[ When Bakugo opens his door today he'll find a small collection of items waiting for him:
A physical copy of The Anatchist's Cookbook A simple holster made out of gray scales, the perfect size to fit a set of handcuffs. A dead fish.
There's no note or signature owing to the fact Godzilla doesn't know how to write. But who else is gray scaled, fish inclined, and so literal they'd send the Explosions guy a book about making explosions and smashing the state but in Goji's defense he didn't read that far.]
[So, after their lovely network spat on Friday, Yato decides to make some plans. Oh yes indeedy. He waits ever so patiently for when Bakugo will be out of his room - for work, whatever. Doesn't matter. Point is, the kid's gone for the day. And then he teleports in loaded to the hilt with boxes of duct tape. Rolls and rolls and rolls of the stuff. Miles of it.
Why?
For his "little" idea of turning Bakugo's room into a sticky, silver hell. He works all day taping the furniture up, covering the bed, replacing the bedding with duct tape "sheets" and "pillows", tapes up the bedside table and even the little kitchenette, so that the faucet and knobs are covered, too. He even weaves a duct tape rug to go on the floor, duct tapes the chairs, and wraps up the bookcase so everything on it is inaccessible. He doesn't touch the personal belongings, though, carefully placing them back in their original spots. But he does make up some duct tape curtains and silvery flowers to go in a duct tape vase he's made beforehand.
All this he accomplishes with gusto and glee, before leaving a duct tape card with a note inside, reading:]
[This... what the hell is this? Doesn't take a genius to figure out who sent it.
For a second, Bakugo thinks it's actually some crazy cookbook that throws conventional cooking out the window. When he opens it, however, he's immediately torn between insulted concern and puzzlement. On the one hand, he doesn't think Godzilla is stupid. Suggesting a hero to embrace anarchy would be a goddamn slap in the face... but he also notes the chapters on explosives and other self-defense things.
Which is probably what someone as literal as the king of kaiju would take most note of and not the rest. Hmph. He chooses to trust his friend and accepts it for the intent. Might actually show the guy some of the handiwork later.
The gray-scale hostler is annoyingly charming. Annoying because Godzilla better not have skinned any part of himself just to make this holster! Charming because if he simply used his doffed scales as material, that's close sentiment. The next time he sees Godzilla, in his police uniform, the kaiju will see the holster on his belt.
As for the dead fish... Bakugo will meet up with Godzilla the next day so they can share a classic snack of grilled fish with rice and tofu-miso soup.]
[For work. Dealing with his usual routine on the beat. The cold weather makes him irritable-- even more so than usual. Hours clock in a long shift, dealing with several shitty low-class criminals, and he's a grumpy, frigid mess by the time he returns back to the Everlight dorm. Storming his way back to his room like a bedraggled troll. Can't wait to grab a set of clothes, shower off, and crash in his bed for the night.
--!!
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" His room! "ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!" It's covered! Everything's completely covered! Red eyes bulge out of his face, flaring up, mouth warped into a fanged snarling roar of pure incredulous rage!! Every vein's pounding on his body. WHO THE FUCK DID THIS?! Several seconds of furious sputtering and yelling pass before he descends on the room with the squalling temper. Who would've done this?! This one? No! That one? No! No- NO! FUCKING HELL!! People know better than to start some dorm war shit on him!
It's not until he sees a card and rips it open-!!
...
...
...
That
Fucking
SON
OF
A
BITCH!!
*typical anime far-away shot of the everlight dorm*]
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