[That 'no' was a bald faced lie, but definitely not the most irritating part of this conversation. As far as he was concerned, no one had a control on his behavior but himself. ( Though that was readily disproved if anyone saw him interact with his mother or Kirishima. )
Scowling, Bakugo held out a hand crackling with small explosions, letting them pop loudly and obnoxiously before they died out. It left his hands warm enough to help dry off the pots and pants with a few sizzling touches, steam rising off the points of contact. Unnecessary? Yes. Was he picturing slapping a palm to Dead Weight's face? Definitely.]
Who has a handler?
[Also since when was Bakugo like most people? He fixed Dead Weight with a small sneer, cocking his head to the side.]
If you have a problem, we can settle it outside.
[Definitely one of the big clauses in any pro-hero rental agreements had to be keeping any fights outside or at designated areas, and Bakugo wasn't about to get fined just because of Dead Weight.]
Luckily for Hitoshi he is fully aware of what their rental agreement says. He's not about to be cowed by this shithead who thinks he can barrel his way through anything and everything will just settle into place behind him.
There really isn't any need to provoke him, though. He could de-escalate this here, just go back into his room - coffee can always come later, once the bull is all done with their little china shop. He doesn't have to keep baiting reactions... but it's so easy. ]
Or, we could not do that.
[ His gaze is straight, eye contact not wavering. What are you gonna do about it. This isn't UA, where you'd get away with a slap on the wrist for blasting a hole in the wall because that's basically what they expect Heroics students to do anyway. You do that now, you get to pay for it. ]
I really did think they would've housebroken you by now.
[Bakugo met Dead Weight's gaze with a small curl to his lip, before he went to stack the pots and pans. If he wasn't interested in a fight, then Bakugo was going to take a shower, do some stretches, then go to bed. He had to get up early tomorrow and he wasn't in middle school anymore. The same repeated insults didn't usually work on him.
He did make sure to step into Dead Weight's personal space to bow and gesture sarcastically to let him into the kitchen.]
[ You ever have something happen and you're just generally sort of disturbed by the effect it has on you?
Hitoshi's going to blame the smell on the fact that he hasn't fed in a while. At a baseline it's just sort of nice, like having a vague afterthought of someone's perfume lingering in your house, but when Bakugou draws that close it's suddenly downright appetizing. Realistically he's not any more dangerous like this than a human would be a to a nearby pot roast, but it's still not nothing.
The less said about his knee-jerk reaction to being called master, the better. That's definitely something he's not going to be examining this early in the day. Or possibly ever.
It's lucky the sneer ruins it so perfectly. Hitoshi manages to only look slightly shaken, conceding a half step back. ]
... Much.
[ Just a beat too late to sound as unbothered as he wanted. God dammit. ]
what a great tag to come back to + hopefully this is okay?
[While Bakugo didn't have much interest in soul mates or dating or hand holding or whatever stupid and pointless distractions his classmates allowed themselves, it didn't mean he was blind to all of it. Or more specifically, the effect he could have on people. For the most part, to him it was just another way his ego could be stroked, something to lord over others when he could. The few crushes or stirrings of attraction he felt to other people were squashed or acted upon. There wasn't anything else in between.
Seeing the look on Dead Weight's face, as well as the fact he took a small step back, felt like a victory. Especially since Shinsou was so stoic and difficult to unbalance. He tipped his chin up with a sharp grin, tempted to step in closer to see just what else he could wring out of Dead Weight, when his phone started going off.
Yanking his phone from his pocket, he took a few steps away from Dead Weight to give some semblance of privacy. The phone call started with a barked out 'what?' and digressed from there as the annoyance increased over the duration of the short call. He only grunted in disgust at the end before hanging up, tossing an irritated look over his shoulder.]
That was the agency. Some idiot villain is making stupid threats so they want a few more hands on deck. How long does it take you to get ready?
[ Hitoshi had been about ready to either make efforts to regroup or else exit stage left - he doesn't like being on the back foot, especially not to Napoleon Complex himself - when he is almost literally saved by the bell. Something makes him not take that opportunity to disappear, though. He just chews idly at a fingernail and pretends not to be paying attention.
His eyebrows raise when Bakugou speaks to him again. ]
... Five minutes.
[ He really should feed before he leaves, but it can wait. He'll be hungry and that's annoying, but it can actually be useful - sharpens the senses. As long as it doesn't take too long, he'll be fine. ]
[Bakugo shoved his phone back into his pocket before stomping back over to the refrigerator. He wasn't a big fan of coffee or teas, but if he was going to stay up for another patrol shift he'd need something. He had a few energy drinks shoved in the back bottom shelf, and he squatted down to fish them out.]
And I don't want to hear about how early you woke up today. You should be thanking me! Waking up to me is a lot better than those alarm calls.
You don't get a pass just because something you didn't know was going to happen meant that you were a marginally less irritating option to wake up to.
[ Okay, he's still a little annoyed about getting knocked off his rhythm a minute ago. Three minutes? Fine. He can splash water on his face and throw his costume on in three minutes. He's not one of those flashy heroes with decorative pieces strewn around for no reason, like oh I don't know, Ground Zero maybe.
It's probably less than three minutes later, actually, that he reappears. There's a bottle of ice coffee in the fridge that he grabs - it won't help with the craving, but it'll wake him up a little at least. ]
Wasn't Aizawa-sensei always saying you should overcome everything with your strength? That should include waking up early so stop complaining.
[In those less than three minutes, Bakugo downed two energy drinks in rapid succession before shoving his shoes back on. He was just attaching his second gauntlet when Dead Weight showed up again.
He arched an eyebrow at just the coffee, and if Dead Weight's diet was this poor, no wonder he always looked exhausted and on the brink of collapse. Not on Bakugo's watch.]
You should get a snack too. I'm not stopping for food and missing out on anything just because you didn't eat.
[Was this actual concern and caring or pure selfishness?]
[ Oh, shove your strength the entire way up your ass.
Hitoshi looks down at the bottle in his hands, then back up, and raises an eyebrow. ]
Either I can get breakfast, or we can leave in the next five minutes. One of those things. I can't exactly grab a granola bar and run out the door... Though I do appreciate the concern.
[ Does he, or is he just highlighting look, see, I knew you were soft really for more petty point-scoring? Who's to say. ]
[What, did Dead Weight have some food allergies or habits that Bakugo hadn't noticed? Considering he hadn't paid much attention to the names of most of his classmates during his first year at school and had only learned them begrudgingly, it was entirely possible. And now that he thought about it, it wasn't like Dead Weight usually had a lot of food in the fridge if at all. One of the things that he'd prided himself on, among many, was being health conscious and eating right. Don't tell him Dead Weight was someone who just ate out all the time...
Bakugo scowled slightly, before shrugging and heading out the door. He had his priorities.]
If you faint I'm not catching you or slowing down for you. Let's go.
[ He seems so confused by it. Hitoshi just stares flatly back at him, because it doesn't occur remotely that anyone could possibly live with a vampire for this long and somehow manage to not notice. Apparently he really has underestimated the tunnel vision of the explosion hero. ]
I'll just feed off you if I need to.
[ It's a throwaway comment as he makes to follow. He won't really. Even in an emergency situation he thinks he'd probably think twice. Rather not get a taste for him at all. ]
Off of me? What, are you into that naked human platter stuff?
[Because even though he'd known Dead Weight for a while, he didn't actually know him. Not that way, anyway. Who knew what weird shit this guy was into. He shot Dead Weight an unimpressed look, because yeah, he was built and he knew it, but he wasn't letting anyone eat something like sushi off of him for anything.
It was enough to make him quicken his steps as he started towards their office.]
I know you tested well in school. You cannot seriously be this stupid.
[ He's just... genuinely incredulous. It isn't as though he's kept it a secret at all. Sure, he doesn't expect Bakugou to take much of an interest in him or his life at all - but to seriously think he's, what, a pervert who just really wants to eat sushi off an irritating straight boy? ]
I don't eat sushi. Or granola bars, or anything.
[ Vampires can eat, just. There isn't a lot of point in it. Some of them do because it tastes good, he supposes. Still, he thinks that's at least fairly clear now?! ]
[There were many things that Bakugo were prideful about, to the point that it was difficult to list them all, but near the top was definitely his intelligence. Both when it came to schooling and on the battlefield. He wasn't the type to rest comfortably at one level in anything, so for Dead Weight to try and imply there was some sort of gap in his knowledge was annoying at best and a fight in the making at worst.
Bakugo whipped his head around, scowling, eyes narrowed to thin dangerous slits.]
Do you want me to murder you, shitty Dead Weight? Just spit it out if you have something to say.
[Because he was going to be up past his bedtime and it was making him extra cranky. Impossible, most people would say, but they'd be sorely mistaken.]
[ Ugh. Hitoshi has to actually pinch the bridge of his nose. ]
When I say I could feed off you, I don't mean I could eat something off your body - hardly think you could sit still that long even if I did.
[ He's very pointedly not picturing it. The most irritating thing about an irritating straight boy is how attractive they can be when they're not threatening your life - so it's a good thing this one makes such a habit of being a jackass. ]
I mean I could feed off you. As in, actually--
[ ... No, this isn't working. ]
... you know what, nevermind. You know, this is almost an accomplishment. Only you could manage to live with a vampire this long and not notice.
[Yeah, Bakugo was going to leer a little bit to make a point because really, in a list of concerns in that scenario, whether or not someone could stay still wasn't near the top. Hygiene, for one. If they were going to be clothes or not for another. If the food was even going to be good.
That being said, his grin slipped a little bit when Dead Weight finally spit it out, his brows snapping together as a million little things slid into place. Why the fridge was almost always wide open for his use, why he looked so tired constantly, the damn curtains. Bakugo wasn't one to fling open the curtains anyway to enjoy the view or whatever stupid shit most people did it for, but that seemed like a disaster that had been waiting to happen. The fact that Dead Weight was just saying something now was either colossally stupid or he had thought that Bakugo knew.
His scowl deepening, he turned away from Dead Weight as they approached their headquarters.]
It doesn't affect me either way if you are one or not. It might even be beneficial, since if I want to keep you out of my room all I have to do is get silver and garlic.
[Are these harmful stereotypes? Maybe. Does Bakugo care all that much? No.]
[ Hitoshi bristles, and there's a remark on the tip of his tongue that absolutely will get him singed at the very least, but he keeps it back. Through some miracle. Call it being the bigger person, which isn't hard when you're a solid 6'1 and your asshole roommate apparently stopped growing both physically and emotionally when he was twelve.
(Hitoshi has no idea if Bakugou is any taller now than he was when they met. All he knows is that he at least still has the dubious honor of looking decidedly down at him.) ]
If you ever have to fight off one of us for real, I sincerely hope you do try silver and garlic.
[ That's tamer, coming out through his teeth. Yeah, try that. See how well that protects you. ]
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[Emotionally twelve was still correct, considering Bakugo only reveled in making his roommate visibly annoyed. Vampire or no, he wasn't too worried about not being able to fend off anyone. But he had grown a few inches, enough to almost catch up to Dead Weight but not quite. Which was probably a battle for another day, if it was brought up.
Smirking, Bakugo didn't bother retorting as they got to the headquarters, which was already teaming with other newbie pro-heroes and pro-heroes alike. It seemed like they had called in only half of their reserves as a 'precaution', but during the briefing, Bakugo had to think even that much was too much.
There was some new group of villains who were small at the moment causing trouble, but none of them had really made a name for themselves. They had made a video saying they were going to target some rich politician, so an elite force was going to guard the politician and her family while the rest of them were stuck on patrol duty to report if they saw anything suspicious. And of course they had to use the buddy system, like first years.
Once the briefing was over, Bakugo turned to Dead Weight expectantly, head canted to the side.]
C'mon then.
[Dead Weight was right there, and Bakugo wasn't going to waste time looking for someone he could stand. It was going to be annoying either way.]
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Scowling, Bakugo held out a hand crackling with small explosions, letting them pop loudly and obnoxiously before they died out. It left his hands warm enough to help dry off the pots and pants with a few sizzling touches, steam rising off the points of contact. Unnecessary? Yes. Was he picturing slapping a palm to Dead Weight's face? Definitely.]
Who has a handler?
[Also since when was Bakugo like most people? He fixed Dead Weight with a small sneer, cocking his head to the side.]
If you have a problem, we can settle it outside.
[Definitely one of the big clauses in any pro-hero rental agreements had to be keeping any fights outside or at designated areas, and Bakugo wasn't about to get fined just because of Dead Weight.]
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Luckily for Hitoshi he is fully aware of what their rental agreement says. He's not about to be cowed by this shithead who thinks he can barrel his way through anything and everything will just settle into place behind him.
There really isn't any need to provoke him, though. He could de-escalate this here, just go back into his room - coffee can always come later, once the bull is all done with their little china shop. He doesn't have to keep baiting reactions... but it's so easy. ]
Or, we could not do that.
[ His gaze is straight, eye contact not wavering. What are you gonna do about it. This isn't UA, where you'd get away with a slap on the wrist for blasting a hole in the wall because that's basically what they expect Heroics students to do anyway. You do that now, you get to pay for it. ]
I really did think they would've housebroken you by now.
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[Bakugo met Dead Weight's gaze with a small curl to his lip, before he went to stack the pots and pans. If he wasn't interested in a fight, then Bakugo was going to take a shower, do some stretches, then go to bed. He had to get up early tomorrow and he wasn't in middle school anymore. The same repeated insults didn't usually work on him.
He did make sure to step into Dead Weight's personal space to bow and gesture sarcastically to let him into the kitchen.]
It's all yours now, master. Better?
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Hitoshi's going to blame the smell on the fact that he hasn't fed in a while. At a baseline it's just sort of nice, like having a vague afterthought of someone's perfume lingering in your house, but when Bakugou draws that close it's suddenly downright appetizing. Realistically he's not any more dangerous like this than a human would be a to a nearby pot roast, but it's still not nothing.
The less said about his knee-jerk reaction to being called master, the better. That's definitely something he's not going to be examining this early in the day. Or possibly ever.
It's lucky the sneer ruins it so perfectly. Hitoshi manages to only look slightly shaken, conceding a half step back. ]
... Much.
[ Just a beat too late to sound as unbothered as he wanted. God dammit. ]
what a great tag to come back to + hopefully this is okay?
Seeing the look on Dead Weight's face, as well as the fact he took a small step back, felt like a victory. Especially since Shinsou was so stoic and difficult to unbalance. He tipped his chin up with a sharp grin, tempted to step in closer to see just what else he could wring out of Dead Weight, when his phone started going off.
Yanking his phone from his pocket, he took a few steps away from Dead Weight to give some semblance of privacy. The phone call started with a barked out 'what?' and digressed from there as the annoyance increased over the duration of the short call. He only grunted in disgust at the end before hanging up, tossing an irritated look over his shoulder.]
That was the agency. Some idiot villain is making stupid threats so they want a few more hands on deck. How long does it take you to get ready?
yep!
His eyebrows raise when Bakugou speaks to him again. ]
... Five minutes.
[ He really should feed before he leaves, but it can wait. He'll be hungry and that's annoying, but it can actually be useful - sharpens the senses. As long as it doesn't take too long, he'll be fine. ]
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[Bakugo shoved his phone back into his pocket before stomping back over to the refrigerator. He wasn't a big fan of coffee or teas, but if he was going to stay up for another patrol shift he'd need something. He had a few energy drinks shoved in the back bottom shelf, and he squatted down to fish them out.]
And I don't want to hear about how early you woke up today. You should be thanking me! Waking up to me is a lot better than those alarm calls.
sorry for taking a bit on this!
[ Okay, he's still a little annoyed about getting knocked off his rhythm a minute ago. Three minutes? Fine. He can splash water on his face and throw his costume on in three minutes. He's not one of those flashy heroes with decorative pieces strewn around for no reason, like oh I don't know, Ground Zero maybe.
It's probably less than three minutes later, actually, that he reappears. There's a bottle of ice coffee in the fridge that he grabs - it won't help with the craving, but it'll wake him up a little at least. ]
no worries!
[In those less than three minutes, Bakugo downed two energy drinks in rapid succession before shoving his shoes back on. He was just attaching his second gauntlet when Dead Weight showed up again.
He arched an eyebrow at just the coffee, and if Dead Weight's diet was this poor, no wonder he always looked exhausted and on the brink of collapse. Not on Bakugo's watch.]
You should get a snack too. I'm not stopping for food and missing out on anything just because you didn't eat.
[Was this actual concern and caring or pure selfishness?]
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Hitoshi looks down at the bottle in his hands, then back up, and raises an eyebrow. ]
Either I can get breakfast, or we can leave in the next five minutes. One of those things. I can't exactly grab a granola bar and run out the door... Though I do appreciate the concern.
[ Does he, or is he just highlighting look, see, I knew you were soft really for more petty point-scoring? Who's to say. ]
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Bakugo scowled slightly, before shrugging and heading out the door. He had his priorities.]
If you faint I'm not catching you or slowing down for you. Let's go.
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I'll just feed off you if I need to.
[ It's a throwaway comment as he makes to follow. He won't really. Even in an emergency situation he thinks he'd probably think twice. Rather not get a taste for him at all. ]
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[Because even though he'd known Dead Weight for a while, he didn't actually know him. Not that way, anyway. Who knew what weird shit this guy was into. He shot Dead Weight an unimpressed look, because yeah, he was built and he knew it, but he wasn't letting anyone eat something like sushi off of him for anything.
It was enough to make him quicken his steps as he started towards their office.]
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I know you tested well in school. You cannot seriously be this stupid.
[ He's just... genuinely incredulous. It isn't as though he's kept it a secret at all. Sure, he doesn't expect Bakugou to take much of an interest in him or his life at all - but to seriously think he's, what, a pervert who just really wants to eat sushi off an irritating straight boy? ]
I don't eat sushi. Or granola bars, or anything.
[ Vampires can eat, just. There isn't a lot of point in it. Some of them do because it tastes good, he supposes. Still, he thinks that's at least fairly clear now?! ]
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Bakugo whipped his head around, scowling, eyes narrowed to thin dangerous slits.]
Do you want me to murder you, shitty Dead Weight? Just spit it out if you have something to say.
[Because he was going to be up past his bedtime and it was making him extra cranky. Impossible, most people would say, but they'd be sorely mistaken.]
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When I say I could feed off you, I don't mean I could eat something off your body - hardly think you could sit still that long even if I did.
[ He's very pointedly not picturing it. The most irritating thing about an irritating straight boy is how attractive they can be when they're not threatening your life - so it's a good thing this one makes such a habit of being a jackass. ]
I mean I could feed off you. As in, actually--
[ ... No, this isn't working. ]
... you know what, nevermind. You know, this is almost an accomplishment. Only you could manage to live with a vampire this long and not notice.
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[Yeah, Bakugo was going to leer a little bit to make a point because really, in a list of concerns in that scenario, whether or not someone could stay still wasn't near the top. Hygiene, for one. If they were going to be clothes or not for another. If the food was even going to be good.
That being said, his grin slipped a little bit when Dead Weight finally spit it out, his brows snapping together as a million little things slid into place. Why the fridge was almost always wide open for his use, why he looked so tired constantly, the damn curtains. Bakugo wasn't one to fling open the curtains anyway to enjoy the view or whatever stupid shit most people did it for, but that seemed like a disaster that had been waiting to happen. The fact that Dead Weight was just saying something now was either colossally stupid or he had thought that Bakugo knew.
His scowl deepening, he turned away from Dead Weight as they approached their headquarters.]
It doesn't affect me either way if you are one or not. It might even be beneficial, since if I want to keep you out of my room all I have to do is get silver and garlic.
[Are these harmful stereotypes? Maybe. Does Bakugo care all that much? No.]
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(Hitoshi has no idea if Bakugou is any taller now than he was when they met. All he knows is that he at least still has the dubious honor of looking decidedly down at him.) ]
If you ever have to fight off one of us for real, I sincerely hope you do try silver and garlic.
[ That's tamer, coming out through his teeth. Yeah, try that. See how well that protects you. ]
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Smirking, Bakugo didn't bother retorting as they got to the headquarters, which was already teaming with other newbie pro-heroes and pro-heroes alike. It seemed like they had called in only half of their reserves as a 'precaution', but during the briefing, Bakugo had to think even that much was too much.
There was some new group of villains who were small at the moment causing trouble, but none of them had really made a name for themselves. They had made a video saying they were going to target some rich politician, so an elite force was going to guard the politician and her family while the rest of them were stuck on patrol duty to report if they saw anything suspicious. And of course they had to use the buddy system, like first years.
Once the briefing was over, Bakugo turned to Dead Weight expectantly, head canted to the side.]
C'mon then.
[Dead Weight was right there, and Bakugo wasn't going to waste time looking for someone he could stand. It was going to be annoying either way.]