thundercrashes | penance / overflow from bakerstreet

[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.

[Look, moped-riding adults with eternally-squinty eyes are never to be trusted in the first place. How was that not seen coming a mile off? Guess he can travel the world with Judai in then end.]

Maybe that guy needs to focus on his health before he turns up to a duel on a caffeine high looking like a drugged zombie on steroids.

[Yeah, he knows Manjoume's the one at fault here and is never complimenting on his practices whenever his boyfriend does that. Then again, this is Bakugou, Mr Responsible who goes to bed by 9pm and wakes up at 5:30am to do exercises / go for a run.

He leaves Manjoume to the tea.]

Thanks for the blow-by-blow announcement.

The hell? I'm not going to turn into a zombie just from having coffee at night sometimes, fuck off.

[Manjoume huffs, turning his attention now to getting the cups they need for their tea from the cabinet, where he can be heard not so quietly going "Maybe I should give you a blow-by-blow across the head next--" or something like that to himself in response to his boyfriend's next words.

Even when dating, there are some things you can't change... like having the strong urge to bap the other sometimes, even if he doesn't act on it here yet.]

How much is sometimes?

[Yeah, he knows it's not daily. Doesn't mean he's not going to rib his boyfriend for it. Bakugou glares to the side at that muttered threat. If he were handling something like a spatula, he might be tempted to smack Manjoume with it, but since he's got cutting board and a knife... Not gonna happen.

Now if the duelist wants to start something, he's not going to hold back on getting revenge. For now, Bakugou focuses on the wraps, dicing and slicing in prep for seasoning and rolling.]

Like... if nothing is happening, then once a week or two? Depends on how soon the next tournament or sponsored event is coming up, 'cause if its a lot sooner then there might be a day or two of allnighters getting pulled.

[So that's totally fine, right...]

Why don't you just schedule things and stick to it, dumbass...

[Everyone's got the same 24 hours, and expecting Manjoume to put in more work than is expected of anyone else is fucking stupid. Even Bakugou, with his perfectionist and competitive nature, won't fuck over his sleep schedule just cause someone else failed to plan properly.]

Hey, I try to schedule things like a normal person! It's just that sometimes there's a last minute change to a tournament roster or a meeting getting bumped up earlier than it was supposed to be...

[Hence, sudden need for an allnighter to rethink a duel strategy or whatever.]

Hmph. And the onus is on you to cover for their bullshit decisions.

[Bakugou's not denying those things happen. Unforeseen changes and developments in a situation requires adaptation and effort. They had classes and tests to force the young heroes to learn that life lesson in spades. But it doesn't mean Katsuki's not going to levy blame where it should lie when it makes Manjoume lose some sleep before the tournament he was ALREADY prepared for. For example.

A last minute change should also come with an extended preparation window. Especially in a controlled event like a tournament.]

More or less.

[He shrugs. It is what it is, but on the bright side...]

It's not as bad though as when I was interning for Phoenix, at least. I don't have to be the one who has to do the inane shit like fetching other people's drinks or suits anymore.

You've come a long way.

[For someone as proud as Manjoume to have to deal with that kind of treatment either spoke highly of Phoenix or of Manjoume's determination. Bakugou's had his share of humiliating and humbling experiences over his trip to become a Pro Hero.

He knows how to grow from that.]

I'll make sure you sleep well tonight.

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