deernet | Text; UN: Dynamight

Text; UN: Dynamight

You nerds don't realize how lucky you were that I got sidelined in a cocoon during that tournament. Any of you who were in the Unarmed Combat Division are feeling like you didn't get enough? Let me know cause I'm itching to kick some asses into the dirt... especially the winner's. That was MY fucking title.

[Locked from Ochako]

On the subject of HER, listen up.

I'm looking to throw her a thing. A party, or whatever. She's gotten screwed outta her birthday between the last shithole world we came from and here, and I know how much it's gotten on her nerves every time another one of our birthdays rolls around. Since time is a fat ass lie and no one can stop me, I'm taking the initiative and aging her up. 27th of this month, still figuring out the place. Will update once I know where it'll be.

Besides the birthday crap, anyone who knows her knows that she deserves something fucking nice for everything that she does for other people.

If you're friends of Ochako Uraraka, you'd better be there. Unless you wanna get your ass blown to pieces.

And say so, so I can get a damn headcount for food and shit.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[The humiliation that would come from rejection is, yes, quite the deterrent. But not only that, Katsuki has got himself convinced that Ochako deserves... so much more than what he's got to offer. Someone nicer, a person who actually knows how to express themselves in that kind of way. Y'know, someone without years worth of emotionally stunted baggage. Maybe they would do just fine, if he got some stupid wild hair up his ass and confessed how he felt, just for her to turn him down... they have been through so much worse, their friendship is stronger than any he's ever had in his entire life... but it doesn't fucking matter when he's dead sure that he's wrong for her in the first place. Why fucking put that strain there at all, when he knows that???

No. It's just something he's going to have to keep dealing with on his own. Maybe he should find a fucking book on that shit... "How To Bury Feelings You Shouldn't Have and Move On" kind of deal.

Ochako's laugh earns a dark look from the explosive teen, nose curling up in distaste and all. Maybe it's more sour than normal, too, but he can't help it when, on top of EVERYTHING ELSE, the sound of her amusement is... Nope. Nope. Shut the FUCK up, brain. Shut UP. It's at HIS expense, that shit ain't cute and fuck her for laughing!!!]

Tch! Don't fuckin' flatter yourself, I was gonna go out anyway when we made the stupid plans! [His makeshift bookmark- a scrap of paper- gets shoved into the book and he tosses it over to the other side of the couch, pushing himself up to his feet after to make his way over to her. One hand comes up expectantly, for her to hand over the goods she's got.] You'd better not keep me waiting around now, though! Hurry it up, y'little shit! [With her arms empty and his now full, she's getting waved off. Menacingly!]

[Oh yes, Ochako is going through much the same sort of thought process about herself. She's no where near good enough for someone like Bakugou. She's not smart, she's not especially pretty, she's only come so far in terms of strength (though she will admit she's gotten stronger), and she's just not...anything extraordinary, really. Not like him, who is all that and so, so much more. And even though he does have an explosive attitude, she's come to accept that that's just him. She doesn't want him to change that part of himself, because she enjoys Bakugou as he is. Imperfect, but perfect to her.

But that's just naval gazing, isn't it? Haha...yeah. Best keep those feelings locked up tight, too.]

I won't, I won't!! I'll be quick, I promise!

[She means it. Ochako's already handing off her bag of groceries and other little helpful items. Mostly kitchen aid things like mixing bowls, some extra mugs, and the cream of the crop - a cutting board that someone hand made from a slab of treated wood. That one was the most costly, Ochako having to trade a vial of blood for it, but it's worth it to have. After that, she's all but rushing to the bathroom to swiftly rinse off then suit up, coming out in roughly twenty or so minutes, hopping on one foot to get into her right boot.]

OKAY READY!!

[RIGHT.

Locked up tight.

Except that's not so fucking easy, is it? Not when he's off to the kitchen to put away a mixed assortment of food and items, and finds that SWEET AS FUCK, PRIME QUALITY CUTTING BOARD??? The house has needed something like this for a while now- the one they've been using is cheap as hell, never actual able to be fully cleared of the scents and even flavors of what's been chopped up on it when it's washed. Just examining the craftsmanship, the finish on this one, Katsuki can tell that it's gonna last a HELL of a lot longer and... god dammit.

This bitch is actually after his fucking heart and she isn't even TRYING to be (that he knows of), what the actual fuck?

All of that means that once he's done putting everything away, and is done admiring the fucking thing, he's back to his spot on the couch... looking as surly as ever. Maybe even worse, really, which is just gonna make her think it's cause she took too long. But whatever. Least if he's being an impatient asshole, he's not gonna look like some awestruck bitch, amirite? Once Ochako is out, hopping in that stupidly endearing way to get her boot on, he's up and grabbing the gauntlets from their spot near the door. Flinging it open once he's got them on, and starting down the front step like he means business, so Ochako'd better keep up.]

Going to the beach. Ain't fuckin' squid time yet and it's an open space.

[Thing is, the cutting board wasn't specifically for him, just something that they desperately needed. As frugal as Ochako is, even she knows that you get what you pay for, and something of good quality lasts for a long time, and the tenure well outlasts the upfront cost. Besides, those tiny, cheap, plastic things they had just to have SOMETHING in the interim that wasn't the fucking countertops or table are just...no good. They served their purpose, but they even made a poor as dirt slumdog like Uraraka Ochako turn her nose up at them.

It's one thing to scratch off the lengthy list of insanely useful household items she can hopefully get her hands on during her usual shopping trips - the next being a decent pot and pan set. They've got a few that came with the house, but...they're old, worn, and scratched up to hell on the bottom. Ochako usually wouldn't mind again, but she sure did have to throw away a rue she was making for curry when she found, erm...tiny, metal chips in it when she scraped a little too hard on one of the pots with her spatula.

As she tugs on her boot just right, Ochako beams at the idea. Duh!! The beach is perfect for what they want to do! Gosh, she's a little embarrassed she forgot about that... But her joy easily overtakes that embarrassment as she hurries after Bakugou with a spring in her step and falls in step with him, catching his gloved hand and holding it securely in her own like it's just...made to fit hers. No big deal.]

Of course!! That's such a good idea, Bakugou! We'll have so much space to fire off a big blast, too...aaah, I'm excited~! It feels like forever since I got to see one of your explosions.

[Last time being when they had to rescue Izuku...b-both here in Trench and back home. 8\]

[Right. Unintentionally coming at his fucking heart, getting them shit that they really need. Ochako knows on a basic level what a big deal it is for Katsuki to be on a team like this, but... thank fuck she's kinda oblivious to HOW big of a fucking deal it actually is, y'know? None the wiser to the fact that just picking up a fucking cutting board on a whim-just because on a practical level they NEED one, has got his stomach feeling like butterflies are dropping god damn rocks into it.

It's fucking ridiculous. He hates it. Hates that he's completely lost fucking control of this thing, and that something as simple as--

That's her fucking hand. In his hand. Ochako is holding his fucking hand. YET ANOTHER FUCKING THING THAT SHOULD BE JUST NORMAL--IT USED TO BE JUST NORMAL AND MEH TO HIM AND NOW IT FEELS LIKE HIS HEART IS GOING TO BEAT A FUCKING HOLE OUTTA HIS THROAT.

Fuck! FUCK!

Stay cool, you stupid motherfucker. Stay cool. Don't act a way.]

It's- [Measured breath. Very measured. As they walk in the direction of their destination, his hand squeezes faintly against hers in a way that's kinda just... adjusting, getting used to the hold; his low key effort to not yank it away or twitch or do anything that makes it seem like he hates it or likes it too much. This is normal for them and by fucking GOD he's going to act like it.] -where I always go to practice with my quirk. [AHEM. IT'S FINE. IT'S FINE. HE HAS THIS SHIT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI DOESN'T LOSE FIGHTS, NOT EVEN THESE KIND.] It has been too long, though. We really should get our asses out here more and do work with our quirks together. [T-TOGETHER. FUCK.] Like all of us, I mean. We're gonna get fucking rusty if we don't challenge ourselves.

[They really are two peas in a pod, two halves of one whole; teammates, partners, friends. It's amazing how their similarities match, or complement the other when and where it matters...and yet Ochako really is just oblivious to it all. Oblivious, or conditioned by her past experiences that this is just how two close friends act to each other. She does it with Tsuyu, and her parents - the constant physical affection - and thinking about everyone's needs outside of just her own.

They both inhabit the house, they both cook, and thus they both need proper tools to cook. This world may not be home, but that doesn't mean they have to live uncomfortably in it.

Ochako barely notices what she's done, but she does note Bakugou's tension a little bit, and looks at him with a brief tilt of her head, and a return squeeze of her hand as well. ...Oh. Oh, right, they're, um...th-they're holding hands. Ah...hah. Haha!! Right, that's normal. Normal things friends do, regardless of stupif gender roles because that's stupid and she can absolutely hold hands with Bakugou because they always used to and there's no difference now other than the fact she has a really big crush on him and he's gorgeous and sweet and helping her train and may look into getting her a upgrade for her gear because he's wonderful and a great person and--]

Eh? Oh!! Ah...haha, that makes sense. I-I feel a little dumb, not thinking of that myself. I could've done the same, or done my jogging there in the mornings. [Together...] Yeah!! Y-Yeah, everyone together...um. I'd really like that. Until the base is completed and all that. If you didn't wake up so eaaaarrrly...I'd go with you on patrols and to train, but you wake up before the sun does, Bakugou, I don't understand how you can.

[Early bird, meet night owl.]

[Honestly, though. Katsuki never imagined that he'd find someone that he could mesh with so well on pretty much every level like they do... and it's pretty much the entire reason that he isn't in a hurry to go and fuck it up by letting his truth out. Friendship doesn't come easy to him, it's taken years of learning and changing to get to a point where he can consider anyone his actual friends... so to have found a best friend like her? Someone who wants to be around him, THAT MUCH, despite all of his shitty personality traits?

Ain't worth the risk. Not even for a second. No matter how tiring it gets to bury that shit every minute he's around Ochako.

The conversation helps to keep him from focusing too much on how her hand feels in his, on how much he actually fucking enjoys it even though he's never really liked touching other people in a way that wasn't... violent. On how right it feels. Latching on to her jab at his routine, making a face and knocking his elbow into her arm, definitely keeps his mind from wandering too far down that stupid rabbit hole.] Maybe if you'd try going to sleep before midnight- [Maybe that's an exaggeration, but whatever.] -it wouldn't be such a pain in the ass to get up early. Ever think of that, dumbass?

[Katsuki leads her down the corner of the street they live on, towards the boardwalk that will take them to the beach that is seriously only just a couple of minutes walking distance away. It's not a long pause between his chiding and the consideration of what she said prior to throwing shade on his sleep/wake habits.] Beach is good for this, but the forest'd probably be a better spot for you to get practice in. Not only do those trees make good debris for you to use, you've gotta deal with 'em as obstacles too.

[Likewise for Ochako. She never expected to be let in by Bakugou, despite always wanting to get to know him more, and be better friends with him. He's just never seemed like the type to open up to people, and from a surface level...he seemed so different than her, but once she got to know the real him, their similarities really started to shine through. He's organized like she is, likes things simple, is clean, and while not necessarily frugal, Bakugou knows when and where to spend on things. Things that are needed, and will last long. It's a small wonder why they never hit it off so well before...

Oh well, they're friends now, and Ochako is delighted just to be close to him this way. Or, erm...w-well!! Holding hands. Which friends do. They're friends, even if Ochako's face is getting redder and redder, her pulse spiking, and lips getting dry as she marvels at his strong grip, hand much larger than her own small one. The coarse material of his gloves on her skin isn't quite as bad as she thought, either... Hm. Bakugou's costume has always been really, really cool. I-I mean, considering they're designed by the same person, he really seems to have gotten the best one.]

I don't go to sleep that late!! [All the time... Mostly it's closer to eleven, though.] Just cuz you go to bed before nine doesn't mean everyone else has to... I'll try to do ten for the next few days, and wake up a little earlier...maybe.

[MAYBE. That's all she can promise. Ochako's not good with mornings, she's just not. No matter how early she tucks herself in, she's just more suited to the night. But that's neither here nor there. As she walks with Bakugou down toward the nearby beach, Ochako breathes in the ocean mist with a satisfied sigh. Feels nice... She really needs to remind herself to do more of her training out by the beach - a run on the sand would do her legs good.]

Mm, yeah, that's mostly where I've wanted to go, but I'm afraid of going out on my own. I can take on most things, even a beast or two, but it's still not safe off the beaten path in this dumb place. [She blows a quick raspberry, to show her frustration.] Mmmh...maybe I'll stick to the treeline and do aerial training instead, I dunno. I'll figure it out.

Anyway, let's find a spot clear of anyone else, yeah?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Text; UN: Dynamight

no subject

no subject

icon is his face @ this cutting board lmao

meg i'm DYING ;A;

I AM ALSO DYING

imagine us in 12 days

I WANT IT TO COME FASTER OKOKOK

BIG SAME IT'S BEEN 3000 YEARS