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text | un: hawks

[redfeathers]

That's a really long username, Bakugou-kun.

[blastedass]

What, you struggle with long names, Bird Brain?

text ( un: cornhater420 )

[orokapi]

hey bakugo it’s obikawa
can you punch me??

[ What a great way to start a conversation after a month. ]

[blastedass]

[ooc: sorry for the delay; i was run over by the hurricane]

WHAT THE HELL?!

PUNCH YOURSELF!!

text; un: dabi

[skinstitch]

hey stupid hero. there's a party this weekend.
your ugly face better be there, or it won't be scary enough.

[blastedass]

that sounds fucking stupid.
if you're going, it's already terrifying.

text ; un: wildflower

[loosestrifes]

( Well, he came here to ask for something, but this username gives him a pause. He'd be laughing if he wasn't busy dealing with a situation. )

I need your help, Mr. Hero. Are you busy?

[blastedass]

[Laugh at your peril. He takes great pride in his hero name!]

What?

[As friendly as ever.]

action ; after the thread on hiyoris post

[loosestrifes]

( fifteen minutes should be enough time to cool off, but esikko finds himself even more worked up by the time he gets to Bakugo's door. he knocks, an impatient and overly aggressive sort of rapping of his knuckles, and waits, arms crossed, staring a hole in the door itself. )

[blastedass]

[He said fifteen minutes and he's there in fifteen. Technically more like ten, but whatever. Bakugo opens the door once Esikko knocks.]

Don't move.

[And gives a thorough inspection of his doorway for any shitty mistletoe sprigs. Once he discerns there's none, he steps back into the grande suite and gestures for Esikko to come in. He can shut the door behind him.]

What do you really wanna know?

text; un: dabi

[skinstitch]

i'm taking dad.

you can keep the bird.

( he doesn't like hawks, hates his two-faced bullshit, wanted to see him burn like his pretty little feathers, but: he doesn't need him. if the kid wants to look after something, then he'll leave him something to look after. this is his olive branch, don't fuck it up. )

if he comes back somehow, though, you tell me.
merry christmas, firecracker.

[blastedass]

take care of them, todoroki.

[that's all.]

christmas gift delivery

[loosestrifes]

( Holidays around the resort are nonspecific, apparently, and span across a few days. So it's tonight that Bakugo has a staff member knocking at his door to deliver gifts from one "Sir Esikko"— a lovely looking aloe vera plant with a care instruction card, hand-written and overly detailed, a sweatshirt that's stylized to be more like hanbok, and... a spiky choker that looks more like a dog collar. That one's mostly to embarrass him.

Along with the gifts are a note: Happy holidays, even if they're all new to me~ Recently, I got quite heated, but you still treated me kindly. Maybe we're friends, after all? I'd like that, at least. But if we are, don't disappear on me, okay? That's the deal. - Esikko

P.S. I recently was ranked all the way up to Ace. Stop by some time, if you want.

Along with his new room number. Don't mention any of his soft comments or he'll tsun about it, though!! )

[blastedass]

[Seriously? With the cold weather bringing in winter season, Bakugo had hoped it was generic and nothing else. Apparently that's too much to wish for, since some people are into the holiday spirit. He's grown into a grump about the entire thing, so at least there aren't any annoying Christmas parties someone's trying to drag him off to. Getting a gift hand-delivered by a staff member is fucking weird...

He could've recognized who the gift comes from the moment he lays eyes on it, but some asshole had to announce it to his face. Dammit, don't spoil the fucking surprise! Now scram! And slams the door after the staff. Fuck your tip, walking spoiler. Hn, aloe vera. Yeah, yeah, the multiple meanings aren't lost on him. Easier to care for, spiky and sturdy, helps soothe burns. That sweatshirt is gonna get use without a doub-

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS GODDAMN SPIKED CHOKER?! HE'S NOT A DAMN DOG!! ESIKKO, YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!!

Shoving it into the drawer under his boxer briefs, Bakugo seals it away for... uh... ever. Maybe. And instead settles on reading the note. Not sure if "kindly" was how he treated Esikko, but they did get into an argument. Tch. Friends. Don't disappear. He can't promise that last one and it's fucking annoying to pressure him on it, even if he knows Esikko means it well. A brow arches at the new of Esikko ranking all the way up. Huh... interesting.

He's gonna have to do something to catch up. Somehow.

It's later on in the day that Esikko will find a package outside his own door. No stupid delivery service. Wrapped in smart black and rather sturdy. Inside, nestled in plastic wrap, is a Japanese-style bathrobe, likely best used in warmer weather compared to this cold crap... But what is good for winter is a wide variety of dried hot chocolate drink mixes packed in layers at the bottom of the box. Should be enough to last Esikko a good while if he doesn't go for them daily. Or do. There's about 30. (Look, they're not expensive.) Go wild and rot your teeth.

A small note sits atop the robe:

Don't freeze out there. I'll come by your new place later.

~ Bakugo

That's all. Mostly because he's not going to mention all the mushy crap and he's certainly not gonna write any either. Besides, he has questions about the rank change and would rather ask in person. Also, Esikko better have his shit in order now that he's got a bigger suite. He didn't clean up your room just so you could rank up and blow his efforts out of the damn water...]

christmas delivery.

[skinstitch]

( --sort of, anyway. true to his word, he only took the statue of endeavor with him: and with a little help from a guy who's used to rearranging heavy things into marbles, he's managed to get hawks' statue right to the side of bakugou's door, out of the way of the hall but still right there, unable to be missed.

it's also been decorated with some green and red tinsel, some battery-powered string lights, and a ridiculous santa hat, perched on top of his equally ridiculous statue hair. down at his feet is a small red bag, which contains a bottle of sparkling wine and a neatly-folded set of clothes: black jeans, a red t-shirt, a red sweatshirt, and red underwear. there's no card, but instead, a sprig of mistletoe on top of the pile, the leaves a little singed. )

[blastedass]

[tch, bastard. he's not sure how he feels about this. there are a lot of conflicts. out of all the ways he could potentially handle this... a week. he waits a week for a decision, then opts for what's probably the least confrontational on his part. even if that means snagging a cart and moving hawks' statue back into his room. holiday vandalism included.

as for the bonus, he's left sitting on the bed, he turns the bag over in his hands, wrestling with shit. it's obvious thought went into this thing. didn't think the guy was the type. but here it is. multiple intents and all. clothes were their first interaction after all. at least he tries them on. and they fit well. creep.

the mistletoe goes up in smoke with an explosion.

a day after the delivery, a simple package appears on dabi's doorstep, wrapped in black paper. inside rests two large packages of soba noodles, some dried nori and negi for toppings, and a sealed pot of dipping sauce.]

Backdated to 12/25

[tfy]

[On the day of the 25th, Bakugo will receive a package! Inside the gift box he'll find three items.

First, a stereotypical hero mask. Then, a hero's cape! You know, like this kind of thing. Both are in Bakugo's signature shade of orange. I just thought a hero should have a cape and a mask! is all he writes by way of explanation.

The third item isn't a cheap gag gift. It's a box of seasonings and spices: a nice variety. You said you like to cook for yourself, and I know it can be hard to find spicy food around here that doesn't include "that" kind of spice. So, I got you your own seasoning kit! All these spices should be perfectly safe to sprinkle all over your cooking, he writes. And it's true—he asked one of the royalty cards he knows to verify with the staff that nothing was spiked. Surely the staff wouldn't lie to a royalty card... right?

Merry Christmas. I'm sorry you have to spend it away from home, but I hope you have a lovely holiday.

The note is signed with his signature!]

[blastedass]

[At least this one's not hand-delivered by some fucking bellhop wanting to ruin the damn surprise. Bakugo slides his fingers under the seams and tape, popping the wrapping open one quick sweep at a time. The resort encouraged winter traditions like mistletoe and hot chocolate; why the hell should it skip out on Christmas? ... As long as it's not pervert.

Oy. Is this guy trying to mock him? He arches a brow, eyes full of orange cape and mask. Unlike Midoriya, Bakugo's never been fond of wearing capes. Hiyori's little note earns a wry snort, but at least the thought counts? He's not sure what to do with it, but for now the pair's tucked away in his dresser drawer. Could alter them later to suit his style.

Mild needling aside, Bakugo turns the seasoning and spices over in his hands, inspecting each one curiously. Dammit, Parrot, who said you could look out for him like this? He takes Hiyori's word for it and puts them back in the box for moving later. Probably gonna give one a try tonight with a few fish fillets.

Spending the holiday away from home is... frustrating. As much as his classmates irked him with their last Christmas party, they were still there, he was at home. Now it's this gilded prison. At the very least, nothing bad happens for the day, so Hiyori's hope came true.

A few hours after, however, a package is left by Hiyori's door, silent and waiting inside green wrapping (deliberately a certain image color). Bakugo's not about to knock and get swept into whatever holiday festivities the idol's got going on. Did he actually spend time shopping for this guy, enough to get him a few things? ... Yes, but you won't see him admitting to it.

Inside rests a plastic-wrapped salmon quiche, big enough to share, and four apple tarts. Homemade. Internet's a goddamn tattletale. And a small box protecting a strong smart key-ring like item. It's a charm collection ring (but can be used for keys if wanted) with a little silver apple, microphone, and star already added to it. Hiyori's free to find and add more from the different stores around the resort. An excuse to go shopping, right?

A small note rests atop it all:

Share these with someone you like. Or eat them yourself. It's your Christmas.

~ Bakugo.]

text ; un: wildflower

[loosestrifes]

I think I need your help. Are you able to hurt me if it's for my own good?

( The lack of context here is so suspicious... but he doesn't know how else to say it, and he's in enough pain that typing in the first place is difficult.

ooc: his request involves plant body horror and injury/blood so if you'd rather not, we can come up with a reason not to move forward!! no worries either way! )

[blastedass]

[WHY THE HELL DO PEOPLE CALL HIM ASKING HIM TO HURT THEM?! This is the third one!!]

What the fuck!? What'd you get into now?!


[ooc: i'm good with it, but lets see how it goes icly. if baku's not going to, he'll say it.]

un: eve (backdated to the casino party)

[tfy]

Baku-kun Baku-kun! 💥💥 You'll never guess who I just played cards with!

[blastedass]

[Loud, even in the fucking inbox.]

Spit it out.

text ; un: wildflower

[loosestrifes]

🍆💦

( he learned something today, so Bakugo has to endure it )

[blastedass]

[DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!!

WHO TAUGHT HIM THIS SHIT?!]

THAT'S BACKWARDS!

2/14 delivery

[loosestrifes]

( Cooking is very hard, baking is even harder, and what does making chocolate even count as?! Esikko still hasn't decided.

Bakugo will wake to a square, red box left at his door, tied neatly shut with a bow to match. There are handmade chocolates inside! They're all made really pretty, at least, with most of them looking like the little explosion emoji, but one of them is a little different...

💥💥💥💥💥
💥❤️💥💥💥
💥💥💥💥💥

Unfortunately, though, they don't taste very good at all... Some are clearly from different batches, their textures are odd after you bite past the pretty exteriors, and the heart one has a filling that was probably supposed to be some kind of strawberry jam? Somehow it's burnt. They're also insanely sweet because he tried to make up for all of this by just putting more sugar in...

This is a genuine attempt, though, and he hopes that much is clear from the effort, but. He's ashamed enough to not leave a note with it. )

[blastedass]

[Handmade chocolates. That's easy enough to make out. It's obvious the person used a mold and put in the effort to make them look nice.

But who's it from? On the one hand, knowing they're personal means the hotel didn't do shit with them. No note, no explicit decorations, no green rules Hiyori out, no flowers or floral scent rules Esikko out, the lion wouldn't do this, and a few more tick down in his head. Damn.

On the other hand, after a serious bout of consideration before trying one-- GUH!! Holy shit! They're crap! sorry esikko Way too sweet! How much sugar's in these things? The insides taste burnt too! HOW?! Bleh. One of those sad lessons in "looks great tastes awful" attempts.

Yeah, he recognizes an attempt was made...

... Tch. Burnt filling one aside, he can salvage these by melting them down and diluting the mixture with straight up cocoa or very dark chocolate.

There are only a few people he knows who would even bother with something like this to him and at least three of them can't cook well! ... So congratulations Mystery Gift man, Bakugo's a trifle stumped.]

text ; un: wildflower

[loosestrifes]

( There's the chaos of the new "game" starting, so this text comes a while after it's started. In the downtime, between dealing with the influx of arrows and annoying little babies, Esikko finds himself back in his room, temporarily safe. But having already been hit by an assortment of arrows, he's not really safe, not from everything.

This huge suite is so isolating. And unlike normally, where he sucks it up and ignores it, writes in his journal a little, maybe draws some flowers or takes care of other plants— this time, he can't get the thoughts out of his mind until he does something.

And so. A message... That's a step, right? Not so irritating, but a small bandage over loneliness? )

How are you holding up?

[blastedass]

["KA-BOOM!!" Yeah, the sound of an explosion is Bakugo's chosen alert noise for the watch when he gets a message, text, or notification. He's a nerd, but won't tell anyone. Fuck off. Glancing down at the watch, he flicks up the keyboard to type.]

Good.

text; un: dabi

[skinstitch]

you ever have stupid little slumber parties at your perfect little hero dorm?

[blastedass]

the hell? you're so damn random.

i didn't. i'm not letting some stupid extra interrupt my sleep.

@eve

[tfy]

[2 days after their event thread, as promised!!]

✨~The Green Lantern!~✨
✨~The Pretty Soldier!~✨
✨~The Glimmering Guardian!~✨
✨~The Sunshine Striker!~✨
✨~The Luminary of Love!~✨
✨~The Dazzling Dynamo!~✨
✨~The Avenging Aristocrat!~✨
✨~The Singing Sentinel!~✨
✨~The Radiant Ranger!~✨
✨~The Good Weather Warrior!~✨
✨~The Luminary of Love and Justice!~✨

Those are just the names I've come up with so far. Any feedback?

[blastedass]

[Does he remember what they talked about? Yes. Does he remember how he acted? Unfortunately. Does this mean he's gonna be a nice guy about it? NO!

Hiyori wants ratings, he'll rate him.]

You'll get sued.
Generic.
Wanna be called "GG" forever?
Maybe.
Don't be gross!
BACK OFF!! THAT'S MY TERRITORY!!
Maybe. hilarious
Lame.
You don't even know what a ranger does.
Nothing about you deals with weather!
Stop ripping off other manga!

[Two out of eleven aren't horrible odds? This guy likes alliteration, doesn't he...]

A hero name is supposed to convey an image or feeling summarizing what you are to other heroes, villains, and civilians. It's everything about you.

Heroes don't change their names on a whim. You're picking what you wanna be called your entire career.

text; un: cyclops (two days after cupid event)

[laserguy]

[Come on Summers, don't be a pansy. Yeah, he could've waited for the possibility of Bakugo sending him a message, but he should be the one to contact him first. He was the one affected by that arrow. Check up on Bakugo-- check on someone that is a friend and would honestly be upset if he lost said friendship with. It was just a lot of feelings because of the date caused by the arrow, but man up.

Check on your friend. At least see how he's doing.]

hey.

[Starting strong here.]

[blastedass]

[He remembers. He remembers everything he did and each way he acted during the past few days. At the very least, he managed to avoid getting struck even more, but... fuck, the fact he got hit at all!! AND THE SHIT THEY DID TO HIM!! Goddammit, he hates this place.

*bvvvt bvvvt* ... boom!

Bakugo glances at his watch after the alert, tensing slightly with the username. Shit. Uh... what the hell's he supposed to say to that?! He went on a DATE with this guy!!

Ugh... fuck...]

smooth.

text; un: dabi

[skinstitch]

happy birthday, firecracker.

i got your gift, so you tell me when you want me, and where.

[blastedass]

[damn, he remembered. as expected well he did trade.]

thanks, crispy.

i'll be on the fifth floor by the stairwell in thirty minutes.

Sometime in April

[artcritic]

[Bakugo gets a note slipped underneath the door of his room.

Well, an envelope, not a note. Big envelope. Yusuke doesn't really want to bother the guy, but he also feels like he should do something as a thank you for helping him out with portraits.

The envelope contains a ridiculously detailed drawing of Bakugo, with Japanese flair to it, in bold strokes of yellow, red, and black.

The drawing is accompanied by a note that says:
"I haven't properly thanked you for helping me out with paintings. I am not sure if they were more than just haunted, but I am glad I didn't have a chance to find out.

I hope you enjoy the one that I made. I promise there is no magic involved in it, and it will not come alive. But if it does, thanks to Hotel's machinations, feel free to destroy it.

Sincerely,
Fox"

Oh- there's also a coupon for a free lava cake at the little caffee shop in the Valley. Better be careful how you open the envelope, it might just flutter under the bed, the coffee shop is stingy.]

[blastedass]

[Well, guess who just got the "due painting" he mentioned a earlier in the month. And it's impressive too. Bakugo takes a few minutes to appraise it. He's never really been into artistic stuff, outside of hero posters and figure model kits, but he's not blind to talent.

And it's a portrait of him, so damn right he wants to make sure Yusuke did him justice! (He did.)

No worries about that coupon getting away. He's more than able to flip his bed to chase it down.

The note is put in his dresser drawer with some other papers he's found important enough to keep.

Question is... "Fox"? That's not the nickname he gave Yusuke. Huh...]

text; un: cyclops (sometime after seeing the heart)

[laserguy]

[He's been feeling all kinds of fucked up and guilt since the heart shit. But. He wants to check in on his friends.]

hey. you available?

[He's already tried knocking on Bakugo's door, but no answer. He just assumes that his friend is out or something.]

[blastedass]

[What's it been? Almost a day since they got blown out of the damn heart chamber? Two days? More? Fuck, he doesn't remember. Hit his head harder than he thought. But as much as he'd tried to contact Scott afterwards, all he got was static. Something fucked up in the watch and it took a while for the damn thing to get back off the fritz. Whatever, he knew Scot wasn't gone or dead at least, and he could use some time to himself to deal with what he saw... what happened.

And look who it is. Tch, right. They need to talk about it.]

yeah. what?

[Sorry Scott. He's jerk even if he likes you.]

[text] un: lune.bleue

[maladie]

Are you awake?

@Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight

[blastedass]

[Lucky he is...]

What?

text; un: dabi

[skinstitch]

need you to help me find a statue.

name your price.

[blastedass]

[and immediately pissed off at the hotel]

where are you?

i'll meet you.

text, un: till

[xylophone]

i hate how stupidly long your fucking username is!!!

this is your grand plan ~ AMAZING

[blastedass]

wow, you're fingers are fucking weak, cat-eyes.

text; un: cyclops

[laserguy]

awake yet?

it's hard to tell now.

[blastedass]

[oh this brat. he really needs to kill him.]

i've been up since 5:30, shades.

un: mochanyava

[survivaltricks]

hey sparky

sparky!!

hey sparky!

i got some new digs!

un: Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight

[blastedass]

i read it the first damn time!

clothes or room?