[Good thing he didn't pour out the edible excess; Bakugo's gotten pissed at his classmate for making a cake (a big one) as a celebration treat for passing his remediation course... No surprise Hiyori likes throwing tea parties, even if he doesn't seem like someone who'd eat a lot of those cakes and finger sandwiches. Does he even know how to cook? Probably orders others around while doing only select few activities during preparation and setup.
Singing for his plants is both extremely ridiculous and fitting as fuck for Hiyori. Doesn't have to bother watering or feeding them, no traditional botanical care, just open his damn mouth and do what he normally does while wandering around his kitchen. Che, like a damn Western cartoon. The Disney kind. Bakugo only gives a minute of his patience before he's heading back to the living area and continuing his work on sorting Jun's things into manageable sections.
Thank fuck Hiyori isn't a grating shitty singer. He only shoots a scowl once when the idol belts out a particularly long and loud note, but doesn't bark at him. For once. Tempted to bean this book off his head though...
The idol ends his song with a dancing step and flower point; Bakugo finishes his latest organization with a quick thud of one book atop the other, free hand straightening the spines into alignment.
Better not be an encore...]
Why wouldn't they? They were made for you. [Esikko's a lot of annoying things, but ineffective in plant-based magic isn't one of them.] Don't let them wilt like that again, Parrot.
[According to canon, he actually can cook when asked to! He's had to do it for TV programs. But he still made Jun cook three meals a day for him at Reimei instead of opting to lift a finger himself, so...
The flowers would have been very disappointed if Hiyori's concert had been cut short by a book to the head, but thankfully that does not happen and Bakugo listens respectfully. Mostly. Hiyori doesn't notice the scowl, not that it would have mattered. Now that he's gotten his voice back, in a matter of speaking, nothing and no one could stop him from singing to these sunflowers.
(Nothing, of course, except exiting the resort to go chase Jun-kun and leaving only a statue behind.)
The song ends, he turns to face Bakugo again, and his eyes soften at the other boy's response. The flowers were made for him, he says, simple and straightforward. And then: "don't let them wilt like that again." Strict and direct but not unkind. A funny mix of feelings swirl through him: determination and happiness, gratitude and guilt. He wants to say he'll never leave them, that he'll always take care of them. But after the idea he had... after that, how much longer does he have?
He agrees with the spirit of the question, though, and so he nods once, decisive.]
Mm! I'll keep tending to them every day. Until either my lungs collapse or the sky does, I'll sing my very heart out...♪
[He looks at the flowers again: fond, a little sad, but his gaze is reassuring. As though trying to signal to them that the sky won't fall. No matter what, he'll keep singing, whether at home or at the resort. And he also knows at least one person who'd be a good candidate to sing to them in his absence. But as for right now...]
In fact, it looks like they want an encore, so I ought to do that next!
[Sorry, Bakugo.]
And it seems like it ought to be something bubbly and cheery to keep the trend going, so I know just the thing! I'll go grab my phone, though, since that has the instrumental track I need. And then I'll hook that up to the Goldtooth speaker, and we should be good to go!
[Yes, he bought a Bluetooth speaker. But it was sold at the Golden Peacock, so it was called Goldtooth! He abandons his post in front of the flowers and skips off to the adjacent bedroom, leaving Bakugo to shelve the books however he wants. God help him.
(As for what kind of books the suite has: a weird assortment of stuff. Mystery novels, myths, books about magic and other world customs. And action-y comics that were probably Jun's.)]
[Anyone can cook. Boil an egg, fry a can of tuna in a skillet, chop up an apple. Bakugo would give Hiyori on a cooking show a face-full of suspicion if he ever saw him behind the counter. Imitation doesn't mean someone knows what the fuck they're doing...
Giving someone long-term orders is a foolish expectation in the Golden Peacock. None of them have any idea how long they have left on any given day. Jun's statue is proof enough. Yet heroes are always making foolish promises, holding themselves to impossible expectations, saying idyllic things in reality's face. Why? Because how else are they to move forward if they only ever settle for what's immediately in front of them? Even as the bridge supports snap and muscles scream, a strong hand holds on and a smiling face blazes down at the crying civilian holding on for dear life: It'll be alright!
Bakugo makes those promises and gives those orders to people he cares about. Because as long as they're here, he won't abandon any of them to what if's and maybe's. Doing anything less is a pathetic hero.]
Does it have to be your physical voice? Or would a recording work? [He quickly clarifies before Hiyori can get huffy and mad at him.] In case you get a fucking cold or this shithole wrecks your throat.
[At least he didn't mention Hiyori going down on someone so hard his throat gets wrecked. He may or may not be preparing for what he suspects might be happening.]
OY! At least clean something up while you do it!
[He's not putting Hiyori's living space up for his own damn health! They're trying to make some room for Jun and help Hiyori process some of his grief! He gapes incredulously as the idol flounces off to his room. Seriously!? When the hell did this become a fucking concert with an audience of one?! ... Flowers not counted.
At least Hiyori has some quality books without the smut.]
[True, true. But then most people don't have a personal chef employed at home (or an underclassman who waits on them). There's a market for showing idols fail at cooking, in an "aren't they so adorably helpless?" kind of way. But Hiyori wanted to avoid that sort of image for himself. He'd already had enough of being seen as adorably incompetent at home; his idol persona was meant to be different. He's the type who can accomplish a lot when he puts his mind to things, so it wasn't hard to pick up some skills.
Bakugo's question gives him some pause, since he'd never really considered it. Bakugo clarifies that he's talking about "in case he gets a cold," and not for other reasons, like suspecting he's about to become a statue on purpose. Still, they both know a cold isn't the only thing that might hinder his singing. Even if he did decide to stick around, he could still disappear at any time. Just like Jun did, and just like so many of their other friends did.]
I'm normally not the type who catches colds! [He can't help but chime.] But I suppose there's no reason to think a recording wouldn't work. And I do have lots of those on my phone, since my smartphone has all our music.
[In other words:]
We'll just have to test it!
[All the more reason to skip to the other room and grab his smartphone, which is what Hiyori does next, despite Bakugo's complaints. When he suggests cleaning at the same time as singing:]
You mean like when we all sang "Cleanup Time" as kids? [A carefree shrug as he re-enters the sitting area, paired with a bright smile.] Sure, that sounds fun! But if you want to go that route, you'll have to sing along, too. I'm sure they'll also appreciate your voice, since you know how to project it loudly. So, let's both sing! ♪ Unless you'd rather test the recordings first. Which will it be?
[He waggles his phone after pitching that question. And no, he still hasn't made a move to clean anything up yet.]
[Finally finishing with Jun's items on the couch, Bakugo heads for another area of Hiyori's room to tackle straightening it in preparation for further work. While he isn't gonna hurry the idol through figuring out what to do with his boyfriend's things, leaving it lying around all spread out and forlorn won't help Hiyori process anything. It'll remain where it was. This way, the idol at least knows the first steps are already taken, and he doesn't have to flounder at the bottom, wrestling with indecision and emotion.
Hiyori pauses and Bakugo frowns his way. Did he never think of what might happen if he lost his voice or couldn't sing? Fuck, people take pains to water their plants when they aren't gonna be home for a while, either hiring someone to come by or using contraptions. Mattaku, this guy's so clueless sometimes.]
You want me to list other reasons? [Snapped right back in knowing threat. Don't brag like an ignorant! You know what he was implying with his question, Parrot! He turns back to his previous work, content Hiyori believes a recording will be as effective. Good to know. But if the guy does leave, will his phone remain behind? Since it was "brought" here to this world. A duplicate at least. Likely, since the resort copies so much shit from people's worlds.]
Go for it. [Muttered dismissively through his teeth. Bastard used the excuse to skip out on his section, dammit! Bakugo's only doing the table and the rest is left for Hiyori to finish!]
Haa?! Preschoolers sang that! [He barely remembers the lyrics! Good thing too! Papers stack neatly on end before dropping to the table with a breathy slap. Wait- what?]
Oy! They're your flowers feeding on your voice! I'm not singing shit for them! [As if Hiyori expected anything less than RAWR over such a request.] Check the recording first. That's more important.
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Date: 12/17/25 03:49 (UTC)Singing for his plants is both extremely ridiculous and fitting as fuck for Hiyori. Doesn't have to bother watering or feeding them, no traditional botanical care, just open his damn mouth and do what he normally does while wandering around his kitchen. Che, like a damn Western cartoon. The Disney kind. Bakugo only gives a minute of his patience before he's heading back to the living area and continuing his work on sorting Jun's things into manageable sections.
Thank fuck Hiyori isn't a grating shitty singer. He only shoots a scowl once when the idol belts out a particularly long and loud note, but doesn't bark at him. For once. Tempted to bean this book off his head though...
The idol ends his song with a dancing step and flower point; Bakugo finishes his latest organization with a quick thud of one book atop the other, free hand straightening the spines into alignment.
Better not be an encore...]
Why wouldn't they? They were made for you. [Esikko's a lot of annoying things, but ineffective in plant-based magic isn't one of them.] Don't let them wilt like that again, Parrot.
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Date: 12/18/25 16:47 (UTC)The flowers would have been very disappointed if Hiyori's concert had been cut short by a book to the head, but thankfully that does not happen and Bakugo listens respectfully. Mostly. Hiyori doesn't notice the scowl, not that it would have mattered. Now that he's gotten his voice back, in a matter of speaking, nothing and no one could stop him from singing to these sunflowers.
(Nothing, of course, except exiting the resort to go chase Jun-kun and leaving only a statue behind.)
The song ends, he turns to face Bakugo again, and his eyes soften at the other boy's response. The flowers were made for him, he says, simple and straightforward. And then: "don't let them wilt like that again." Strict and direct but not unkind. A funny mix of feelings swirl through him: determination and happiness, gratitude and guilt. He wants to say he'll never leave them, that he'll always take care of them. But after the idea he had... after that, how much longer does he have?
He agrees with the spirit of the question, though, and so he nods once, decisive.]
Mm! I'll keep tending to them every day. Until either my lungs collapse or the sky does, I'll sing my very heart out...♪
[He looks at the flowers again: fond, a little sad, but his gaze is reassuring. As though trying to signal to them that the sky won't fall. No matter what, he'll keep singing, whether at home or at the resort. And he also knows at least one person who'd be a good candidate to sing to them in his absence. But as for right now...]
In fact, it looks like they want an encore, so I ought to do that next!
[Sorry, Bakugo.]
And it seems like it ought to be something bubbly and cheery to keep the trend going, so I know just the thing! I'll go grab my phone, though, since that has the instrumental track I need. And then I'll hook that up to the Goldtooth speaker, and we should be good to go!
[Yes, he bought a Bluetooth speaker. But it was sold at the Golden Peacock, so it was called Goldtooth! He abandons his post in front of the flowers and skips off to the adjacent bedroom, leaving Bakugo to shelve the books however he wants. God help him.
(As for what kind of books the suite has: a weird assortment of stuff. Mystery novels, myths, books about magic and other world customs. And action-y comics that were probably Jun's.)]
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Date: 12/28/25 00:45 (UTC)Giving someone long-term orders is a foolish expectation in the Golden Peacock. None of them have any idea how long they have left on any given day. Jun's statue is proof enough. Yet heroes are always making foolish promises, holding themselves to impossible expectations, saying idyllic things in reality's face. Why? Because how else are they to move forward if they only ever settle for what's immediately in front of them? Even as the bridge supports snap and muscles scream, a strong hand holds on and a smiling face blazes down at the crying civilian holding on for dear life: It'll be alright!
Bakugo makes those promises and gives those orders to people he cares about. Because as long as they're here, he won't abandon any of them to what if's and maybe's. Doing anything less is a pathetic hero.]
Does it have to be your physical voice? Or would a recording work? [He quickly clarifies before Hiyori can get huffy and mad at him.] In case you get a fucking cold or this shithole wrecks your throat.
[At least he didn't mention Hiyori going down on someone so hard his throat gets wrecked. He may or may not be preparing for what he suspects might be happening.]
OY! At least clean something up while you do it!
[He's not putting Hiyori's living space up for his own damn health! They're trying to make some room for Jun and help Hiyori process some of his grief! He gapes incredulously as the idol flounces off to his room. Seriously!? When the hell did this become a fucking concert with an audience of one?! ... Flowers not counted.
At least Hiyori has some quality books without the smut.]
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Date: 12/29/25 16:34 (UTC)Bakugo's question gives him some pause, since he'd never really considered it. Bakugo clarifies that he's talking about "in case he gets a cold," and not for other reasons, like suspecting he's about to become a statue on purpose. Still, they both know a cold isn't the only thing that might hinder his singing. Even if he did decide to stick around, he could still disappear at any time. Just like Jun did, and just like so many of their other friends did.]
I'm normally not the type who catches colds! [He can't help but chime.] But I suppose there's no reason to think a recording wouldn't work. And I do have lots of those on my phone, since my smartphone has all our music.
[In other words:]
We'll just have to test it!
[All the more reason to skip to the other room and grab his smartphone, which is what Hiyori does next, despite Bakugo's complaints. When he suggests cleaning at the same time as singing:]
You mean like when we all sang "Cleanup Time" as kids? [A carefree shrug as he re-enters the sitting area, paired with a bright smile.] Sure, that sounds fun! But if you want to go that route, you'll have to sing along, too. I'm sure they'll also appreciate your voice, since you know how to project it loudly. So, let's both sing! ♪ Unless you'd rather test the recordings first. Which will it be?
[He waggles his phone after pitching that question. And no, he still hasn't made a move to clean anything up yet.]
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Date: 12/30/25 21:11 (UTC)Hiyori pauses and Bakugo frowns his way. Did he never think of what might happen if he lost his voice or couldn't sing? Fuck, people take pains to water their plants when they aren't gonna be home for a while, either hiring someone to come by or using contraptions. Mattaku, this guy's so clueless sometimes.]
You want me to list other reasons? [Snapped right back in knowing threat. Don't brag like an ignorant! You know what he was implying with his question, Parrot! He turns back to his previous work, content Hiyori believes a recording will be as effective. Good to know. But if the guy does leave, will his phone remain behind? Since it was "brought" here to this world. A duplicate at least. Likely, since the resort copies so much shit from people's worlds.]
Go for it. [Muttered dismissively through his teeth. Bastard used the excuse to skip out on his section, dammit! Bakugo's only doing the table and the rest is left for Hiyori to finish!]
Haa?! Preschoolers sang that! [He barely remembers the lyrics! Good thing too! Papers stack neatly on end before dropping to the table with a breathy slap. Wait- what?]
Oy! They're your flowers feeding on your voice! I'm not singing shit for them! [As if Hiyori expected anything less than RAWR over such a request.] Check the recording first. That's more important.