( 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: 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.