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( OPEN ) we are here and going to make it everyone's problem

WHO: Team Everlight and YOU
WHAT: Breaking the ice with a spontaneous slumber party
WHERE: Everlight wing
WHEN: Some time after arrival
WARNINGS: Destroying friendships with UNO or something. Will edit for real as things come up.

(The fun thing about being taken and thrown into a new place is no one really knows you so when Tsurumaru Kuninaga is missing from dinner, he's sure no one really notices. Eventually someone will learn that whenever he's missing for too long, he's probably up to something if he doesn't actually have something to do.

He returns some time towards the end of dinner, when most people have probably begun to settle a bit for the evening. He stumble-dashes back to the base with an armful of plastic shopping bags and oooh he is definitely up to something…)

& SET UP

In the Everlight wing, they need to do some ☆re-arranging☆. Some desks and chairs need to be borrowed from rooms to drag outside for the food. While they're at it, they might as well grab the blankets and pillows too. They might also have to figure out what appropriate music to play. So maybe someone knocks on your door to commandeer your furniture and time. Or maybe they figure out a way to play music so everyone can hear and you end up drawn out by music.

Maybe you get sent out to buy more snacks and drinks for everyone while you're standing around with nothing to do. Let's go, Everlights. It's time to drag people into early shenanigans.

& FOOD & GAMES

There is plenty of food to be found. Check out the mixed bottles of different flavored sodas and teas, assorted chocolates, and other sweets from the convenience stores. Eventually, a couple of pizzas and a few more substantial things might show up on the table. Some of them are traditional flavors characters will be used to seeing but others may… be more out there. There sure are a lot of more experimental foods combinations in the future, huh? Have you ever tried coffee-flavored water? Yogurt-flavored potato chips? Flaming hot lava chocolate? What about calamari Oreo pizza? Well, now is your chance.

There are also stacks of playing cards and maybe some other silly toys and games from whatever is the equivalent of a dollar/pound store in the future.The 100 Kryptos store? Which version of UNO do you know how to play? Do you know how to play Werewolf or Mafia? There are plenty of bottles to spin. Give someone a call and see if they answer or else you have to eat one of those cursed pizza slices. Of course, when enough people gather around, there are plenty of other ways to make your own fun.

& CHILL

For more introverted characters that might want a quieter place to hang out, some Everlight has probably left their room open. Pillows and blankets have been piled into the room to make it a quieter, more laidback place to hang out. When was the last time you made a pillow fort?

// WILDCARD/OOC

Hello, Tsuru gets bored easily and he wants everyone to have ☆good vibes☆ because bad vibes make him sad so he is steamrolling and dragging people into slumber party shenanigans. It's in the Everlight wing but other characters can hop over if they're curious or dragged in. I asked the mods about the potential consequences of staying the night and they said it would be fine for the slumber party so go wild.

Treat this as an open mingle and feel free to come up with your own ideas and tag around. If anyone really needs me for anything, you can DM me or catch me on plurk (

yosakoi ).

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[at least denji is understanding. bakugou's figured that out already. whether it's from a lack of spine or a more lazy personality is the unknown part. he's not inclined to do that yet. rather, he'll deal with fixing denji a personal dinner tonight as promised. didn't exactly expect a demand the guy cook him an omelet would turn into a damn trade, but whatever. there's worse things to barter over. and his wouldn't come from anything stolen. it means he has to go to the store... tch.

without the vocation of "hero" and his life as a hero-in-training student, bakugou's had to opt for something else. something obviously as close to that life back home as possible. despite his young age, being a police officer was the next closest thing to a hero. working with the police back in his world helped with the familiarity to his new job. the monster-ravaged world is prime pickings for thieves and criminals and bakugou has his share of run-ins with assholes who think they're free to do anything thanks to the world being shit right now. which is even more thrilling because most people on the police force are definitely not outsiders from other worlds. meaning bakugou's almost immediately one of the "golden boys" of his district, solving cases and taking down criminals. but he's experienced too much in his year at u.a. that cocky arrogant kid who walked into u.a. a year ago would've drank in the praise and crowed at the top. this time, scarred, humiliated, matured, and determined, bakugou focuses far more on his success and results than padding his ego over lip service. not that he doesn't like the acknowledgement and is certainly not lost on his own ego. but he wants to earn that acknowledge and validate his ego rather than just have it thrown to him. but the pays is good, the action is enough to keep him stimulated, and he gets to learn a lot about the world he's in now by working with the police. bakugou doesn't look bad in the uniform either, since he tends to save his hero costume for missions rather than wearing it on his cover job. the side hustle as a demolitions engineer... get to that later.

bakugou returns to everlight's zone after his shift's done, a few bags hanging from his hand as he enters the building. time to work on that meal promised with the food he bought. what to make for a guy who's as simple-yet-complex as denji? katsudon. a deep-fried breaded pork cutlet with egg, vegetables, and condiments over a bowl of lightly seasoned salted rice. depending on when denji comes into the kitchen, he'll get to watch bakugou working on different aspects of the dish. whether he's coating the pork in flour, then dipping it in egg, followed by a coating of panko breadcrumbs, before deep frying it in oil, or cutting up different vegetables with expert speed and precision on the chopping board before sweeping them off to a plate on the side, or beating the eggs, or adding the ingredients to a broth of radish, soy sauce, onions, or getting rice out of the pot to add to the bowl. or perhaps not even arriving until the meal's almost completely done.

of course, the other option is not coming into the kitchen entirely and then having bakugou almost kick denji's damn door down to yell at him about skipping out on dinner like a fucking loser... choice is yours, chainsaw face.]

[ it's a shame he missed out on the masterful skills in the kitchen, as he would've loved every second of the show, but when denji didn't see any leftovers waiting by his door— he assumed bakugou didn't make it home yet or perhaps he chose to dismiss their trade altogether. it would be a lie to tell himself he's not a bit disappointed, only because that guy came off as genuine enough to keep a promise. another blink, followed by a shrug, then denji dismissed that thought entirely. if not dinner, then surely breakfast. the cop will keep his word.

a shower and a change of clothes are needed after a long day. this is one of the few perks he appreciates about this place, while it's not a five-star hotel, coming home to running warm water is always a blessing in denji's book. there's singing, as always, and tonight it involved fighting the system, saying "no" to the government. of course he was into it, loud and proud, banging on the tub with every messy rhythm. to whoever is sharing a wall with denji— i'm so sorry.

by the time he stepped out, dressed in a cozy pair of a white shirt and gray sweats, that's when his door swung wide open with a loud thud that would fucking scare anyone. denji was already grabbing into something in the center of his chest, gripping the fabric hard, eyes staring at the imminent shadow of a figure walking in his room. whoever it was started yelling now; identifying the voice, denji's arms dropped to his sides. god, the fuck is wrong with that dude? ]

If you broke my door, you're paying for it.

[ ah, wait— bakugou is holding something? something that smells oh-so-good. denji stops on his feet, his expression easing into a soft puzzled stare, one that's shifting from the plate bakugou is holding then up to his face. ]

... You made that for me?

[denji can watch next time, if he's so impressed with bakugou's skill at making food. considering the amount of ingredients he bought, however, there's really only enough for a second round. which he made, of course, in case denji eats like a pack animal and needs two whole bowls of katsudon. it's downstairs in the kitchen, keeping warm over the oven, wrapped in foil with denji's name on it. the rest of the kitchen's in the process of being cleaned up and put away, but first off, this dumbass, who should've stopped by the fucking kitchen first to check on his meal AS AGREED, needs to get his freshly-showered butt out of his room and downstairs into the kitchen proper to eat it!

denji's lucky he doesn't get the whole bowl blatting into his face with a cussing demand. and no, bakugou didn't break his damn door down. though the fact it opened without banging on the lock is a poor showing for the guy. keep your fucking door locked when you're taking a shower! you want anyone to just walk in here while you're occupied?!

and don't think bakugou doesn't notice the way denji's hand fists his shirt over his chest like he's having a fucking heart attack. though considering the jump and surprise, it might be just that... weakass heart. which raises the question why lilith brought a guy in here with health problems without treating them. maybe only non-chronic health problems? nah, didn't sound like that when he growled at the medics. denji's strong. he has to be. that reaction looks instinctive. hm...]

What the fuck? Did you forget already?! Get your ass downstairs and eat it before I cram it, bowl and all, down your throat!

[sorry, denji. that's the way he is. and yes, this big bowl of steaming katsudon is all for you. with a second helping waiting in the kitchen once bakugou drags him down for it.]

[ listen, there are hot girls in their group so they are more than welcome to walk in anytime. he had seen enough romantic comedies that tend to the 'oh no' moment that brings the love birds together. if he's stuck fighting for some stupid cause, he better enjoy himself along the way. so, the open-door policy will remain.

perverted intents aside, denji is still a bit taken back by the sheer effort behind bakugou's part of the exchange. all the hero received is a shitty omelet from stolen eggs but what he is seeing before his eyes is a proper chef's delight. he scowls a bit, leaning forward to reach for the bowl but, ah, bakugou is yelling at him again. ]

... okay.

[ he could argue that he didn't need to eat in the kitchen; his bed is equally suited for dinner but that was an invitation for another outburst. besides, he is— oddly subdued, and denji proceeds to follow that guy toward the kitchen, unaware he still had the wet towel curved around his shoulders, leaving a damp on each sleeve. he settled on the table, once again staring down at the bowl that was made for him. he reached out to curl his fingers over its warmth, pulling it closer. eventually, he speaks up his mind, tentative as he glances at bakugou. ]

This is expensive. Like, a proper fancy meal ...

[ they just made it here and even when his fellow teammate picked a respected career, they were all surviving on a few week's worth of income. they all had their own commitments, and the idea of purchasing expensive supplies for a fucking stranger would never cross his mind. unless bakugou had a side gig that earned him extra cash, there is no other reason that would justify this luxury. it felt weird, not bad but weird. denji twisted his lips, keeping them sealed because he couldn't understand the emotions gurgling in his chest; whatever it may be, it surely shut him up good. the mild conflict is gentle behind his tired gaze, and he reaches for the chopsticks ... ]

It's all mine, right? I can eat it all?

[ —still selfish even when he's emotional, huh. ]

[ugh, don't let him catch you talking like a fucking pervert about the girls in their group. he'll call denji out on it and kick him in the fucking ass if he keeps being a damn better-mineta-ripoff. then again, if he's crossing perverted thoughts with romantic comedies, who the fuck knows what's going through denji's mind. at least bakugou's not going to rip him for finding something worth fighting for in this place. he's still going to knock. doesn't want to walk in on denji jerking it.

tch. this isn't "sheer effort" when it comes to making something. it's just chopping shit up and then deep-frying a coated piece of meat before plopping the boiled lot over a bowl of rice. nothing hard at all. if denji wants it, he can come to the kitchen because that's where bakugou's going upon getting that agreement.

at least he's not going to withhold it further once they get to said kitchen. the second bowl is there on the range, keeping warm, and bakugou sets the bowl down on the table, leaving denji to tackle it however he wants. there's a place set for him already. chopsticks and a spoon with an empty glass for whatever he wants to drink. while denji deals with that, bakugou's going to start cleaning up the kitchen, not one to leave a mess behind for others to clean up when he made it. (outside of an arranged agreement event, that is.) there's some soy sauce on the table with a small plate of ginger slices.]

Haa? It's not expensive if you know where to look. [even in a place like this, there are markets that aren't asking the same price as stores. just have to ask around (or demand, in bakugou's case) to learn where to get things cheaper while retaining quality. he's not going to feed denji trash, nor is he going to waste his own pay. bakugou's an efficient guy in almost all things. he's been saving the initial pension he got from lilith for emergencies and relies on his police salary for expenses.]

Who the fuck else made those eggs?! [god how dense is this guy?! the trade was one for one! no one else is getting it!] Are you gonna eat it or not?

[the "cram it down your throat" threat is still very much alive...]

Yeah! Of course. It's mine.

[ no one will take it away from him now. it was made for him, and the truth is- he will never get used to bearing the privilege of having someone prepare a warm meal for him. if bakugou returned the favor by making an equally average dish, or a store-bought sandwich— denji would still appreciate it. however, this is different. the aroma of a freshly prepared meal triggered the nostalgia for a time when he had a home. a real home, family, and safety. he picked up a crispy piece, dipping it gently into the sauce; the flavor inside his mouth was immaculate, nothing like the gross theater snacks he'd been feasting on the past few weeks. it was actual nutrition seeping through his body for a change and denji couldn't remember the last time he ate pork. not the cheap frozen kind. the real deal.

yeah, he's just gonna eat and keep eating; mixing in the flavors all together. he was hunched over his side of the table, stuffing his mouth while savoring every bite. why did it feel like he was starved this entire time? maybe he was in one way or another. this new city kept him up at night, made him lose all his senses, and question himself on if it's really okay to dismiss all the shit he's been through back home. he'd drown himself in watching one movie after another, unaware he was seeking something other than guilt. but, this— this is a trace of a warm memory that was both soothing and painful. it's a change from the infuriating dull in his heart that was driving him crazy. ]

This reminds me of a friend. You're a good cook like him ...

[ he holds the last piece up with a lazy, fond smile. it would've been a cute sentiment if denji didn't feel the need to open his mouth, stick his tongue out, and toss it in playfully. this is one way to honor his beloved aki— to be as obnoxious as always. well, there is another way of celebrating him, and as much as it felt weird to say it to someone who's technically still a stranger to him, but-

denji should express gratitude when it's warranted. ]

You won. The eggs didn't stand a chance. They didn't even last a single round in the ring. Ten out of ten.

Shut up and eat before it gets cold! [does he always talk this much before a damn meal?! bakugou dumps the dishes and cutting board he used into the sink and starts the water with soap drizzled over it. figures he'll do the entire lot before anyone comes in and interrupts or wants him to cook more. not that he would... while he could've just made a simple omelet or bought him something from the store, neither of them sit right with someone as competitive as bakugou. if he was going to repay dinner, he was going to blow the damn guy out of the water. at least he's not much aware of how the meal's triggering denji's memories. that would be awkward. maybe it'll at least suggest he shouldn't steal in the future... maybe.

pay attention to your damn nutrition! you're a soldier for fuck's sake! a captured indentured one, like the rest of them, but you know... health.

while denji eats, bakugou dives hands first into the sink, scrubbing at the plates and bowls and making sure the cutting board is thoroughly cleansed with its own private wash. can't do much for the vegetable stains, but that's the life of a cutting board. denji's thoughts on the city aren't done alone, however. bakugou has similar gripes against the city. noisy at times, drowns out in light, the oppressive weight of something coming in the future, a threat they have to care for. shit like that. he sequesters it for the time being, focusing on his job and training to keep his schedule and routine.]

Cooking's not hard. You just pay attention and follow the damn directions. [just like using a knife and going through a recipe to make your dish. bakugou heads for the stove and picks up the second bowl of katsudon, peeling the aluminum foil cover off to reveal the steaming mound inside. might be a little softer than the first bow, since it's been covered for a while, but whatever. it's just as good. he sets it on the table if denji wants another round.] Stop fucking gushing. At least you know how to make a damn omelet without ruining it.

[and keep your damn tongue in your mouth instead of sticking it out like a weird child when you eat.]

[ the constant verbal misuse and aggression while being rewarded at the same time is a wild emotional conflict for denji. he's torn between whether bakugou is actually a decent guy or not. his idea of him keeps bouncing around to the point it hurts his head if he thinks about it too much, which (thankfully) he doesn't. it's kinda humourous how denji tends to be turned off by the abuse, getting offended only to be instantly showered by a rare kindness. it's hot and cold. is bakugou aware of the fuckery he's planting in this guy's head? doubt it.

of course he accepts the second bowl, inhaling it a lot faster than the first one. this is all bakugou needs to do to atone for his sins— feed him and he will forgive all the name-calling. denji is a very simple guy to please. ]

Hey, I'm not gushing over a dude. I'm gushing over the food. Let's make that clear.

[ this is where he draws the line! this personal attack against his character is unacceptable, and the only reason he stood up for himself is because he's almost done with his dinner. the hero can't retaliate by withdrawing the offer since it all made it to his stomach, so he'll bite back. well, more of a nibble than a bite. it's hard to be mad when he feels oh-so good. the flavors behind bakugou's touch are almost sedating to his senses, and he's loving every second of it.

he drops his chopsticks on the now-empty bowl before he dragged his chair back and stood up; now cleaning up after himself by picking up the dirty dishes and moving them to the sink. he sighs, muttering- ]

All good things must come to an end ...

Edited 2024-01-04 17:53 (UTC)

[you'll get used to it, denji. each of bakugou's classmates had to and they're not all fucked up due to it. treat it like emotional training or something, figuring out which is real anger and aggression and which is blowing smoke because a certain someone wants to make it seem like he doesn't care despite the fact he's actually a good guy under his craptacular attitude. if bakugou's ever aware of the flipflops his personality puts people through, he certainly hasn't bothered to stop it. this is the guy that yells at people to spit it out if they're obviously wanting to say something, but then rages at them to shut up if they go more than a sentence or two. how does midoriya or the others put up with it?

at least denji's shoving the second bowl into his gullet rather than drawing more of bakugou's ire. tossing the aluminum foil in the trash on the way back to the sink (side shot without even looking, and yes, he makes it), bakugou gets back to work scrubbing out the pot he used to fry the pork and vegetables in. something about denji is kind of puppy-ish. or alley dog ish...]

HAA?! Where the fuck did you get that idea?! [no one said shit about gushing over a guy! denji was praising his food compared to his omelet! goddamn pervert leaping to conclusions. ugh. be glad he doesn't bonk this pot off your stupid sharp-toothed head. no one's attacking your damn character, denji. sheesh. bakugou finishes with his dishes just a few seconds before the other boy comes over to tend to his own. yeah, he's going to let him do that by himself. the soapy water's still there for him to use at least.

pulling a cloth from the side, he spreads it on the counter and sets the rinsed-and-clean dishes atop it for them to dry. normally he'd just spend the time drying them off and putting them away, but since other people are here and using them, there's less point to putting away what someone's going to grab in twenty minutes. if they're here once they're dry, bakugou'll put them away. what's this muttering going on over there?]

You wanna eat till you pop?

You used the word 'gushing'. What the hell did you expect me to believe? I was defending myself.

[ bakugou should accept some ownership in that minor miscommunication because he should know by now how simple-minded denji is, of course he would take it to the other extreme. but, hey— he does believe it is an innocent mistake now, so he's not willing to press on it too much. the cop is forgiven. why would he ruin this lovely night with a fight about sexuality? his stomach is full, body thriving on the new nourishment, like a breath of fresh air. denji knew he was about to have the best sleep in his fucking life tonight as well, so the vision of hitting the bed is more tempting than ever. all because he had a decent meal? fucking hell, someone was starved.

he joined bakugou's side in the kitchen and tossed the bowls into the sink, rinsing them under the water. the idea of leaving them there for tomorrow is too irresistible, and he considers it. he also considers the other's reaction, weighing the pros and cons, and ultimately deciding being yelled at this hour is far more draining. with a soft exhale, he bites back that urge and returns to his work. ]

Man ... why is it so hard for you to hear a compliment?

[ he's not really expecting a genuine answer here, and that's okay, but it is something he is slowly picking up. it works in his favor, though, so he won't complain. flattery isn't denji's style, and if the other guy feels the same way, they might be able to get along after all. at this point, they are almost done with their cleanup, leaving the kitchen spotless for the others to use. ]

Gushing as in bullshit flattery, dammit! [come on, context clues exist.] Where the hell is your brain living?

[that wasn't a minor miscommunication. that was denji existing with his brain in the gutter. "simple-minded" isn't exactly the image bakugou's getting of denji right now. more something purple... with a name that starts with 'm' from his class. then again, the guy had been going on about kissing being a reason for staying earlier, so perhaps he shouldn't be surprised? maybe they're not going to argue about denji's sexuality, but he's certainly going to have bakugou ragging on him a bit more. at least until the other everlight ends up in a food coma after stuffing himself with two bowls of katsudon. when's the last time this guy had a decent meal? even the cafeteria was serving decent stuff. not all that tasty, but it's giving the proper nutrition...

that little comment about bakugou's lack of compliment taking earns denji a glare, and a muttered "urusei" before he finishes up in the sink and leaves the other boy to his dishes. he'll check around the kitchen to make sure the table and countertops are clean, checking the stovetop as well before turning off the rice cooker completely. has to wash that out in a bit. good thing denji isn't opting to leave his rinsed-but-not-washed dishes in the sink till the morrow. rawr.

flattery is a tricky thing with bakugou. false flattery he picks up on instantly and gets pissed at it. a few honest servings of praise for a job well done is acceptable. beyond that quickly gets him irritable. fickle like a cat. denji will definitely get by with less flattery; the simple "thanks" before was good.

once the rice cooker's bowl is cleaned, dried, and replaced, they can call the effort complete.]

[ it's a good thing he will never hear false flattery slipping out of denji's mouth— that might be one of the few perks within him; brute honesty at all times. if he does express something positive about bakugou, which might not occur too often to begin with, it will only happen because he sincerely means it. last time he checked, humans do appreciate flattery. don't they?

the boring task of cleaning this dumb kitchen is over with, and happy to be free of that burden— denji balls up the used paper towel and tosses it toward the garbage bin, hitting the spot perfectly. he smirks and nods in the hero's direction, already making his way out so he can retreat to his room and call it a night. ]

It's clean enough, Officer. Go to bed already.

[ of course the perfectionist had to wipe that last drop of water off the surface and ensure that his work wouldn't fall short. maybe one day he should tell bakugou there is a night crowd that ravages through the kitchen and makes a mess of everything. those people will not appreciate all his extra efforts, but let's avoid another unwarranted conflict.

with that, he leaves the hero to attend to his night routine. ]

[good. bakugou's not going to lie or flatter either. he's bluntly honest and with his nature, that's got a good chance of being bad for the feelings. other people's feelings at least. denji's a weird guy, though bakugou gets the feeling he's not a bad guy. that's promising, if they're going to be teaming up later. so long as he curbs the stealing habit. then again, bakugou doesn't know if that's a repeating thing or just a one-time as-needed offense.

huh...

bakugou notes the perfect shot. so this guy's got some skill with his hand and eye coordination too. bakugou follows after denji, ignoring the smirk as he slaps the light off and puts the kitchen into darkness. the next person coming in can turn the lights on. there's no point in wasting electricity. bristling slightly at the "officer" comment, he has to remind himself he actually IS an officer in this place. ugh... fucking kidnapper's world.]

Don't order me around, Janitor.

[bakugou trails denji only to the separation to their respective rooms. he glances after him for a moment, thinking a few points regarding the other boy. though he doesn't trust many people here, and certainly is refusing to bond with anyone outside o necessary teamwork, there are some he's found he'd be more willing to tolerate compared to others...

denji's one of those "more willing" people... and bakugou doesn't fucking know why. "you're my partner, right?" denji said that to him the first time they met in the locker rooms. tch, partner. he's going to bed.

deal with that another time.]

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cats have nine lives ~ merry christmas, denji

merry christmas, kacchan. his gift from lilith was porn. what about bakugou?

don't 'kacchan' him! gift of porn. best to share. he got an awesome dynamite-stick alarm clock.

his gift is better than yours 💅 share??!! bakugou might murder him at this stage

shut up. his gift won't get jizz on it. (and he totally would. make 'em shower first.)

nothing is safe in the heat of the moment! (one day they should ...)

wow what a shot. that's gonna happen at some point. (one day they will)

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