( oh, now there's a voice he hasn't heard in awhile.
when they'd had the kid in their custody, curled around him like he could be convinced just by their crooning alone, he hadn't talked much. at first, anyway, and a lot of that had been the restraints; after that, he'd been loud as hell, bitching and complaining just as he thought he would. that had been a pointless endeavor from the start: he had thought so, anyway, though his opinions hadn't mattered much, in the end. shouto's stupid little friend had gotten away, and that whole thing had become a fucking mess--those days feel a little too distant, now, like the memories blur together, rubbed out by everything that tumbled into place after that.
and where does he end up meeting the kid again? outside a manufactured bungalow, on a manufactured beach, under a manufactured sun, across from a manufactured ocean. absolutely ridiculous. maybe a part of him had figured that no one else from their world would end up here--that they'd been chosen for a reason, chosen because they were villains, chosen for any other reason.
and this stupid fucking explosive kid ruins all of that.
he could kill him now, of course. that's not even a thought that needs recognition; he could kill him while has the upper hand, kill him while he's unawares. but he already knows what happens, mostly--killing him would be pointless. impermanent. with a breath of irritation, hands slung into the pockets of his trousers, he turns on his heels to face bakugou: his hair is dark, sure, and he's dressed differently, yeah, in a loose tshirt, lightweight for the beach. but there's no way that bakugou won't recognize him. )
Yeah? You think I'm fucking housekeeping or something?
( playfully drawled, as he takes one step forward--and then stops, his bare feet digging into the sand that's outside the bungalow that bakugou burst out of. his gaze drops, falls, eyeing the sheer orange robe that's draped around him.
there's a laugh of amusement, pressed through his nose. )
Your dick's hanging out, you know. Trying to tell me something?
it's free real estate ❤️
when they'd had the kid in their custody, curled around him like he could be convinced just by their crooning alone, he hadn't talked much. at first, anyway, and a lot of that had been the restraints; after that, he'd been loud as hell, bitching and complaining just as he thought he would. that had been a pointless endeavor from the start: he had thought so, anyway, though his opinions hadn't mattered much, in the end. shouto's stupid little friend had gotten away, and that whole thing had become a fucking mess--those days feel a little too distant, now, like the memories blur together, rubbed out by everything that tumbled into place after that.
and where does he end up meeting the kid again? outside a manufactured bungalow, on a manufactured beach, under a manufactured sun, across from a manufactured ocean. absolutely ridiculous. maybe a part of him had figured that no one else from their world would end up here--that they'd been chosen for a reason, chosen because they were villains, chosen for any other reason.
and this stupid fucking explosive kid ruins all of that.
he could kill him now, of course. that's not even a thought that needs recognition; he could kill him while has the upper hand, kill him while he's unawares. but he already knows what happens, mostly--killing him would be pointless. impermanent. with a breath of irritation, hands slung into the pockets of his trousers, he turns on his heels to face bakugou: his hair is dark, sure, and he's dressed differently, yeah, in a loose tshirt, lightweight for the beach. but there's no way that bakugou won't recognize him. )
Yeah? You think I'm fucking housekeeping or something?
( playfully drawled, as he takes one step forward--and then stops, his bare feet digging into the sand that's outside the bungalow that bakugou burst out of. his gaze drops, falls, eyeing the sheer orange robe that's draped around him.
there's a laugh of amusement, pressed through his nose. )
Your dick's hanging out, you know. Trying to tell me something?