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It has recently come to our attention that many of our guests have not been focusing on their health and wellness. In an effort to encourage healthy living and help our beloved guests get in shape, a grand sports festival will be held in the Golden Peacock. This sports festival will include many small games and four large games.
Prior to the festival, guests will have the opportunity to train and prepare for the games with our expert coaches.
We hope you are as excited as we are! And, as always, we hope you enjoy your stay. 】
BEAK
MEET THE TEAM
♦ DIAMONDS GAME ♦
OMEGADOME: HUNTING GAME
A cheerful pair of game managers stand outside the conservatory doors and block all guests that try to enter. They quickly explain that a special Diamonds game is taking place inside and only guests that agree to participate may enter. This game is a physical exercise that riffs on "Hunting", which is a popular sport in many different countries and civilizations. Of course, it is one hundred percent safe, and all guests that play are eligible to win massive chip prizes, store vouchers, fabulous prizes, and more.
Details about the game? Those can't be shared outside of the conservatory. Only the brave and those willing to risks will reap the benefits of this Diamonds game. So step right up, dear guests, and sign this waiver before stepping into the flourishing beauty of the conservatory for a brand new adventure.
♥ HEARTS GAME ♥
DOUBLES' THERMO: SURVIVAL GAME
Chickadees is sparing no expense on advertising their e-sport games over the course of the sports festival. Posters, notifications, stickers, fliers! Come one, come all. Sports don't need to be physical. Guests that duck into the arcade will find a variety of e-sport games to enjoy, but the real showstopper that every single employee is aggressively promoting is the new immersive VR game, DOUBLES' THERMO.
A large swath of egg-shaped pods have been installed in the back half of Chickadees. Any guest that shows an iota of interest will be assaulted by employees encouraging them to give it a try. They will offer vouchers for a free session, encourage with mentions of prizes that can be won from the arcade's coveted prize wall, and persuade by praising how high tech and immersive the experience is. Some employees are desperate enough to trick or push guests into the pods if they aren't willing to go in themselves.
However they've ended up inside the VR egg, guests will find themselves submerged in strange fluid as the lid closes. Everything fades away into darkness as the game loads...
♣ CLUBS GAME ♣
QUACK AND COVER: SHOOTING GAME
Cloaca & Dagger has temporarily outfitted itself as a neon-bright paintball course. Gone are the wild sex setups in exchange for series of obstacles and obstructions for guests to navigate while in pursuit of paintball championship. This high intensity game of strategy and physical fitness promises to exhilarate! Welcome to Quack and Cover, a game where your shooting skills and ingenuity will be put to the test.
So say the game managers at the door before following up with a few disclaimers. Cloaca & Dagger is not responsible for any physical or psychological trauma guests may incur while inside. Guests that join the game will then be outfitted in tight black underarmor and supplied with a paintball gun and protective mask before being let loose on the course.
♠ SPADES GAME ♠
PECKING ORDER: MMA GAME
During night hours, many long-standing guests make their way through Talon toward the gym’s creaky basement stairs. Three floors down and then through a desolate hallway with littered with abandoned equipment. Double doors wait at the end, unassuming until they’ve been opened…
Flashing lights, jeers, and the thick odor of sweat. You’ve found the Pecking Order, a late-night mixed martial arts event where guests show their prowess in the ring. Spectating guests shout and messily eat snacks on make-shift bleachers while fighters clash inches away, using only their bodies to fight for dominance and win. Pecking Order is very informal; guests only need to sign up in order to get added to the docket. Anyone can watch, though they will be vaguely warned at the door that even spectating comes with risks.
LOCKER ROOMS
YOU WASH MY BACK, I'LL WASH YOURS
Every training and game location has a door labeled LOCKER ROOM right outside the entrance. These doors all connect to the same massive locker room. The magic of these locker room doors goes one way. Trying to go back to the place you just were by backtracking will not work — you’ll just end up in Beak! All guests will be advised to finish their games before hitting the showers.
The Golden Peacock is proud to present our upgraded and extended locker room. Please come in and enjoy the facilities, catch-up with your teammates, and enjoy some healthy drinks provided by our favorite resort convenience store, Cock-a-doodle-doo’s!
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[is it any surprise his interest snapped up the moment he saw all this crap? competition! activity! fights! (even if the latter one sucks a little because it cut off the use of his quirk) he threw himself into all of it, tackling courts for basketball, hitting fields for soccer, trying to break bats in the batting cages, and sharking it up in the pools on anyone who challenged him.
lock and load in the paintball area! first time there sucker punched him with the stupid "stripper" result, resulting in some extremely frantic movements to avoid getting hit. like hell does he wanna end up naked while people fire fucking paint pellets at him! luckily he managed to avoid the walk of shame, but he didn't escape unscathed either.
before cracking his knuckles in the ring with other fighters. someone who relies too much on their powers is asking to get wrecked the second something screws the up. what kind of fool makes that mistake? not him. Bakugo put all those martial skills to good use, walking away from some matches with nary a touch on him, and stalking off from others amid the aches, bruises, blood, and hurt from injuries. not everyone in this shithole's a pushover...
finally getting the chance to relax from all that sees him escaping to the locker rooms for a shower. only after rinsing off and heading out does he spot a mop of familiar black hair sunk up to the shoulders in bubbling water. why the hell does he have an ice pack on his head with 'boiling' water and steam down below? Bakugo rolls his eyes before taking a quick detour.
then returns and steps down into the tub beside Akira, vanishing up to his neck in the water as well. and promptly reaches over to trade out the guy's ice pack for a new one. plop! yeah, this one's all but melted by now.]
[Akira can hear someone else padding around the jacuzzi area. . . but with his eyes closed and the melted ice pack resting against his forehead, he has no idea who they are. not that he feels any sense of defensiveness or alertness while relaxing in a hot bath; in fact, this is probably the most off guard Bakugou has ever seen him. imagine that!!]
[but. . . then someone slips into the water with him, plucking the lukewarm ice pack from his forehead and replacing it with something much cooler and much more soothing. Akira blinks a few times, before sitting up, plucking that ice into his grip so it doesn't slip into the hot water-- ah. he recognizes that voice]
[a grin works its way onto his tired, battered features. his body relaxes once more]
[it's not hard to imagine someone melting away in the hot tub. he's seen people zoned out completely in a hot spring and blissfully unaware of anything in the U.A. dorm baths. something about hot water and aching muscles do that. never could get into the idea of someone taking a cold shower, unless they wanted to freeze themselves or risk thermal shock.
Bakugo stretches his legs out in front of him, body essentially invisible beneath foaming water from the neck down. what happened to the previous ice pack? it's flopped behind him on the tub rim. not going anywhere. along with the towel he's got nearby in a plastic bag. what, you think he wants to dry off with a towel soaked by steam vapor?]
You wait for it to absorb, then get in the bath. Or put it on after.
[Bakugou stretches out his legs, and Akira does likewise, if only so he can (playfully!) nudge his companion's leg underneath the water. that is probably breaking some kind of unspoken bathtub rule, but whatever!! he don't care!!]
. . . but I appreciate the advice anyway. Thanks, Nurse Sparky.
[or a clunk to the head. he leans back against the rim, eyes closing and only barely giving a response when Akira's leg nudges his own. accident? who knows. if there's any "rule" to jacuzzi etiquette, he's not calling this one out as one.
might even bump him back after a few seconds.]
Shut up. ["nurse sparky" dammit.] Did you hit you head on a doorframe, Sucker?
[can't believe he is still "Sucker" even after sharing the thief lore. AKIRA JUST CANNOT WIN]
Nah. I just got socked in the eye.
[. . . then why was the ice pack on his forehead. . . ugh, whatever, don't think too hard about it. maybe the temperature difference between the cold ice and warm bath was doing something for him. don't ask]
Though someone did try to kill me with a chair. . .
[look, it will update AFTER we learn what's said in the thief lore thread! couldn't do it in good faith yet HE CAN WIN IN RETROSPECT]
You were in the cage matches?
[first thought rather than thinking Akira got into a fight with some random guest. he doesn't think the thief's a ragdoll or a stick figure, but a rough and tumble cage match isn't exactly fitting the gentleman thief + nerdy quiet schoolboy image.]
Who? [some random bozo or a named guest? does that sound protective and dangerous? ... kind of.]
[a noise of affirmation, and Akira lifts his arm so Bakugou can see his suit-- darker around the edges than the last time he saw it activated, the crack running almost all the way through the spades symbol. and yet! he seems perfectly nonchalant about this]
[moving also means that Bakugou can get a better look at some of the bruises hidden underneath the water. Akira's face has a blossoming blotch of red on one cheek and a small cut near his temple, but. . . it looks like below the neck is where he took most of the damage. some of those injuries are already turning purple, dark angry marks that stand out starkly against his chest. dude. please]
I don't know. Some random guy. [his lips quirk into a grin] Don't worry; I won in the end, and then stole his pocket change.
[that's what he claimed for his victory in all of his matches. chips!! the audience was not happy with him]
[why the hell does it seem like each time he meets with this guy, his suit's acting up?! either Akira's suit is super volatile or the guy hasn't done anything remotely sexual with anyone... and like hell is Bakugo going to ask about the latter.]
You should go to the Broken Wing if you're that trashed.
[says the guy who'd be a bear if someone tried making him go to the medical area even if he had a broken fucking arm. at least he can only see bruises and cuts on Akira's body. if his worst are superficial wounds, he'll be fine. Bakugo's hidden figure bears a number of the same, but he's a hero; that kind of crap is a daily basis occurrence from training. well... it MIGHT be, since he's awesome and usually emerges from training without having gotten hit.]
Tch. How many times did you fight? [petty protectiveness means Akira doesn't get any flak for stealing pocket change. especially from some random asshole who's an idiot enough to carry his chips physically on him.]
[IT'S NOT EVERY TIME. . . it wasn't acting up when they were in the comic book store!! just. . . you know. Things (TM) happen sometimes]
I'm not that trashed. . .
[said with a small, defensive grumble as he sinks back into the water, all the way up to his neck]
[. . . he's a little trashed actually, but yeah. all of the damage is superficial and will heal relatively quickly. he just has to get past the aches and pains at the beginning first]
[call this number for a good time. hey, he wouldn't know if it was acting up or not if Akira didn't say anything or show signs! though he made it clear in the treetop tangle he's open to help if the guy ever needs it.]
Defensive.
[as if Bakugo wouldn't say the exact same thing, albeit more aggressively. aches and pains are part of getting stronger. nothing improves without being pushed or broken first. if Akira showed up completely wrecked beyond what should've happened in the cage match... someone's gonna die.]
[ONE DAY AKIRA WILL LEARN THAT MAYBE BRAWLING ISN'T A GREAT WAY TO WORK OFF SUIT-RELATED FRUSTRATIONS]
[but at any rate. . .? he pulls up a sharp grin, something gleaming dangerously in his eyes]
All of 'em.
[he wouldn't have stepped into that ring if he wasn't confident in his own abilities. like hell was he about to let anyone else have any power or control over him]
[. . .]
[and then, a bit more teasingly]
Aw. Are you worried about me? That's cute of you, Sparky.
[DON'T LOOK AT HIM! HE FIGHTS ALL THE FUCKING TIME! mostly in the training rooms though. if things get bad, he has some regulars to go, uh... handle shit.
that aside, have a smirk across Bakugo's face.]
Damn right.
[he likes what he hears. their little scuffle in the Vale that time at least proved the thief could hold his own. good to know he's got even more aptitude for kicking butt. even if he is kinda lanky. toned and lanky.
and instantly loses his smirk for a wry "ugh" expression.]
[they're going to wind up roughhousing in the jacuzzi. that definitely breaks some rules!!]
Liar. I can see it in your eyes.
[ankle: pinned!!! but guess what? he has a second foot, which he is using to try and shove Bakugou's ankle off of his own. all the while pitching his voice in a cheeky falsetto to tease--]
"Waaaah, Kurusu is dead, who else am I going to kill zombies with??"
[oh no. what a shame. people getting fisky in the pool in the fucking sex resort. never saw it coming.]
Then look the other way, dammit!
[is that a denial or confession? hard to know. he's suddenly very busy with trying to hike his other leg over the first and attempt to pin BOTH Akira's feet between his shin and calf! take that, Mask! don't trifle with stronger opponents!
[THIS IS SO SILLY. . . Akira jerks back with a laugh, tucking his legs underneath himself as he splashes a bit of water in Bakugou's direction. the light roughhousing awakens some of those aching bruises, but he doesn't mind it at all. it's fun, goofing around with Bakugou like htis]
[OY! HE WINS!! or wait, he doesn't win. no! he wins! because Akira retreated first! but he didn't capture his legs. DID HE WIN OR NOT?! fuck! he's counting it as a win! and splashes some water back at him! don't mess with him; he can KABLOOSH you big time!
okay, it is kinda fun.]
Come back as a zombie so I can kill you again, dammit!
[his answer for what of it if Akira kicks the bucket.]
[HE CAN, IT'S TRUE. . . though when Akira settles it isn't because he is afraid of Bakugou's retaliation. it's because he needs a moment to school his expression, features solemn. if he were wearing his glasses, the lenses would be opaque]
I see. . . sounds like you would just be jealous someone else got to me first.
Ngk-!! [what the hell?! he jerks his head back, shoulders hiking and expression flaring up in a mix of embarrassed and pissed off.] Don't say it that way, dammit!
[makes it sound like he cares whether Akira dies or not! ... which he does. BUT HE'S NOT JEALOUS!
no, rather he'd be furious if someone offed Akira.]
[oh the question's not whether he can take it. it's whether Akira can take the resulting KA-BOOM if he teases him too much. this is the guy who blew up his dorm over a digital card game.]
Huh? [Bakugo blinks at him, glances down as if to indicate they're right there beside each other. can't really "c'mere" much further than he already is. so he, uh... leans over a bit?]
Hey. A little faith here? I'd only dunk you in retaliation.
[with boldness that only comes from slowly getting to know someone in a resort where intimacy is heavily encouraged, Akira reaches out to brush a few of those damn bangs from Bakugou's forehead. he peers at his companion with squinted eyes, as though looking for something]
If I fought in the cage matches, then I bet you did, too.
[Akira might be a kind, quiet, private guy, but Bakugo doesn't put it past him to be a teasing brat if he's in the mood.
this... is not teasing. not the taunting kind to earn a laugh. red eyes narrow a fraction as fingers reach for his face, brush into his choppy bangs, and... smooth them away. the hell is he studying his face for? feels like he's under scrutiny.
oh. he's checking for injuries.]
A few bruises and cuts. [he turns his head, showing a bruise on the opposite side of his neck. the rest are all below "sea level" at the moment. though Akira might find a knot on the back of Bakugo's head if his hand wanders more...] Those bastards couldn't leave something lasting on me with those weak ass blows.
d.
lock and load in the paintball area! first time there sucker punched him with the stupid "stripper" result, resulting in some extremely frantic movements to avoid getting hit. like hell does he wanna end up naked while people fire fucking paint pellets at him! luckily he managed to avoid the walk of shame, but he didn't escape unscathed either.
before cracking his knuckles in the ring with other fighters. someone who relies too much on their powers is asking to get wrecked the second something screws the up. what kind of fool makes that mistake? not him. Bakugo put all those martial skills to good use, walking away from some matches with nary a touch on him, and stalking off from others amid the aches, bruises, blood, and hurt from injuries. not everyone in this shithole's a pushover...
finally getting the chance to relax from all that sees him escaping to the locker rooms for a shower. only after rinsing off and heading out does he spot a mop of familiar black hair sunk up to the shoulders in bubbling water. why the hell does he have an ice pack on his head with 'boiling' water and steam down below? Bakugo rolls his eyes before taking a quick detour.
then returns and steps down into the tub beside Akira, vanishing up to his neck in the water as well. and promptly reaches over to trade out the guy's ice pack for a new one. plop! yeah, this one's all but melted by now.]
Coulda just smeared on some IcyHot.
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[but. . . then someone slips into the water with him, plucking the lukewarm ice pack from his forehead and replacing it with something much cooler and much more soothing. Akira blinks a few times, before sitting up, plucking that ice into his grip so it doesn't slip into the hot water-- ah. he recognizes that voice]
[a grin works its way onto his tired, battered features. his body relaxes once more]
It would've washed off in the bath.
[that is for after he soaks]
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Bakugo stretches his legs out in front of him, body essentially invisible beneath foaming water from the neck down. what happened to the previous ice pack? it's flopped behind him on the tub rim. not going anywhere. along with the towel he's got nearby in a plastic bag. what, you think he wants to dry off with a towel soaked by steam vapor?]
You wait for it to absorb, then get in the bath. Or put it on after.
[duh.]
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[Bakugou stretches out his legs, and Akira does likewise, if only so he can (playfully!) nudge his companion's leg underneath the water. that is probably breaking some kind of unspoken bathtub rule, but whatever!! he don't care!!]
. . . but I appreciate the advice anyway. Thanks, Nurse Sparky.
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[or a clunk to the head. he leans back against the rim, eyes closing and only barely giving a response when Akira's leg nudges his own. accident? who knows. if there's any "rule" to jacuzzi etiquette, he's not calling this one out as one.
might even bump him back after a few seconds.]
Shut up. ["nurse sparky" dammit.] Did you hit you head on a doorframe, Sucker?
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Nah. I just got socked in the eye.
[. . . then why was the ice pack on his forehead. . . ugh, whatever, don't think too hard about it. maybe the temperature difference between the cold ice and warm bath was doing something for him. don't ask]
Though someone did try to kill me with a chair. . .
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couldn't do it in good faith yetHE CAN WIN IN RETROSPECT]You were in the cage matches?
[first thought rather than thinking Akira got into a fight with some random guest. he doesn't think the thief's a ragdoll or a stick figure, but a rough and tumble cage match isn't exactly fitting the gentleman thief + nerdy quiet schoolboy image.]
Who? [some random bozo or a named guest? does that sound protective and dangerous? ... kind of.]
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[a noise of affirmation, and Akira lifts his arm so Bakugou can see his suit-- darker around the edges than the last time he saw it activated, the crack running almost all the way through the spades symbol. and yet! he seems perfectly nonchalant about this]
[moving also means that Bakugou can get a better look at some of the bruises hidden underneath the water. Akira's face has a blossoming blotch of red on one cheek and a small cut near his temple, but. . . it looks like below the neck is where he took most of the damage. some of those injuries are already turning purple, dark angry marks that stand out starkly against his chest. dude. please]
I don't know. Some random guy. [his lips quirk into a grin] Don't worry; I won in the end, and then stole his pocket change.
[that's what he claimed for his victory in all of his matches. chips!! the audience was not happy with him]
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You should go to the Broken Wing if you're that trashed.
[says the guy who'd be a bear if someone tried making him go to the medical area even if he had a broken fucking arm. at least he can only see bruises and cuts on Akira's body. if his worst are superficial wounds, he'll be fine. Bakugo's hidden figure bears a number of the same, but he's a hero; that kind of crap is a daily basis occurrence from training. well... it MIGHT be, since he's awesome and usually emerges from training without having gotten hit.]
Tch. How many times did you fight? [petty protectiveness means Akira doesn't get any flak for stealing pocket change. especially from some random asshole who's an idiot enough to carry his chips physically on him.]
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I'm not that trashed. . .
[said with a small, defensive grumble as he sinks back into the water, all the way up to his neck]
[. . . he's a little trashed actually, but yeah. all of the damage is superficial and will heal relatively quickly. he just has to get past the aches and pains at the beginning first]
And about. . . four? Five? Not that many.
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Defensive.
[as if Bakugo wouldn't say the exact same thing, albeit more aggressively. aches and pains are part of getting stronger. nothing improves without being pushed or broken first. if Akira showed up completely wrecked beyond what should've happened in the cage match... someone's gonna die.]
How many'd you win? [more important question.]
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[but at any rate. . .? he pulls up a sharp grin, something gleaming dangerously in his eyes]
All of 'em.
[he wouldn't have stepped into that ring if he wasn't confident in his own abilities. like hell was he about to let anyone else have any power or control over him]
[. . .]
[and then, a bit more teasingly]
Aw. Are you worried about me? That's cute of you, Sparky.
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that aside, have a smirk across Bakugo's face.]
Damn right.
[he likes what he hears. their little scuffle in the Vale that time at least proved the thief could hold his own. good to know he's got even more aptitude for kicking butt. even if he is kinda lanky. toned and lanky.
and instantly loses his smirk for a wry "ugh" expression.]
Shut up and die, dumbass.
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You'd miss me if I did, wouldn't you?
[another nudge of his foot against Bakugou's leg!]
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I wouldn't miss you for a second!
[what a liar. especially when he goes to drop his ankle over Akira's in attempts to pin his incessantly-nudging trotter!]
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Liar. I can see it in your eyes.
[ankle: pinned!!! but guess what? he has a second foot, which he is using to try and shove Bakugou's ankle off of his own. all the while pitching his voice in a cheeky falsetto to tease--]
"Waaaah, Kurusu is dead, who else am I going to kill zombies with??"
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Then look the other way, dammit!
[is that a denial or confession? hard to know. he's suddenly very busy with trying to hike his other leg over the first and attempt to pin BOTH Akira's feet between his shin and calf! take that, Mask! don't trifle with stronger opponents!
if he is the stronger in this spat]
YOU BETTER NOT BE IMITATING ME!!
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I would never--!
[yes he would. that's exactly what he was doing]
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okay, it is kinda fun.]
Come back as a zombie so I can kill you again, dammit!
[his answer for what of it if Akira kicks the bucket.]
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I see. . . sounds like you would just be jealous someone else got to me first.
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[makes it sound like he cares whether Akira dies or not! ... which he does. BUT HE'S NOT JEALOUS!
no, rather he'd be furious if someone offed Akira.]
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[his features soften after a moment, gaze tracing his companion's features, falling upon a few of those damp pieces of hair that fall across his face]
. . . c'mere for a second, Sparky.
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Huh? [Bakugo blinks at him, glances down as if to indicate they're right there beside each other. can't really "c'mere" much further than he already is. so he, uh... leans over a bit?]
Dunk me and you're dead, Thief.
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Hey. A little faith here? I'd only dunk you in retaliation.
[with boldness that only comes from slowly getting to know someone in a resort where intimacy is heavily encouraged, Akira reaches out to brush a few of those damn bangs from Bakugou's forehead. he peers at his companion with squinted eyes, as though looking for something]
If I fought in the cage matches, then I bet you did, too.
[hn]
No lasting damage?
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[Akira might be a kind, quiet, private guy, but Bakugo doesn't put it past him to be a teasing brat if he's in the mood.
this... is not teasing. not the taunting kind to earn a laugh. red eyes narrow a fraction as fingers reach for his face, brush into his choppy bangs, and... smooth them away. the hell is he studying his face for? feels like he's under scrutiny.
oh. he's checking for injuries.]
A few bruises and cuts. [he turns his head, showing a bruise on the opposite side of his neck. the rest are all below "sea level" at the moment. though Akira might find a knot on the back of Bakugo's head if his hand wanders more...] Those bastards couldn't leave something lasting on me with those weak ass blows.
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