[168 hours is too many fucking hours to be trapped in a goddamn noisy casino. having to fight like hell every night for escape through the doors (which he proudly did each time because fuck you hotel) means staying in apart from that departure was the lesser of two evils. he's not a people person, preferring his own space and time. so much noise and light, drinks and food, games and talk, left his head spinning and temper flaring. hell, he doesn't remember anything about last night, save for somewhere something ended with a "BOOM!" and he didn't give a shit. sleeping in feels so good. warm in bed, pillow dragged closer to his head, blankets around his waist, and a freezing patch of cold turning one cheek into melted winter-
JERK!! bakugo snatches his head away in a reactive powerful flinch and deliberately shoves his shoulder to his face, wiping the liquid away. red eyes crack open and irises roll to the side in a dangerous narrowed glare within his shadowed bangs. who the fuck is in his bed? how's he gonna kill them for this? ... one hand lifts from the covers before "ka-snap spat spark KA-BOOM!" a small explosion detonates in his palm amid curled fingers.]
Die. [he'll raise your worst bedside manners to atrocious.]
3. aftercare ... (but i was tempted by the trunk)
JERK!! bakugo snatches his head away in a reactive powerful flinch and deliberately shoves his shoulder to his face, wiping the liquid away. red eyes crack open and irises roll to the side in a dangerous narrowed glare within his shadowed bangs. who the fuck is in his bed? how's he gonna kill them for this? ... one hand lifts from the covers before "ka-snap spat spark KA-BOOM!" a small explosion detonates in his palm amid curled fingers.]
Die. [he'll raise your worst bedside manners to atrocious.]