Don't be a baby about it. It's a body. It's no different from mine.
[ It feels totally different, and there's definitely something uncomfortable that he can't put his finger on that has nothing to do with the sweat, but still. ]
[ Going to the body's classes to minimize diffusion of knowledge about the situation would be the logical thing, what with them not knowing if this is somehow villain-related, but... ]
For the love of god do not show up at General.
[ He's having a hard enough time with some of them already. Not everyone is as excited as he is about his pending transfer. ]
You don't have his number on here for me to ask him, so you do it. Makes sense to me to call it a sick day, but he might have other ideas.
He said it's up to us. He doesn't see the problem with my body going to general and yours going to heroics to at least hear the lectures. That's the most FUCKING Eraser answer I've ever heard I'm so pissed
[ ... God, he really doesn't want to face them at General looking like this either. ]
Go to your classes if you want to. Mine aren't that important anymore anyway.
[ Aizawa would kill him if he caught him saying that, especially given that Heroics still has all the subjects General does only more condensed to fit the rest in, but shh. ]
Just don't do anything weird with my body. And don't use my quirk. Looks like muscle memory mostly has yours covered, so I'm fine, but you might not be able to control Brainwash.
[ What he'd like to do is go with Bakugou to Heroics - but he's aware of how much to ask that is. ]
[ With that taken mostly care of, Hitoshi-in-Bakugou's-body puts Bakugou's phone aside and gets up with every intention of having that spitbath and putting at least some pants on. The movement alerts him to having to use the bathroom, though. That's... awkward. He hesitates for a moment - but, what, is he just supposed to not? He decides not to bother announcing it, that that'd be weirder than just doing it.
But, well. That doesn't quite go as expected. And he realizes - that's what felt so uncomfortable. Because there's nothing there.
To be more accurate, there is definitely something there. But it's not remotely what he was expecting.
It feels incredibly invasive even continuing, but he knows he can't just wait the entire day. So he's as delicate as he can be about it. Tries to look as little as possible. And when he takes that spitbath with one of the washcloths next to the sink, he's definitely more conservative about the whole thing. At least, he supposes as he sits back on the bed, it distracted him from the whole touching this body at all thing.
It's nearly half an hour later when he texts again, because he has definitely spent that entire time staring at the ceiling and deciding whether or not to apologize for earlier in light of... facts as they are. ]
... Until he gets that text and his whole fucking world comes crashing down.
So the guy he has had the biggest fucking crush on just saw. And it wasn't on his own terms. He wasn't ready for it. Not yet. He can feel panic rushing up into him and angry tears welling in the corners of his eyes. ]
[ Fuck he didn't even think about having to pee....
He just. Throws something in frustration and before he knows it he's crying.
So now the guy he's been crushing on for fucking ever is going to pity him and never want him because everyone knows how fucking gay he is. And yeah. He's a boy. But we all know how that fucking goes. ]
[ It's hard to say, right away, that it doesn't change anything. Something tells Hitoshi that it should. That he should see Bakugou differently now. He's known he was gay since... he's not even sure how old he was, it feels like he's always known. He doesn't like girls. He's never liked girls.
But... Bakugou isn't a girl. This doesn't change that.
... God, why does this even matter? It isn't as if they're dating or anything. The fact that Hitoshi's idle fantasies end up straying to Bakugou more often than not doesn't mean he has some kind of claim over him. He scrubs his hands over his face irritably - an action he's sure this body must be very accustomed to - and tries to stop thinking about it. ]
[ ... Did he really fuck him up that badly? Hitoshi knows there isn't much he could've done about it, but he still feels like a huge asshole. ]
If you get hungry, there are snacks in the fridge.
[ Nothing remotely healthy. That's an emergency 'I can't get out of my room today' sustenance stash. It's mostly Hi-Chew, Kinoko no Yama (Takenokos do not interact), and possibly still some wasabi chips. ]
Or I'll get you something from Lunch Rush if you want.
[ Dominos can't exactly deliver to the inside of a highly secure hero school. ]
[ He thinks about probing a little further, asking what exactly kind of thing he'd want - but decides against it. Probably best to leave him alone for now. Hitoshi vaguely wishes for a headband or something - Bakugou's hair falls right in his eyes, how does he deal with that all the time - as he makes himself decent and heads out.
Lucky for him, most people already give Bakugou an incredibly wide berth. And the Heroics students are all in class right now, so none of them around to stop him. Just in case, he has headphones in that he found on the nightstand. They're not playing anything. He thinks about it, but thinks he'd rather have a covert ear out for anything else weird going on.
In the end, he's so absorbed in his thoughts that he's not sure he heard anything, weird or otherwise, between Bakugou's room and the cafeteria.
Lunch Rush seems surprised when he's basically polite about asking for something. He also seems to get immediately that something is going on, something he needs to not ask about. Hitoshi makes a note to find out if there's something he can do to thank him later, and even offers a shallow bow as he leaves.
All in all, it's probably another half hour before he turns up at... his own bedroom door. He's fully aware that this body is not supposed to be in the C-class dorms at all, but while there's no way his attempt at a glare drips with the same amount of venom as the real thing, it keeps Togeike from interrupting him as she clearly considered for a moment. He thinks about apologizing to her too. But then he remembers her loudly talking to Agoyamato yesterday about how she can't imagine wanting to be in Heroics, and how anyone wanting to associate with those flashy weirdos must be a real attention-seeker, and decides not to bother.
Finally: knock knock. Unmolested, against all odds. Hopefully spicy yakisoba is good enough. ]
Music, whatever. He doesn't have any of his games on this laptop, he's sure. He doesn't even know the password. He doesn't think that Shinsou is going to show up any time soon with stuff anyway. The knock is a little bit of a surprise. He almost yells for them to go away but.
Maybe he doesn't want anyone to figure it out. That means kind of acting like Shinsou. He'd be nice, right?
So he stands. And sees himself. And blushes because apparently this body has way less control over that. ]
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[ Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK?
He's gonna Know ]
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Don't be a baby about it. It's a body. It's no different from mine.
[ It feels totally different, and there's definitely something uncomfortable that he can't put his finger on that has nothing to do with the sweat, but still. ]
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You slept in your underwear though, so I've already seen most of it.
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I guess we should meet up, at least.
[ Looks like that spitbath is on the cards after all. ]
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... Think your hardass dad would be chill enough for us not to go at all?
[ He hates that idea. Of being behind even one day. ]
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For the love of god do not show up at General.
[ He's having a hard enough time with some of them already. Not everyone is as excited as he is about his pending transfer. ]
You don't have his number on here for me to ask him, so you do it. Makes sense to me to call it a sick day, but he might have other ideas.
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[ A few moments pass. ]
He said it's up to us. He doesn't see the problem with my body going to general and yours going to heroics to at least hear the lectures. That's the most FUCKING Eraser answer I've ever heard I'm so pissed
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Go to your classes if you want to. Mine aren't that important anymore anyway.
[ Aizawa would kill him if he caught him saying that, especially given that Heroics still has all the subjects General does only more condensed to fit the rest in, but shh. ]
Just don't do anything weird with my body. And don't use my quirk. Looks like muscle memory mostly has yours covered, so I'm fine, but you might not be able to control Brainwash.
[ What he'd like to do is go with Bakugou to Heroics - but he's aware of how much to ask that is. ]
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... How do you make it stop?
[ Just in case. ]
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[ ... ]
... On second thought, this is you we're talking about.
Just... concentrate on not starting it at all.
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But, well. That doesn't quite go as expected. And he realizes - that's what felt so uncomfortable. Because there's nothing there.
To be more accurate, there is definitely something there. But it's not remotely what he was expecting.
It feels incredibly invasive even continuing, but he knows he can't just wait the entire day. So he's as delicate as he can be about it. Tries to look as little as possible. And when he takes that spitbath with one of the washcloths next to the sink, he's definitely more conservative about the whole thing. At least, he supposes as he sits back on the bed, it distracted him from the whole touching this body at all thing.
It's nearly half an hour later when he texts again, because he has definitely spent that entire time staring at the ceiling and deciding whether or not to apologize for earlier in light of... facts as they are. ]
I see why you didn't want me to shower.
Sorry for being a dick about it.
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... Until he gets that text and his whole fucking world comes crashing down.
So the guy he has had the biggest fucking crush on just saw. And it wasn't on his own terms. He wasn't ready for it. Not yet. He can feel panic rushing up into him and angry tears welling in the corners of his eyes. ]
WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LOOK?
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He just. Throws something in frustration and before he knows it he's crying.
So now the guy he's been crushing on for fucking ever is going to pity him and never want him because everyone knows how fucking gay he is. And yeah. He's a boy. But we all know how that fucking goes. ]
Fuck you whatever
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But... Bakugou isn't a girl. This doesn't change that.
... God, why does this even matter? It isn't as if they're dating or anything. The fact that Hitoshi's idle fantasies end up straying to Bakugou more often than not doesn't mean he has some kind of claim over him. He scrubs his hands over his face irritably - an action he's sure this body must be very accustomed to - and tries to stop thinking about it. ]
I won't tell anyone.
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Not going to class. You don't either if you're gonna be weird.
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[ He was so all about it earlier. Skipping class when he has the option to go sounds like the least Bakugou thing Hitoshi can think of. ]
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[ It was just. That's a lot. And he doesn't want to deal with this situation now ]
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If you get hungry, there are snacks in the fridge.
[ Nothing remotely healthy. That's an emergency 'I can't get out of my room today' sustenance stash. It's mostly Hi-Chew, Kinoko no Yama (Takenokos do not interact), and possibly still some wasabi chips. ]
Or I'll get you something from Lunch Rush if you want.
[ Dominos can't exactly deliver to the inside of a highly secure hero school. ]
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Yeah. Sure. Thanks. Whatever is good.
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Lucky for him, most people already give Bakugou an incredibly wide berth. And the Heroics students are all in class right now, so none of them around to stop him. Just in case, he has headphones in that he found on the nightstand. They're not playing anything. He thinks about it, but thinks he'd rather have a covert ear out for anything else weird going on.
In the end, he's so absorbed in his thoughts that he's not sure he heard anything, weird or otherwise, between Bakugou's room and the cafeteria.
Lunch Rush seems surprised when he's basically polite about asking for something. He also seems to get immediately that something is going on, something he needs to not ask about. Hitoshi makes a note to find out if there's something he can do to thank him later, and even offers a shallow bow as he leaves.
All in all, it's probably another half hour before he turns up at... his own bedroom door. He's fully aware that this body is not supposed to be in the C-class dorms at all, but while there's no way his attempt at a glare drips with the same amount of venom as the real thing, it keeps Togeike from interrupting him as she clearly considered for a moment. He thinks about apologizing to her too. But then he remembers her loudly talking to Agoyamato yesterday about how she can't imagine wanting to be in Heroics, and how anyone wanting to associate with those flashy weirdos must be a real attention-seeker, and decides not to bother.
Finally: knock knock. Unmolested, against all odds. Hopefully spicy yakisoba is good enough. ]
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Music, whatever. He doesn't have any of his games on this laptop, he's sure. He doesn't even know the password. He doesn't think that Shinsou is going to show up any time soon with stuff anyway. The knock is a little bit of a surprise. He almost yells for them to go away but.
Maybe he doesn't want anyone to figure it out. That means kind of acting like Shinsou. He'd be nice, right?
So he stands. And sees himself. And blushes because apparently this body has way less control over that. ]
Hey. ... Thanks.
[ He stands to the side to let him in. ]
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