[ Cute pout... Yuji waits until Bakugo's sat before he starts getting things out.
Folding a blanket on the bed, he starts to unpack things: there are some clearly hand decorated cupcakes with little tigers and dandelions on them, wobbly but still cute; there's another blanket, big and fluffy, that he puts to one side, a leather jacket, and a set of t-shirts with some dumb slogans on them. Right at the bottom is a polaroid of the two of them - when did he take it? Seems like at the med bay... ]
[He doesn't deny it this time. Since they're alone. He rests his elbows on his knees, hands dangling between his legs like a grumpy thug.
Oh shit, he really did this. Bakugo can tell Yuji decorated the cupcakes himself (the toppers are cute) and wonders if he did the baking too. A brow arches at the blanket... leather jacket, huh? T-shirts. This better not all be for him, dammit.
Bakugo pauses at the polaroid. Mostly because it's a hit of nostalgia. Reminding him they're both just two teenage guys living in a world together.
For a brief period, heroes and sorcerers, lilith, it all kind of vanishes. Leaving nothing but him and his friend in their little moment.]
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[ Blame Denji. ]
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I don't tell anyone. It's not a big deal.
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how the fuck'd you find out?!
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fine.
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coming
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The knock at Bakugo's door is not... Quiet... ]
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What the hell, Gari Head?
Yanking it open!!]
You trying to break my fucking door down?!
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[ Look at him! How can you shout at this face? ]
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Get in here before you wake everyone else up.
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No one else will hear me.
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Uh-huh. Is everything else okay?
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[ Putting the box down, he begins to lean in and open it. ]
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I'm just asking! Urusei!
[Don't question his being nice! Bakugo moves over to Yuji's side, looking at the box.]
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Yuji shifts, shoving him gently towards his bed. ]
Nope, sit down. It's a surprise.
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Fine. You went out of your way for this.
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[ Cute pout... Yuji waits until Bakugo's sat before he starts getting things out.
Folding a blanket on the bed, he starts to unpack things: there are some clearly hand decorated cupcakes with little tigers and dandelions on them, wobbly but still cute; there's another blanket, big and fluffy, that he puts to one side, a leather jacket, and a set of t-shirts with some dumb slogans on them. Right at the bottom is a polaroid of the two of them - when did he take it? Seems like at the med bay... ]
Okay! You can look.
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[He doesn't deny it this time. Since they're alone. He rests his elbows on his knees, hands dangling between his legs like a grumpy thug.
Oh shit, he really did this. Bakugo can tell Yuji decorated the cupcakes himself (the toppers are cute) and wonders if he did the baking too. A brow arches at the blanket... leather jacket, huh? T-shirts. This better not all be for him, dammit.
Bakugo pauses at the polaroid. Mostly because it's a hit of nostalgia. Reminding him they're both just two teenage guys living in a world together.
For a brief period, heroes and sorcerers, lilith, it all kind of vanishes. Leaving nothing but him and his friend in their little moment.]
Damn. You put together a gift package.
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[ Maybe just the cupcakes would've been fine, maybe just the jacket, or the photo, but he couldn't decide, so now it's just a mess of presents.
He huffs as he crosses his arms. ]
Happy birthday, dandelion.
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The pile is touching and he picks up the photograph, looking at it for a few seconds.]
Thanks, Itadori.
[It's sincere.]
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[ Yuji leans in without thinking too much about it, to sling an arm around Bakugo and hug him gently. ]
I'm glad we got to spend a little of it together.
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i'm going to fight you "his ginger" MY HEART!! this thread!!
fight me! if he gets to say "his dandelion" then "his ginger" happens! damn onion ninja.
me vibrating all day at work to reply to this
spills it all over this tag