[The jeer makes Bakugou seethe. His red eyes are full of daggers, at Todoroki's face, at Torodoki's hands where the coin sits tauntingly on the back of one. Son of a bitch... There's only one thing he knows to do, and it's not foolproof. This fucking half-and-half bastard thinks he's going to get to have a smug victory.
Bullshit. Bakugou is going to make the win worthless if he can.
The edge of the table creaks softly as he clamps both hands on it and squeezes, upper half leaned over. His eyes narrow.]
[ Todoroki welcomes the glare coming from Bakugou, keeps his proud look on his face from his victory. He knows he shouldn't push those buttons too soon. This game of chance could make Bakugou victorious here.
As soon as the other gives him his answer, Todoroki reveals the coin to both of them; 1-0-0 comes up.
Another victory. ]
One down, two to go, Bakugou.
[ Todoroki is already flipping the coin for the next round, catching it just as easily as before, and slamming it over his other hand.
Before disclosing the contents, he raises an eye brow towards Bakugou, waiting for his next choice of poison. ]
[More gently popping fireworks go off under Bakugou's hands and around his knuckles. Okay, maybe playing a game of chance wasn't the type of game best for him. There's nothing worse than having his fate tied to luck, to probability. There's nothing worse than being helpless despite all the run-ins he's had with it.
The glare intensifies; it's not even directed at Todoroki, but the situation, the failure.]
Alright, you piece of copper-nickel metal SHIT! Heads!
[If you think his tactic isn't to just keep on saying "heads," you'd be wrong.]
[ The outburst is expected, only eggs on Todoroki's pride. He understands the frustration of losing at this game, but also can see the enjoyment of it to be in the winning spot.
Lifting his hand, he shows the face of the coin; sakura blossoms.
Oh. So much for Bakugou's losing streak.
Sighing, Todoroki places the yen onto the table, sliding it towards Bakugou. ]
Why don't we change the game a little?
[ No, he wasn't salty at all. ]
Say, for instance, with each flip of the coin, if I were to lose, you can decide if I take a shot or strip. If I win, then it's your turn to go.
Heh. You're just going to make it fucking harder on yourself. [And him. RIP.] Fine. Why the hell not?
[Reaching out, Bakugou yanks the coin toward himself with two fingers. This time when he picks it up, he stands it on its edge with one finger. Teeth flash wolfishly. He watches Todoroki a moment or two, and then lowers his eyes to make sure he hits the edge of the coin just right.
It swings out into the center of the table like a top, spinning wildly.]
Make your fucking choice before it falls, Half 'n Half.
[ If he wasn't in the middle of a drinking game with Bakugou, Todoroki might have been a little impressed with the way the coin balances on that finger.
Multi-coloured eyes dash to gaze at the spinning coin, frown at his lips as he quickly comes to a decision. ]
Tails.
[ A part of him hoped he could judge where the coin would fall, but it's impossible. It was still a game left to fate. ]
[The anticipation of victory is almost a kind of turn on. Bakugou's eyes watch the coin like a hawk, waiting for the momentum to slow, waiting for it to teeter, to tip over and rock unsteadily on one side.
Sakura blossoms greet them.
Bakugou's eyes light up with a familiar, burning fire of success. Without any sort of hesitation, he says,] Drink. [and slaps a hand over the coin to draw it back to himself. Pleased.]
"Maybe next time," fuckhead.
[The coin gets tossed into the air, caught. He puts it down on the table with his hand over it instead of one the back of his own.] Pick.
[ Todoroki finds himself squirming in his seat, waiting for the big reveal. To his frustration, it’s a big ‘ol loss. He grunts, showing his disdain for the situation. ]
Fine.
[ The words are pushed through his teeth, and Todoroki takes the shot glsss. The smell hits him again, and he ignores it, drowns the shot in one swallow. The burn is there once more, and this time, Todoroki can’t help but to cough from the sharp sting of the liquor. ]
You couldn’t have chosen a worst drink?
[ Todoroki bitterly replies while pouring himself another shot. He’s half aware he needs to pick another choice, but he’s still recovering from that burn. He decides to repeat his last choice. ]
[Honestly, he would fair about the same with the drink, but the fact Todoroki chokes on the burn and the awful taste of it makes him grin.] Don't fuckin' complain, Halfy. You made me get the goddamn stuff. Deal with it. [Slowly, he lifts his hand from off the table.]
Shit.
[Tails, the hundred yen number showcased up at them. Bakugou's teeth clack when he grits them. He shoves the coin across the table at Todoroki without sending it flying off.
Carefully, his eyes flick back and forth, searching Todoroki's face, probably looking for signs of succumbing to being tipsy.]
[ Two shots in and Bakugou without having to take any. Hopefully with these new rules, Todoroki could get ahead of the game. While the bitter alcohol wasn't satisfying, at least he wasn't feeling nothing more than a gentle buzz that sits at his chest.
Taking the coin, Todoroki doesn't waste any time, flipping it between his fingers and catching it in the air, hand twisting to slam it over the table, keeping the yen covered with his palm.
He's quietly noting the look Bakugou gives him, doesn't verbally comment about it, but does squirm slightly, not necessarily wanting the attention on him. ]
[HE TRIED HIS BEST. Actually, he tried to get over on Todoroki for the loss the previous night, but listen. This is fine. Suffering with Crystal Head is fine.
His eyes leave Todoroki's face and drop to the hand over the yen. Heads or tails. In the end, it doesn't matter, but picking feels like he has a choice. Like he has a chance. A false hope.]
[ It's not fine. It's the opposite of fine. It tastes so bad.
Todoroki gives a small glare down at his hand, judging the coin should it be revealed heads rather than tails.
Taking his hand, he sighs softly when the image of sakura flowers are there. ]
Drink up.
[ Todoroki lifts up the coin, flipping it once more, not bothering to wait for Bakugou to take his shot of that nasty liquor. After catching it, he slaps it back onto the table, eyebrow raised at the other. ]
[His face looks like he thinks Todoroki cheated somehow, but there's zero evidence to back up the assumption.] Son of a bitch... [UGH. He regards the glass a moment and then, without warning, lifts it and knocks it back as quickly as possible. It's...
...horrid.
Swallowing it down is fine. The burn up his throat and through his sinuses is gut-wrenching. He growls once, bubbly, and then chokes, raising the back of his wrist to his nose and mouth. It's so strong. He should've got sake. His eyes water just at the edges. When he speaks again, his voice is full of gravel.]
[ Todoroki doesn't even bother to hide the look of pleasure of watching Bakugou swallow down the poison he decided to buy. He's glad the other has had a taste, wished Bakugou would have drank more, but the night was still early, and the skull bottle barely breached.
Glancing down, Todoroki's smile only widens.
1-0-0.
He reveals the yen to Bakugou.
Might as well take some amount of pity on him though. ]
Lose the shirt.
[ He replies while picking the yen back up, tossing it with his thumb, this time landing onto the back of his hand. ]
And while you're undressing, you can choose again.
[He's already down a tie because he's a stupid ass delinquent and doesn't even wear one. His throat clears from the hoarseness of the alcohol's lingering sting, and he yanks the ends of the shirt out of his pants. His fingers begin plucking the buttons carefully out of the holes. He's trying to be calm and patient.
But he's unruly and fired up.
Halfway down the shirt, he accidentally busts one of the buttons off, and he curses thickly under his breath. The clear, iridescent button pings on the table and ricochets off into Todoroki's chest before landing on the floor.] Fuckin' stupid ass shirt! Fuck it! [He grabs both edges of the shirt and pulls.
The last three buttons rip off, too, scattering around under the table. But he's at least able to angrily jerk the shirt off his arms and bunch it on the floor. He's such an egghead jock. The tanktop below isn't even white like it should be, it's black. Of course it is.]
Tails.
[He's not drunk yet like desired, but he's at least a rather nice piece of lean muscle to look at. As long as he doesn't open his mouth.]
[ The buttons that go sailing in the air have Todoroki raise an eyebrow, with that glint still in his eyes. To see Bakugou all riled up made his confidence soar, especially after being the one on the other end of this game.
It's no surprise, really, to see the black tank top. How typical of Bakugou, always breaking some rules somewhere. But, in the end, who would be the wiser? Todoroki didn't care what Bakugou got himself into.
Although, the black top was definitely pressing in all the right places, not to mention the muscles were in open view now. How much could Bakugou even lift?
Finding that he's staring for too long, Todoroki forces his gaze back down to the coin, removing his hand to reveal the contents. He groans. 1-0-0 again.
Sighing, Todoroki nudges the yen to Bakugou. ]
Heads.
[ He's already choosing, doesn't even bother to wait for the flip. ]
[Eagerly, Bakugou snatches the coin away and clenches it in a fist for a second. Alright. His turn. Fuck yeah.
Todoroki's quick answer almost seems like desperation, and he grins as he wiggles the yen into two of his fingers and flips it in the air. It goes onto the back of his opposite hand after he catches it. He actually doesn't hesitate in taking it off. It's in the bag.
Heads.]
WHAT THE FUCK! THERE'S NO DAMN WAY! THIS SHIT IS RIGGED! [Instead of putting the coin down on the table, he throws it like a brat so it hits Todoroki in the chest.] I'm done with this fucking bullshit game, Halfy! [He's not. As if Bakugou could forfeit any kind of challenge in his life.]
[ Todoroki gets himself ready for whatever victory or loss that came his way, body tensing as Bakugou flips the yen, and catches it.
And he finds himself giving a relieving sigh at his win.
Of course, Bakugou's reaction has him sitting back, especially with the yen hits him square in the chest. He huffs, takes the coin and puts it on the table. If Bakugou wanted to change the game that he picked, then it was fine by Todoroki. ]
Pick another game then.
[ Not that Todoroki was too enthralled with drinking more of that brazen liquor. ]
[The only thing he can do for a moment is bare gritted teeth across the table at Todoroki. He doesn't want to give up, and he thinks changing the game signifies doing that much.
His eyes snap up, focus. He still has almost the same irritated expression, but there's a defensive, softer edge to it than before.] That brickhead with the stupid hair? [As if he actually had to pretend he doesn't know who Kirishima is when the guy is latched onto him nine times out of ten. He's so nice to his friends...
[ Kirishima's nickname comes as no surprise, even earns Bakugou a roll of eyes. Really, Bakugou? Can't you just learn everyone's name like a normal person? ]
So you should have an array of games we could play.
[ Maybe one that could get them drunk faster.
Even with that gross skull liquor.
Next time, Todoroki will pick up the alcohol because he officially can't trust Bakugou to do so.
Also, calico? Really? He's not a cat, Bakugou. ]
Maybe something that will be more challenging.
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If you were worth a shit, you'd be able to pick the damn games!
[But he's only being salty for the sake of being salty. Naturally. For a moment, he glances off to the side, and it's amazing to see how legitimately intelligent he is when all he usually does is yell and bark and explode.] Stay here.
Don't fucking touch anything, and don't fucking snoop through my damn room, Halfy. [In one swift motion, he rises to his feet and heads for the door. He doesn't bother saying where he's going, even if Todoroki asks.
That's that. Todoroki is left in his room as the door clicks shut. It's not necessarily an eyesore. It's Bakugou at the essence of it: a weird mixture of jock and brain. The desk is sparse; Bakugou seems to do the bare minimum of work, but the work he does is excellent. There's books, something easy to get through without having to waste time writing. A laptop, the back covered in a few array of stickers on a different level of Edginess than Tokoyami. Bombs. Skulls and bones.
There's not much overwhelming color, and most things are black or grey or muted. It's very delinquent except for the few posters on the wall that stand as a beacon to his rigid ideal. Top hero. One poster has the top four heroes on it. One is actually All Might. Even if he's an ass, it seems he has his heart in the right place.
The phone on the table left behind buzzes. Even from Todoroki's angle, when the screen lights up, it's easy to see Kirishima's name. The phone buzzes several more times, but the top-most bubble definitely says, hey man, you weren't at dinner. what's up??
And then the front door opens suddenly. Bakugou comes back in with a dragon's hoard: the tank top is lifted, exposing his tight stomach from the ribs down. In the balloon of the tanktop is a collection of smaller drinking glasses. Ten of them, balanced precariously. The door slams when he kicks his shut with his foot, and he walks the stolen goods back over to the table where he crouches on his knees.]
Okay, fucking help me. You get five, and I get five.
[ Todoroki considers a salty comment right back, but bites his tongue. As long as Bakugou fixed the issue at hand, Todoroki didn't care in the end. ]
Fine. Hurry it up.
[ Huffing, Todoroki rests his elbows on the table, bracing his cheeks in hand, and gives a small inspection of the room. There are parts that definitely scream Bakugou, the edgier parts of the room. The other parts, the ones that don't stand out too much, those are what make it odd.
As he focuses on the desk, Todoroki remembers the other plastic bag tossed somewhere there, and curiously he wonders what else Bakugou bought. He doesn't spy though, especially when the phone buzzes, causing him to tense up. Todoroki is able to read the message, knows he shouldn't, that was Bakugou's privacy, yet curiosity killed this cat.
Mismatched eyes look up just in time to see the supplies being carried. He's quietly noting the shirt, and tries not to think too much about it, and focus on the glasses Bakugou holds. ]
Alright. [ He answers simply, reaching over to pluck five of the glasses, arranging them onto the table. ] What game will we play?
[Once he gets the other five glasses on the table, he digs through his pocket and produces--a ping pong ball? Don't ask where he got it. He hits it against the table at just the right angle so it flies up and whacks Todoroki in the center of the forehead. Calculated.
His lips curve into a wolfish grin again.] The point is to get the ball in the opponent's cup. If you do, they gotta fuckin' drink what's in it.
[Letting Todoroki have the ball, he takes up the skulled vodka and begins pouring alternating levels of alcohol into all of the glasses. They each get the same levels, but the levels are staggered. Some of the glasses are worse than others. More full.]
Alright, back the fuck up a minute.
[Carefully and easily, he turns the table sideways between them when Todoroki is out of the way, all without toppling the glasses. He pushes his phone to the floor, and the glasses get separated to each end. A triangle--three and two.]
You can bounce the ball on the table or just toss it in. The new rule is: you miss, you gotta take something off.
[ Beer pong. Todoroki can't find it within himself to be surprised. It's a well enough known game, however he never had the leisure to play it. In fact, Todoroki usually refrained from playing many games that involved alcohol.
Bakugou has been the exception so far.
Eyes watch the ping pong ball, and as soon as it hits dead-center at his forehead, he huffs, feathers ruffled, so to say while his hands reach for the small ball. At least the rules were simple enough.
Todoroki takes a few steps back, lets Bakugou set up the table while he watches on. It shouldn't be that hard, but the rush of confidence isn't as daring as before. At least they would get to drinking faster, even if it was distasteful. Todoroki is sure his assurance will build up when they start. ]
A lot better than the last game. If I start winning, you better not throw anything else.
[ Todoroki gets into position, eyes the center cup, figures that would be the easier target. Aligning his wrist, he bounces the ball to hit the table and--
Miss.
Tossed between two glasses and rolling between the cups now. Not enough pressure to his bounce.
Well, it was a challenge, like he wanted. He sighs, frown at his lips. ]
...do you get to decide what I take off, or can I choose?
[ Because he would make this the most agonizing, slow strip ever. Not that Bakugou needed to know that. ]
[With some kind of smug swagger, Bakugou goes to the table to retrieve the ball.] Get rid of the pants. [Picking was never specified, but he'll be damned if he lets the opportunity for control to get out of his hands during a challenge.
Besides, he knows Todoroki would be exactly like him when it comes to removing clothes: being an ass and taking off as little as possible. A slipper. A sock. Humiliation is quicker this way.
Back in throwing position, he snaps his free fingers three times as if to say for Todoroki to hurry up. His hand with the ball lifts. His eyes are like a hawk, focused. He chucks the ball. It hits the rim of the fullest glass and bounces off into the glass with the least amount, probably a shot.]
Goddammit. [He wanted the bigger fish.] Drink. Technically, I go again, but fuck it, you seem to need a helping hand, Halfy. You can go.
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Bullshit. Bakugou is going to make the win worthless if he can.
The edge of the table creaks softly as he clamps both hands on it and squeezes, upper half leaned over. His eyes narrow.]
Heads!
thank you for the captcha save~
As soon as the other gives him his answer, Todoroki reveals the coin to both of them; 1-0-0 comes up.
Another victory. ]
One down, two to go, Bakugou.
[ Todoroki is already flipping the coin for the next round, catching it just as easily as before, and slamming it over his other hand.
Before disclosing the contents, he raises an eye brow towards Bakugou, waiting for his next choice of poison. ]
np np!
[More gently popping fireworks go off under Bakugou's hands and around his knuckles. Okay, maybe playing a game of chance wasn't the type of game best for him. There's nothing worse than having his fate tied to luck, to probability. There's nothing worse than being helpless despite all the run-ins he's had with it.
The glare intensifies; it's not even directed at Todoroki, but the situation, the failure.]
Alright, you piece of copper-nickel metal SHIT! Heads!
[If you think his tactic isn't to just keep on saying "heads," you'd be wrong.]
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Lifting his hand, he shows the face of the coin; sakura blossoms.
Oh. So much for Bakugou's losing streak.
Sighing, Todoroki places the yen onto the table, sliding it towards Bakugou. ]
Why don't we change the game a little?
[ No, he wasn't salty at all. ]
Say, for instance, with each flip of the coin, if I were to lose, you can decide if I take a shot or strip. If I win, then it's your turn to go.
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[Reaching out, Bakugou yanks the coin toward himself with two fingers. This time when he picks it up, he stands it on its edge with one finger. Teeth flash wolfishly. He watches Todoroki a moment or two, and then lowers his eyes to make sure he hits the edge of the coin just right.
It swings out into the center of the table like a top, spinning wildly.]
Make your fucking choice before it falls, Half 'n Half.
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Multi-coloured eyes dash to gaze at the spinning coin, frown at his lips as he quickly comes to a decision. ]
Tails.
[ A part of him hoped he could judge where the coin would fall, but it's impossible. It was still a game left to fate. ]
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Sakura blossoms greet them.
Bakugou's eyes light up with a familiar, burning fire of success. Without any sort of hesitation, he says,] Drink. [and slaps a hand over the coin to draw it back to himself. Pleased.]
"Maybe next time," fuckhead.
[The coin gets tossed into the air, caught. He puts it down on the table with his hand over it instead of one the back of his own.] Pick.
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Fine.
[ The words are pushed through his teeth, and Todoroki takes the shot glsss. The smell hits him again, and he ignores it, drowns the shot in one swallow. The burn is there once more, and this time, Todoroki can’t help but to cough from the sharp sting of the liquor. ]
You couldn’t have chosen a worst drink?
[ Todoroki bitterly replies while pouring himself another shot. He’s half aware he needs to pick another choice, but he’s still recovering from that burn. He decides to repeat his last choice. ]
Tails.
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Shit.
[Tails, the hundred yen number showcased up at them. Bakugou's teeth clack when he grits them. He shoves the coin across the table at Todoroki without sending it flying off.
Carefully, his eyes flick back and forth, searching Todoroki's face, probably looking for signs of succumbing to being tipsy.]
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[ Two shots in and Bakugou without having to take any. Hopefully with these new rules, Todoroki could get ahead of the game. While the bitter alcohol wasn't satisfying, at least he wasn't feeling nothing more than a gentle buzz that sits at his chest.
Taking the coin, Todoroki doesn't waste any time, flipping it between his fingers and catching it in the air, hand twisting to slam it over the table, keeping the yen covered with his palm.
He's quietly noting the look Bakugou gives him, doesn't verbally comment about it, but does squirm slightly, not necessarily wanting the attention on him. ]
Pick.
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[HE TRIED HIS BEST. Actually, he tried to get over on Todoroki for the loss the previous night, but listen. This is fine. Suffering with Crystal Head is fine.
His eyes leave Todoroki's face and drop to the hand over the yen. Heads or tails. In the end, it doesn't matter, but picking feels like he has a choice. Like he has a chance. A false hope.]
Tails.
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Todoroki gives a small glare down at his hand, judging the coin should it be revealed heads rather than tails.
Taking his hand, he sighs softly when the image of sakura flowers are there. ]
Drink up.
[ Todoroki lifts up the coin, flipping it once more, not bothering to wait for Bakugou to take his shot of that nasty liquor. After catching it, he slaps it back onto the table, eyebrow raised at the other. ]
Again, Bakugou.
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Fuck!
[His face looks like he thinks Todoroki cheated somehow, but there's zero evidence to back up the assumption.] Son of a bitch... [UGH. He regards the glass a moment and then, without warning, lifts it and knocks it back as quickly as possible. It's...
...horrid.
Swallowing it down is fine. The burn up his throat and through his sinuses is gut-wrenching. He growls once, bubbly, and then chokes, raising the back of his wrist to his nose and mouth. It's so strong. He should've got sake. His eyes water just at the edges. When he speaks again, his voice is full of gravel.]
Ghn. Heads.
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Glancing down, Todoroki's smile only widens.
1-0-0.
He reveals the yen to Bakugou.
Might as well take some amount of pity on him though. ]
Lose the shirt.
[ He replies while picking the yen back up, tossing it with his thumb, this time landing onto the back of his hand. ]
And while you're undressing, you can choose again.
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[He's already down a tie because he's a stupid ass delinquent and doesn't even wear one. His throat clears from the hoarseness of the alcohol's lingering sting, and he yanks the ends of the shirt out of his pants. His fingers begin plucking the buttons carefully out of the holes. He's trying to be calm and patient.
But he's unruly and fired up.
Halfway down the shirt, he accidentally busts one of the buttons off, and he curses thickly under his breath. The clear, iridescent button pings on the table and ricochets off into Todoroki's chest before landing on the floor.] Fuckin' stupid ass shirt! Fuck it! [He grabs both edges of the shirt and pulls.
The last three buttons rip off, too, scattering around under the table. But he's at least able to angrily jerk the shirt off his arms and bunch it on the floor. He's such an egghead jock. The tanktop below isn't even white like it should be, it's black. Of course it is.]
Tails.
[He's not drunk yet like desired, but he's at least a rather nice piece of lean muscle to look at. As long as he doesn't open his mouth.]
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It's no surprise, really, to see the black tank top. How typical of Bakugou, always breaking some rules somewhere. But, in the end, who would be the wiser? Todoroki didn't care what Bakugou got himself into.
Although, the black top was definitely pressing in all the right places, not to mention the muscles were in open view now. How much could Bakugou even lift?
Finding that he's staring for too long, Todoroki forces his gaze back down to the coin, removing his hand to reveal the contents. He groans. 1-0-0 again.
Sighing, Todoroki nudges the yen to Bakugou. ]
Heads.
[ He's already choosing, doesn't even bother to wait for the flip. ]
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[Eagerly, Bakugou snatches the coin away and clenches it in a fist for a second. Alright. His turn. Fuck yeah.
Todoroki's quick answer almost seems like desperation, and he grins as he wiggles the yen into two of his fingers and flips it in the air. It goes onto the back of his opposite hand after he catches it. He actually doesn't hesitate in taking it off. It's in the bag.
Heads.]
WHAT THE FUCK! THERE'S NO DAMN WAY! THIS SHIT IS RIGGED! [Instead of putting the coin down on the table, he throws it like a brat so it hits Todoroki in the chest.] I'm done with this fucking bullshit game, Halfy! [He's not. As if Bakugou could forfeit any kind of challenge in his life.]
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And he finds himself giving a relieving sigh at his win.
Of course, Bakugou's reaction has him sitting back, especially with the yen hits him square in the chest. He huffs, takes the coin and puts it on the table. If Bakugou wanted to change the game that he picked, then it was fine by Todoroki. ]
Pick another game then.
[ Not that Todoroki was too enthralled with drinking more of that brazen liquor. ]
You play a lot of them with Kirishima, don't you?
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His eyes snap up, focus. He still has almost the same irritated expression, but there's a defensive, softer edge to it than before.] That brickhead with the stupid hair? [As if he actually had to pretend he doesn't know who Kirishima is when the guy is latched onto him nine times out of ten. He's so nice to his friends...
He doesn't deserve them at all. None.]
What the hell does it matter to you, calico?
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So you should have an array of games we could play.
[ Maybe one that could get them drunk faster.
Even with that gross skull liquor.
Next time, Todoroki will pick up the alcohol because he officially can't trust Bakugou to do so.
Also, calico? Really? He's not a cat, Bakugou. ]
Maybe something that will be more challenging.
when will hori make me retcon all this description
[But he's only being salty for the sake of being salty. Naturally. For a moment, he glances off to the side, and it's amazing to see how legitimately intelligent he is when all he usually does is yell and bark and explode.] Stay here.
Don't fucking touch anything, and don't fucking snoop through my damn room, Halfy. [In one swift motion, he rises to his feet and heads for the door. He doesn't bother saying where he's going, even if Todoroki asks.
That's that. Todoroki is left in his room as the door clicks shut. It's not necessarily an eyesore. It's Bakugou at the essence of it: a weird mixture of jock and brain. The desk is sparse; Bakugou seems to do the bare minimum of work, but the work he does is excellent. There's books, something easy to get through without having to waste time writing. A laptop, the back covered in a few array of stickers on a different level of Edginess than Tokoyami. Bombs. Skulls and bones.
There's not much overwhelming color, and most things are black or grey or muted. It's very delinquent except for the few posters on the wall that stand as a beacon to his rigid ideal. Top hero. One poster has the top four heroes on it. One is actually All Might. Even if he's an ass, it seems he has his heart in the right place.
The phone on the table left behind buzzes. Even from Todoroki's angle, when the screen lights up, it's easy to see Kirishima's name. The phone buzzes several more times, but the top-most bubble definitely says, hey man, you weren't at dinner. what's up??
And then the front door opens suddenly. Bakugou comes back in with a dragon's hoard: the tank top is lifted, exposing his tight stomach from the ribs down. In the balloon of the tanktop is a collection of smaller drinking glasses. Ten of them, balanced precariously. The door slams when he kicks his shut with his foot, and he walks the stolen goods back over to the table where he crouches on his knees.]
Okay, fucking help me. You get five, and I get five.
but it was very accurate tbh
Fine. Hurry it up.
[ Huffing, Todoroki rests his elbows on the table, bracing his cheeks in hand, and gives a small inspection of the room. There are parts that definitely scream Bakugou, the edgier parts of the room. The other parts, the ones that don't stand out too much, those are what make it odd.
As he focuses on the desk, Todoroki remembers the other plastic bag tossed somewhere there, and curiously he wonders what else Bakugou bought. He doesn't spy though, especially when the phone buzzes, causing him to tense up. Todoroki is able to read the message, knows he shouldn't, that was Bakugou's privacy, yet curiosity killed this cat.
Mismatched eyes look up just in time to see the supplies being carried. He's quietly noting the shirt, and tries not to think too much about it, and focus on the glasses Bakugou holds. ]
Alright. [ He answers simply, reaching over to pluck five of the glasses, arranging them onto the table. ] What game will we play?
ty i tried
[Once he gets the other five glasses on the table, he digs through his pocket and produces--a ping pong ball? Don't ask where he got it. He hits it against the table at just the right angle so it flies up and whacks Todoroki in the center of the forehead. Calculated.
His lips curve into a wolfish grin again.] The point is to get the ball in the opponent's cup. If you do, they gotta fuckin' drink what's in it.
[Letting Todoroki have the ball, he takes up the skulled vodka and begins pouring alternating levels of alcohol into all of the glasses. They each get the same levels, but the levels are staggered. Some of the glasses are worse than others. More full.]
Alright, back the fuck up a minute.
[Carefully and easily, he turns the table sideways between them when Todoroki is out of the way, all without toppling the glasses. He pushes his phone to the floor, and the glasses get separated to each end. A triangle--three and two.]
You can bounce the ball on the table or just toss it in. The new rule is: you miss, you gotta take something off.
How that for fucking upping your ante?
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Bakugou has been the exception so far.
Eyes watch the ping pong ball, and as soon as it hits dead-center at his forehead, he huffs, feathers ruffled, so to say while his hands reach for the small ball. At least the rules were simple enough.
Todoroki takes a few steps back, lets Bakugou set up the table while he watches on. It shouldn't be that hard, but the rush of confidence isn't as daring as before. At least they would get to drinking faster, even if it was distasteful. Todoroki is sure his assurance will build up when they start. ]
A lot better than the last game. If I start winning, you better not throw anything else.
[ Todoroki gets into position, eyes the center cup, figures that would be the easier target. Aligning his wrist, he bounces the ball to hit the table and--
Miss.
Tossed between two glasses and rolling between the cups now. Not enough pressure to his bounce.
Well, it was a challenge, like he wanted. He sighs, frown at his lips. ]
...do you get to decide what I take off, or can I choose?
[ Because he would make this the most agonizing, slow strip ever. Not that Bakugou needed to know that. ]
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[With some kind of smug swagger, Bakugou goes to the table to retrieve the ball.] Get rid of the pants. [Picking was never specified, but he'll be damned if he lets the opportunity for control to get out of his hands during a challenge.
Besides, he knows Todoroki would be exactly like him when it comes to removing clothes: being an ass and taking off as little as possible. A slipper. A sock. Humiliation is quicker this way.
Back in throwing position, he snaps his free fingers three times as if to say for Todoroki to hurry up. His hand with the ball lifts. His eyes are like a hawk, focused. He chucks the ball. It hits the rim of the fullest glass and bounces off into the glass with the least amount, probably a shot.]
Goddammit. [He wanted the bigger fish.] Drink. Technically, I go again, but fuck it, you seem to need a helping hand, Halfy. You can go.
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sorry for the wait dkfksd i'm trying to get over a cold
omg mood. feel better!! no rush on anything
thaanks! feeling a lot better today lmao
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Fuuuck my finger slipped and sent this too early
HAHA it's ok!
Lmao I was too eager
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