[ By the time Bakugo gets back from delivering Keita's gift, a gift of his own will have been delivered to the front of his doorway. The box is wrapped in ruby-red paper and tied with gold ribbon, with a card atop it tucked underneath the bow.
When opened, Bakugo will find three gifts. The first is quite clearly a gag gift, a grenade-shaped vibrator that claims to deliver EXPLOSIVE PLEASURE!!! The real gifts are underneath: one, a set of salts and spices infused with various flavors (garlic and chive, mushroom, Sichuan pepper, etc), and the other a set of three glass flasks with clockwork timers. (Keita might not work on clocks in front of Bakugo, but at least now Bakugo can see his clockwork!)
The accompanying card reads, ]
I do hope you'll forgive me for the first gift, but I couldn't pass it by. :)
As for the others: the timer on the flasks can be set on a delay of anywhere from five seconds to five minutes. I hope you don't often have cause to set bombs around the resort, but they should come in handy should the occasion arise.
I hope you know that I've come to consider you a good friend, someone I trust and care for very much. I know that by nature I'm not exactly an open book, but if there's anything you'd like to know about me, I'd gladly tell you.
Also, British food is by and large quite boring, but I am rather good at beef wellington.
Let's see each other again soon. Happy Christmas, Bakugo-kun.
[He's left standing in front of his doorway for a few seconds, one foot propped on his toes mid-step as he debates pulling his hands from his warm pockets or playing soccer with this gift... The former. Inside once more and seated on the couch, he slots his fingers under taped paper edges, popping the gift wrapping open without ripping into it like some heathen beast. Reading the note alongside the gifts cycles several reactions and emotions.
Look, he expected SOMETHING perverted today. He didn't expect it from Keita! Guess who's getting this rammed up his ass next time they fuck! He's never felt weirded out and amused at the same time before; good job, TickTock.
One after another, he sets the seasoning to the side all lined up on the couch arm, each getting their own personal perusal. He'll make good use of them in future meals. Just because he eats well doesn't mean he eats bland.
Ashen brows furrow as he takes one flask in hand, scanning up and down for scant moment. What the hell is-? ... Oh. Heh, handmade too. Someone else might think these too sentimental or personal to actually use; he intends to put Keita's hard work to good use when the day comes they get the hell out of here. Good to know he can make timers like this too. He's certainly made several bombs since arriving here.
Bakugo isn't an open book to almost anyone either. Keita both respecting that and resembling that make it easier to hang around him, knowing neither expects deep dives into pasts or feelings. Doesn't prevent a small smile from sneaking to his lips when he reads the man's words. Yeah, they'll meet again soon. Time to go look up beef wellington.]
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Date: 12/25/25 21:04 (UTC)When opened, Bakugo will find three gifts. The first is quite clearly a gag gift, a grenade-shaped vibrator that claims to deliver EXPLOSIVE PLEASURE!!! The real gifts are underneath: one, a set of salts and spices infused with various flavors (garlic and chive, mushroom, Sichuan pepper, etc), and the other a set of three glass flasks with clockwork timers. (Keita might not work on clocks in front of Bakugo, but at least now Bakugo can see his clockwork!)
The accompanying card reads, ]
I do hope you'll forgive me for the first gift, but I couldn't pass it by. :)
As for the others: the timer on the flasks can be set on a delay of anywhere from five seconds to five minutes. I hope you don't often have cause to set bombs around the resort, but they should come in handy should the occasion arise.
I hope you know that I've come to consider you a good friend, someone I trust and care for very much. I know that by nature I'm not exactly an open book, but if there's anything you'd like to know about me, I'd gladly tell you.
Also, British food is by and large quite boring, but I am rather good at beef wellington.
Let's see each other again soon. Happy Christmas, Bakugo-kun.
Keita
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Date: 12/29/25 19:33 (UTC)Look, he expected SOMETHING perverted today. He didn't expect it from Keita! Guess who's getting this rammed up his ass next time they fuck! He's never felt weirded out and amused at the same time before; good job, TickTock.
One after another, he sets the seasoning to the side all lined up on the couch arm, each getting their own personal perusal. He'll make good use of them in future meals. Just because he eats well doesn't mean he eats bland.
Ashen brows furrow as he takes one flask in hand, scanning up and down for scant moment. What the hell is-? ... Oh. Heh, handmade too. Someone else might think these too sentimental or personal to actually use; he intends to put Keita's hard work to good use when the day comes they get the hell out of here. Good to know he can make timers like this too. He's certainly made several bombs since arriving here.
Bakugo isn't an open book to almost anyone either. Keita both respecting that and resembling that make it easier to hang around him, knowing neither expects deep dives into pasts or feelings. Doesn't prevent a small smile from sneaking to his lips when he reads the man's words. Yeah, they'll meet again soon. Time to go look up beef wellington.]