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..? ]
There are... a fair selection of mental images that spring immediately to mind at that. Moments from those dreams he has, that he knows now haven't been entirely accurate but can't find it in him to care much. The parts he's always found most attractive - those red eyes that try to demand what are you gonna do about it but half the time seem more to ask please do something about it; the lines of his neck that it seems a crime that nobody is sinking their teeth into; his thighs that always seem like they'll be soft to the touch despite the hardness of the rest of him... those things are all still there. Still the same.
[ Fuck. He wants him so bad. He's always wanted him so bad. To be fucked and getting to look at that chest and his hair and-- But it wouldn't be him that he did anything with...
Who gives a shit. Fuck, if he says yes, this might be his only time to actually get to fuck someone with a dick so he might as well go for it, right? ]
[ That... is something of a snag. So his options right now are either not do this right now, and after that who knows whether or not it'll end up happening at all, or switch things up for a change. ]
... Not normally a bottom, but I imagine your body would probably disagree with me there.
[ Fuck it. Call it research or something. ]
Guess there's a first time for everything.
[ He doesn't even let go of his hand - just uses the other one instead to grab his shirt and pull him in for a kiss. If he closes his eyes then maybe... ]
[ Fuck. He closes his eyes right away to imagine it's the other way around. His hands don't hesitate for a second but. Ugh. Those are his abs he's touching. And he knows it. The shape is so familiar.
He pulls away from the kiss with a bite to his lip to mumble. ]
This sucks. I don't want to just touch myself...
[ But he is going to come up and graze his nipples from under his shirt because he knows those are sensitive. ]
[ That touch drags a gasp out of him that he didn't expect - okay, that's definitely something to keep in mind. Honestly, his immediate thought is that he kind of just wants to keep touching them himself, in full agreement that he'd much prefer to touch this body than his own. But at the same time, he's realising now that this could actually be interesting. Finding out from the source what kind of buttons to push later.
Well, what physical buttons. It's already fairly clear what his layout of mental ones looks like. ]
Then don't.
[ He takes hold of both of Bakugou's wrists (they shouldn't feel as thin as his are - even not looking at them, it's annoying) and pulls his hands away, up, climbing into his lap as he pins them to the wall behind. He's got better brute strength this way, at least. That's a potential upside. ]
[ Alright. So it seemed like some of what he wanted was purely psychological. Because the idea of his hands being over his head, out of his control, was fucking hot as fuck.
He realizes, too, that he's getting hard just from this. ]
Fuck is it always this easy...?
[ He's genuinely asking. And immediately grinding into him because it feels good. ]
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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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[ Hey, he can't say he'd mind. ]
Didn't have you pegged for the soft type.
[ That's a lie, he absolutely did. Nobody can be as tense as that all the time in front of people and then not need to let go of it in private. ]
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[ Fucker.
... But there's your offer. ]
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There are... a fair selection of mental images that spring immediately to mind at that. Moments from those dreams he has, that he knows now haven't been entirely accurate but can't find it in him to care much. The parts he's always found most attractive - those red eyes that try to demand what are you gonna do about it but half the time seem more to ask please do something about it; the lines of his neck that it seems a crime that nobody is sinking their teeth into; his thighs that always seem like they'll be soft to the touch despite the hardness of the rest of him... those things are all still there. Still the same.
God, he still wants him. ]
Not yet, at least.
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Who gives a shit. Fuck, if he says yes, this might be his only time to actually get to fuck someone with a dick so he might as well go for it, right? ]
Guess if we did it now, I'd be doing the pegging.
[ Your move. ]
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... Not normally a bottom, but I imagine your body would probably disagree with me there.
[ Fuck it. Call it research or something. ]
Guess there's a first time for everything.
[ He doesn't even let go of his hand - just uses the other one instead to grab his shirt and pull him in for a kiss. If he closes his eyes then maybe... ]
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He pulls away from the kiss with a bite to his lip to mumble. ]
This sucks. I don't want to just touch myself...
[ But he is going to come up and graze his nipples from under his shirt because he knows those are sensitive. ]
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Well, what physical buttons. It's already fairly clear what his layout of mental ones looks like. ]
Then don't.
[ He takes hold of both of Bakugou's wrists (they shouldn't feel as thin as his are - even not looking at them, it's annoying) and pulls his hands away, up, climbing into his lap as he pins them to the wall behind. He's got better brute strength this way, at least. That's a potential upside. ]
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He realizes, too, that he's getting hard just from this. ]
Fuck is it always this easy...?
[ He's genuinely asking. And immediately grinding into him because it feels good. ]
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