thundercrashes | penance / overflow from bakerstreet

Show off.

[Damn it, of course he should have expected that Bakugou would have the reflexes to catch it before it could hit him in the face... regardless, Manjoume is walking out now so that he can change into proper sleepwear, and then walks over to the bed... that he now remembers that they didn't actually finish making inbetween their childish fight earlier and getting railed against the wall.

So with a slight click of his tongue he reaches out and finally gets the sheets spread out in a manner that could be considered passable enough so that he can finally lie down again while he waits for Bakugou to come out and join him.]

Don't be so predictable, Duelist.

[Manjoume's amusingly petty enough to do the same thing (just like Bakugou) so it was easy to predict. Leaving the other boy some time to dress, he sticks around the bathroom to dry off, still wary of being alone and naked with Manjoume. It could kick off again and they'd be completely exhausted when the sun rose. Bakugou returns the the room after a few minutes and grabs some clothes to sleep in. Basic tank top and boxer briefs, black as usual.

It also means he gets to watch Manjoume do the worst job at getting the bed made. Yeah, if he thinks that's gonna fly with his neat-freak perfectionist boyfriend, he's stupid.] What the hell? Get off! We can make that shit in a minute!

[He will flip Manjoume off said bed if he doesn't comply! If he does, yeah, they'll have the bed made in less than 60 seconds. Bakugou'll haul the mattress to the side to bare the corners, then it's yank, tuck, stretch, yank, tuck, fit, and done.

Now Manjoume can flop the sheets, blankets, and pillows wherever.]

Wh--hey!!

[Manjoume just barely rolls out of the way of getting flipped off the bed, but still scowls heavily as he's forced to wait until Bakugou fits the sheets properly before he's allowed to go back to flopping on his bed. (Though at least this time he waits until the pillows and blanket is on there too)

However, once the bed is ready, this time he tries to pull Bakugou down with him.]

Come on, get in here with us already.

[He wants to cuddle (except he will not use that word out loud if he can help it) with his boyfriend a little.]

[Good thing he rolled instead of getting twanged onto the floor. Bakugou ignores his scowling face as he tugs the fitted sheet onto the mattress with little issue. Then shoves it back into the place and Manjoume can drop back onto it. Pillows, sheets, blankets, all the bedding before Bakugou heads across the room to flick the lights off.

Only to get pulled down into the bed with Manjoume once he returns to it.] Don't yank me, dammit!

[Not that he's fighting it. He quirks a brow at the "us" comment, but is too tired to bother taunting Manjoume about his multiple personalities or spirit partners, whichever he's unconsciously referring to.

Unless it's a royal we thing...

But Bakugou's in the bed, definitely not cuddling as Manjoume can get all up in his physical space like a proper boyfriend.]

[It was in fact his spirit partners he was referring to--the Ojamas, thankfully, did not speak up and instead had chosen to lie down at the end of the bed, even wearing little night caps that they pulled out of the void of who knows where. Hence the unconscious use of "we", and for now, he's not actually feeling like he needs to tell them to scram since they are in fact just lying there out of the way for now.

There is a chance that the little shits will get braver and attempt to move up and lay on his pillow at some point in the night, so instead of putting his head on his pillow, Manjoume comes close so that he can rest his chin on Bakugou's shoulder, his arms coming up in a side embrace around the other here.]

You don't mind me doing this, do you?

[Good thing Bakugou's not going to think about those little freaks being there, because being reminded they have an audience would make this not!cuddling moment end in a flash. God he hopes they weren't watching while they were fucking. Settling in the bed, he pulls the covers up to his ribs, rolling onto his side as he tucks an arm under his pillow to prop his head a bit.

At least until Manjoume sidles up to him and Bakugou ends up lying on his back with his boyfriend's head resting on his shoulder. It's not the worst way to go to sleep, right? He drops his arm across his chest, resting it over one of the duelist's as he lets his eyes drift shut in the darkness.] If I did, you'd be on the floor.

[Since when has Bakugou ever held back in telling someone he didn't like something?]

[Thankfully, the Ojamas nor any other duel spirit haunting this apartment have any interest in watching them fuck. They stay away until they are able to tell for certain that it's fine to come back.

Manjoume actually rolls his eyes at that, even if Bakugou might not be able to see it.]

Yeah okay, tough guy, you could have just said you don't mind and leave it at that.

[Able to tell for certain... Bakugou's not going to think about it or it's just going to bother him. This is fine. He'll take it as it is and enjoy the hell out of it while it happens. Putting up with a bitchy boyfriend is part of that enjoyment. Even if Bakugou's never going to say it.] You just like stating the obvious or something?

[This is what you get for daring to even ask that question, Manjoume.]

Shut up.

[This is accompanied by a lazy jab of two fingers against Bakugou's cheek from where he's lying against his boyfriend here.]

You just like being a smart ass.

[Bakugo grunts at the poke, promptly giving Manjoume a return one with his middle finger in the ribs. Not hard, but enough to get him back. Cause he's so mature like that. Settling down afterwards, covers pulled up to rest around his ribs.]

You keep asking for it.

Whatever.

[Thankfully, Manjoume doesn't jab at Bakugou right back again and turning this into a dumb fight. Instead, he actually settles as well, resting the side of his face against Bakugou here. If he wanted to, he could angle himself even closer and even listen to Bakugou's heartbeat.

This is nice and comfortable. He could probably fall asleep like this soon, especially if he does end up listening to Bakugou's heartbeat like he's tempted to do--it's one of the few type of sounds he's able to tolerate at night, as normally he would have to grab the ear plugs off the bedside table before he's able to get any semblance of sleep.

...But he doesn't say so, since somebody gets snippy about saying the obvious around here. >_>]

[Without the spark to fight, Bakugou doesn't return the burst, letting Manjoume settle in against him and resting close to him. No need to get all snuggly, but it's comfortable as his boyfriend tucks under the covers. He rests an arm over the duelist, eyes closing as the darkness and warmth make it easier to drift off.

Probably a good thing he can't hear any spirits, because he'd likely have murdered them all by now. How can he murder spirits? Who knows. But he'd find a way if they didn't shut up and leave him alone. Bakugou's quick to fall asleep, never having trouble unless his mind's busy with something. His breathing tapers off into the steady rise and fall of slumber, head dropping to the side and mouth resting a little nuzzle into Manjoume's hair. It'll be a peaceful night.]

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