[Now that he knows where it is and likely takes the elevator if he doesn't want to mess with the flights of stairs Bakugo foisted on him last time. The blonde's in the kitchen when Scott arrives, calling out for him to lock the door once he's inside. So no, Scott has to come out of the foyer (leave your shoes by the door) and get into the kitchen if he wants to drop off his gift.
Meaning he's got some time to hide it if he wants to be sneaky.]
[Scott luckily sees the way Bakugo's shoes are left by the door so that he follows suit, toeing them off his feet before he starts walking into the kitchen with the box still in his arms. He briefly thought about hiding it or something, but nah, he just wants to give it to his friend... and it's maybe a little more than that, huh?
They've known each other for months. Fucked quite a few times. And. Yeah. Plus the hotpot has stupid sentimental value, not that he'd ever admit something like that out loud. Bakugo will probably figure it out anyway.]
Making lunch for me? Thanks. [This brat. It's the first thing that comes to Scott's mind though, barreling through feelings and shit.]
[Welcome to Japanese customs, Scott. He'll get to the slippers another time, since he keeps his floors sparkling clean enough they can go barefoot without a problem. Probably has some kind of roomba or four running around cleaning shit at different times of the day. Little gold disc bug crawling about gobbling up dirt and microbes.]
Who the hell said that? [Shot right back over his shoulder as he turns to the other teen coming around the foyer separator. He's about to say something else when he notices the box in Scott's arms. A big box...]
Oy. [He better not have brought over some kind of gift...]
[So, how do you make the whole 'I wanted to stop by and give you a housewarming gift' not awkward and mushy? Scott still hasn't figured that out yet, despite thinking about it all the way here. Of course being upfront with Bakugo is definitely one way to go, it's just... feelings are hard and stupid sometimes. Even now. Especially now??
He's going to prolong all this just a bit longer by placing the box on top the kitchen island, seeing that it has a lot of space to just put stuff on. And no he isn't hiding behind the box or anything, because that's lame. Who would hide?? Not Scott Summers, future leader of the X-Men. Cyclops. Nope.]
...Thought you might want something like this for your kitchen.
[Comes the somewhat awkward voice from behind the box. Why is he acting like this again?? They've been on dates and shit, so they've done stuff like this before, but. Teen feelings, again.]
[You straight up say "I brought you a housewarming gift" with a grin and now it's just Bakugo griping about getting money spent on him and trying not to admit he's kinda touched. Scott's in the clear. But he's watching the box with a speculating eye, not entirely putting it past the mutant to be cheeky and stuff a big box with a few little mundane things and packing. Just to be a git.
Bakugo leaves the box for now and pulls open the cabinet to fetch two glasses. Only a few seconds later, he's got ice and water sliding over to Scott's place at the kitchen island, soon joining him in front of the box.]
Oh yeah? [What does Scott think he doesn't have in the kitchen? It's pretty stocked. He deftly sweeps his hand across the wrapping paper, snapping tape and ribbon in quick, efficient actions. Pulling it all away to reveal-
...] Heh.
[Well damn, Scott actually gets a little grin. Not the smug smirk or sneer Bakugo usually gives, but an actual impressed grin.] You really do want me to cook for you.
[Thanks for the water man, appreciate it. It honestly helps to settle some of those stupid butterflies in his stomach, especially as the cool liquid runs down his throat, but there's no fully erasing that bit of anxiety as he watches Bakugo unwrap the gift. It's so stupid, but it's dumber to deny how much he's come to care about the other teen and his opinion about shit.
How much it pleases Scott to see him happy about the stuff he does for him. Mushy shit, really.
...And now Bakugo's grinning now. Not a large smile, but genuine. Sincere. And while that stupid knot in his chest is gone, he's now smiling almost stupidly back in return. No, he's just grinning back, smirking. It's definitely a smirk, because that means he has to make hot pot for him. Yeah, the plan all along.]
That's the idea. [...Also memories of their first date.] And now you suggested it yourself.
[What a sap. Does Scott even know how multi-layered the gift is? A piece of his home, a reminder of their date in the hotpot shop, acknowledging what he likes. If this is the mutant's way of asking him to cook for him more, guess he can handle that. Usual griping and demanding reactions accepted. Bakugo shucks off the rest of the paper, biting back the urge to growl about how much this not-so-little gift set Scott back.
Enjoy the grin while it lasts, Scott, because he goes back to his usual RBF while turning the box around and reading over descriptions about what the hotpot does, how it works (some are electric, some just go right on the stove, some in the oven), and the like. Not someone to get a gift and yeet it to the side with nary a glance.]
Che. You know you've gotta go your own cooking at a hotpot dinner, dork.
[Granted Bakugo will likely be doing the prep work. Unless Scott comes by because then he'll sic him on it in the kitchen with him.]
Yeah, I remember. I had a very thorough instructor teaching me that day.
[...Not to mention the other shit that happened after that. Walking around in the Vale. Then feeling very sore after a certain car ride. But the hot pot itself is still its own thing, pleasant memories of eating together with Bakugo turning up in his mind. He wants to say thinking about that doesn't make him feel as flustered, but it does, just in a different way.
Scott clears his throat, before trying to play it cool. He leans forward against the counter while trying to maintain that easy smirk. It works like... 50%.]
[Smirk. Of course his mind's so happy to bring up the rest of their date. From their walk around the Vale to a steamy encounter in the car after a thrill ride around the garage. Are dates normally supposed to be so involved and busy? Who the fuck knows. Bakugo'd never been on a proper date until that, though he might have had dates before, but weren't called or identified as such. Date's just going out with someone else to do something... right?
Ugh. Bakugo shoves his mind back into the present and gets to work cutting open the box. Hell yeah he's gonna take it out and see how it looks all set up! It's even got the burner and ever thing.
[Just that ever present smile, mixed with a small smirk, seeing Bakugo look over the hot pot with an undeniably excited energy. Lowkey, but visible enough that makes Scott pleased.]
One of the stores. [A place he really doesn't frequent, honestly, because of the lack of space in his own suite. However, it definitely pulled through when it came to finding something actually good for his friend.]
[Hey, he's excited about having his own hotpot! His parents had one at home and they cooked in it every now and then, but there's something kind of "adult" and nostalgic about having his own here. The prep work to make the meal isn't bad either, given his speed and skill in the kitchen.]
Hn. I'll pay them a visit. [He saw it in glancing on the map, and ignored it. But now knowing what it can hold, he's gonna be heading down to see what else they've got.]
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Date: 6/12/25 14:43 (UTC)Meaning he's got some time to hide it if he wants to be sneaky.]
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Date: 6/14/25 15:13 (UTC)They've known each other for months. Fucked quite a few times. And. Yeah. Plus the hotpot has stupid sentimental value, not that he'd ever admit something like that out loud. Bakugo will probably figure it out anyway.]
Making lunch for me? Thanks. [This brat. It's the first thing that comes to Scott's mind though, barreling through feelings and shit.]
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Date: 6/15/25 01:15 (UTC)Who the hell said that? [Shot right back over his shoulder as he turns to the other teen coming around the foyer separator. He's about to say something else when he notices the box in Scott's arms. A big box...]
Oy. [He better not have brought over some kind of gift...]
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Date: 6/15/25 21:54 (UTC)He's going to prolong all this just a bit longer by placing the box on top the kitchen island, seeing that it has a lot of space to just put stuff on. And no he isn't hiding behind the box or anything, because that's lame. Who would hide?? Not Scott Summers, future leader of the X-Men. Cyclops. Nope.]
...Thought you might want something like this for your kitchen.
[Comes the somewhat awkward voice from behind the box. Why is he acting like this again?? They've been on dates and shit, so they've done stuff like this before, but. Teen feelings, again.]
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Date: 6/15/25 22:20 (UTC)Bakugo leaves the box for now and pulls open the cabinet to fetch two glasses. Only a few seconds later, he's got ice and water sliding over to Scott's place at the kitchen island, soon joining him in front of the box.]
Oh yeah? [What does Scott think he doesn't have in the kitchen? It's pretty stocked. He deftly sweeps his hand across the wrapping paper, snapping tape and ribbon in quick, efficient actions. Pulling it all away to reveal-
...] Heh.
[Well damn, Scott actually gets a little grin. Not the smug smirk or sneer Bakugo usually gives, but an actual impressed grin.] You really do want me to cook for you.
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Date: 6/17/25 00:07 (UTC)How much it pleases Scott to see him happy about the stuff he does for him. Mushy shit, really.
...And now Bakugo's grinning now. Not a large smile, but genuine. Sincere. And while that stupid knot in his chest is gone, he's now smiling almost stupidly back in return. No, he's just grinning back, smirking. It's definitely a smirk, because that means he has to make hot pot for him. Yeah, the plan all along.]
That's the idea. [...Also memories of their first date.] And now you suggested it yourself.
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Date: 6/17/25 20:28 (UTC)Enjoy the grin while it lasts, Scott, because he goes back to his usual RBF while turning the box around and reading over descriptions about what the hotpot does, how it works (some are electric, some just go right on the stove, some in the oven), and the like. Not someone to get a gift and yeet it to the side with nary a glance.]
Che. You know you've gotta go your own cooking at a hotpot dinner, dork.
[Granted Bakugo will likely be doing the prep work. Unless Scott comes by because then he'll sic him on it in the kitchen with him.]
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Date: 6/19/25 14:43 (UTC)[...Not to mention the other shit that happened after that. Walking around in the Vale. Then feeling very sore after a certain car ride. But the hot pot itself is still its own thing, pleasant memories of eating together with Bakugo turning up in his mind. He wants to say thinking about that doesn't make him feel as flustered, but it does, just in a different way.
Scott clears his throat, before trying to play it cool. He leans forward against the counter while trying to maintain that easy smirk. It works like... 50%.]
And happy housewarming gift, I guess.
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Date: 6/19/25 23:36 (UTC)[Smirk. Of course his mind's so happy to bring up the rest of their date. From their walk around the Vale to a steamy encounter in the car after a thrill ride around the garage. Are dates normally supposed to be so involved and busy? Who the fuck knows. Bakugo'd never been on a proper date until that, though he might have had dates before, but weren't called or identified as such. Date's just going out with someone else to do something... right?
Ugh. Bakugo shoves his mind back into the present and gets to work cutting open the box. Hell yeah he's gonna take it out and see how it looks all set up! It's even got the burner and ever thing.
Gives Scott some time to regain his composure.]
Where'd you find it?
did you want to start wrapping this thread?
Date: 6/21/25 15:10 (UTC)One of the stores. [A place he really doesn't frequent, honestly, because of the lack of space in his own suite. However, it definitely pulled through when it came to finding something actually good for his friend.]
Something called Nestgoods.
i'm good either way. head to a wrap, rest till the other threads wrap, pick at it~
Date: 6/21/25 19:01 (UTC)Hn. I'll pay them a visit. [He saw it in glancing on the map, and ignored it. But now knowing what it can hold, he's gonna be heading down to see what else they've got.]