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jikan_rpg2021-02-11 05:57 pm
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[Open] Bakugou's February Catch-All
⌛ Who: Bakugou Katsuki & you!
⌛ What: Bakugou kicks a rock. A hate rock. Also other unforeseen things, will update accordingly.
⌛ When: All through February, will edit with more prompts when event goes live!
⌛ Where: Nippon
⌛ Warnings: Bakugou.
💥These Boots Are Made For Walkin' 💥
[For as much shit as he'd given that blue flame kid in the store, Katsuki was considerably more sour than normal, for the very same reasons he'd chewed the guy out. He'd managed to nab a pair of slacks and dress shoes, but he'd also been forced to settle on another kimono as well. This time, he made sure to at least grab some hakama, and a pair of zōri that could go with all of this archaic shit he was accumulating. Dress shoes did not go with kimono, and while Katsuki's own ambitions do not fall in line with his parents' career paths... it was still ingrained in him to fucking know better.
Thinking about his parents just makes his shitty mood even worse, and that's why when he sees a big ass rock in the middle of the road he is walking down, he nails it. Hard. Hard enough for it to go flying a good distance. Normally he'd be satisfied with his results, but there's a pronounced groaning, at impact and as the rock flies through the air. It then skids across the ground while Katsuki's face has screwed up in perplexed surprise.]
Huh?? The hell? [Anyone around will see the ash blonde teen crouch over the rock when he clears the distance he'd made between himself and it, and he crouches down to take a look. One hand rolling it over to reveal that the fuckin thing has a face.]
You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me. That's weird... [It's low, musing to himself really, but still audible for anyone close enough.]
💥Rockugou Kaotsuki💥
[Two days in to his expressionless hell, and Katsuki is at his wits end. That's why he's out, retracing his steps to try and figure out what the fuck might have happened to make it so that he can't emote a single thing. To Shibuya, where he'd gone to shop for clothes. Every place he'd stopped, every turn taken... you might notice the oddly expressionless teenager, who definitely looks like he is searching for something. Offer him some help, maybe, he looks far more approachable than he does on any normal day.
He eventually finds himself on the road he'd taken on his way back home, remembering the really weird incident with the groaning rock he'd kicked. The creepy one, with the face. It's the only thing that was out of the ordinary, and that's why when his hunt of Shibuya comes up empty, he makes it a point to stop there. Upon finding that the rock is gone, Katsuki hits his limit on his bottled frustration and is slamming his hand down into the ground with a loud BOOM, the point blank explosion leaving a rather impressive crater in its wake. Maybe a piece of rock that he disrupts hits you as you pass by, or maybe you just are curious about why this seemingly-calm-on-the-surface teenager is blowing up the ground without a care for who sees? Come find out!]
💥 But Tonight, I'll Need You To Stay💥 [Closed to Ochako]
[It was the morning of the 4th day when Ochako's ebbing amusement at his misery finally took the full turn into flat out concern, and after a long winded, exhaustingly deadpan argument... he'd agreed to go to the NRL to see if they could figure it out. Normally he wouldn't let fucking anyone push him into anything, but frankly, it was starting to get painful. If he weren't so fucking irritable, he might have reveled at how strange it was to learn just how much power expressions had over simple things like eating, or talking with any measure of feeling. His default volume, yelling, was completely out of the question, he couldn't even begin to try to stretch his mouth to suit that need... and yeah, it is a need, for him. If it had started to get better, or even stayed the same, Katsuki might have just brushed her off like he really wanted to, but that wasn't the case. She insisted on coming with him, but Katsuki brooked no argument from her on making her wait outside for him... seeing the worry painted on her face was bad enough, just another reminder that he'd stepped into something he couldn't control... another reminder that he, Bakugou Katsuki, had to go get fucking help.
It's a good thing she didn't come inside with him, too. After a surprisingly quick, but thorough examination and answering a few questions, the answer had come easy to the scientists. It was that damn rock he'd kicked-- the only thing he'd had in the back of his mind that was off. Rocks didn't fucking groan, and he'd known it. So had that jackass he'd run into when he'd gone retracing his steps. Ochako didn't need to know that if he'd kicked it any harder, he would have been dead by the end of the week; nothing but a statue in his wake... and she certainly didn't need to know about the flat-out cure they offered. Physical contact with someone he'd bonded with would help ease some of the stone-faced affliction, but an outright kiss would get rid of it completely. Not an option, no matter how tempting... while Katsuki could probably kiss her without it being too weird, somehow he suspected that Ochako was a lot more sentimental about that kind of thing. Having a seed like that planted into their friendship was... yeah, no. Out of the question. Bonds didn't come easily to him, and while he would be hard pressed to ever acknowledge it out loud... he was content with where their relationship was at, with the pace it was growing. Risking it taking any turn from that, just so he could not suffer... the answer was fucking easy.
When he finds her where he left her, regarding her with that horrifically flat expression, he sucks in one big breath to try to prepare himself to talk... when an idea clicks. He's got a better idea, one that might save him a lot of extra misery in remaining days. Katsuki pulls the bulky magi-tech device out of his pocket and spends a moment typing, before showing it to her.]
Time to start brushing up on folklore, apparently. It's a curse. They called it kaoseki, the stone-faced ayakashi. It was the fucking rock I kicked the other day. Said it'd last a week or so.
💥Wildcard!💥
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⌛ What: Bakugou kicks a rock. A hate rock. Also other unforeseen things, will update accordingly.
⌛ When: All through February, will edit with more prompts when event goes live!
⌛ Where: Nippon
⌛ Warnings: Bakugou.
💥These Boots Are Made For Walkin' 💥
[For as much shit as he'd given that blue flame kid in the store, Katsuki was considerably more sour than normal, for the very same reasons he'd chewed the guy out. He'd managed to nab a pair of slacks and dress shoes, but he'd also been forced to settle on another kimono as well. This time, he made sure to at least grab some hakama, and a pair of zōri that could go with all of this archaic shit he was accumulating. Dress shoes did not go with kimono, and while Katsuki's own ambitions do not fall in line with his parents' career paths... it was still ingrained in him to fucking know better.
Thinking about his parents just makes his shitty mood even worse, and that's why when he sees a big ass rock in the middle of the road he is walking down, he nails it. Hard. Hard enough for it to go flying a good distance. Normally he'd be satisfied with his results, but there's a pronounced groaning, at impact and as the rock flies through the air. It then skids across the ground while Katsuki's face has screwed up in perplexed surprise.]
Huh?? The hell? [Anyone around will see the ash blonde teen crouch over the rock when he clears the distance he'd made between himself and it, and he crouches down to take a look. One hand rolling it over to reveal that the fuckin thing has a face.]
You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me. That's weird... [It's low, musing to himself really, but still audible for anyone close enough.]
💥Rockugou Kaotsuki💥
[Two days in to his expressionless hell, and Katsuki is at his wits end. That's why he's out, retracing his steps to try and figure out what the fuck might have happened to make it so that he can't emote a single thing. To Shibuya, where he'd gone to shop for clothes. Every place he'd stopped, every turn taken... you might notice the oddly expressionless teenager, who definitely looks like he is searching for something. Offer him some help, maybe, he looks far more approachable than he does on any normal day.
He eventually finds himself on the road he'd taken on his way back home, remembering the really weird incident with the groaning rock he'd kicked. The creepy one, with the face. It's the only thing that was out of the ordinary, and that's why when his hunt of Shibuya comes up empty, he makes it a point to stop there. Upon finding that the rock is gone, Katsuki hits his limit on his bottled frustration and is slamming his hand down into the ground with a loud BOOM, the point blank explosion leaving a rather impressive crater in its wake. Maybe a piece of rock that he disrupts hits you as you pass by, or maybe you just are curious about why this seemingly-calm-on-the-surface teenager is blowing up the ground without a care for who sees? Come find out!]
💥 But Tonight, I'll Need You To Stay💥 [Closed to Ochako]
[It was the morning of the 4th day when Ochako's ebbing amusement at his misery finally took the full turn into flat out concern, and after a long winded, exhaustingly deadpan argument... he'd agreed to go to the NRL to see if they could figure it out. Normally he wouldn't let fucking anyone push him into anything, but frankly, it was starting to get painful. If he weren't so fucking irritable, he might have reveled at how strange it was to learn just how much power expressions had over simple things like eating, or talking with any measure of feeling. His default volume, yelling, was completely out of the question, he couldn't even begin to try to stretch his mouth to suit that need... and yeah, it is a need, for him. If it had started to get better, or even stayed the same, Katsuki might have just brushed her off like he really wanted to, but that wasn't the case. She insisted on coming with him, but Katsuki brooked no argument from her on making her wait outside for him... seeing the worry painted on her face was bad enough, just another reminder that he'd stepped into something he couldn't control... another reminder that he, Bakugou Katsuki, had to go get fucking help.
It's a good thing she didn't come inside with him, too. After a surprisingly quick, but thorough examination and answering a few questions, the answer had come easy to the scientists. It was that damn rock he'd kicked-- the only thing he'd had in the back of his mind that was off. Rocks didn't fucking groan, and he'd known it. So had that jackass he'd run into when he'd gone retracing his steps. Ochako didn't need to know that if he'd kicked it any harder, he would have been dead by the end of the week; nothing but a statue in his wake... and she certainly didn't need to know about the flat-out cure they offered. Physical contact with someone he'd bonded with would help ease some of the stone-faced affliction, but an outright kiss would get rid of it completely. Not an option, no matter how tempting... while Katsuki could probably kiss her without it being too weird, somehow he suspected that Ochako was a lot more sentimental about that kind of thing. Having a seed like that planted into their friendship was... yeah, no. Out of the question. Bonds didn't come easily to him, and while he would be hard pressed to ever acknowledge it out loud... he was content with where their relationship was at, with the pace it was growing. Risking it taking any turn from that, just so he could not suffer... the answer was fucking easy.
When he finds her where he left her, regarding her with that horrifically flat expression, he sucks in one big breath to try to prepare himself to talk... when an idea clicks. He's got a better idea, one that might save him a lot of extra misery in remaining days. Katsuki pulls the bulky magi-tech device out of his pocket and spends a moment typing, before showing it to her.]
Time to start brushing up on folklore, apparently. It's a curse. They called it kaoseki, the stone-faced ayakashi. It was the fucking rock I kicked the other day. Said it'd last a week or so.
💥Wildcard!💥
[I will likely add more prompts to this once the event goes live! But if you have an idea, feel free to just poke me about it!
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ROCKUGOU KAOTSUKI
[WOWOWOW here Ranpo was just hanging out on the nearby bridge and eating some snacks when something exploded?? and he dropped his snacks into the water below. Sad.]
[He looks over and sees Bakugou -- from behind, at least. It's obvious enough what just happened, so he yells--]
Look, you made me drop my snack! You owe me a replacement!
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WOW IS RIGHT, but this wow is more of a "wow I can't fucking verbally annihilate the worthless sack of shit addressing me and I am in awe of how fucking MAD that makes me" kind of wow?? Like fuck, dude, just one scream is all he's askin' for here, like an itch he just can't fucking scratch. Katsuki straightens up and turns, hand up and crackling and face--
Blank. It's kind of ominous in it's own right, the flat tone he uses to make a threat, and the deadpan look on his face just adds to the charm of the entire thing.]
I don't owe you a damn thing. You got a fuckin' death wish?
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[This guy... he's obviously angry, frustrated. This face is frozen-- paralyzed? It must be recent, for him to be this mad about it. And if he's here, and here is where he's getting angry, whatever caused it must have been here too-- an accident? No. Plant? Animal? What's most likely--]
[Of course, all of this is going on in his head, but all that comes out is--]
...you should really go see a doctor about that.
ignore the whole... 3 icons being rotated. Katsuki doesn't have deadpan expressions.
Like Katsuki is nothing to him.
He really has been working on self improvement, but dealing with this sudden affliction is too much and he isn't able to try cool his temper down even a little bit. Before Katsuki knows it, he's clearing the space between him and this stranger, hand snapping up to--
Nonononono don't beat him into the ground. It's not very heroic, as his friend Kirishima would say, and as fucking annoying as that shitty haired bastard can be in times like that... he's a good voice of reason to latch on to right now. The fist that had started to raise drops back down at his side. His face can't do anything, but those crimson eyes are doing their best to convey that you're in fucking danger, dude.]
You always get into other people's business at the risk of bodily harm?
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[Ranpo doesn't even flinch. It's not that he's just being brave -- rather, it's that he knows this boy won't hurt him.]
[Because he's already figured out exactly who he is.]
You see, I'm just like you! I have a special ability, too -- though I hardly need to use it to know that you should have someone take a look at that. There are too many things in this world we refugees don't know anything about that could be dangerous, and you don't want it getting worse, right?
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[Gods, there's no fucking chiding inflection there, like there should be, and Katsuki finds himself even more pissed about that fact. Everything is flat, and cold, and hard, and he just wants to fucking kill something for it.
He would sell a human being, to be able to curl his lips up into a baffled look of disgust. Instead he just stares. Like he has been stuck doing.
Fuck everything.]
The fuck does a special ability have to do with anything? Is it gonna save you from getting your ass beat?
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[He pulls out a pair of glasses and quickly slides them on his face, his expression turning into a grin -- but still pleasant, but there's something lurking behind those eyes. Almost as if he were looking right through Bakugou.]
I know it wouldn't be very befitting of a future hero to beat up an innocent person! Unless you're looking for an excuse for Uraraka-chan to scold you? I imagine things have been pretty tense between you two since this all started, right, Bakugou-kun?
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He can't help himself, at this point. That hand, that's been itching to do something, flies up to wind into the front of this guy's top. Yanking him in close, so that Katsuki can loom in his face. A promise of danger, even if there is absolutely no expression to back it up. It's also frustratingly difficult, to say what he does, to keep his voice even to avoid the odd strain that comes with emoting with a face that won't fucking budge.]
You really wanna bank on that? Obviously she told you about me. Well, she's a sappy fuckin' optimist. Sees the best in people, no matter how shitty they are. Don't underestimate how much I'd enjoy kicking your fuckin' teeth through the back of your head.
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Oh, she told me a little. Your name, and that you're friends. And that she thinks you're a great hero. But everything else about you-- [he taps his temple, gesturing as his glasses.] I figured out with my special ability, Ultra Deduction.
Ah, but of course-- it's not like I came looking for you or anything. My only concern is that you get this [Points at his face] taken care of before things get any worse.
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[He's struggling to stay even now, and it hurts to spit venomous words out without being able to bare his teeth. In ways that he can't even fucking describe. That hand tightens it's hold, and they're practically nose to nose now.
It's taking everything he has, to not hit him. Frustratingly, Ranpo is right... about all of it. He won't do it, even if he wants to, more than anything right now. Because it is wrong.]
You don't know shit about me, and it's none of your god damned business what I do about it. I don't need your concern, you fucking extra.
1/2
[This is 100% sincere, even if it doesn't really sound that way.]
Ahh, but all right, I guess not everyone believes me right off the bat. Still, you'd think a guy with explodey-hands would be more open to possibility of a supernatural ability that lets people see the truth in all things... so how about a demonstration?
[He pushes up his glasses and--]
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[There's lots of rocks on this bridge, this doesn't seem very impressive--]
But not just any rock. It probably seemed alive in some way, right? But it was creepy, so you just left it be.
And that's when all this started-- so you came back here looking for it. Am I getting it all right so far?
Need You To Stay
So, as she waits at the NRL for the results, wringing her hands together nervously, Ochako looks up when she sees her friend, eyes hopeful for some good news.]
Bakugou-kun! What did the scientists sa--mm? [Glancing at him, she shuffles closer to read the text, brows furrowing together as her lips pull down into a frown.] A curse? Mmh... I don't like that.
[Curses, ayakashi, spirits... Ochako rubs her hands up and down her arms, shaking her head. These sorts of things give her the heebie jeebies.] Did they say anything about fixing it? Is there a cure? Or do we just have to...w-wait it out? Like with a cold, or...or something.
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In a turn of events, Katsuki is almost glad that he can't be read right this second?? Because he's pulling the magi-tech back towards himself to sort of stare at the keys as he hesitates. His disdain for lies has him pausing there, and if this were a normal day, it would be as clear as day... it's not like he's known for having a fucking poker face. After a moment, of justifying it to himself- his skirting right around her question to answer another one and thus bypassing out right lying- his fingers start moving.]
They said physical contact with someone I've bonded with will alleviate symptoms. It's fine. Just a few more days.
[The press of fingers stops, and he just stares at the sentence flatly, before finally turning to show it to the other teen. He doesn't want to tell her any of it, he doesn't want to have to rely on her, and that's why he makes it a point to tell her that it's fine. He's fucking fine. Really. Ochako is stubborn though, almost as much as he is, and she is going to be relentless if he doesn't give her something. Lying is out, so... skirting around the cure question and picking the most innocent part is all he's got.
As if in protest to his line of thinking, Katsuki's bastard, traitor of a stomach growls, just loud enough to be heard.]
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Watching, waiting...with that same glimmer of hope in her eye, Ochako reads the next line of text and she frowns a little bit. It's not exactly a cure, and more like a...temporary fix. It really is just wait it out, it seems, with little things thrown in to dampen the worst of it. Her eyes trail up back to Bakugou's, and there is a moment where Ochako does try and search his face for something - not that she thinks he's lying, just to see if she can gauge how upset he is by all this. Having to do something like that just to help fix it. Bakugou's not exactly the touchy-feely sort of person...]
Physical contact? Like, hugging? Or just-- [Ochako reaches out, slowly, hesitantly, and takes Bakugou's hand in her own. Her eyes instantly snap to his face, because she half expects him to yell at her or something, or pull back, but--] S-Sorry, Bakugou-kun, but...um. Would something like this work?
[She can't help it, it's too weird, even if Ochako was hoping to see a break in his blank expression, she lets his hand go after a moment. It's going to take time to get used to... She likes him just as much as any of her classmates, but it's really, really hard to do this. Even for Ochako, who is pretty fucking in people's business when she gets to know them. It's because she respects Bakugou. She knows his limits, and this is already pushing one well past his tolerance.]
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Maybe it's in his head- it's fucking gotta be, there's no way it could work that fast-, but the second her hand moves away again, it feels like everything physically gets colder, in a way. Harder. Solid again. That's gotta be some kind of placebo effect, right? He was told something, and now his body is reacting as if that's the fucking law. How fucking irritating.
Especially because even that moment of feeling just a fraction lighter was relieving. It wasn't a lot, it's not a fix, and seriously it might all be psychosomatic, but god damn... he might be able to fucking eat something this way, without wanting to headbutt the nearest solid thing until he knocks himself out. Fuck, he kind of wants to do that anyway, now that he's chewing on the idea of taking Ochako up on it at all. It's fucking ridiculous. It's pathetic. It's weak. Infuriating. But the ache in his stomach from eating the bare fucking minimum over the last few days is a stark reminder that his body is running on fumes. He had no energy for his run this morning, and he can feel his muscles straining even under simple stretches. How many more days can he physically take it? How much damage is he going to do to himself by enduring it, instead of just taking the hand he has right here? Not to mention the mental end of it... he's used to eating three solid meals a day, with some kind protein to fill in the gaps and to fuel his high energy lifestyle... how much of his rage has to do with the fact that his brain is freaking the fuck out about it? Motherfucking hangry, anyone?
Fuck. No, really, the urge to go pitch himself off of one of the bridges or a building is immense. Swallowing his pride isn't easy, but he knows he fucking has to. He could probably regain everything with some tweaking to his regimen, but that's. So fucking stupid, when Ochako, his friend, is right fucking here. He can do something about it, he owes it to himself to do the right thing. Because that's what fucking heroes do.
It's not obvious, physically, that he's spent that few minutes in an agonizing war with himself, but she knows. He knows she does, because Ochako frustratingly knows him pretty fucking well. The magi-tech gets tucked back into his pocket, and he just. Let's out a heavy breath as he puts his hand out in offering, not quite meeting her eyes. He wants to frown, so fucking badly, as hard as he can, and all he can do is clench his jaw as hard as possible, until it hurts, to get any kind of satisfaction. Then, he speaks. Low, measured, because that's the only way talking isn't adding to his misery.]
That'll work.
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It's wrong. This is all wrong.
Ochako sort of wishes he could just glower at her and tell her to fuck off or something. Blow her up and call her names. Anything. She just wants her friend back to way he's supposed to be. But that won't be easy - she can't wish it into happening - and the only way to even help him...the bare minimum is to offer what she can. He must hate this, must hate having to rely on her like this, and Ochako feels bad that she has to. Not because she isn't willing, able, and more than ready to help her friend, but because she knows that if it were simple, if it were any other scenario, if it didn't effect how he could eat...he would probably never do anything like this. Bakugou's pride would never allow him to ask for help, to admit defeat like this. And gosh it...it hurts. It hurt because Ochako knows how this must be driving him mad. And he can't even express it.
So, when Bakugou reaches his hand out to hers again, Ochako can't even feel happy about it. Normally, she'd maybe feel embarrassed, or weird, or shy, or...whatever the hell else - holding a boy's hand in public. But this is just so far past the point of being anything other than her doing her part to help her friend that there's not a thought left in her head past that. Ochako is simply that - a pill. Something to take to lessen the effects of a disease. That's all. There's care there, of course - she wouldn't do this if she didn't genuinely care about Bakugou's health and safety - but that's all it really is. Doing her part to help, because that's what heroes do. That's what friends do.
When their hands touch, Ochako squeezes Bakugou's gently, unable to prevent herself from doing so - reassurance...maybe? For who though? Him? He doesn't need it. Herself? Probably. But best not to think too hard on it. This isn't about her, after all.]
Okay...let's grab takeout today. We can bring it back home, or eat outside somewhere. [Ochako offers a small smile, but it...doesn't quite reach her eyes.]
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He should have known better. He'd saved someone from some fucking oni--he'd saved an angel from them, no less... why in the world wouldn't something like this exist here? Why wasn't he being more cautious with his surroundings? It was a rookie fucking mistake, and Katsuki should have known better than to underestimate this place.
Too little, too late. All they can do now is try to make it through the remaining few days in one piece. Easier said than done, when he feels so fucking stupid and weak, but there really isn't anything he can do about it right now, except try to endure it to the best of his ability.]
Okay. Outside. [A beat. He could use the fresh air, no doubt, but...] Somewhere high, where there aren't people. [People who will undoubtedly piss him off and make it go from just barely tolerable, to completely unbearable. He's learned quickly that he needs to just... not be around anyone but her, if he can help it. Katsuki's grip on her hand goes from a loose, almost uncertain hold to something more firm, and he gives a tug to indicate that they should start walking.] Something like yakitori. [He doesn't think he needs to explain why, food on a skewer will make eating and holding hands a hell of a lot easier.]
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But she can't let herself fall into a hole like this. Not when her friend is right there, and she has the power to at least try and work through this with him. If her hand is what it takes to at least get some semblance of Bakugou back...then by god, Ochako is going to do it. She's going to do it and try her fucking hardest to keep her head on her shoulders. She owes it to her friend to not give up hope. They're going to get through it, he's going to be fine. He's gone up against worse, right? Him and Deku, together, and they've always been okay after.]
Okay, sure!! [Her voice is a bit higher in pitch, but only just, and Ochako is quick to correct herself with a clearing of her throat. She grips his hand tight in return, perhaps to keep her fingers from trembling, and forces a smile on her face. It'll be fine. It'll be okay.] I saw some street vendors selling skewers that looked really tasty!! We can get some, then find a place to sit and eat - maybe a hill at the park, or a shrine... Or if there's a restaurant with an outdoor terrace, thought it'd be a little more expensive.
Whatever you want to do, Bakugou-kun.
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He can't fucking stand this. Any of it.
They have a mission now, though, and focusing on that is far easier to deal with, so he leads her along with their hands, through the streets to where most of the food vendors are concentrated.]
Pick one. [He is usually MUCH more of a dictator about what they do, but the audible growl of his stomach at the smells that hit his nose should tell her exactly what he is thinking. He's just hungry, and he doesn't give a flying fuck what skewer they land on, as long as he can eat it without struggling through it like he has been. Something he notes, is that it feels like that looser warmth is creeping over him, and he decides to try a sentence that isn't as short. To try some emphasis on his words... and surprisingly, he sounds just a little more lively.] I know where to go. We're gonna use our quirks, to get up there. [He points to one of the taller buildings- nothing in comparison to what they're used to back home- but.... he wants the high ground. The seclusion. Also, let's be real here, putting himself above everything and everyone else might boost his shitty mood, and he's subconsciously aiming for that.]
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As they finally reach the long street where vendors are selling their wares, the smell of cooking meat and spices assailing her senses, Ochako hears Bakugou's stomach growl and leans in closer to him for a moment, brushing their shoulders together as she gives his hand a comforting squeeze. It's so quick, so brief, that he may be tugged not by the girl's hand, but by the sheer whiplash of the moment.]
I think they have pork belly over there!! Let's get that one!! [Ochako is the one to tug his arm this time, hurrying to the stall where a small line has formed, and one of the two vendor owners is waving people in and taking their money as the other works the grill tirelessly. Ochako watches before blinking, then turning back to Bakugou as he continues to speak.] Our...quirks?
[She follows his pointer finger, shielding her eyes from the sun, then seems to perk up and giggle a little bit. Ah, of course...Bakugou really does want to just get away from everyone, and have a private moment. Probably people watch, too.]
Mm, that sounds fun. It'll be like having lunch on the roof at UA!!
god dammit I TRIED LOL I AM SORRY I. kill me. u_u next one can be short ig
Dammit. Stop. There goes his jaw again, clenching hard with teeth grinding into each other. Katsuki forces himself to look at Ochako, focus on her words, her body language as the smaller teen seems to loosen up a little... every little bit. The way her hand casts a shadow across her eyes, even. Anything to stop fucking thinking about what it means for him... to him, to do something like this instead of suffering through it.]
Tch. Yeah, I guess. [That it's like having lunch on the roof of UA, he means. Another thing he doesn't really want to think about... but thankfully the line they get into is short, moving quickly and he has to derail that line of thought to dig in his pocket for the money. He hands over the money, once the person in front of them is taken care of, and once they're handed their lunch, Katsuki just tightens his hand to tug the brunette along to the building he'd pointed at a couple minutes before. Stopping in the shadow cast by the structure, he offers Ochako his skewer and worms his hand out of hers.
Here comes the awkward part.] Hold them. [Stepping in close after she complies and takes it, after a brief moment of blank stare riddled debate, his arm shifts forward so he can wind his arm around her waist. It's not weird. This isn't fucking weird. They're just going up. It's fine. Everything is fine. Never mind that clench of his jaw, again.] Quirk. Both of us. I'll use mine after. [If that wasn't obvious... ]
SHHH IT'S FINE, BBY I LOVE YOU, and gosh it's so sad and cute. ;;
Her hand tightens on his again, but this time it's involuntary, and there's a mild tension to Ochako's shoulders and jaw as well, that he might be able to catch, before she's back to being chipper again. Just...don't. Don't think about it. Do what you can now and it'll all be okay. He will get through it and be back to normal soon. Nothing bad will happen, he's--...he won't let himself lose. He's stubborn enough to beat this, and she can help. She is helping!! Right...right... This is helping.
Following along behind - and not even bringing up that she's a bit sour about him paying for them both (it's not worth it right now) - Ochako looks well up to the top of the building again, almost as if to gauge the distance and height in her head. Nodding, she takes the skewers and opens her mouth to respond before the sound gets choked out a little bit. Ochako's eyes snap down to his arm curling around her waist, then back to her friend's face and there is definitely a questioning look in her eyes, and a flush spreading from her pink cheeks all the way to the tip of her nose. Um...this escalated quickly.]
R-Right!! My quirk! [Patting him perhaps a bit harder than intended on the shoulder, and covering her entire face with her hand, Ochako just lets the weightless feeling wash over her and Bakugou, and keeps her eyes pointedly down at the ground below them, and not at her friend.] You're, um...g-g-good to go, Ba-Bakugou-kun!
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Just watching the pink spread across her nose into a band, the questioning look being leveled at him... the fucking way she hides under her hand like that makes his stomach tighten uncomfortably. It makes his own neck burn, a heat that creeps up into his head in a way that he very frustratingly has no means to control. But the worst part of it?
He can't even fucking make a face, or yell at her for making it awkward as FUCK, or do anything he would to try to maintain some of his goddamn dignity! He hates this curse, more and more with each fucking second, seriously. It's one of the worst things he's ever had to endure, honestly, and there's still a decent chunk of it left to get through. Well, he can't yell at her for it, but he can grumble at her to the best of his ability for even fucking going there.]
Don't make it weird!
[Too late for that. Best way to get the hell outta this uncomfortable mess is to drop his free hand back behind them and blast the fuck off. Get moving. Katsuki distantly notes how weird of a sensation it is, to be weightless at all, let alone while holding someone against him, but between his stomach and the rest, he's not gonna let himself dwell on it like some dumb shit kid in wonder. There's the tell-tale crackle as his arm tightens around Ochako to secure her to him, before a small boom rockets them up. When level with the roof of the building, his hand raises and angles, to blast them forward so they're floating above the weather worn shingles atop the building. With their destination just feet below where they float, Katsuki shifts to take the two skewers from the brunette so she can release her quirk, very pointedly not looking her in the eye, because this close, he notices that... whatever she uses to wash her hair is sweet, and kinda nice--
Nonono-
Hell fucking no. She doesn't smell good, that's just his fuckin' head going wild with the weirdness. They don't have room for this bullshit. It's not something to note. It's not a thing.
She smells like crap. End of story. Clench, grind... never mind how sore his jaw is starting to get from doing that. His command is rough, when he manages to force out the next two words..]
Drop us.
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I-I'm not!!
[Making it weird, that is. Ochako squeaks a bit, unsure of what to do here because she can't just let go!! They have plans, and he'd just get even more upset if he had to chase her down in the air or something. Plus, their food will get cold! No, she just has to...endure this. Has to endure his arm around her waist, being pressed up against Bakugou's body and idly marveling at how warm he is, and how large his chest and shoulders are, and--
WHOOO LORD, DIAL IT BACK. DIAL IT WAY THE HELL BACK THERE, MISSY!! That is foreign and dangerous territory and we do not trek into it.
Unable to speak - as her throat's tightened to the point where a wheeze of air escapes just enough to allow her to breathe - Ochako merely nods her head furiously, stupidly, and hopes to high heaven that the speed at which she did is enough to hide how red she is. Her face feels like it's on fire, and the aimless thoughts are starting to swell - little things she's never once noticed about Bakugou not all crashing into her like...well, like she released her own quirk on herself. A meteor storm.
Even after she's released her quirk, dropping them to the rooftop below them, Ochako is stunned by all the little things she's noticed in that short moment. The heat of his body - is it because of his quirk? - and the sweet aroma coming off him, like candy, mixed together with the smoke of his explosions... And, the most damning one that Ochako will be mentally slamming her head against a wall for hours over... H-His eyes. When the light catches them just right, i-it's almost like...l-like there's flecks of gold in those red eyes - like a sunburst.
Barely registering their still...very close, Ochako finally regains her ability to speak and moves away just enough to keep close enough to take his hand again, but not...immediately pressed up against him, holy shit.]
W-W-Well...well done, Bakugou-kun!! Haha! I can see everything f-from up here!
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[Not helpful, Katsuki. Really, bringing more attention to the fact that they're both flustered is a rookie friggin' move, and only makes his ears feel even warmer. Her wondering isn't far off, he does run warmer than most people because of his quirk, but the blush he DOESN'T HAVE, PERIOD, is most definitely adding to that right now. The way she nods, violently, doesn't help her to hide the fact that she looks like she hails from a family of fucking lobsters, and doesn't help make it any less awkward. So much so that he is making it a point to look anywhere fucking else- the sky, the roof beneath them, out in the distance at the other buildings, anywhere but at her. Definitely not at the way her short brows knit with her distress or the almost dazed look in those big brown eyes that's almost kinda fuckin' endear--
NONONONO. NO FUCKING MORE. MOTHER. FUCKING. NOPE.
The weight returns to his body and his feet hit the roof with a thump, and Katsuki reaches for her hand while taking a wide step back, head turned away as much as it can go as he hisses at her. Everything in his face is so damn strained right now from not being able to glower at anything he can, it actually really hurts, and the grip of his hand tightens along with the now reflexive grind of his teeth. The force of his words just makes it even more intense, and the extra agitated inflection there because of that fact is undeniable. But hey, he sounds a little more like himself, at least?]
Just shut the hell up, ain't a damn impressive thing about it!
[Then he yanks her with him, as he takes a few careful steps to the edge of the roof... and then pulls her with like a ragdoll as he drops to sit there. Still very decidedly not looking at Ochacko, he holds out the hand that has the two sticks of pork belly in it, to offer hers back to her.]
Here, dumbass. [There's that telling twitch of his fingers against the back of her hand, the one that says he is 100% uncomfortable, but the tension in his shoulders is probably and equally good giveaway. Still, he just takes a bite off of his skewer, noting that yeah... it was definitely easier to get his mouth open enough for it. He can't help the heavy, relieved and satisfied huff that puffs out of his nose as he chews, probably not as thoroughly as he normally would, before swallowing and going for the next bite immediately.
He's fucking hungry, don't judge him. In between bites, and in realizing that despite the World's Most Awkward Moment™ he still feels that almost loose warmth in his face, he decides to try his hand at eating and talking. He's not usually the one to strike up conversation, but fuck man... the silence, not being able to talk right, it's killing him. This slight reprieve from holding her hand feels almost like fucking Christmas, and honestly, they can use a subject change. Like yesterday.] I would do this back home, too. To get away.
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I-IF ONE WERE, HAHA...YOU KNOW...INTERESTED IN SILLY STUFF LIKE THAT. WH0WHICH OCHAKO ISN'T!! Totally isn't. She already put her feelings away for Deku, she...sh-she doesn't need any mo--...WHOA. WHOA?? WHAT'S THIS SORT OF FUCKED UP THINKING?! Feelings?! For Bakugou? Pfff--! Okay, that actually nearly makes her snort, and she has to hold it back a little bit, because the thought is simply...so absurd. Yes, he's handsome when he's not shrieking like a monkey at someone - there's no denying he is - but so are a good portion of the boys in her class!! Kirishima, Denki, Iida's not half bad sometimes...even Ojiro's cute sometimes. Being aesthetically pleasing to look at doesn't mean Ochako has feelings for any of those boys, and especially not Bakugou...the idea almost makes her laugh.
As if he'd think anything of her either, good lord. There's no possible way, even if she amused the idea she could catch anything romantic towards this lit fuse of a young man.
Ochako's just about to say something - maybe another comment about his quirk being impressive, even without her help - but Ochako instead makes a soft yip of pain, wincing a little as he grips her hand a bit too tight to be comfortable, and then drags and pulls her around like a dog on a leash. She stumbles, yelping again, and actually has to grab onto his whole arm to keep herself to falling on her ass, or off the fucking roof. Not like it'd matter, she'd activate her quirk on herself, but still!! It's the principle of the thing.]
Oww...jeez, Bakugou, you don't have to pull me like that!! You're gonna pull my whole arm off at this point!
[Frowning, Ochako takes her skewer and begins to eat, humming happily at the crisp and smoky flavor as it fills her mouth. Oh lord...yeah, this was definitely the one to get. Chicken and beef are well and good, but there's nothing close to the fatty goodness of pork belly. Her legs kick back and forth off the edge of the roof as Ochako grips her friend's hand, pausing in her chewing only to take quiet note of the twitch of his fingers, the tension in his shoulders, and how tight his jaw seemed, even though there was definitely some improvement the closer they were together.
Her eyes briefly scan over him, really taking in his everything, and Ochako feels her shoulders droop a bit, her chewing slowing to a stop. Man, this really stinks. She's glad to be helping Bakugou, but Ochako knows how uncomfortable he is, she can feel it. Literally feel it. In his grip and in his aura and body language, and she shifts a little closer, frowning a bit. He's probably clenching his jaw, or gritting his teeth, or soemthing behind that stony face. Ochako is just about to scold him, and offer up another solution, before Bakugou...talks? To her??
Blinking, Ochako tilts her head as she stares at her friend a moment, before looking down and then out over the scene below. It's a nice day, and the view is great from up high like this. It's...relaxing. Her gaze softens a bit, eyes looking up at the sky and she twirls her skewer between her fingers.]
...You and I have that in common, kind of. When I learned how to better control my quirk, I'd float up high on starry nights and just...stay up there. Sometimes for hours, if I was really upset, or needed to be alone. In the summer, too, when it'd rain...or in the winter when it would snow.
But the stars are always my favorite. Getting up high enough, past the city lights, or far enough away where they don't pollute the night...mmh... [She closes her eyes and sighs. It's beautiful.]