thundercrashes | penance / overflow from bakerstreet

[... Ugh, this handsome jerk. Once again, Manjoume is struck with the urge to kiss him again, and so he does, because he can now that he's not distracted with Bakugou's hair.

Even if he still has his hands in said hair, but instead of worrying about being a perfectionist at washing at, he simply combs his fingers through his boyfriend's wet hair here while he kisses him.]

[Bakugou leans into the kiss, eyes closing halfway as the taste of water and Manjoume's lips meld together with the touch. Stupid sexy bastard, lulling him into this kind of thing again.

The way Manjoume's messing with his hair at the same time is almost hypnotic and Bakugou wraps an arm around his boyfriend's waist so he can pull him forward while he scoots himself forward as well. Meeting in the middle of the bath, legs on either side of each other.]

[Manjoume goes easily with the tug, taking the spot Bakugou wants him to meet here in the middle. He kisses Bakugou and plays with his hair for another minute or two, his pace not at all hurried--he is slow, taking his sweet time with enjoying the feeling of his boyfriend's warmth and touch, before he finally pulls back just enough to rest his chin on Bakugou's shoulder for a moment as he hums.]

This is nice.

[It's comfortable, in a way he doesn't often get to be. He could almost fall asleep like this, leaning against Bakugou with his chin on his shoulder while in the warm water here.]

Mh-hm... [It's not a lie. This is pleasant. The warmth of the water, the sensation of it lapping around their middles, the heat of Manjoume's body against his own as their arms rest around each other and legs looped over and under the partner pair. Not deliberately arousing, only a subtle hint of being together in such a state making things intimate and soft. Manjoume settles his chin on his shoulder and Bakugou lazily rests his head against the other boy's.

Yeah, it would be nice to doze off like this, though unlike lounging back to chest in the end of the bath, their current position would end up with someone slipping and making for a rude awakening.] Enjoying that?

[Playing with his hair.]

Yeah, I am.

[He admits it easily, honestly. He still has a hand in Bakugou's hair here, playing with a few damp strands between his fingers before he finally drops it away so that he can relax a little more comfortably in his boyfriend's hold.]

Are you? Enjoying this, I mean.

Yeah. Feels good.

[Bakugou's tone comes softer than usual, a clear indication of his relaxed state as the continued massage and playing wanders across his scalp. But then Manjoume stops and he settles against him with a lazy slump, resting his forehead on his boyfriend's shoulder for no reason other than comfort.]

Could fall asleep here... but then you'd drown.

Like you'd let that happen.

[A pause, and then--]

Besides, the water would get cold eventually, or one of us would be woken up by the other splashing too much if they slip under the water.

[Still, Manjoume makes no move to actually get up or move yet still, still resting against Bakugou here since he's still comfortable in this spot for now.]

I didn't need an explanation.

[Even as he says it, Bakugou runs his hand down Manjoume's back, fingers tracing his spine and then running up his shoulder blades for no reason other than to touch him. Of course he wouldn't let Manjoume drown. He's a hero. And a boyfriend.

It's comfortable... but eventually the blonde reaches down and gives the other teen a light grip + pull on the butt, encouraging him to hike upward a bit.]

C'mon. We can get comfortable on the bed.

Fine, okay.

[With some slight reluctance at first, Manjoume moves up and back away so that Bakugou will be able to have some semblance of personal space again so that they can actually wrap up the rest of their washing up here and return back to the far more comfortable bed once they're both dry and dressed.

Or well, at least mostly dry, their hair might still be initially damp but rather than using a hairdryer, Manjoume suddenly drops a towel on Bakugou's head.]

Hold still for a sec.

[And now Manjoume is using said towel and his hands to rustle Bakugou's hair here in an attempt to dry it that way instead of reaching for a hairdryer just yet.]

[It's not any more comfortable for him to make them move, but as they were, sitting like that in the water, they're just going to wake up with the water tepid, bodies pruned, and one of them in a weird position with someone's leg or arm asleep. Bakugou doesn't take long to finish up his hair, grateful they didn't get messy in the bath. That'd make cleaning up pretty damn pointless...

Getting out, he waits for Manjoume to step free of the tub before pulling the plug and letting it drain. Washing off with his boyfriend is a nice experience. They don't get to do it as often as he'd li-] The fu-? [A towel just flops over his head, putting out his lights for a second! Then Manjoume's voice and Bakugou grumbles as he lets the other boy ruffle at his hair to dry it. At least it's not that hard... his hair's spiky, but certainly not as aspiring as Manjoume's.]

[Manjoume does this for about a minute, ruffling the towel over Bakugou's hair until he removes it and appears to deem it sufficiently dry enough to leave alone or allow Bakugou to take over from here if desired. He then focuses briefly on his own hair--primarily, those dumb spikey bangs of his as he tries to make sure that they're styled back in their usual place rather than wet drooping that smacks right down against his face here.

Not that it really takes that much effort to do so--those things certainly like to defy gravity every chance they get and with a quick sweep of his hair away from his eyes they're already starting to form his trademark sawblade hairstyle as he speaks.]

Do you want me to pass the hairdryer or are you fine with leaving your hair as is?

[Bakugou scowls at him for the actions, though it certainly leaves his hair nice and dry and a little bit more poofy than spiky. He scuffs his hand through his hair a few times to "fix" that little bit more issue. Should've made a stink about not getting to dry Manjoume's hair off, but whatever. He'll stand here and watch him tackle that impressive mass. It's amusing that he focuses more on his bangs than anything else. They're always in his face regardless, so what does it matter?

Hmph, sawblade. That's not a bad description. Bakugou's lips twitch in annoyance when his duelist sweeps his hair like that. Very attractive and completely uncalled for. Especially when they just finished getting clean and Bakugou's got a thought to undo that effort pretty quickly... but he shoves it down because the bed's already a wreck.]

It'll dry while we strip your bed.

[Well, there is always that threat/taunt he could always act on from earlier about giving him carpet burn on the rug... but then they might have to shower again.]

Ah, fair enough.

[Somehow, Manjoume had almost forgotten about needing to take care of the bed. But now once Bakugou mentions it, he immediately makes his way over to the side of the bed where he had been lying before while they were messing around... and makes a face at the sheets. Yeah, okay, they had definitely gotten rowdy enough to require changing them, so with a sigh he starts trying to pull them off to go put in the laundry here soon.]

[Not only shower again, but Manjoume would have to deal with a burn and that's always a fun outcome. Bakugou really enjoys hearing his boyfriend gripe about shit. Though hickeys and other sex bruises don't usually get... "real" growling from either of them, despite their bitching about it at each other cause they're idiots.

Bakugou simply yanks the blankets off onto the floor, then fists the middle of the sheets and hauls the entire swath of fabric up and off the mattress with four 'tongs' of the corners giving way to his strength. That's his version to "trying" to get the sheets off.] Check for wet spots- [and clean them up if found] -and get some new bedding. I'll take these.

[Going to the laundry with the entire bundle.]

Uh, thanks?

[Manjoume raises a slight eyebrow at Bakugou just yanking the whole damn thing off with one tug, but otherwise complies without further argument, cleaning up where needed and putting new bedding down while the rest of it goes into the laundry.

Once he's done so, he pokes his head around the corner to see what Bakugou's doing, whether that be with the old bedding, or if he's already moved on towards the little kitchen set up for making spring rolls.]

Do you need any help?

[Bundled up on the way there, but once in the laundry room, Bakugou's taking the time to take each layer apart so they're not one big ball swimming around in the machine. He tosses them in, followed by their clothes because why the fuck not. Detergent and the proper setting (god he's been here too many times) before returning to Manjoume's room.

Meaning that when the guy pokes his head out, he almost runs into the other boy.] Unless you want me to cook naked, I'm getting a change of clothes! [Why are you just sticking it out around the corner where anyone could walk into you in the first place?!]

[Wow, he was just taking a second to offer help!!]

I mean...

[A pause as he gives Bakugou a onceover, before he then seems to reconsider and shakes his head.]

Actually no, don't do that. It's probably not a good idea.

[He doesn't really have any aprons to offer for the other boy to use anyway. So instead he will step back away to let Bakugou finish changing, as well as making sure that himself is a little more decent, just in case the Ojamas decide to come poke their heads around if they think that it's cool again to do so.]

[That trail off and once over earn Manjoume the stink eye. Don't you even think about it, dumbass. But since these kind of spring rolls don't require any hot ingredients, it's probably a safer option for cooking naked? He still grunts in acknowledgement of the stupid idea being stupid and heads into Majoume's room for his bag.

Just a pair of black and orange boxer briefs and a black tank top. Pretty damn domestic + intimate. He'll bypass the usual sweats or lounge pants just because. Once Manjoume's done changing, they can get started in the kitchen. Or Manjoume can sit back and watch if he doesn't want to (or doens't know how to~) help.]

[Manjoume, thankfully, forgoes putting back on that jacket of his that he tends to wear like a second skin all the time, instead opting for one of his simple turtleneck sweaters and loose pajama bottoms. Definitely a more domestic and cozy look for him than most get to see.

Manjoume isn't going to get immediately involved, but he does take a spot where he can watch with interest. As a guy who previously lived a life of privilege, having had personal chefs at his family's mansion and then living at a school that provided meals for students, he has very little experience in actually making meals on his own. So watching Bakugou making something even as simple as spring rolls is useful to watch and potentially file away for future use if he ever tries to make them himself at some point.

Still, he's not completely hopeless and at least willing to offer some token amount of help if it's wanted here.]

[Bakugou would've glared at him if Manjoume started wearing his coat around the damn house while they were clean and showered. Not that he thinks the guy still treats it like dirt. It's not freezing in here. Though Bakugou appreciates the view. Domestic and cozy is a nice look for Manjoume he doesn't see that often.

Bakugou's opting to make a Vietnamese style spring roll, using sheets of dampened rice paper to wrap thin matchsticks of different vegetables (all sliced expertly on the cutting board) up with a quick mixture of meat (whatever Manjoume's got on hand) + sauce + spices. No cooking or frying involved to produce a number of thick, see-through wraps of the fresh ingredients inside. The crunch of the vegetables, the thickness of the meat, and the smooth rip of the rice paper make for a nice feeling along with the taste.

If Manjoume's got a preferred dip to use on them, he's welcome to get that out. Otherwise Bakugou's to make a spicy peanut dip with a kick of soy sauce. And asides from directions to where shit is, Bakugou's not asking for help.]

[He's fine with having whatever dip Bakugou wants to make with them, as Manjoume doesn't have a preference in that regard--in fact, the only thing Manjoume seems to object to as he watches his boyfriend using the cutting board is--]

Don't add any carrots for my portion--the rest of the vegetables are fine, just not those.

Still haven't got over that, huh.

[What the hell is up with Manjoume and carrots? But no, he hasn't added any of those orange strips to the duelist's spring rolls. They got in his because the color and crunch are nice. Plus peppers because he's a dragon who likes fire breath.]

What do you want to drink?

[Listen, you'd be turned off carrots too if you had to deal with a teacher in first year that kept trying to make you eat them one too many times...

Manjoume drums his fingers on the table, humming in thought.]

Hmm... I could make tea or coffee, but I'm pretty sure there should still be a few cans of soda in the fridge too, if you'd rather have that instead with yours?

[He supposes that would be the case, though his teacher forced him to shove his hands in boiling water for a week and that didn't turn him off taking hot baths?

Bakugou makes a face at the suggestion of soda with spring rolls.]

Make some tea. And who the fuck drinks coffee this late in the evening?

[This same teacher also tried to steal our souls or something later on down the road, so honestly, fuck that guy, he deserves to have his eternal soul trapped in his pet cat. (Long story)]

Hey, sometimes a guy ends up pulling an all-nighter working on decks or shit and needs the extra boost, okay?

[re: it's manjoume who would in fact drink coffee late in the evening, but thankfully that is not something he actually needs for tonight as he instead busies himself with getting the stuff needed for tea]

But alright, I'm making the tea now.

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