[ 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.
[ With the smallest roll of his eyes, Todoroki lifts up his sweater, so he can grab the edges of his pants to drag them off. He goes out of his way to fold them, placing the pants off to the side. The oversized sweater keeps him warm, along with his quirk. Due to the nature of the sweater, it comes down long enough to cover most of his boxers.
It's unfortunate he couldn't pick though, liked Bakugou knew what he would plan.
Todoroki looks up just in time in irritation to find his next loss. Thankfully, it's the cup with the least amount of alcohol.
Taking the glass, Todoroki doesn't bother to pick out the ball, drinks the clear liquor down, until the ping pong ball brushes over his lips. A groan manages to slip as he feels the burn, but beside that, he's not coughing like before. ]
How considerate of you, Bakugou. I should be so lucky. [ The sarcasm practically drips off his tongue.
He takes the ping pong ball in hand, positions his wrist like before, and bounces it. This time, after a hit to the table's surface, the ball lands in one of the fuller cups. It wasn't the cup Todoroki was aiming for, but at least it was more full than his glass had been.
While a victory, Todoroki wasn't celebrating yet. There was still room for him to lose if he wasn't careful. ]
[Both hands fist at his sides as the ball plops wetly into the rather full glass. Miniature explosions crackle in his palms, but nothing else destructive blows out of them. For now.
He's indignant and stubborn, and he jerks the glass up off the table like he's a big shot. This is nothing. IT'S NOTHING.
He throws it back with the ball inside, squeezing his eyes shut, his neck rolling as he tries to guzzle what he can before the taste and the sting slap him. He makes it three-fourths of the way and then has to jerk the glass down so he can cough roughly. His throat is on fire, his voice even lower.]
Who the fuck can drink this shit?! It tastes like I'm chugging ninety-nine percent isopropyl!! There's no TASTE!
[He coughs one final, racking time and then clenches his jaw. After a pause, he throws the rest of it back, eyes watering gently. The ball he grabs between his teeth after he's swallowed and taken a moment to pray for death with the glass resting on his lips, head back. Awful.
One arm wipes his nose while he puts the glass on the floor nearby, and then he pops the ball out of his mouth into his hand.] Alright, you two-toned fuck. You just dug your fuckin' grave.
[He chucks the ball at the table directly, sending it vertically up, hoping when it falls, it'll land in a glass.
Unfortunately, it rattles down between the glasses and against the table.] Fucking shit! [His threat was for nothing!!]
[ Todoroki bites back a look of amusement at Bakugou's suffering. But, Bakugou is a trooper and guzzles that drink like a champ. Todoroki doesn't look forward to being in the same place, not with this liquor. ]
You should have grabbed a drink you tried before. You're making us both suffer.
[ Like the previous night's alcohol of choice. That had been cakewalk for Todoroki.
With Bakugou chucking the ball, Todoroki prepares himself to drink up the awful liquor. He frowned at the thought, but it wasn't like he had much of a choice. He didn't want to lose this game.
Naturally, with how well Bakugou had bounced the ball previously, him missing surprises even Todoroki.
This time he does smile at the victory, taking the ball into hand. ]
Remove your pants.
[ A little revenge for the loss of his own pants.
He's already aiming his hand and taking the shot once again. And shocking him more, Todoroki makes the ball into another glass. It's still not the glass he had been aiming for, but it's another glass of alcohol, filled less than the previous glass.
[He's more upset about the alcohol than the lake of clothes. The last chug he took really set him back. He feels... decidedly more chill, about as chill as Bakugou can be, a little tingly.
A scarlet warmth has pooled up over his jaws into his cheeks, more apparent with his fairer skin and lighter hair. Doesn't quite match his eyes just yet, but close.
Angrily, he shoves the tongue of the belt out and unhooks the latch. There's a predatory glint to his eye when he stares across at Todoroki as he yanks the belt out of every loop of his pants in one go. He drops the belt haphazardly, glares instead at the waiting glass as he undoes the pants and drops them to his calves. He steps out of his slippers and the pants together, kicks the pants to the side with a foot.
More impressive than his arms and shoulders: his legs. Thick and wired full of muscle; the boxer-briefs do little to hide anything and instead cling to his thighs. But he still doesn't seem to mind being mostly undressed. In fact, the air is a relief on his hot, damp skin.
The glass he lifts and downs exactly as foolhardy and quick as before. Choking and coughing spares him, but he grimaces heavily and a held breath explodes from him after. The belch he catches in the crook of his arm, but it at least doesn't sound sick. He digs the ball out, puts the glass down, and takes an unsteady step back into place.]
Alright...
[It takes him a moment to line up the shot. His face wants to be focused, but his eyes seem pleasantly hazy. He chucks the ball, aiming for the most full glass. Instead, he lands it in the one a step up from least full.]
[ Todoroki tries his best not to stare, but he's curious. Bakugou was a walking jock, powerful with bulging muscles. It's enough to make anyone's mouth water. Except Todoroki because he's not trying to be that noticeable in his gaze.
Really, there was no hiding anything, many parts of Bakugou rather open now. And with no shame either. That doesn't shock Todoroki, if he was being honest.
Todoroki takes a chance to correct himself, mouth breathing normally and eyes on the table would Bakugou finishes off his drink.
Swallowing, Todoroki finds himself sighing when Bakugou's hit makes contact with the glass. Wordlessly, Todoroki raises the cup up and drinks it down.
The liquor is either becoming better or Todoroki was getting tipsy. He's able to swallows it all down in one gulp. Todoroki supposes he has experience to thank for that.
Once the liquor is drowned down, Todoroki drops the ball into hand. It's hard to focus, lining his shot up. He's aiming for the same cup, the one with the most alcohol.
Unfortunately, not only is his aim off, but there's a definite noticeable stagger from the alcohol that's hit him. Todoroki scoffs, watching the ping pong ball roll around the table aimlessly.
Todoroki centers his gaze onto Bakugou, waiting for the other to put him through some more misery. ]
[More slowly and lax than before, Bakugou chases down the ball on the table. He misses the first time, glares intensely, and then grabs it the second time without issue.]
The dumbass sweater. [He jerks a thumb to the side without glancing at Todoroki as he steps back into place.] Off.
[When he's in place, his red eyes flick quickly back up to land on the other boy. Watchful. Unwavering. He doesn't look away in embarrassment or modesty while he waits for Todoroki to undress, and he purposely waits and watches until it's finished before he gets ready to take another shot.
His hand lifts, and he licks his lips. The throw is against the table, and there's an attempt to disregard the usual smashing affair that comes with Bakugou flying in off the handle. It's still too hard. The ball ricochets up and flies over Todoroki's shoulder to tumble down near the veranda sliding door.
Bakugou lets out a long, airy hiss, much like the fuse of a dynamite growing shorter.]
[ Todoroki knew it was coming, still, he gave a disapproving look, not out of shyness, but the fact that this game came so far.
He inches his fingers down, grabs the edge of the sweater, and raises it up. There's no other shirt below, only bare, smooth skin that Todoroki has to use his quirk to heat up in order to make up for the loss of his sweater. Unlike Bakugou, Todoroki isn't as heavily muscled, but he does have the growing start of some. With proper work out, he could be more toned out. He feels his bones are more sharp though, from his collarbone to his hips.
Todoroki folds the sweater like he had done with his pants, placing both of them together, off at the side. He returns back to the table, getting ready for their next round.
And when the ball is tossed over his shoulder, landing behind him, Todoroki doesn't go and retrieve it. Not yet, anyway. ]
Bakugou, we're drunk.
[ It's not a means to find a way out of this mess. Todoroki is still determined that he could win, even while as undressed as he was. And he's positive Bakugou would keep going, until every little thing was removed.
If Todoroki was being honest, he's not sure it was the greatest idea of either one of them to get fully undressed. He's not shy of his looks, but he's already struggling to keep his eyes from noting every little detail of Bakugou's body. ]
This drink is disgusting, and I doubt we really want to see each other nude.
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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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It's unfortunate he couldn't pick though, liked Bakugou knew what he would plan.
Todoroki looks up just in time in irritation to find his next loss. Thankfully, it's the cup with the least amount of alcohol.
Taking the glass, Todoroki doesn't bother to pick out the ball, drinks the clear liquor down, until the ping pong ball brushes over his lips. A groan manages to slip as he feels the burn, but beside that, he's not coughing like before. ]
How considerate of you, Bakugou. I should be so lucky. [ The sarcasm practically drips off his tongue.
He takes the ping pong ball in hand, positions his wrist like before, and bounces it. This time, after a hit to the table's surface, the ball lands in one of the fuller cups. It wasn't the cup Todoroki was aiming for, but at least it was more full than his glass had been.
While a victory, Todoroki wasn't celebrating yet. There was still room for him to lose if he wasn't careful. ]
Drink up, Bakugou.
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He's indignant and stubborn, and he jerks the glass up off the table like he's a big shot. This is nothing. IT'S NOTHING.
He throws it back with the ball inside, squeezing his eyes shut, his neck rolling as he tries to guzzle what he can before the taste and the sting slap him. He makes it three-fourths of the way and then has to jerk the glass down so he can cough roughly. His throat is on fire, his voice even lower.]
Who the fuck can drink this shit?! It tastes like I'm chugging ninety-nine percent isopropyl!! There's no TASTE!
[He coughs one final, racking time and then clenches his jaw. After a pause, he throws the rest of it back, eyes watering gently. The ball he grabs between his teeth after he's swallowed and taken a moment to pray for death with the glass resting on his lips, head back. Awful.
One arm wipes his nose while he puts the glass on the floor nearby, and then he pops the ball out of his mouth into his hand.] Alright, you two-toned fuck. You just dug your fuckin' grave.
[He chucks the ball at the table directly, sending it vertically up, hoping when it falls, it'll land in a glass.
Unfortunately, it rattles down between the glasses and against the table.] Fucking shit! [His threat was for nothing!!]
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You should have grabbed a drink you tried before. You're making us both suffer.
[ Like the previous night's alcohol of choice. That had been cakewalk for Todoroki.
With Bakugou chucking the ball, Todoroki prepares himself to drink up the awful liquor. He frowned at the thought, but it wasn't like he had much of a choice. He didn't want to lose this game.
Naturally, with how well Bakugou had bounced the ball previously, him missing surprises even Todoroki.
This time he does smile at the victory, taking the ball into hand. ]
Remove your pants.
[ A little revenge for the loss of his own pants.
He's already aiming his hand and taking the shot once again. And shocking him more, Todoroki makes the ball into another glass. It's still not the glass he had been aiming for, but it's another glass of alcohol, filled less than the previous glass.
His smile grows. ]
Too bad, Bakugou. Enjoy your drink.
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[He's more upset about the alcohol than the lake of clothes. The last chug he took really set him back. He feels... decidedly more chill, about as chill as Bakugou can be, a little tingly.
A scarlet warmth has pooled up over his jaws into his cheeks, more apparent with his fairer skin and lighter hair. Doesn't quite match his eyes just yet, but close.
Angrily, he shoves the tongue of the belt out and unhooks the latch. There's a predatory glint to his eye when he stares across at Todoroki as he yanks the belt out of every loop of his pants in one go. He drops the belt haphazardly, glares instead at the waiting glass as he undoes the pants and drops them to his calves. He steps out of his slippers and the pants together, kicks the pants to the side with a foot.
More impressive than his arms and shoulders: his legs. Thick and wired full of muscle; the boxer-briefs do little to hide anything and instead cling to his thighs. But he still doesn't seem to mind being mostly undressed. In fact, the air is a relief on his hot, damp skin.
The glass he lifts and downs exactly as foolhardy and quick as before. Choking and coughing spares him, but he grimaces heavily and a held breath explodes from him after. The belch he catches in the crook of his arm, but it at least doesn't sound sick. He digs the ball out, puts the glass down, and takes an unsteady step back into place.]
Alright...
[It takes him a moment to line up the shot. His face wants to be focused, but his eyes seem pleasantly hazy. He chucks the ball, aiming for the most full glass. Instead, he lands it in the one a step up from least full.]
Lucky bastard.
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Really, there was no hiding anything, many parts of Bakugou rather open now. And with no shame either. That doesn't shock Todoroki, if he was being honest.
Todoroki takes a chance to correct himself, mouth breathing normally and eyes on the table would Bakugou finishes off his drink.
Swallowing, Todoroki finds himself sighing when Bakugou's hit makes contact with the glass. Wordlessly, Todoroki raises the cup up and drinks it down.
The liquor is either becoming better or Todoroki was getting tipsy. He's able to swallows it all down in one gulp. Todoroki supposes he has experience to thank for that.
Once the liquor is drowned down, Todoroki drops the ball into hand. It's hard to focus, lining his shot up. He's aiming for the same cup, the one with the most alcohol.
Unfortunately, not only is his aim off, but there's a definite noticeable stagger from the alcohol that's hit him. Todoroki scoffs, watching the ping pong ball roll around the table aimlessly.
Todoroki centers his gaze onto Bakugou, waiting for the other to put him through some more misery. ]
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The dumbass sweater. [He jerks a thumb to the side without glancing at Todoroki as he steps back into place.] Off.
[When he's in place, his red eyes flick quickly back up to land on the other boy. Watchful. Unwavering. He doesn't look away in embarrassment or modesty while he waits for Todoroki to undress, and he purposely waits and watches until it's finished before he gets ready to take another shot.
His hand lifts, and he licks his lips. The throw is against the table, and there's an attempt to disregard the usual smashing affair that comes with Bakugou flying in off the handle. It's still too hard. The ball ricochets up and flies over Todoroki's shoulder to tumble down near the veranda sliding door.
Bakugou lets out a long, airy hiss, much like the fuse of a dynamite growing shorter.]
Fucking--
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He inches his fingers down, grabs the edge of the sweater, and raises it up. There's no other shirt below, only bare, smooth skin that Todoroki has to use his quirk to heat up in order to make up for the loss of his sweater. Unlike Bakugou, Todoroki isn't as heavily muscled, but he does have the growing start of some. With proper work out, he could be more toned out. He feels his bones are more sharp though, from his collarbone to his hips.
Todoroki folds the sweater like he had done with his pants, placing both of them together, off at the side. He returns back to the table, getting ready for their next round.
And when the ball is tossed over his shoulder, landing behind him, Todoroki doesn't go and retrieve it. Not yet, anyway. ]
Bakugou, we're drunk.
[ It's not a means to find a way out of this mess. Todoroki is still determined that he could win, even while as undressed as he was. And he's positive Bakugou would keep going, until every little thing was removed.
If Todoroki was being honest, he's not sure it was the greatest idea of either one of them to get fully undressed. He's not shy of his looks, but he's already struggling to keep his eyes from noting every little detail of Bakugou's body. ]
This drink is disgusting, and I doubt we really want to see each other nude.
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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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