dishes like that, noting the precision it takes and the lack of damage. Didn't think it was purely offensive, huh.]
How the hell are they gonna give you the "wrong" feedback if they like it?
[it's not like it's going to take him that long to figure it out...
while bakugou doesn't explicitly know what denji's doing with his pictures, he's also not an idiot when it comes to knowing what those pictures sent look like. the lack of pants, the low rim of the counter, a half-hiked shirt, of course he knows he's showing his body off as well as the shirt, and to someone he knows likes him, physically too.
just... not gonna think about it... much... in the meantime... denji jerking off...
oy! he goes to his room at 9pm most of the time and is asleep by 10pm like a NORMAL healthy person! then again, bakugou usually gets up around 5:30am, so the same 7 to 8 hours of sleep are had. that's healthy amount of sleep.
[ Megumi would never choose a restaurant that requires formal dress, with how he dresses on a regular day. He himself is dressed in an oversized shirt, baggy pants and sneakers. It's a decent attire for both laser tag and having a meal at a restaurant, if you ask him. Megumi walks up to him when he spots Bakugo. ]
[Good. They can both agree formal dress sucks and doesn't need to be required for food. Bakugo takes Megumi in with a glance, arching a brow at the guy's choice. very drapey clothing for someone who's lanky muscular rather than athletic bulkish. It looks very relaxed, like something you'd wear flopped barefoot on a couch during a snow day to read a book by the fire. which kind of fits megumi... a lot.]
I'm gonna murder that guy. [But he accepts the bag and gifts inside. Should've met up at the dorm if he was gonna give gifts... Wait, Megumi's got a humming bird drone, right? Well, Bakugo has a car too, so...
Megumi gets to see the blonde actually crack a brief, but genuine smile at the gifts, however. Quick little twitch up at the corner of the mouth.]
Heh. [The socks are pure dorky, Uni Hair. But the rolling pin is gonna end up a mutual present.] I'll use that.
[ not that denji ever needs to be updated with his whereabouts, since aki is a grown ass man and can do whatever he wants, yet his friend makes it a routine to share every single detail when he can. it's cute, but also - very much an anxious habit. denji didn't want to give the impression that he couldn't cope with being alone for too long.
back to bakugou- ]
we can continue the celebration by reading some fun comics together 😎
[it would make sense for denji to invite his friend to live with him in the same space. bakugou wouldn't consider doing that with todoroki or midoriya. he needs his own space and doesn't want someone else cluttering it. unless there's a relationship thing going on; then he'd make... exceptions. exceptions meaning "training" his partner.
bakugou makes a face at the text, but it's not a bad idea? he used to read comics when he was a kid. though there aren't any hero comics around... hm.]
[ ... where the hell did that come from? Even if he gets what she's saying. Surely there are other palates she's got to tempt as well. She doesn't just have to cook for him!
But yeah, she's not wrong about wanting to make someone he'd like needing him to vouch the results are good. Bakugo gives her a look. ]
If they say it's good, spice it up hotter and I'll try it.
[He can't give Yuji his all until he regains the power that was stripped from him upon arriving. But he's certainly not attacked Yuji with the intent to kill...]
Huh? ... Ah, Deku and Half-n-Half are here. [He frowns as that brings up something else in mind.] Deku showed up before, but then vanished. He thinks he was "put in storage" for two months.
[As in they kept his pod in the back. Which makes no fucking sense, and raises a lot of questions.]
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