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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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[no. he digs an elbow into Bakugou's ribs, soft enough to be considered playful, though he doesn't think about the potential of hitting any hidden bruises when he does so. fool!!]
Not here, though. I'm going rinse off in the shower.
[stop jabbing that bony bit into his ribs. luckily Akira misses any bruises. he has a few, but one lower and one on the other side. but the question about rinsing off means a heaved sigh comes out. dammit, really asking him to move when he's comfortable.
Bakugo leans to the side and stretches his arms over his head, then grips the rim of the tub behind him.]
Fine. I'm coming.
[before pushing himself up to his feet. point of note. one, he's wearing a small towel around his waist, so at least Aira's not getting a full frontal all of a sudden. two, now Akira gets to see allthosescars on the hero's body.]
[. . . genuinely, a body that marked up is a cause for concern, and Akira feels a small bit of it flutter to life in the pit of his stomach. Bakugou is a fighter-- that much is for certain-- but. . . to have gone through that much pain and suffering, each wound etched into his body permanently. . .?]
[but unfortunately! scars are also extremely hot!! Akira's gaze lingers on those lines of raised skin for way too long to be polite, something growing a bit dark in the backs of his eyes, gray irises turning black and stormy. what would it feel like to reach out and touch those--? to let the pads of his fingers trace each and every shape, committing them to memory via to-- aaaaah]
[a sharp inhale. Akira shuts his eyes and shakes his head, swallowing thickly]
[a deep exhale, and he stands to exit the jacuzzi himself. he also has a towel wrapped around his waist, having decided that even though this level of modesty is usually unnecessary in an actual hot springs, the jacuzzi wasn't enough like one for him to follow the same set of rules]
[. . . Akira isn't as scarred as Bakugou is, but there are a few of them littered across his body. tiny lines of white and pink, mostly on his arms, his chest, and the muscles of his upper back. more stark than that are the multitude of fresh bruises painted against his skin. most are still red with how new they are, but some are starting to turn an angry purple]
[would it make it any better to learn those scars all came within a two month period, given to him either during the first or the second wars his world went through. each one left a mark on him and most of his classmates. a clash between heroes and villains, with the stakes being life and death, control and freedom, rule or destruction or protection or saving.
if Bakugo realizes he's unintentionally turning Akira on, he's definitely not showing it. why? because he's got no idea! the ones on his shoulder and side seem to be puncture wounds, through and through, though the one on his chest looks as if something exploded and tore it open. ah but if the thief thinks he wants to take a more physical exploration, well...
plenty of time for that later, because Bakugo's climbing out of the pool with one hiked leg, muscles flexing, pushing himself up and trailing his second out the water behind him. where's his towel? ah, right where he left it folded on the floor. he scoops it up with a bend at the waist and swing of his arm, not bothering to dry off since they're going to shower.
it's a public hot spring, so of course he's going to cover his modest. this isn't a fucking locker room with a bath waiting. besides, the jacuzzi is mixed gender and FUCK THAT -- his mom didn't raise a pervert!
but he's still a young man and those red eyes are taking a quick glance over when Akira pulls himself out. curious about the guy's physique, considering he looks like a nerd, but has enough strength and skill to make Bakugo assume he's trained. a few scars, small ones like knife cuts or scrapes, makes him wonder what they're from, but ah, there's all the bruises. at least those will go away soon enough. gonna look like a banana in places.]
I'm a hero. [what does he think Bakugo does, write reports?]
[help. sorry if that was awkward Bakugou he has A LOT ON HIS MIND RIGHT NOW]
It's not. [picking up on the "used to" part of things means he has no reason to argue, though that doesn't stop him from offering his own perspective] It's a sign of strength.
[it wasn't awkward. admitting something like this to Akira suggests Bakugo's taking that "friend" comment seriously.]
Aa. [that's exactly what it means. triumphing over the cause of the scar and continuing forward.] Two wars broke out in my world, one in March and one in May. This stupid place pulled me out of the second one.
[now to pick a shower stall and whisk the curtain back.]
Oy! [shit, why the hell is he asking that so bluntly?! ignoring Bakugo's invitation right into the shared shower. heat instantly crawls across his face and he tries his damnest to pretend it's not there.]
[Akira's uncertainty slowly morphs into a sharp, impish grin, lips curving up at the corners as he allows his gaze to wash appreciatively across the flush on Bakugou's scarlet features. cute. . . it's very cute. so Sparky has a bashful side after all, huh. . .]
[with towel still wrapped around his waist (not for long, at this rate) Akira slides past his companion, gently nudging Bakugou in the ribs as he does]
Just so you know-- red looks pretty good on you.
[CHEEKY UNTIL THE VERY END]
[anyway yes, he is going to slip into the shower now, pleased as a cat who caught himself a mouse]
[Bakugo lifts his hand up, fingers curled, and snaps off a few small explosions. red eyes narrow right onto the other guy's face, daring him to say whatever the fuck he's got running through his mind right now, and try to survive the result. that or he's getting ready to blast Akira's butt into the shower if he keeps taking his sweet time.]
Tch. [what a pain. as soon as the thief's inside, he steps in after him and yanks the curtain back across its rail. not a massive stall, it's trying to encourage people touching, but spacious enough you can avoid grinding if you're willing to pivot and keep close to the walls.
there's an "accidental" knee to the back of the thigh. paybacks for ribbing him. literally.]
Shut up! Or you're gonna be wearing wall tiles. [right, yell at the guy you invited into the shower with you. very charming.]
["accidental" indeed. Akira laughs, the sound chiming lightly in the air like a bell, as he sticks his hand underneath the steamy running water. these showers may not be huge, but they're leagues better than the sorry shared ones down in the basement. he supposes it's one benefit of being kicked out of his room during sports season]
[. . . as long as there's enough space for the two of them, Akira won't complain]
You know, that sounds more like a promise than a threat.
[quirking a brow at Bakugou, perfectly suggestive, before he casually tugs the towel away from his waist and tosses it over the side of the stall]
[. . .]
[as far as ass game goes, Akira is. . . average. but what Bakugou might notice most as his companion ducks underneath the water are those back muscles. sleek, lean, well-defined. . . they move freely underneath his skin as he runs his fingers through black, curly locks to dampen them. the only imperfections are those splotches of red-and-blue bruises that proooobably still ache]
[it pisses him off this guy has an attractive laugh. not even mean, just airy and confident and fun. Bakugo leaves Akira to get himself soaked up first, standing to the side as water bounces and pings off the other boy's shoulders and head. steam curls around them even now, turning the little area into a sauna just for them. yeah, better than the basement locker rooms and communal showers, but he usually washes off in the Beak or Talon.]
Every threat's a promise.
[cause he's always gotta be a badass somewhere. with a rush of terrycloth, the towel's gone and Bakugo's left taking in an eyeful from the thief. notice? yeah, he notices. being a hero and a fighter, taking in his opponent's physical features is part of the training and instinct. not in the sexy setting, but guess what, turns out it happens there too. red eyes take a quick sweep, noting Akira's back muscles before he even gets to his ass.
someone would look good in a backless catsuit... the fuck was that, brain?!]
[someone would look very good in a backless catsuit]
[a small hum, and Akira tilts his head over his shoulder to acknowledge Bakugou, that smile still dancing playfully upon his features]
Not on purpose. [upper body strength was just important for a thief who did a lot of fighting. and a lot of parkour. and a lot of hoisting himself over fences and walls as part of that parkour] I suppose it just sort of shook out that way. . .
[a beat. he shimmies a bit to the side to make room for his companion underneath the shower head]
[get the whole bayonetta and jeanne look going on.
Bakugo watches water droplets and streams take their course down Akira's contours, tracing around shoulder blades and rippling over the ridges of his spine before licking between muscle cords and vanishing between his cheeks. of course it's gonna end down there.
he flicks his gaze back up, eyebrow arching into his bangs.]
You don't work out? [granted, if Akira was fighting and dodging, running and parkouring every day, that's a workout. cardio, but definitely working out.] Uh-huh.
[somehow doesn't believe the "just happened" flippancy.]
Yeah. [Bakugo steps up beside him and leans into the shower, rubbing his neck and face under its heated spray.]
[of course it's gonna end down there!! with his gaze lifted over his shoulder as it is, Akira can follow the trail of Bakugou's eyes as they rake across his back and further down to his curves. heh. . . heh. that's one way to make a guy feel pretty damn good about himself]
I do. Or-- . . . I used to.
[he hasn't kept up with it nearly as well since arriving at the resort. . . or since leaving Tokyo and returning home to his cozy, countryside town, actually. but that's only because his gym rat of a buddy isn't with him. it's more fun working out when you have a friend feeling the burn right along with you]
But I never purposefully targeted my back, I suppose. [though undoubtedly, several of his usual exercises were targeting his back, and he just never realized it] Lean this way a little--
[and now that Bakugou is underneath the water too, don't mind Akira as he reaches out with palms lathered in shampoo to card his fingers through blonde locks for the second time this thread]
[he would've looked regardless. you kinda do that when you're showering in close proximity with someone. human nature. and yet, there's something about the way his eyes linger and take more looks than necessary. due. Akira's not ugly, and he's the one who led this whole thing off with messing around. dammit. it's floating around in his brain now. bastard!]
Che. Wuss. You shouldn't let yourself slack off. [if he wants a workout buddy, he's looking at one of the best/worst ones. meaning Bakugo will definitely see to it Akira gets to the gym, but he'll also... definitely see to it Akira gets to the gym. even if it means dragging his ass there or blowing him up the entire way. IF -- the guy asks.]
Hn. Do people's corrupt thoughts require a lot of lifting? [you know, Bakugo's glad Akira told him about the kind of thievery he does. it could've done so much worse, but now he's aware the Phantom Thieves aren't the villains they could have been. sure, if their worlds collided, there'd be some abrasion between heroes and the thieves, given the differing morals, but their goals are mostly aligned, even if their modus operandi differ. it means he can talk with Akira about it, tease him a little. something he wouldn't be doing with a normal thief who delights engaging in crime and wants to share it.
and yeah, he's leaning over. not much need to since the space between them's so slim. Bakugo closes his eyes halfway as fingers lather into his hair. shouldn't feel as good as it does, but... it does.]
[hey. . . well, Bakugou's not wrong, Akira really shouldn't let himself slack off. he quirks a brow]
Are you offering to be my accountability buddy?
[because he'll take his friend up on that!! it could be another way to bond!!]
And sometimes they do. [he keeps talking as he works that shampoo up into a nice, soapy later, allowing his fingers to graze gently across Bakugou's scalp. head scritches. . . !] One guy's distorted desires took the shape of a giant crown. It took three of us to carry it out of the treasure room.
[once Bakugou's beautiful locks are all soaped up, Akira slides his hands behind his companion's neck, pressing them flat against warm skin as he gently tugs Bakugou forward, back underneath the shower spray. rinse!]
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I'm not selling myself as anything! Gain advantage on your opponent is common sense!
[right, cause the hotel is still the enemy and he wasn't just giving it the middle finger.]
That your way of saying you're gonna drown now?
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[no. he digs an elbow into Bakugou's ribs, soft enough to be considered playful, though he doesn't think about the potential of hitting any hidden bruises when he does so. fool!!]
Not here, though. I'm going rinse off in the shower.
[. . . a considering pause]
Are you coming?
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[stop jabbing that bony bit into his ribs. luckily Akira misses any bruises. he has a few, but one lower and one on the other side. but the question about rinsing off means a heaved sigh comes out. dammit, really asking him to move when he's comfortable.
Bakugo leans to the side and stretches his arms over his head, then grips the rim of the tub behind him.]
Fine. I'm coming.
[before pushing himself up to his feet. point of note. one, he's wearing a small towel around his waist, so at least Aira's not getting a full frontal all of a sudden. two, now Akira gets to see all those scars on the hero's body.]
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[but unfortunately! scars are also extremely hot!! Akira's gaze lingers on those lines of raised skin for way too long to be polite, something growing a bit dark in the backs of his eyes, gray irises turning black and stormy. what would it feel like to reach out and touch those--? to let the pads of his fingers trace each and every shape, committing them to memory via to-- aaaaah]
[a sharp inhale. Akira shuts his eyes and shakes his head, swallowing thickly]
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[. . . Akira isn't as scarred as Bakugou is, but there are a few of them littered across his body. tiny lines of white and pink, mostly on his arms, his chest, and the muscles of his upper back. more stark than that are the multitude of fresh bruises painted against his skin. most are still red with how new they are, but some are starting to turn an angry purple]
. . . you've done a lot of fighting in your day.
[thanks captain obvious]
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if Bakugo realizes he's unintentionally turning Akira on, he's definitely not showing it. why? because he's got no idea! the ones on his shoulder and side seem to be puncture wounds, through and through, though the one on his chest looks as if something exploded and tore it open. ah but if the thief thinks he wants to take a more physical exploration, well...
plenty of time for that later, because Bakugo's climbing out of the pool with one hiked leg, muscles flexing, pushing himself up and trailing his second out the water behind him. where's his towel? ah, right where he left it folded on the floor. he scoops it up with a bend at the waist and swing of his arm, not bothering to dry off since they're going to shower.
it's a public hot spring, so of course he's going to cover his modest. this isn't a fucking locker room with a bath waiting. besides, the jacuzzi is mixed gender and FUCK THAT -- his mom didn't raise a pervert!
but he's still a young man and those red eyes are taking a quick glance over when Akira pulls himself out. curious about the guy's physique, considering he looks like a nerd, but has enough strength and skill to make Bakugo assume he's trained. a few scars, small ones like knife cuts or scrapes, makes him wonder what they're from, but ah, there's all the bruises. at least those will go away soon enough. gonna look like a banana in places.]
I'm a hero. [what does he think Bakugo does, write reports?]
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Of course you are.
[. . . . . .]
[cccccasually, as they make their way towards the showers]
It doesn't look bad, though.
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Hn. [that's... uh... well he accepts the compliment.] I used to think scars were a sign of loss or weakness.
[used to.]
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It's not. [picking up on the "used to" part of things means he has no reason to argue, though that doesn't stop him from offering his own perspective] It's a sign of strength.
It means you survived.
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Aa. [that's exactly what it means. triumphing over the cause of the scar and continuing forward.] Two wars broke out in my world, one in March and one in May. This stupid place pulled me out of the second one.
[now to pick a shower stall and whisk the curtain back.]
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[Akira grabs the curtain of an adjacent shower, though he doesn't yet pull it open to step inside. too busy talking!]
Bet the powers-that-be thought they'd be helping you relax.
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[Bakugo wrenches the knob and sends water pouring out into the shower stall. at least outside the basement, showers don't take long to heat up.]
I dunno what its stupid brain was thinking. Certainly wasn't about me.
[not about the people he was protecting or the injuries he sustained.]
You getting in?
[yes, that's... an invite into the shower Bakugo's about to walk into.]
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Sure. . .
[. . .]
. . . you wanna mess around a bit?
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Che. Just get in the damn shower.
[... yes. yes he does.]
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[Akira's uncertainty slowly morphs into a sharp, impish grin, lips curving up at the corners as he allows his gaze to wash appreciatively across the flush on Bakugou's scarlet features. cute. . . it's very cute. so Sparky has a bashful side after all, huh. . .]
[with towel still wrapped around his waist (not for long, at this rate) Akira slides past his companion, gently nudging Bakugou in the ribs as he does]
Just so you know-- red looks pretty good on you.
[CHEEKY UNTIL THE VERY END]
[anyway yes, he is going to slip into the shower now, pleased as a cat who caught himself a mouse]
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Tch. [what a pain. as soon as the thief's inside, he steps in after him and yanks the curtain back across its rail. not a massive stall, it's trying to encourage people touching, but spacious enough you can avoid grinding if you're willing to pivot and keep close to the walls.
there's an "accidental" knee to the back of the thigh. paybacks for ribbing him. literally.]
Shut up! Or you're gonna be wearing wall tiles. [right, yell at the guy you invited into the shower with you. very charming.]
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[. . . as long as there's enough space for the two of them, Akira won't complain]
You know, that sounds more like a promise than a threat.
[quirking a brow at Bakugou, perfectly suggestive, before he casually tugs the towel away from his waist and tosses it over the side of the stall]
[. . .]
[as far as ass game goes, Akira is. . . average. but what Bakugou might notice most as his companion ducks underneath the water are those back muscles. sleek, lean, well-defined. . . they move freely underneath his skin as he runs his fingers through black, curly locks to dampen them. the only imperfections are those splotches of red-and-blue bruises that proooobably still ache]
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Every threat's a promise.
[cause he's always gotta be a badass somewhere. with a rush of terrycloth, the towel's gone and Bakugo's left taking in an eyeful from the thief. notice? yeah, he notices. being a hero and a fighter, taking in his opponent's physical features is part of the training and instinct. not in the sexy setting, but guess what, turns out it happens there too. red eyes take a quick sweep, noting Akira's back muscles before he even gets to his ass.
someone would look good in a backless catsuit... the fuck was that, brain?!]
You put a lot of work into your back.
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[a small hum, and Akira tilts his head over his shoulder to acknowledge Bakugou, that smile still dancing playfully upon his features]
Not on purpose. [upper body strength was just important for a thief who did a lot of fighting. and a lot of parkour. and a lot of hoisting himself over fences and walls as part of that parkour] I suppose it just sort of shook out that way. . .
[a beat. he shimmies a bit to the side to make room for his companion underneath the shower head]
You coming?
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Bakugo watches water droplets and streams take their course down Akira's contours, tracing around shoulder blades and rippling over the ridges of his spine before licking between muscle cords and vanishing between his cheeks. of course it's gonna end down there.
he flicks his gaze back up, eyebrow arching into his bangs.]
You don't work out? [granted, if Akira was fighting and dodging, running and parkouring every day, that's a workout. cardio, but definitely working out.] Uh-huh.
[somehow doesn't believe the "just happened" flippancy.]
Yeah. [Bakugo steps up beside him and leans into the shower, rubbing his neck and face under its heated spray.]
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I do. Or-- . . . I used to.
[he hasn't kept up with it nearly as well since arriving at the resort. . . or since leaving Tokyo and returning home to his cozy, countryside town, actually. but that's only because his gym rat of a buddy isn't with him. it's more fun working out when you have a friend feeling the burn right along with you]
But I never purposefully targeted my back, I suppose. [though undoubtedly, several of his usual exercises were targeting his back, and he just never realized it] Lean this way a little--
[and now that Bakugou is underneath the water too, don't mind Akira as he reaches out with palms lathered in shampoo to card his fingers through blonde locks for the second time this thread]
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Che. Wuss. You shouldn't let yourself slack off. [if he wants a workout buddy, he's looking at one of the best/worst ones. meaning Bakugo will definitely see to it Akira gets to the gym, but he'll also... definitely see to it Akira gets to the gym. even if it means dragging his ass there or blowing him up the entire way. IF -- the guy asks.]
Hn. Do people's corrupt thoughts require a lot of lifting? [you know, Bakugo's glad Akira told him about the kind of thievery he does. it could've done so much worse, but now he's aware the Phantom Thieves aren't the villains they could have been. sure, if their worlds collided, there'd be some abrasion between heroes and the thieves, given the differing morals, but their goals are mostly aligned, even if their modus operandi differ. it means he can talk with Akira about it, tease him a little. something he wouldn't be doing with a normal thief who delights engaging in crime and wants to share it.
and yeah, he's leaning over. not much need to since the space between them's so slim. Bakugo closes his eyes halfway as fingers lather into his hair. shouldn't feel as good as it does, but... it does.]
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Are you offering to be my accountability buddy?
[because he'll take his friend up on that!! it could be another way to bond!!]
And sometimes they do. [he keeps talking as he works that shampoo up into a nice, soapy later, allowing his fingers to graze gently across Bakugou's scalp. head scritches. . . !] One guy's distorted desires took the shape of a giant crown. It took three of us to carry it out of the treasure room.
[once Bakugou's beautiful locks are all soaped up, Akira slides his hands behind his companion's neck, pressing them flat against warm skin as he gently tugs Bakugou forward, back underneath the shower spray. rinse!]
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