thundercrashes | penance / overflow from bakerstreet

[Oh he really thinks he's going to be able to beat Bakugou in this test of wills? They're both ridiculously stubborn guys, but since they already had sex... Manjoume wasn't putting himself at a favorable advantage.

Also, it's hard to withhold conversation from a guy who's more than content to eat in silence. Bakugou dips his spring roll a few more times in the sauce to clear out the small bowl, then starts in on another one.

Of course, the idea was to not turn onto a lascivious horndog, so general conversation's still allowed.]

Gonna make me sleep on the couch too?

[wow, you're not supposed to ignore us when we're trying to ignore you...

However, Manjoume does actually respond to that question, albeit with a slight frown.]

No?

[A pause, before...]

Unless something happens to the bed that would render being able to sleep in it impossible, and thus forcing us to have to share the couch instead.

[Oh, did he outsmart you, babe? He knows how to play this game.

Bakugou's just a little surprised that he got an answer. Guess Manjoume's not going to hold his silence.]

Tch. Hope you're not expecting a missile through your window or some shit like that.

[Playing the blase card here. See? He's not rising to that suggestive innuendo. Why? Because he can keep it in his pants.]

[Damn, he didn't go for the bait on that one...]

Given what kind of lives we live, the possibility isn't one to be entirely ruled out here.

[If not a literal missile, it could always be sudden hero or sudden duel monster shit that crashes through a window around here.]

[The goal here is to not go for the bait and prove his boyfriend wrong. No Trap Card for you, Manjoume.]

Nothing we can do about that unless we wanna live like a pair of paranoid idiots.

[It's true that any vengeful villain or damned duel monster could show up to attack, but that's a part of the life they've chosen to live in their respective fields.]

True. And that kind of shit gets tiring quickly.

[He remembers living in a stifling sense of paranoia for a while during and after they got back from the other dimension... Manjoume definitely doesn't want to go back to that kind of mood ever again.]

Uh-huh.

[Bakugou dealt with that enough during the war, though less out of paranoia and more out of impatience and irritation over waiting for something to happen. Also not something he'd like to go back to.]

As such, instead of a missle, its more likely that something else would occur to make us have to move to the couch instead of the bed.

[Or maybe they could fool around on the couch and then end up in bed... but then again, they'd have to make sure not to make a meas of the couch...]

We still have to make the bed.

[They stripped it after fucking, but asides from dumping everything in the laundry for later, it's pretty bare. And who's to say they will want to deal with that hassle after finishing their food? Especially when the couch is a nice alternative.]

... Oh, right. I nearly forgot about that.

[He had been so distracted by the prospect of food...]

I think I've got extra sheets in the closet if we don't want to bother with waiting until what's in the laundry is done.

You really were hungry.

[Going from sex to shower to food. Bakugou leans back in the chair, stretching his legs out under the table.]

Wow. Never would've guessed you had two sets of sheets in the house.

Hey! I may not know a lot when it comes to cooking like you do, but I have enough sense to own at least an extra set of sheets here...

[He's not too hopeless in the Adulting department these days...!!]

[Too bad Bakugou's not the kind of person to give someone even a mocking round of applause.]

How impressive. [He finishes off the last of his spring roll.] Think you'll make it through the night without ruining this set?

[Ignoring the reality Bakugou was the one who helped ruin the first set.]

[Honestly, glad that Bakugou didn't do that, otherwise Manjoume would have gotten bitchy very fast about it.]

I should be asking you that, given that I wasn't the only one here who caused the first set to be ruined.

[Not ignoring that reality, it takes two to tango pal.]

[When Manjoume not bitchy very fast? They're both at fault for those messy sheets and if the new ones get messy again, it'll be both their faults a second time.]

Oh, so I just came over here for no fucking reason and plowed you into the bed.

[Gotta make sure that story is correct.]

[~~gotta bitch fast~~]

Shut up and drink your tea.

[Because fuck you, Manjoume isn't dignifying that with an answer, as he finally returns to finishing off the last of his own spring roll and his own tea here instead.]

[That just earns a smug chuckle from the other side of the table and Bakugou enjoys his victory. Not that he's guiltless. He could've ignored the call to come over.

Once he's finished, Bakugou pushes up to start putting things away and cleaning the kitchen. Manjoume's welcome to join in on this part at least.]

[Manjoume will get up and help once he's finished, gathering up his dishes to take to the sink. While Bakugou is gathering whatever leftover ingredients and things that he had used for preparing the spring rolls, Manjoume can do a quick wash of dishes and setting them on the rack next to the sink to dry. Once the last of the dishes have been taken and washed--]

If you have anything leftover that needs to be refrigerated, you can go ahead and put them in our fridge for now.

[And then he can go see about retrieving that second pair of sheets that he mentioned owning out of the closet here...]

[Bakugou leaves the dishes to Manjoume once he sees the other boy take to working on them. He focuses his efforts on putting the ingredients away, chopped up items going into proper containers before slotting back into the fridge. Rice paper back in there as well. It's not a huge amount of work, though he does have to check on freezing the shrimp or fridging it, whichever Manjoume's preference is. Hey, the guy said he might make some more later, now that he knows how.]

Already doing that. [Meaning by the time Manjoume's done with the dishes, Bakugou's just about finished with putting the food away. All that's left is to wipe the table and counter and they can go deal with the bedding issue.]

Good.

[Good, good. Manjoume leaves the kitchen to go to the closet to dig through and find his extra sheets, carrying both those and some extra pillowcases in his arms once he's retrieved them before dumping them on the edge of the bed here.

However, he doesn't make to immediately start putting the sheets on, instead looking contemplative about something. Hmmm...]

[Bakugou finishes up the kitchen with the wipe down, gives it one more check over, and finally heads out. He does envy Manjoume for having his own apartment. Until he graduates, Bakugou's still living at the U.A. dorms and occasionally weekending with his parents. But he wants his own place soon after finishing and going Pro.

Coming to a stop beside Manjoume, he grabs for the fitted sheet.] Forget how to make a bed, Ojamanjoume?

[Wow, okay!! That snaps him out of thoughts and earns the other a scowl.]

Shut up, Bakagou.

[This is accompanied by, of all things, a pillow suddenly being grabbed and used to smack his rude boyfriend here.

What a mature guy you've ended up dating here.]

[What'd he think he was going to do? Stand here and let him gaze at the bed for the next half an hour?]

You wanna die, huh?! [Oh now it's on! Manjoume's started this war and Bakugou's grabbing at the sheet, using it as a whipped out veil to go for an attempt at wrapping his boyfriend up with it. Tangle the raging bull or whatever shit you wanna relate that to!] Bring it on!

[Honestly, Manjoume had been expecting for Bakugou to grab the other pillow, so the sheet is a bit of an unexpected surprise.

As a result, he tries to smack Bakugou over the head with the pillow, but the whip of the sheet just ends up causing him to drop said pillow, and thus allow him and his empty arms to be tangled in that sheet as he yelps in indignation.]

What the hell, that's not fighting fair!!

[He's never going to be 100% predictable! Keep things surprising. Seeing Manjoume's face when he brings the sheet up like that is worth the sudden change of intent.

A quick flick forward and then hauling it back allows Bakugou to attempt to wrap the other boy up in the sheet properly, trying to get him all tangled up and mummified in whatever position Manjoume ends up in.]

You're the one that took the pillow up first!

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