[Hazy... The sound of waves faintly in the distance call to his senses, dragging at him from the realm of sleep. Eyes flutter, a brief second of calm amid the random sheets- SHEETS?! No more calm! Fabric rustles in a flapping of sheets and sudden movement as the young man jolts upright in the bed, everything once atop him falling around his waist. His attention jerks left, then right, scanning the room in a rush. Where the hell is this place? What the hell is this place? No fires, no smoke, no ruined buildings, just the serene peace of a hotel room that looks way too beachy for anything familiar.
Is this death?
Fuck no! He's not dead! His heart's throbbing in his chest, but oddly there's no pain from what he previously had. Bakugo reaches up, touching at the side of his face. Nothing, no bandage or anything. He shoves out of the bed he's in and gets to his feet. A hospital. That's what this is. It has to be a fucking hospital. And yet, the more he takes in, the less likely that is. What hospital would have this kind of decoration?
OY! He instantly jerks the robe shut around his front, scowling at the flowing material and orange flower design. That's not a hospital robe either. There are bunk beds too, a miracle he didn't bash his head against the one above him. Is anyone in the opposing beds? If not, Bakugo's heading to the door to open it and head out into the hallway, robe tied around his waist to keep it shut and his modesty secure. Fucking weird... If he sees someone-]
Hey! [-he's yelling out to stop them.]
💥 ➋ THOSE WHO POUND SAND
[At least he got a proper swimsuit this time, dammit. A simple pair of orange boardshorts with black hems and a skull on the left leg. The hot beach sun is somewhat mitigated by the white button-down shirt left open on his chest, but he's mostly relying on the sunscreen. This place is fucked up. He went from the middle of a battle to a resort? He didn't even remember falling asleep! Just going on the offensive...]
FUCK OFF!! [Which doesn't seem to have changed at the moment. Anyone nearby is suddenly greeted with a loud, raucous sound of explosions, akin to grenades going off, and the squabbling of muscular gull-headed lifeguards locked in a combative tussle. Smoke and light burst out in vibrant fashion as Bakugo bounces off one blast after another, blitzing around in a smoke-trailing zigzag through the "flock" of gulls trying to vie for whatever's in his hand. Sand plumes upward as he shoots beneath a gull's legs and emerges from the mass like a volleyball player off a dive, only to blast against the beach below and vault foot over head to land on the sand again.] DO YOUR JOB AND DIE!!
[KA-BOOM!! A rattling second of firecrackers popping in his hand preludes a massive explosion pitched straight into the group, sending the lifeguards flying all over the place. It's at least enough to chase the bastards off, leaving Bakugo and his half-melted Popsicle alone in the sun.] Fucking birds...
002. ▶ FUN IN THE SUN.
💥 ➊ THE BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA
[It's not like he's never been to a beach party before. Whether it was as a kid with his parents, or a birthday party for a childhood friend, or even as middle school field trip (however that worked). Antisocial as fuck doesn't mean he's not willing to go out and partake in a few things, even if Bakugo's wary about what's going on in this place. The beach looks almost too perfect, the white sand practically silken underfoot, aqua waves postcard picturesque, and the scent of a cookout- ... Okay so that part's more interesting. The signature is Flamin’ Hop Skewers, huh? If this place up and nabbed him here, with offerings, then hell if he's not going to take part in one or two things.]
Gimme two! [Slapping a hand on the counter, Bakugo glares at the man slaving away over the barbecue grill. A newcomer, he has no idea who this Steve guy is and has zero empathy for whatever plight's caught him up in the smoke.] Shut up! I don't need a damn warning! You said they're hot so they better be or you're dead! [That's false advertising at its worst! Bakugo grabs both skewers, holding them in one hand between his fingers like claws, and steps aside to let the next person in line go. Then bites a chunk of meat off one of them, sampling the flavor. Sweet and hot and-]
Heh! [He's all grins. Definitely didn't skimp on the spicy part.] Nice.
💥 ➋ DON'T FORGET TO OIL UP
[Sportsmanship, huh? Bakugo tosses the volleyball up in the air a few times as the previous team rotates out. The sand's a mess beneath their feet from the prior game, including a few divots from a bodily crash, but that's the breaks. Sweat gleams in the sunlight as it trickles down his body, biceps hardening as he catches the ball between his hands and squeezes it in an intimidating show. His current team of four, self included, is already leading a strong 5 - 0 victory streak, and Bakugo's got no intention of letting that break any time soon.]
Get into position, dammit! We're gonna slaughter these idiots! [If you're on his team, Bakugo's automatically grabbed the captain spot and has proven his worth in both physical prowess and tactical skill. Still, if you've also proven you're a quality teammate, expect him to treat you fair but with high expectations for trusting in your ability.] You ready?
[Alternatively, if you're on the opposing team, Bakugo's team has drawn a fair crowd interested in watching the game he's leading. While he's good at catching bumps, he's the utmost best at spikes and serves, jumping high at the net or even back court and slamming the ball with explosive force and killer aim. His red eyes narrow, blazing with competitive heat at his opponent through the net, then lifts the ball, ready to serve it.] You're dead.
003. ▶ STARLIGHT ON THE WATER.
💥 ➊ ACROSS THE NIGHT SKY
[Unfortunately, despite his aggressive and violent disposition, Bakugo is a responsible young man and thus avoids the bar. He's not old enough to drink so why bother going there in the first place? Doesn't stop him from hearing the occasional passerby talking about the results of said drinks. Even more reason not to go there. The idea of merfolk being the reverse of normal? That's gross. Instead, he finds a quiet area on the beach and sits down in the sand, looking up at the night sky above him. The entire day's been a rush, still hardly understanding what's happening right now. Somehow the darkness brings a sense of peace, giving his mind time to rest from the hectic sun-drenched hours. While he's not so comfortable here as to lie down and close his eyes, the usual bombastic volume is calmed for the time being. Picking out constellations ends up being a weird pastime, but that's interrupted by the sudden display of fireworks. True, for someone who can make explosions out of his hands, fireworks lose a bit of their flair, but it's not like Bakugo can make the colors and shapes you find in the vibrant explosions going off abo-
... seriously? A fucking dick?] What the hell is wrong with this place?
004. ▶ INTO THE DEPTHS.
💥 ➊ TUMBLING DOWN (OR NOT)
[The sun's going down by the time Bakugo learns this place isn't a tropical resort and instead a laborious, well-executed facade that's running on technology. The skies, the waves, all of it's fake. Blame him for not bothering to mess with the watch or read any of its shitty messages in favor of storming around and demanding information from people. But if there's a limit to this area, then that limit is where this shit ends and the "real" world behind it begins. While part of him thinks it's best to blast his way out to the buoys and lifeguards, noting anyplace that says "off limits" is obviously a good place to start looking for a way out, they'd see him coming from a mile off. Yeah, he can take them without an issue, but...
He opts instead to rent a surfboard and enjoy the "illegal" approach. Cutting through the surf, shooting to curls, and riding atop the crests, Bakugo weaves his way between shore and deeper seas. He quickly picks up the timing pattern between the waves, occasionally sliding down the back of a wave to get even deeper into the ocean and closer to the edge of the sea. Aiming to keep out of attention of the lifeguards, the young man finally slips past the line of buoys and immediately hits the current he expected. The ocean had to fall off somewhere, right? Balancing on the board, Bakugo crouches lower, arms beside him to steady himself as he aims for the ironically-photogenic drop off. Wait, if this is a wave machine-]
Shit! [He immediately winds his legs in the leash attaching his ankle to the board and slams both hands down the second the board tilts over the edge. Explosions burst from his palms, bouncing him up into the air as the board dangles below him, giving him a good view of mist and salt spray obscuring the machinery below. That would be death down there if someone fell who couldn't get free. Glaring at the space, Bakugo scans the area a few times before growling in defeat and retreats backwards towards the beach, staying far above the life guards before finally dropping out of the sky and landing in the water again to surf back to shore.]
005. ▶ OOC NOTES - *read first*
💥 ➊ Permissions: Bakugo is 17 in canon and I have no preferences for character ages in sexual scenarios. OTA for gen threads, but a preference for M/M in explicit smut threads. You can find my OOC permissions and IC preferences here for further information.
💥 ➋ IC Notes: I'm pulling Bakugo from late in the My Hero Academia series' canon, so there will be spoilers if you thread with him. Also, he comes from a point in canon where he's heavily injured, but for the sake of more flexibility in the TDM, I've hand-waved some recovery. If you would like to play any of these threads with his canon injuries, I'm totally down for that.
💥 ➌ Wildcard: If none of these prompts work for you, feel free to toss your own starter and I'll respond to it, or throw an OOC comment either below or via PM and we'll hash something out that works for you! I'm fine writing specific starters if you want.
Bakugō Katsuki 💥 Boku no Hero Academia
001. ▶ BEACHFRONT PROPERTY.
💥 ➊ IT’S FREE REAL ESTATE
[Hazy... The sound of waves faintly in the distance call to his senses, dragging at him from the realm of sleep. Eyes flutter, a brief second of calm amid the random sheets- SHEETS?! No more calm! Fabric rustles in a flapping of sheets and sudden movement as the young man jolts upright in the bed, everything once atop him falling around his waist. His attention jerks left, then right, scanning the room in a rush. Where the hell is this place? What the hell is this place? No fires, no smoke, no ruined buildings, just the serene peace of a hotel room that looks way too beachy for anything familiar.
Is this death?
Fuck no! He's not dead! His heart's throbbing in his chest, but oddly there's no pain from what he previously had. Bakugo reaches up, touching at the side of his face. Nothing, no bandage or anything. He shoves out of the bed he's in and gets to his feet. A hospital. That's what this is. It has to be a fucking hospital. And yet, the more he takes in, the less likely that is. What hospital would have this kind of decoration?
OY! He instantly jerks the robe shut around his front, scowling at the flowing material and orange flower design. That's not a hospital robe either. There are bunk beds too, a miracle he didn't bash his head against the one above him. Is anyone in the opposing beds? If not, Bakugo's heading to the door to open it and head out into the hallway, robe tied around his waist to keep it shut and his modesty secure. Fucking weird... If he sees someone-]
Hey! [-he's yelling out to stop them.]
💥 ➋ THOSE WHO POUND SAND
[At least he got a proper swimsuit this time, dammit. A simple pair of orange boardshorts with black hems and a skull on the left leg. The hot beach sun is somewhat mitigated by the white button-down shirt left open on his chest, but he's mostly relying on the sunscreen. This place is fucked up. He went from the middle of a battle to a resort? He didn't even remember falling asleep! Just going on the offensive...]
FUCK OFF!! [Which doesn't seem to have changed at the moment. Anyone nearby is suddenly greeted with a loud, raucous sound of explosions, akin to grenades going off, and the squabbling of muscular gull-headed lifeguards locked in a combative tussle. Smoke and light burst out in vibrant fashion as Bakugo bounces off one blast after another, blitzing around in a smoke-trailing zigzag through the "flock" of gulls trying to vie for whatever's in his hand. Sand plumes upward as he shoots beneath a gull's legs and emerges from the mass like a volleyball player off a dive, only to blast against the beach below and vault foot over head to land on the sand again.] DO YOUR JOB AND DIE!!
[KA-BOOM!! A rattling second of firecrackers popping in his hand preludes a massive explosion pitched straight into the group, sending the lifeguards flying all over the place. It's at least enough to chase the bastards off, leaving Bakugo and his half-melted Popsicle alone in the sun.] Fucking birds...
002. ▶ FUN IN THE SUN.
💥 ➊ THE BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA
[It's not like he's never been to a beach party before. Whether it was as a kid with his parents, or a birthday party for a childhood friend, or even as middle school field trip (however that worked). Antisocial as fuck doesn't mean he's not willing to go out and partake in a few things, even if Bakugo's wary about what's going on in this place. The beach looks almost too perfect, the white sand practically silken underfoot, aqua waves postcard picturesque, and the scent of a cookout- ... Okay so that part's more interesting. The signature is Flamin’ Hop Skewers, huh? If this place up and nabbed him here, with offerings, then hell if he's not going to take part in one or two things.]
Gimme two! [Slapping a hand on the counter, Bakugo glares at the man slaving away over the barbecue grill. A newcomer, he has no idea who this Steve guy is and has zero empathy for whatever plight's caught him up in the smoke.] Shut up! I don't need a damn warning! You said they're hot so they better be or you're dead! [That's false advertising at its worst! Bakugo grabs both skewers, holding them in one hand between his fingers like claws, and steps aside to let the next person in line go. Then bites a chunk of meat off one of them, sampling the flavor. Sweet and hot and-]
Heh! [He's all grins. Definitely didn't skimp on the spicy part.] Nice.
💥 ➋ DON'T FORGET TO OIL UP
[Sportsmanship, huh? Bakugo tosses the volleyball up in the air a few times as the previous team rotates out. The sand's a mess beneath their feet from the prior game, including a few divots from a bodily crash, but that's the breaks. Sweat gleams in the sunlight as it trickles down his body, biceps hardening as he catches the ball between his hands and squeezes it in an intimidating show. His current team of four, self included, is already leading a strong 5 - 0 victory streak, and Bakugo's got no intention of letting that break any time soon.]
Get into position, dammit! We're gonna slaughter these idiots! [If you're on his team, Bakugo's automatically grabbed the captain spot and has proven his worth in both physical prowess and tactical skill. Still, if you've also proven you're a quality teammate, expect him to treat you fair but with high expectations for trusting in your ability.] You ready?
[Alternatively, if you're on the opposing team, Bakugo's team has drawn a fair crowd interested in watching the game he's leading. While he's good at catching bumps, he's the utmost best at spikes and serves, jumping high at the net or even back court and slamming the ball with explosive force and killer aim. His red eyes narrow, blazing with competitive heat at his opponent through the net, then lifts the ball, ready to serve it.] You're dead.
003. ▶ STARLIGHT ON THE WATER.
💥 ➊ ACROSS THE NIGHT SKY
[Unfortunately, despite his aggressive and violent disposition, Bakugo is a responsible young man and thus avoids the bar. He's not old enough to drink so why bother going there in the first place? Doesn't stop him from hearing the occasional passerby talking about the results of said drinks. Even more reason not to go there. The idea of merfolk being the reverse of normal? That's gross. Instead, he finds a quiet area on the beach and sits down in the sand, looking up at the night sky above him. The entire day's been a rush, still hardly understanding what's happening right now. Somehow the darkness brings a sense of peace, giving his mind time to rest from the hectic sun-drenched hours. While he's not so comfortable here as to lie down and close his eyes, the usual bombastic volume is calmed for the time being. Picking out constellations ends up being a weird pastime, but that's interrupted by the sudden display of fireworks. True, for someone who can make explosions out of his hands, fireworks lose a bit of their flair, but it's not like Bakugo can make the colors and shapes you find in the vibrant explosions going off abo-
... seriously? A fucking dick?] What the hell is wrong with this place?
004. ▶ INTO THE DEPTHS.
💥 ➊ TUMBLING DOWN (OR NOT)
[The sun's going down by the time Bakugo learns this place isn't a tropical resort and instead a laborious, well-executed facade that's running on technology. The skies, the waves, all of it's fake. Blame him for not bothering to mess with the watch or read any of its shitty messages in favor of storming around and demanding information from people. But if there's a limit to this area, then that limit is where this shit ends and the "real" world behind it begins. While part of him thinks it's best to blast his way out to the buoys and lifeguards, noting anyplace that says "off limits" is obviously a good place to start looking for a way out, they'd see him coming from a mile off. Yeah, he can take them without an issue, but...
He opts instead to rent a surfboard and enjoy the "illegal" approach. Cutting through the surf, shooting to curls, and riding atop the crests, Bakugo weaves his way between shore and deeper seas. He quickly picks up the timing pattern between the waves, occasionally sliding down the back of a wave to get even deeper into the ocean and closer to the edge of the sea. Aiming to keep out of attention of the lifeguards, the young man finally slips past the line of buoys and immediately hits the current he expected. The ocean had to fall off somewhere, right? Balancing on the board, Bakugo crouches lower, arms beside him to steady himself as he aims for the ironically-photogenic drop off. Wait, if this is a wave machine-]
Shit! [He immediately winds his legs in the leash attaching his ankle to the board and slams both hands down the second the board tilts over the edge. Explosions burst from his palms, bouncing him up into the air as the board dangles below him, giving him a good view of mist and salt spray obscuring the machinery below. That would be death down there if someone fell who couldn't get free. Glaring at the space, Bakugo scans the area a few times before growling in defeat and retreats backwards towards the beach, staying far above the life guards before finally dropping out of the sky and landing in the water again to surf back to shore.]
005. ▶ OOC NOTES - *read first*
💥 ➊ Permissions: Bakugo is 17 in canon and I have no preferences for character ages in sexual scenarios. OTA for gen threads, but a preference for M/M in explicit smut threads. You can find my OOC permissions and IC preferences here for further information.
💥 ➋ IC Notes: I'm pulling Bakugo from late in the My Hero Academia series' canon, so there will be spoilers if you thread with him. Also, he comes from a point in canon where he's heavily injured, but for the sake of more flexibility in the TDM, I've hand-waved some recovery. If you would like to play any of these threads with his canon injuries, I'm totally down for that.
💥 ➌ Wildcard: If none of these prompts work for you, feel free to toss your own starter and I'll respond to it, or throw an OOC comment either below or via PM and we'll hash something out that works for you! I'm fine writing specific starters if you want.