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. ]
[ Looking up at himself is weird. Watching himself blush is weirder. He pulls a face and tries to pretend he didn't see that at all, offering out the bag with the to-go boxes in it that Lunch Rush gave him as he comes inside. ]
You like spicy food, right? Lunch Rush said this was good. Yours is the bottom one.
[ Because no, he's not nearly such a spice fan. His is just plain regular yakisoba, thanks.
... For the first time, it occurs to him that he has Bakugou's tastebuds. And Bakugou has his. ]
... Actually, I don't know if my body can handle that. You might want to try the other one.
[ Irritated by the situation in general - is it his imagination, or is he getting annoyed faster being in this body? - he pushes Bakugou's hair back from his face and frowns at it falling right back to where it was. ]
Medication's actually the problem.
[ He motions to a bottle of pills on the nightstand. ]
You should take one of those. I need them. Every day.
Maybe, but I'm gonna go ahead and ask that you not throw my body down any stairs in an attempt to do that. The meds are specifically for curtailing that kind of thing.
[ Get it? It's funny, because depression. ]
I'm not enjoying yours much more, for the record.
[ He's nowhere near enough of an asshole to say it, but this body doesn't even have the equipment he's used to... ]
[ It seems like his expressions are harder to hide too. Because the visible hurt all over his face is like a neon sign. Shock and awe and just. Anger starting to bubble up. ]
[ He watches his own face cycle through those expressions, and part of him wonders what he must look like right now. Is the surprise and guilt as visible as it would have been? Or is it hidden under the annoyed bent of Bakugou's resting shithead face? ]
That's not what I...
[ Except he knows how shitty his last thought was. He wasn't trying to be selfish, but... this has to be way harder on Bakugou than it is on him. ]
... listen, I'm sorry, okay? I don't... know how to navigate this. Can you just tell me?
The fuck do you mean navigate? You sit to pee. That's it. Fuck.
[ He just. He wants to throw him out but this is Shinsou's room.
It just keeps getting worse. So. That's the answer huh. The guy you'd been feeling fucking crazy about and hating yourself for is straight up disgusted by you. Cool. His lip starts to quiver again as he tries to keep it straight. ]
[ God. He pinches the bridge of his nose, wondering if the headache he can feel coming on is his imagination or not. ]
That's not...
[ He sighs agitatedly, the sound coming out more like one of those snarls of irritation that Bakugou tends to give. ]
Listen. It was a surprise, sure. It's not what I'm used to. But it's not like it matters. I'm sorry I keep putting my foot in my mouth, what I'm trying to do is make this less weird for you. That's what I was asking for. Like... let me help you out.
[ Christ, you'd think Bakugou was the first trans person he'd ever met in his life or something... ]
[ It feels like there should be something else, something more he can do - but he won't press it again. He definitely gets the sense that he's done enough inadvertent damage by this point. So he helps get the food out, handing... his own body... a pair of chopsticks. This is not at any point going to stop being weird. ]
Okay, this one's the spicy one... you try the regular one. If that's good, I'll try this. If not then we can switch.
[ He narrows his eyes, in a look that would have been fairly flat on his own face, but he's pretty sure if he looked in the mirror right now he'd see one of those surprisingly adorable round-cheeked pouty faces Bakugou likes to pretend he doesn't make. ]
I just don't want you burning my tongue. I need that back.
I think you'll find you're doing the blushing. My face is just capable of expressions other than 'fuck you', which is probably what's so strange to you.
[ He has the box containing the spicy yakisoba in his lap, and thinks he could probably get away with eating it in this body - but after a lifetime of thoroughly not enjoying burning his tastebuds off, he's hesitant. Pokes at it with his chopsticks idly instead. ]
Speaking of things you'll need to get used to - don't hit my head on anything.
[ 5cm isn't a huge height difference, but it's not nothing. ]
[ He'll have to get used to the idea first. The notion of a trans boy being in another body, a cis body, is already fucking wild. The fact that it's his crush is....
Something else.
Shinsou's own phone (in Bakugo's possession) gets a text. ]
It's from Loudmouth.
[ Which is to say Mic. He reads it over. ... And blushes even deeper. ]
He said depending on the quirk prolonged physical touch might make it happen too.
[ His eyes widen a fraction, and now he can feel this body flush pink too. Honestly his first thought is he did that on purpose. He doesn't really think Mic would suggest something like that if there wasn't actually a chance it would work, but all the same.
A chuckle, and he sits back a little. It's bizarre saying this to what looks like himself, but oh well. ]
You can hold my hand if you want to. Unless that's not enough.
He takes a second to decide how to handle that. He... seriously wants to hold his hand?
Pressing the issue, he already knows, will likely just make him try to backpedal his way out of it. And... well, he can't say he doesn't want to himself. So instead of saying anything, he simply offers his hand.
I mean, in a sense, you are holding my hand. I'm just doing it for you.
[ It does feel weird, though. Lacing their fingers together and despite the feeling of another person, knowing he's still just... touching himself from the outside. Maybe if he doesn't look, he can just pretend..? ]
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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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You like spicy food, right? Lunch Rush said this was good. Yours is the bottom one.
[ Because no, he's not nearly such a spice fan. His is just plain regular yakisoba, thanks.
... For the first time, it occurs to him that he has Bakugou's tastebuds. And Bakugou has his. ]
... Actually, I don't know if my body can handle that. You might want to try the other one.
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Figures. Guess you'll have to toughen up a little more for heroics huh?
[ He's just busting his chops for the sake of it now.
He invites him in because well. It's his fucking room at the end of the day. ]
I heard back from Screamer. He said from what he can tell it's temporary and'll be fixed after we sleep.
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... Good luck with that.
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What do you mean.
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You woke up today, right? So I slept last night.
[ Which is a very bad sign. ]
The eye bags aren't for decoration. Unless non-REM counts, which in this case I doubt, I manage to sleep maybe every fourth or fifth day.
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I'm gonna guess you've tried medication and that doesn't work.
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[ Irritated by the situation in general - is it his imagination, or is he getting annoyed faster being in this body? - he pushes Bakugou's hair back from his face and frowns at it falling right back to where it was. ]
Medication's actually the problem.
[ He motions to a bottle of pills on the nightstand. ]
You should take one of those. I need them. Every day.
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Right. So. ]
I want the fuck out of this body. Think it'll work if they straight up knock you out?
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[ Get it? It's funny, because depression. ]
I'm not enjoying yours much more, for the record.
[ He's nowhere near enough of an asshole to say it, but this body doesn't even have the equipment he's used to... ]
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Yeah well no one fucking asked you to, did they.
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That's not what I...
[ Except he knows how shitty his last thought was. He wasn't trying to be selfish, but... this has to be way harder on Bakugou than it is on him. ]
... listen, I'm sorry, okay? I don't... know how to navigate this. Can you just tell me?
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[ He just. He wants to throw him out but this is Shinsou's room.
It just keeps getting worse. So. That's the answer huh. The guy you'd been feeling fucking crazy about and hating yourself for is straight up disgusted by you. Cool. His lip starts to quiver again as he tries to keep it straight. ]
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That's not...
[ He sighs agitatedly, the sound coming out more like one of those snarls of irritation that Bakugou tends to give. ]
Listen. It was a surprise, sure. It's not what I'm used to. But it's not like it matters. I'm sorry I keep putting my foot in my mouth, what I'm trying to do is make this less weird for you. That's what I was asking for. Like... let me help you out.
[ Christ, you'd think Bakugou was the first trans person he'd ever met in his life or something... ]
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It... it doesn't matter? Okay.
... Okay. Fuck. He was overreacting even for him. He blushes and moves to finally start taking the food out of the bags. ]
Sure. Just. Stop fucking mentioning it. I'd rather forget it, okay? Especially now.
[ He wants to think of anything but that. ]
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[ It feels like there should be something else, something more he can do - but he won't press it again. He definitely gets the sense that he's done enough inadvertent damage by this point. So he helps get the food out, handing... his own body... a pair of chopsticks. This is not at any point going to stop being weird. ]
Okay, this one's the spicy one... you try the regular one. If that's good, I'll try this. If not then we can switch.
[ He narrows his eyes, in a look that would have been fairly flat on his own face, but he's pretty sure if he looked in the mirror right now he'd see one of those surprisingly adorable round-cheeked pouty faces Bakugou likes to pretend he doesn't make. ]
I just don't want you burning my tongue. I need that back.
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He takes the chopsticks and feels himself blush. ]
Is your pale ass always this easy to blush?
[ He's just gonna keep going and pretend he's not thinking about how fucking hot it is that he could look at whatever he wanted. ]
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[ He has the box containing the spicy yakisoba in his lap, and thinks he could probably get away with eating it in this body - but after a lifetime of thoroughly not enjoying burning his tastebuds off, he's hesitant. Pokes at it with his chopsticks idly instead. ]
Speaking of things you'll need to get used to - don't hit my head on anything.
[ 5cm isn't a huge height difference, but it's not nothing. ]
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[ He'll have to get used to the idea first. The notion of a trans boy being in another body, a cis body, is already fucking wild. The fact that it's his crush is....
Something else.
Shinsou's own phone (in Bakugo's possession) gets a text. ]
It's from Loudmouth.
[ Which is to say Mic. He reads it over. ... And blushes even deeper. ]
He said depending on the quirk prolonged physical touch might make it happen too.
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A chuckle, and he sits back a little. It's bizarre saying this to what looks like himself, but oh well. ]
You can hold my hand if you want to. Unless that's not enough.
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And what if I do.
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He takes a second to decide how to handle that. He... seriously wants to hold his hand?
Pressing the issue, he already knows, will likely just make him try to backpedal his way out of it. And... well, he can't say he doesn't want to himself. So instead of saying anything, he simply offers his hand.
Here. If you want it, take it. ]
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But he does have to voice one opinion. ]
This is fucking stupid. I wanted to hold your hand, not mine.
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[ It does feel weird, though. Lacing their fingers together and despite the feeling of another person, knowing he's still just... touching himself from the outside. Maybe if he doesn't look, he can just pretend..? ]
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Guess it's close enough.
[ But okay. Time to really test the waters. ]
Might have to make up for it later.
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