( the breath that escapes his lips sounds incredulous. )
Why the fuck are you sitting that close to someone to be eating in their ear? Some manners you got.
( mildly, even though he notices, to his amusement, that short of the blessing leaving bakugou's lips, he does at least pause before digging into his meal. cute and well-mannered. he only knows a little about bakugou's family, and shigaraki probably retained more of that information than he did, but: he recalls that fireball of a mother he has, and figures that the manners training likely came from her.
both of his parents grew up a little more traditional--he'd been scolded for elbows on the table more than once, by both. but then, none of that really matters anymore.
he picks at his food more than he eats it, pushing around rice, neatly spearing a bite to put into his mouth for consideration. he knows that bakugou will likely get pissy about it if he doesn't eat, but judging by the way those fireballs are going down, he might soon lack the wherewithal to even notice. the thought makes him laugh, but it's just a breath through his nose as he swallows; there's a careless shrug. )
Guess you're looking in the wrong place. I feel like Esikko found all the horror shit within the first few months. Guess some people here think it's sexy.
( the seemingly bored drawl of his voice says he's not necessarily one of those people who watches that sort of thing for the sexual thrill of it--but it does mean that he's considering other things, as he picks at his food again. )
You'd rather watch stupid action flicks? Or dumb romance? Think they've got a lot of that crap, at least.
( it's hard to imagine bakugou being any kind of romantic--or so he wants to say, so he wants to believe, but his jaw is working, and his gaze is focused on the back of the bar, like the sentiment doesn't quite taste right, like it doesn't quite fit.
a sidelong glance, then, as he at least has another bite. ) Tell me what you like. I'll look.
Haa? I wasn't talking about me! I meant those annoying extras!
[cue a pouting scowl glowering at touya over the rim of his cup, practically bubbling his spicy drink in petulant ire.]
Don't tell me that bun-head vampire or the split personality guy didn't do that in your groupies.
[how the hell did the league spend their time together, holed up in bars or warehouses? he knows they watched television, had snacks, drank, probably played cards and talked. of course one or two of them's gonna be smacking away in someone's ear, talking with their mouth full, being an obnoxious twit. touya might be the distanced semi-straight-man of the group, but that means he got trolled for the same damn reasons dunce face and soy face kept taking piss shots as him! tch, people are people, hero or villain.
and excuse you. his manners are fine. like touya, he was raised in a proper family. scolded for chewing with his mouth open, told to keep his arms off the table, blah blah fucking blah till it was pounded into his head. his parents had their pride. with their own dysfunctional dynamics even all might and aizawa blue-faced over. the thought runs through his mind: what would his mom and dad say if they ever met touya? as in their son bringing the guy home for a meal or a date or-
URK! shoulders hunch and he chokes down a piece of food, momentarily caught in his throat. guh! fucking brain! shut up! fireball or water, neither matter because he's throwing one back and chugging two gulps before slamming it back down with a growl. shit. he notices touya more or less picking at his food rather than chowing down. not sure why, unless the man ate already. he's never seemed to lack an appetite even if he preferred beer. mah, much as he cares, he's not his guardian. another piece down the hatch, crunching on fried shell and juicy filling.]
Che. Kinks are kinks. [grumpy shrug] Most of the movie I shoved through is smut crap. Same with books. Mask found a store without that junk though.
[surprised him, but hell if he and akira didn't spend the rest of the day reading comics and graphic novels without the risk of surprised-dick-face! on the next page. he certainly doesn't go watching movies or reading books to end up jerking off halfway through. what's the point?
he scoffs at touya's insinuation and prediction. well, one out of two ain't bad.]
I'm not watching some shitty chick flick.
[he says he has no romantic bone in his body. says. while spending his birthday with one special person. by choice. what would even be romantic in touya's mind? doesn't seem a flowers and chocolates guy. heh, probably a bow atop a six pack of beer and a cigarette box. remember anniversaries. make him feel noticed and wanted. take him out to dinner. gamble. kick back on the couch and talk about shit... WHY THE FUCK IS HIS THINKING ABOUT THIS?! touya's not even available to date for fuck's sake, shitty brain
he jumps on the movie topic with more rushed tone than he should have, half a growl off hunkered shoulders and somewhat echoing inside his cup as his glaring gaze lingers on a reflective surface in front of them, trying to find touya in the metal's warped image. distraction.]
Actions, thrillers, heists, mysteries if they're not fucking stupid. What about you?
( he expects the outbursts, expects the attitude, excepts that bakugou will get riled up and down and everywhere in between--but he doesn't expect that slightly rushed tone, the way that he seems to want to hurry through with an answer. pointedly, he lets it hang there, then, in muted silence; a rather large bite of his rice, pushed into his mouth, as though to prove that it's not as though he's avoiding eating, but more that he's just the type to still be wary despite everything. most food in this place is laced, unless it comes pre-packaged, which is why he tends to live out of the convenience stores: that, and the fact that it reminds him more of being home than anything else. this meal is too good for someone like him. reminds him more of being home, when his mother was still a mother and not the half-crazed basket case she'd become.
another bite then, now just to be annoying. to stretch out the silence further. to consider why bakugou would even start to grumble about something like this. maybe he has someone else he likes to watch movies with, or maybe he just doesn't like talking about dumb ways to pass the time: he probably prefers video games and training more than anything else, like any guy his age.
chopsticks still in hand, he reaches for his own fireball, swallowing down a mouthful. really not a great way to wash down breaded meat and rice, but he's nothing if not aggressively compliant: bakugou chose this, now he's stuck with it.
there's a breathy little laugh through his nose, amused. and finally: )
Chick flicks.
( an obvious lie, by the way his mouth cracks into a shit-eating grin--the way his eyes narrow, peering sidelong at bakugou before he directs his gaze back down towards his food again. )
I'm good with horror. Feels cathartic, or whatever.
( another bite, like he's trying to leave it at that--like he knows he shouldn't talk more, shouldn't share more about anything, no matter if it's bakugou or not; ten years of clamping down on sharing anything personal means that he stumbles more than he walks when it comes to deciding how or when to share his thoughts, or feelings, and most of the time he's done it in this place, it's been wrong.
the silence stretches there again, for a moment, before he continues. maybe it's the liquor. )
I read once that people who go through trauma or whatever, they like that kind of shit. You'd probably think it's stupid, but for people who can't process their feelings, it gives them an out. Rationalizes shit. Shows you what other people can overcome, or what they can't.
( tonguing at the inside of his cheek, he offers an almost defensive sort of shrug, trying for nonchalant. )
But movies are whatever, I'll watch pretty much anything. Can't say I'm big on anime, but.
( --if you wanted to watch it, i'd watch it goes unsaid. )
[he doesn't trust convenience store food any more than he trusts meals from restaurants. they all come from the peacock one way or another. whether they're packaged or cooked in the kitchen. red cardinal is the only venue he trusts enough to eat here without glowering in suspicion at his meal. a good chunk of rationale behind why he cooks for himself far more than he ever goes out to eat. ingredients can be laced, but if he kitchens the fuck out of them, way less chance of getting himself stuck in some horned-up bullshit. touya's feeling of nostalgia over convenience store food is another reason he defers to cooking for himself; it's what he did back home. red cardinal's no-nonsense atmosphere and simpler presentation are a relief from the gaudy crap shoved in his face all through the rest of the resort. chopsticks, rice, water, fireball, cabbage and onions, fried pork strips, miso soup...
dammit, normally he likes quiet, no bothersome dinner mate yacking in his ear nonstop. but this pregnant still is deliberate! as if he sees touya's wheels working in his head, thinking and wondering. what the hell's he trying to figure out? he answered his question about movies! was it the way he said it? ugh, like hell is he gonna admit where his own brain went a second ago! touya would mock him mercilessly for it! not like he's scared of someone making fun of him; they don't survive long. fuck, still lingering overhead, pervading between them as he unconsciously goes for his drink simultaneously with his dinner date's.
right now, he'll take the fireball's burn on his throat than the strange tension twisting on axis between them-]
Brgh-! [whatever that noise was, echoing inside his glass amid a few bubbles and backwash. gross. he plunks his glass down and wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, red eyes burning a shot from their corners.] Bullshit!
[his little smarmy nose laugh and telling grin! as if he's gonna believe touya wearing such a face! he swings his leg aside, knocking his foot against the other man's in petulant revenge. grade a dick. he believes the second answer at least, picking up another wad of seasoned cabbage.]
Hmph. Not surprised. [he wants to ask monsters or human horrors, yet stays his tongue. only an idiot wouldn't recognize the taciturn response as a "here, now drop it" answer, and he'll take what he gets. done it plenty of times himself; people bugging him about his personal preferences and wanting to dig into them like it's their fucking business. if touya wants to share more, that'll be his call and no one else's.
hot juice spurts into his mouth and he's suddenly cupping his lips in an 'o' shape, puffing out small bursts of breath and heat to cool it off. damn hidden piece of scorch!]
I watched a few kidnapping films after summer. [his words are quiet, neither accusing or self-pitying. but rather admitting in confidence his own experience with what touya just said. he watched them and the reasons/emotions behind those decisions... were complex as fuck. pissed at the victim (himself) for getting captured, balming his injured psyche with their eventual victorious escape, rationalizing it could happen to anyone, right?]
It's not stupid; they're probably right. [and swallows his now-cooler piece. midoriya watched hero movies even after he learned he was quirkless. holding onto them as a hope or a cope. he brutalized the other boy for being so stupid back then... the memory even now twists his stomach to the point he pauses his next bite. some scars never fade, huh. and it's passed, he slips the rice past his lips. touya's not wrong about those movies being an out. confronting fears or weakness in a movie or story doesn't sound dumb to him. not now.]
I'll remember that if I find a good horror anime. [he stopped having time for anime once he hit middle school. the long seasons and episodes...] Pick one of your favorites and invite me over to watch it with you.
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Date: 9/17/25 22:42 (UTC)Why the fuck are you sitting that close to someone to be eating in their ear? Some manners you got.
( mildly, even though he notices, to his amusement, that short of the blessing leaving bakugou's lips, he does at least pause before digging into his meal. cute and well-mannered. he only knows a little about bakugou's family, and shigaraki probably retained more of that information than he did, but: he recalls that fireball of a mother he has, and figures that the manners training likely came from her.
both of his parents grew up a little more traditional--he'd been scolded for elbows on the table more than once, by both. but then, none of that really matters anymore.
he picks at his food more than he eats it, pushing around rice, neatly spearing a bite to put into his mouth for consideration. he knows that bakugou will likely get pissy about it if he doesn't eat, but judging by the way those fireballs are going down, he might soon lack the wherewithal to even notice. the thought makes him laugh, but it's just a breath through his nose as he swallows; there's a careless shrug. )
Guess you're looking in the wrong place. I feel like Esikko found all the horror shit within the first few months. Guess some people here think it's sexy.
( the seemingly bored drawl of his voice says he's not necessarily one of those people who watches that sort of thing for the sexual thrill of it--but it does mean that he's considering other things, as he picks at his food again. )
You'd rather watch stupid action flicks? Or dumb romance? Think they've got a lot of that crap, at least.
( it's hard to imagine bakugou being any kind of romantic--or so he wants to say, so he wants to believe, but his jaw is working, and his gaze is focused on the back of the bar, like the sentiment doesn't quite taste right, like it doesn't quite fit.
a sidelong glance, then, as he at least has another bite. ) Tell me what you like. I'll look.
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Date: 9/23/25 19:05 (UTC)[cue a pouting scowl glowering at touya over the rim of his cup, practically bubbling his spicy drink in petulant ire.]
Don't tell me that bun-head vampire or the split personality guy didn't do that in your groupies.
[how the hell did the league spend their time together, holed up in bars or warehouses? he knows they watched television, had snacks, drank, probably played cards and talked. of course one or two of them's gonna be smacking away in someone's ear, talking with their mouth full, being an obnoxious twit. touya might be the distanced semi-straight-man of the group, but that means he got trolled for the same damn reasons dunce face and soy face kept taking piss shots as him! tch, people are people, hero or villain.
and excuse you. his manners are fine. like touya, he was raised in a proper family. scolded for chewing with his mouth open, told to keep his arms off the table, blah blah fucking blah till it was pounded into his head. his parents had their pride. with their own dysfunctional dynamics even all might and aizawa blue-faced over. the thought runs through his mind: what would his mom and dad say if they ever met touya? as in their son bringing the guy home for a meal or a date or-
URK! shoulders hunch and he chokes down a piece of food, momentarily caught in his throat. guh! fucking brain! shut up! fireball or water, neither matter because he's throwing one back and chugging two gulps before slamming it back down with a growl. shit. he notices touya more or less picking at his food rather than chowing down. not sure why, unless the man ate already. he's never seemed to lack an appetite even if he preferred beer. mah, much as he cares, he's not his guardian. another piece down the hatch, crunching on fried shell and juicy filling.]
Che. Kinks are kinks. [grumpy shrug] Most of the movie I shoved through is smut crap. Same with books. Mask found a store without that junk though.
[surprised him, but hell if he and akira didn't spend the rest of the day reading comics and graphic novels without the risk of surprised-dick-face! on the next page. he certainly doesn't go watching movies or reading books to end up jerking off halfway through. what's the point?
he scoffs at touya's insinuation and prediction. well, one out of two ain't bad.]
I'm not watching some shitty chick flick.
[he says he has no romantic bone in his body. says. while spending his birthday with one special person. by choice. what would even be romantic in touya's mind? doesn't seem a flowers and chocolates guy. heh, probably a bow atop a six pack of beer and a cigarette box. remember anniversaries. make him feel noticed and wanted. take him out to dinner. gamble. kick back on the couch and talk about shit... WHY THE FUCK IS HIS THINKING ABOUT THIS?!
touya's not even available to date for fuck's sake, shitty brainhe jumps on the movie topic with more rushed tone than he should have, half a growl off hunkered shoulders and somewhat echoing inside his cup as his glaring gaze lingers on a reflective surface in front of them, trying to find touya in the metal's warped image. distraction.]
Actions, thrillers, heists, mysteries if they're not fucking stupid. What about you?
[if he says chick flick, he's gonna kick him.]
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Date: 10/2/25 20:12 (UTC)another bite then, now just to be annoying. to stretch out the silence further. to consider why bakugou would even start to grumble about something like this. maybe he has someone else he likes to watch movies with, or maybe he just doesn't like talking about dumb ways to pass the time: he probably prefers video games and training more than anything else, like any guy his age.
chopsticks still in hand, he reaches for his own fireball, swallowing down a mouthful. really not a great way to wash down breaded meat and rice, but he's nothing if not aggressively compliant: bakugou chose this, now he's stuck with it.
there's a breathy little laugh through his nose, amused. and finally: )
Chick flicks.
( an obvious lie, by the way his mouth cracks into a shit-eating grin--the way his eyes narrow, peering sidelong at bakugou before he directs his gaze back down towards his food again. )
I'm good with horror. Feels cathartic, or whatever.
( another bite, like he's trying to leave it at that--like he knows he shouldn't talk more, shouldn't share more about anything, no matter if it's bakugou or not; ten years of clamping down on sharing anything personal means that he stumbles more than he walks when it comes to deciding how or when to share his thoughts, or feelings, and most of the time he's done it in this place, it's been wrong.
the silence stretches there again, for a moment, before he continues. maybe it's the liquor. )
I read once that people who go through trauma or whatever, they like that kind of shit. You'd probably think it's stupid, but for people who can't process their feelings, it gives them an out. Rationalizes shit. Shows you what other people can overcome, or what they can't.
( tonguing at the inside of his cheek, he offers an almost defensive sort of shrug, trying for nonchalant. )
But movies are whatever, I'll watch pretty much anything. Can't say I'm big on anime, but.
( --if you wanted to watch it, i'd watch it goes unsaid. )
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Date: 10/13/25 19:33 (UTC)dammit, normally he likes quiet, no bothersome dinner mate yacking in his ear nonstop. but this pregnant still is deliberate! as if he sees touya's wheels working in his head, thinking and wondering. what the hell's he trying to figure out? he answered his question about movies! was it the way he said it? ugh, like hell is he gonna admit where his own brain went a second ago! touya would mock him mercilessly for it! not like he's scared of someone making fun of him; they don't survive long. fuck, still lingering overhead, pervading between them as he unconsciously goes for his drink simultaneously with his dinner date's.
right now, he'll take the fireball's burn on his throat than the strange tension twisting on axis between them-]
Brgh-! [whatever that noise was, echoing inside his glass amid a few bubbles and backwash. gross. he plunks his glass down and wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, red eyes burning a shot from their corners.] Bullshit!
[his little smarmy nose laugh and telling grin! as if he's gonna believe touya wearing such a face! he swings his leg aside, knocking his foot against the other man's in petulant revenge. grade a dick. he believes the second answer at least, picking up another wad of seasoned cabbage.]
Hmph. Not surprised. [he wants to ask monsters or human horrors, yet stays his tongue. only an idiot wouldn't recognize the taciturn response as a "here, now drop it" answer, and he'll take what he gets. done it plenty of times himself; people bugging him about his personal preferences and wanting to dig into them like it's their fucking business. if touya wants to share more, that'll be his call and no one else's.
hot juice spurts into his mouth and he's suddenly cupping his lips in an 'o' shape, puffing out small bursts of breath and heat to cool it off. damn hidden piece of scorch!]
I watched a few kidnapping films after summer. [his words are quiet, neither accusing or self-pitying. but rather admitting in confidence his own experience with what touya just said. he watched them and the reasons/emotions behind those decisions... were complex as fuck. pissed at the victim (himself) for getting captured, balming his injured psyche with their eventual victorious escape, rationalizing it could happen to anyone, right?]
It's not stupid; they're probably right. [and swallows his now-cooler piece. midoriya watched hero movies even after he learned he was quirkless. holding onto them as a hope or a cope. he brutalized the other boy for being so stupid back then... the memory even now twists his stomach to the point he pauses his next bite. some scars never fade, huh. and it's passed, he slips the rice past his lips. touya's not wrong about those movies being an out. confronting fears or weakness in a movie or story doesn't sound dumb to him. not now.]
I'll remember that if I find a good horror anime. [he stopped having time for anime once he hit middle school. the long seasons and episodes...] Pick one of your favorites and invite me over to watch it with you.