Birthday Party

[peripheries]

Who: Paul Atreides and all his CR
What: Throwing everyone’s favorite Duke a surprise birthday party
When: Forwarded dated to April 1st
Where: Bone House in Gaze

Content Warnings: Drinking, underage drinking, drugs (both fictional and not), drawings of space worms, skeletons, will add further warnings if necessary



When you arrive at the house in Gaze, (affectionately known as Bone House), a skeleton will open the door and offer to take your coat if you have one. No need to take your shoes off or anything!

The large house has been decorated with black streamers and confetti. In the entryway and hung on the railing to the second floor that overlooks the entrance to the great room are large banners that say “HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAUL” (though one looks like it used to say “Jaune” but was just painted over? Whatever).

In the Living Room, there is a large board and various colored markers for people to write messages to the birthday boy. There is also a table full of bottled water and various couches, chairs, and beanbags to collapse into if the party gets to be too much and one needs a quiet place to rest or a place to chill if you’ve imbibed too much… well, whatever you had.

It is also where all the food and drinks are.

There’s an extremely large charcuterie board with the usual meats, cheeses, and olives as well as an extremely eccentric collection of snacks ranging from individual sized Cheez-it bags, to humungous bags of Doritos and salty chips, as well as nearly every kind of Oreo one can imagine.

There are also various cakes, all angel food. Some are misshapen, some have an attempt at being frosted with whipped cream and fruit, one even says “Happy Birthday Ka-” before that was hastily covered with a bunch of strawberries jammed really close together.

At the island, a skeleton is playing bartender. Surprisingly, it can seem to take and understand individual orders, but there’s always a constant flow of tequila shots being made and sent out to the great hall to be served by another skeleton.

And, no, of course it’s not going to check your age to see if you’re legal. It’s a skeleton. Why would it care?

The Great Hall is the center of activity and where everyone is encouraged to mingle and have fun. There is a skeleton on the grand piano in the corner gleefully playing piano covers of the hits from the Shrek Soundtrack with the occasional cover of “DaRude’s Sandstorm” when it has another one to help out.

In another corner, on huge piece of paper that spans nearly 6ft wide and 8ft tall is drawing of an Arrakis sandworm and it’s giant maw. The game is Pin the Tooth on the Sandworm and it’s… very easy… because the worm maw is most of the board. Even if the skeleton spins you as you’re blindfolded, it’s pretty hard to lose. If you manage to do it, which is likely, the skeleton running the game will award you a tequila shot! If you lose, the skeletons will award you a tequila shot (but it’s rail).

(It’s a drinking game, isn’t the point to drink?)

There’s also a table that has many candelabras on it, numbering up to seventeen. They’re still lit and burning even though there is a sign that says “make a wish!” even though it almost looks like a shrine for the dead.

…It’s maybe clear that the concept of “birthday candles” was greatly misunderstood.

There is also a skeleton dealing out small doses of “Spice”, a psychoactive drug straight outta the Duneverse. However, you must check in with this Skeleton to get a dose. There will be no “permanently melting your brain with ancestral memories” at this party!

Teacher’s/God’s/Jod’s/The Emperor Undying’s study, adjacent to the main hall, is closed and locked. Though, the lock is fairly easy to break if someone really wanted to get in. There’s not even skeletons guarding.

That said, many things are warded with eerie runes of blood and bone.

So, fuck around and find out.

The upstairs is generally off limits. Party goers can climb up the stairs, and it’s encouraged if they want to look over the Great Room from above, but all of the bedrooms are carefully guarded by more skeletons who will SCREAM VERY LOUDLY if you try to enter and will become hostile if done by force.

Of course, this won’t happen if you are with someone who lives in the house.

Enjoy the party! Mingle away!

((ooc: if you have any questions or anything, please hit me up at worldtype)) or via PM.))

Birthday Board | At the Party | The Morning After | IC Party Games | Spice Dealer

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Izuku "Deku" Midoriya | My Hero Academia | OTA

[wannasmash]

Midoriya, a relatively short 16-year-old, arrives in jeans, his usual red sneakers (kept on only when he spots a large dance space), and the black collared button-down Madam Generosity gave him. Nowadays, it only just fits his well-muscled shoulders. His overgrowth of dark green hair has finally been cut--a little shorter and trendier than usual. (Ruby's ideas were tempered by Midoriya's wise insistence not to change too much. She is an agent of chaos otherwise.) It sets off hidden angles on his freckled cheeks. His roadmap of scars has doubled since the Leviathan, and his usual energy tends towards half-smiles and more restful looks at first. Hopefully the birthday party of a close friend will change that.

Disclaimer to all necromancers: He's fine
cw: early MHA spoilers
It's unclear how many, but there are around 8... presences within Midoriya. The abnormal amalgamation packaged with his superpower isn't spirits. They are fainter vestiges of human will. Sometimes they parse as an unintelligible murmuring. Midoriya doesn't seem to be conscious of it, nor will he elaborate if asked.

(Stunt) Mom Friend
cw: people including teens seemingly in danger but actually not, and possibly drunk. MHA spoilers.
At first, Midoriya doesn't feel like he can let his guard down enough to imbibe. He was (is?) on someone's hitlist. Shigaraki is his anti-drug. He will instead appear helpfully at someone's elbow carrying a jug of water and a cup. He listens to drunken confessions (on a couch, in a bathtub) with patience, compassion, and sometimes confusion. He gently helps people lie down wherever and swathes them in a blanket.

"Please don't... hang from the chandelier..." he politely calls up while holding out his arms intending to catch the one doing so with super strength. Later, outside, he positions himself on the roof and deftly catches people with Blackwhip like a bungee cord as they perform increasingly inadvisable backflips and other stunts. A Hero saves everyone.

Don't go home, you're drunk
cw: teen/underage drinking, actual spooky scary skeletons
The head of household assured Midoriya that this place is well-protected by an army of undead. (Midoriya, not wanting to be rude, didn't ask whether the skeletons were sustainably sourced.) Midoriya is ready to ease himself into Trying His First Drink. He has no inkling of his own tolerance, nor does he realize how much more sober he is sitting than standing.

"Oh sorry, excuse me--" he gasps belatedly with a lopsided smile to the person or skeleton(!) he just swayed into.

Later, he is just resting his eyes, sprawling fully clothed in a bathtub with his feet over the edge. It would be a shame if someone turned on the showerhead...

Lacking inhibition, his concern for others runs unchecked. With soft eyes, he sits next to anyone seeming out of sorts and gently touches their shoulder without saying anything. He understands. He doesn't know what yet, but he understands.

He tails people, asking, "Are you OK?" never minding that he has forgotten to drink water, and half his hair is inexplicably standing on end. Even the skeletons can't escape. "You know, it's not your fault you died..." he rambles consolingly, words slurring as he gently adjusts a badly knit scarf over its clavicles.

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Hotpot: OTA group activity early in the evening, network-style threadjacks welcome here

[wannasmash]

"Paul-kun said he wanted to do this with our friends," Midoriya explains to the group as the broth comes to a boil in a pot set over a camp stove. For the uninitiated, he adds: "We all put raw ingredients in with these strainers. Then you take them out and eat them. The more people do it, the better the broth becomes."

He's even supplied bowls and utensils. There's a variety of mushrooms, leafy vegetables, eggs ready to be cracked, tofu, glass noodles, and some preciously expensive thinly sliced meat. A separate stove and pot is on standby for seafood: scallops and various shellfish, notably devoid of calamari.

[floatsaway]

Okay, so. Deku (and all their other friends in attendance) most definitely saw and heard Ochako's caterwauling the moment she was 'introduced' to even one of the numerous skeletons catering the event today. You'd be surprised, how even with her low resources of energy from the blood sickness she's under, how quickly Ochako can shoot herself into the air like a cat with a cucumber, or how she can, will, and has koala'd herself to people she knows, sobbing and shaking, attempting to hide from the ghoulies as they meander about, doing their tasks.

She was not warned (properly, or most notably forgot), and the look she is giving her BUDDY, CHUM, FRIEND, PAL, AMIGO on the other side of the table is somewhat villainous...and a little betrayed. Deku...you know she's not good with this sort of thing, and yet...and yet.

"Ne, Deku..." Ochako spears a mushroom rather violently with her chopsticks. Which is not the intended purpose of those utensils at all - Ochako please... "Can you please pass the ponzu?"

[wannasmash]

He did tell her to be cool about the skeletons. He forgot to tell her how realistic they are. The first of April saw the last vestiges of March's aches leaving his friend, who, with great speed and skill, suddenly plastered herself to the upper half of his body, as if hiding her face would make her suddenly invisible to the skeletons.

He knows that look, and suddenly he wishes Mr. Aizawa was here to restrain her with his capture cloth. He's in hot water now, and it has nothing to do with the broth in front of them. He holds up his hands, one feebly clutching a strainer.

"Uraraka-san..." he begins placatingly with a nervous smile, "be kind to that... mushroom..."

He forgets to pass the ponzu.

[floatsaway]

"Deku...the ponzu."

Is this how Tokoyami felt at the Christmas party? Ochako makes a bit of a face, looking Izuku dead in the eye before taking a big chunk of that mushroom off with her teeth. Then sips some of that broth loudly. Yeah, she was told about the skeletons, but Ochako sort of assumed they'd be a bit more like those (still extremely weird and creepy as hell, but mildly pleasant) little ghoulies that circle around her, uh...lamp? Thing?? That. Ochako assumed they'd be smaller, less noticeable, and easily ignored.

AND Y E T...they were full ass, humanoid skeletons that rattled and clattered all around, and Ochako just couldn't fight back the kneejerk reaction of just needing to fling herself against a wall or person to try and avoid them. She knows it's stupid, and crazy embarrassing considering the things she's fought in the past, but phobias don't essentially make sense, logically. And of course people noticed, it's hard not to... Bakugou's already bee a brat about it, cackling and snickering each time she gets particularly spooked - or just calling her out (like An Asshole™).

[wannasmash]

This is not how Tokoyami felt that time they all had hotpot in the dorm, because Tokoyami wasn't currently plotting Midoriya's murder by chopstick. He is held, arrested by her show of dominance and willingness to mercilessly cleave that mushroom in two with her teeth. It'd be different if she just hadn't listened to him; he might put a little more effort into defending himself, but... Yeah, he fucked up.

"Sorry I wasn't... more clear..."

On the bright side, Midoriya 1) gingerly passes the ponzu, and 2) is currently being a distraction for poor Uraraka. He'll take one for the team.

[floatsaway]

It's not murder. It's just what what most people do with a deku - they NAIL THEM TO A TREE. In this case, it's just with chopsticks!! Technically not murder! Ochako grumbles something under her breath, sighing as she's finally passed the ponzu sauce, and takes a calming breath. It's not his fault...it's not. They've all been afflicted with that godawful blood-plague...sickness...curse...thing and going through a lot mentally and emotionally over the past few weeks. It's fine, she can get through an evening if she just avoids the skeletons like she avoids confronting her feelings.

Dipping some of the thinly sliced meat into the broth to cook it, Ochako sags her shoulders and just groans.

"It's...okay." Not fine. Just 'okay'. "I don't know what I expected when you said there'd be a skeleton army, so it's kind of my fault, too... And s'not like you knew how scared I'd be." But she does reach out and kind of punch Deku's shoulder gently a bit. "Just please don't make me do anything like this again, Deku."

Otherwise she will feed you to Bakugou. Or something. The actual murderplots are still in the works. "I...don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight..."

[wannasmash]

He had really hoped that, for the friendly and bubbly Uraraka, a party was exactly what she needed to lift her spirits. She'd agreed to come, in her usual sweet way. Instead, he's watching his friend take one of her calming breaths as she tries to ignore a phobia. He'll take the punch. Then he'll start dumping more of her favorite things into the broth.

"I doubt I'd have the opportunity." Famous last words in horrorville. "It's not exactly something we're used to, skeleton armies... But--look--I was kind of freaked out at seeing one up close too, at first, even though I'd seen them before on the same ship in February." February, during the Leviathan battle, which he won't directly bring up over dinner.

"Sometimes I find it helpful to think about... how we all have skeletons inside us anyway?" The rise in his voice at the end is rather pathetic. He's trying.

[floatsaway]

It definitely did help a lot!! Getting out and meeting new people is always something Ochako enjoys - she has a lot of energy (for the most part), and is extremely friendly and welcoming to other people. Plus, she just likes to have fun (and eat free food, let's be completely real here). It's just that the skele-men put her into a wild panic when she sees them, so her anxiety has been a godawful rollercoaster ride, with highs and lows and sharp jerks and curves at every angle. Deku had good intentions, which is why she can't be too mad at him...he didn't know how bad her phobia was.

As she picks out more things to add to her bowl, Ochako nibbles on some tofu, slurping a bit of the broth, and grunts. Right, right...this place is going to be a true test of her mettle, it seems. With all types of things bound to scare the heebie-jeebies out of her. "Aah, I know that, Deku-kun, but usually skeletons stay inside us. S'why I don't like 'em. They're not meant to be, uh...like that." Catering a party. Though she does recall on nice skeleton she met in Nippon, one time. She was utterly terrified of him at first, but thinking of it like a quirk, it wasn't...so bad.

"Maybe If I get so scared, it'll shock me enough so I'm not scared anymore..." she slurps her broth again. "Or I'll just have a heart attack and die."

[wannasmash]

He definitely took the free food into account when he asked her here. It's not manipulation; he just knows his friends well. Anything to make his friends happy.

It wasn't like they had ample opportunities to see her phobia in action against actual skeletons walking around, guarding the house, even serving drinks. A few are wearing someone's beginner attempts at knitting, which is either endearing or, in contrast to their creepiness, off-putting. He watches Uraraka steel herself like she's about to tackle a difficult essay.

"Not sure that's how being scared works," he says dubiously. "Anyway, these ones are... kind of meant to be that way? Some of them belong to someone who comes from a culture where people donate their bodies when they die. But instead of science, they're used to help the living."

Don't Go Home, You're Drunk CW: Mentions of Alcoholism.

[onekindsoul]

Midoriya wasn't the only mom friend around this evening. Ruby didn't really drink much herself, she had experienced enough from her uncles drunken exploits that she wasn't exactly eager to get into that herself. She could however make sure her friends had someone to keep on eye on them while they had fun, and she was as mentioned above an agent of chaos herself.

Which is why can't help but stop mid-step as she comes across Midoriya laying in the tub. She can't help it- He's just laying there and the shower head is right there. She tip toes toward edge of the tub and reaches to twist the cold water on as hard as she can.

Midoriya may have a little bit of notice to this happening because she can't help but snicker the whole way over.

[wannasmash]

He, Ruby, and a few others were going to be like a sober hydration team. Then Midoriya fell in the line of duty, and oh, how the mighty have fallen. His already thick hair is disheveled, and there is a light tipsy flush all over his face.

He hears an oddly familiar suppressed laugh, which indicates a person he knows. This false sense of security delays the opening of his eyes--

"Is that y--WAAAH!!"

Cold water drenches his upper body, and all his limbs flail as he struggles to leave the tub. He's awake now.

[onekindsoul]

Ruby had all the respect for a fallen soldier, but honestly she did not blame Izuku for taking a chance to enjoy himself and have some fun. He seemed to put a lot on his shoulders and she knew a thing or two about that, if it took a bit of the weight off his mind she'd be happy.

It would not stop her from messing with him though.

"Wakey, wakey eggs and baccy!" Is all she can manage to say through a fit of laughter. She backs off from the tub as he struggles to get out. But she definitely makes no attempt to turn the water on.

"Oh my gosh, your face! It's priceless!"

[wannasmash]

"Rose-san...!" he groans, hands tensed in an exaggerated gesture to express the deep emotional throes of betrayal. He exits the tub with his whole upper body dripping. His hair is plastered to his head, save for a few unruly curls, which only serves to highlight how much he looks like a wet cat. His poor shirt is stuck to him like glue, but winning a wet T-shirt contest is the last thing on his mind.

"Rose-san, why? This is not eggs and baccy!" Which is to say, not good.

He looks down at his shirt-- "Oh no, it's all over the floor--" He fumbles with the shower knobs--Why is it always so difficult in other people's houses?!--and stumbles into the bath again in an attempt to contain the drips.

"Don't--don't turn the water on again--" He awkwardly blocks the knobs with his whole body as he grasps the front of his shirt and attempts to wring it out.

[onekindsoul]

On the bright side Ruby had seen Izuku train enough to know that he had abs for days. So it doesn't come as a shock to her with the wet t-shirt. Instead she just keeps laughing because she is immensely proud of herself.

"No, no. It really is. Oh my gosh I wish I had a camera on, your face was absolutely priceless." She doesn't make an attempt to go for the shower knobs again, she has done caused her chaos for the moment and will have to wait for the next to spring up.

She does however reach for a few towels and toss them his way.

"It's okay. It's okay. It's a party. We have time to clean up."

[wannasmash]

"I'm actually trying to avoid cameras..." he says with a pained expression. "Also this is the only shirt I brought, and I don't know what to do about that now." Like a normal party guest who plans on behaving themselves all night. Well, that didn't happen.

He's so, so thankful she wasn't recording him with her Omni. Kaworu already has blackmail material of him choking on his first tequila shot. He allows the towels to land on him, mostly on his head, with soft fwumps. It's his lot in life.

He unbuttons and throws off his shirt with practiced efficiency, and he rolls it up in one of the towels to blot out most of the water. Another towel is draped over his hair, which will undoubtedly stand on end when he rubs it dry (like a heathen, his poor curls). A third is spread on the floor next to the tub to soak up errant puddles.

Ruby hasn't seen him since the Leviathan battle. Commander Flynn healed the worst of the lacerations, but they scarred in long, still-fading lines. Underneath, older lighter scars crisscross his skin like a roadmap, mostly on his back from where he was attacked by Blood-Crazed Zealots in November. Ruby was there to see some of them made. Then there are the familiar ones from his time at UA, ragged on his hand and arm, and the large, ugly dark red splotch further up.

Go home nerd, you're drunk!!!

[detonating]

[Katsuki's been most definitely acting the part of wallflower during his forced attendance to this party, just keeping the fuck to himself with a plate of food that he just... picks at slowly as the time goes on. And a cup, of water. He already had reservations about the idea of trying alcohol back home--underage drinking was something that could've gotten him in trouble and hurt his chances of getting into or staying at U.A, but more than that? Treating his body right is pretty high on his priority list, and while he ain't saying he'll NEVER drink... he wasn't ever inclined to try, either.

And now? Now they're in a strange fucking world that has a penchant for doing crazy shit like sucking people into cavern hellholes... and it's a crazy fucking place that's also inhabited by notable villains from their home. Getting drunk, knowing that Shigaraki and Dabi are around? No fucking thanks. No amount of promises will make that okay to him.

Which is why, when Katsuki finally does move from his spot and makes his way to the restroom to piss? He's fucking annoyed, to find Deku passed the fuck out in the shower. This idiot decided it's safe enough to do some stupid ass shit--Katsuki had definitely noted it from his secluded people watching spot-and now here he is. Dead to the world in some asshole's shower.]

You dumb asshole.[This is what he gets. Katsuki just glowers down at him a moment longer, before leaning in to twist the cold nob full blast before swiftly flipping it to the shower. And then? He just turns to the toilet, unbuckles his belt and gets to business. Because Bakugou Katsuki literally does not give a single fuck.]

[wannasmash]

Needless to say, in the relative anarchy of Trench, there is no drinking age. The culture shock takes some getting used to. Midoriya hadn't in some ways. He hadn't attempted to explore that possibility. It's not that he, Mr. Aizawa's problem child and Gran Torino's headache, who by all rights should have been charged with physical assault with a Quirk, is particularly straight-laced. It's just there was no reason, either back home or here, to get up to some of the wild shenanigans teenagers sometimes do. He's a workaholic; he'll sleep when he's dead. He hadn't even planned to touch anything (alcohol or otherwise) when he arrived.

However, this time, he specifically blocked tonight off from training or organizing notes. Then he learned this house is guarded not just by a few skeletons, but by a literal skeleton army. The head of household, an inscrutable man of inscrutable age, can heal (or whatever) without even having to touch someone. Midoriya experienced this firsthand. And Paul, mistrustful of people until he gets to know them, who demurs and postures and shutters his emotions on the regular, and who always carries a knife, feels safe here. Midoriya doesn't take that fact lightly.

Bakugou is one of the few people who can push Midoriya. He pushes him to be excellent. He pushes him to focus on what matters when he overthinks things. He used to push him around, but that ended when they finally admitted that what they admired and feared in each other was what they themselves lacked. Now he's just pushy. It's due to this familiarity and understanding between them that Midoriya, as he slips and struggles out of the bathtub with his shirt soaking wet, cries,

"What the hell, Kacchan!!"

He's so awake. He's never been more awake in his life.

[detonating]

Yeah. Katsuki sure does fucking push him.

That's exactly what he's doing right now. Hearing Deku actually curse at him--even that mildly, just makes him grin wickedly for a brief second and it just makes Katsuki want to make him suffer for his bad decisions even more. The blond is completely fucking nonchalant as he just holds himself and continues to empty his bladder, while reaching out with his free hand to shove his soaked, drunk ass classmate right back towards the shower. Hard.

He trusts his reflexes, drunk or not, for him to not totally eat shit when he crashes back into the running shower.

"You play stupid games, you're gonna win stupid prizes, Deku!"

And he's done. Katsuki's reaching forward to flush after he's gotten himself put away, definitely hoping that the water goes scalding hot with the act. Then it's right over to the sink to wash his hands, because he's not a total fucking animal.

[wannasmash]

He'll take the shove in the only way an inebriated person can--with ragdoll dignity. He stumbles, but controlled, braced with one leg in the bathtub and one arm on the far wall. Neither of them are taking this seriously. This is the harmless shit stirring Midoriya missed, even if they were still figuring out awkward things like timing and how far and how weird it must look to other people, especially when Midoriya was just as likely to give a compliment as a challenge.

"How does that even work?" he asks incredulously, half his hair wet and limp. "You're not even playing the game--Ow-that's-hot!"

He struggles with the knobs--he manages to turn the water off--rather than risk crowding Bakugou and getting pee everywhere. He's in no hurry to reenact, in someone else's home, their awkward house arrest where they had to clean the dorms as punishment for fighting. In a continuing effort to control the splash zone, Midoriya works his shirt off, intending to wring it out.

Reflexes aren't something one thinks about. They're an amalgamation of whatever instinct can cook up on short notice. Twice Midoriya has encountered a temporary erasure of his Quirk. He'd be stupid not to train for that too. For months, Midoriya has been training with the move-reading prediction abilities of his Omen, not to mention Paul's sparring, the best reaction times a human can offer--and that's true without Paul's paleblood (or the other) thing in the mix. Midoriya and Bakugou have more mobility with their Quirks than even a lot of Heroes, but Midoriya has always wondered which of his two friends would be faster in a Quirkless match.

Midoriya thinks of none of these things, not even his own annoyance now chased with a sudden epiphany, except that his balled-up shirt must shoot from his hand and smack Bakugou's head as the sink turns off.

[detonating]

The explosive teen will die before he ever admits it out loud, but this familiarity is exactly what he needs right now. Not just tonight, being conned into coming to a social gathering he wanted nothing to do with but also in the aftermath of the entire last month. Between having to drag this bastard's ass from the woods and nurse him back to health--both physically and mentally, and then the repeat moments of getting dragging into those fucking awful catacombs? Katsuki's been feeling a little withdrawn, broody and... just not great. Not like he's winning at fucking anything, or on top of any damn world. He hates it. He hates Trench, and he hates that he's already been pushed down by this fucking shithole that many times, so soon.

This specific interaction has him feeling a hell of a lot more like himself, and even if it only lasts a few minutes, it's something of a reprieve. That's what makes it easy for him to bark out a short, sardonic laugh as he washes his hands and watches in his peripheral the green haired teen stripping off his shirt to ring it out. For a moment, anyway, before he decides that he can afford to focus on looking for a towel to dry his hands off. "Damn right I ain't playing, I'm not a moron like you! But there ain't any rules on who gets to dish out your crappy winnings either. The fuck did you expect to happen, passing out in--"

Plop. Katsuki's voice stops abruptly as the t-shirt hits the side of his head. There's immediate fury written all over his face paired with a deadly, foreboding silence as his jaw visibly works to grind his teeth together. He catches the shirt in it's descent with a swift accuracy, turns to glare at him in a way that can only mean one thing.

Deku is about to have regrets.

Now his eyebrows raise high on his forehead as he pins the smaller teen with crimson eyes and holds him in his sights, while bringing the shirt down and whipping it out to unball it. Then he picks up the hem with his other hand and starts to sort of jump-rope it between his hands into a long, thinly wound strip. Choosing this moment to speak finally, his nose curls up with the dangerous and all too familiar predatory crooked sneer cracks through the hard scowl that Katsuki has had up until this moment. "You're just on a fuckin' roll tonight, aren't you?" In bad decision making, he means. He knows he'll know what he means. That nerd always fucking does, for better or worse.

When the wet shirt is nice and taut; a perfectly weaponized article of clothing? Katsuki whips it out fast and hard to nail him with it, wherever he can.

mha spoilers (anime-friendly)

[wannasmash]

Midoriya's annoyance lasts mere seconds as something intangible and precious, missing for months, slots back into place. His scars have doubled, and his general demeanor has shifted, but right now, he grins at him brightly--with a slight reflective edge Bakugou will recognize from their sparring. Midoriya made his decision, so there's no point in trying to backpedal. And it's fun. Bakugou can act all high and mighty, but he just got clocked on the side of the head with a wet shirt. The look on his rival's face was priceless.

Midoriya can see what he's doing with the shirt. He knows what's coming, because it's all for show, really, right down to that sneer. What's coming is something extremely stupid.

Despite the swiftness of his own sneak attack, being on the sauce means slowed reactions. Dimly, he can feel it, a slight sluggishness in his processing when he darts his eyes over Bakugou. A Drunken Master Midoriya is not. He can't dodge easily. His forearm shoots up and catches the end instead. It wraps it with a thwap, but he can take the pain.

"I already did this with something a lot more dangerous," he informs him without malice. Now there's a fierceness to his grin. It's a nice button-down shirt, a gift from a Pthumerian. He trusts the fibers to hold better than the secondhand things he usually buys. The memory of a barbed whip in October comes back to him, as well as his training with Blackwhip.

He grips and tugs back and down, trying to bring Bakugou low. Not for one of his usual kicks--subconsciously he knows that's excessive for a bit of roughhousing in someone's bathroom. Maybe he'll steal the shirt back or get him into a harmless grapple in this cramped space. He's not really thinking ahead thanks to the alcohol, other than the first combat lesson they learned together at UA: Don't damage your surroundings.

[detonating]

Katsuki knows that grin. It's not a sudden realization or anything--he'd come to know that look back at U.A, when things were between them were far more complicated than they are now. During the adjustment period, their relearning of how to navigate each other after coming to the understanding that they were equals who would never stop trying to change the playing field and gain the edge over the other. At the encouragement of their idol.

No, now in noting it, he's both preparing himself for whatever move that Izuku will undoubtedly make against him and also uncomfortably noting the fact that it's a good thing. Despite the fact that it naturally makes him want to wipe it right the helloff of his stupid fucking face. The blond has gained a deeper, personal understanding of how Midoriya wound up in the state he was in when they reunited after so long in the woods. Of why his smiles don't always reach his eyes in the same way that they used to, of how those scars that were most definitely not there the last time Katsuki had seen him have shaped him. This? That stupid fucking copy-cat attempt of grinning like he does is welcome, because it means that at least he's figuring out how to be the new Trench Midoriya while not losing sight of the one that they've all come to know back home.

Stupid. It's fucking stupid. It's frustrating and Katsuki doesn't want to think about it anymore. He just wants to spend this moment being himself, too. The one that doesn't give a shit about anything but winning.

Can't do that from here, can he? He's effectively shoved that shit nerd away from him. So, with nothing but a scoff and a subconscious, battle ready grin starting to eat up the space of his own features, Katsuki lets the force of Deku's pull do just that, allows it to bring him in a couple of steps closer. Just enough that he can plant one boot on the edge of the tub for leverage, before he yanks against the shirt in return. A bid to pull his drunk classmate inward, while he reaches out to try to find his face with his free hand. If he's able to catch it in a firm grip, he'll use it to try to drive him into the corner near the shower head...

Because he's totally gonna try to get that fucker on again, he just needs to be able to reach while dealing with the drunk Broccoli here. While keeping himself out of the tub with that foothold.

[wannasmash]

He's just happy they're no longer fraught, pushing each other away despite having known each other long enough to catch each other's idiosyncrasies when others don't. By all rights, they should have drifted apart and completely ignored each other in childhood. It would have been the healthy thing. Midoriya's kindness shouldn't have offended (frightened) Bakugou. Bakugou's strength shouldn't have inspired admiration in Midoriya.

Seeking what they each lacked, and finding it by observing its potency each other, made them converge. Admiring the same methods and principles in All Might, and excelling at them right under each other's noses, ensured they would orbit around each other like twin stars--whether they liked it or not.

They figured out how to do it properly. Things were touch and go, but it was good. They made each other better. Then Midoriya was taken away from him and everyone else, save just one friend, and he lost so much. Damn right he's used to copying the memory of his missing friends. He's been doing it for months, trying to fill the holes in his heart and soothe the scars on his body.

He bats the shower curtain aside so it won't get pulled. Bakugou taught him (by example, he didn't actually teach him) to fight even when someone grabs his face. As he inevitably pitches back into the tub, he does what he's been doing since last summer when he asked Iida to show him some moves: He fights with his legs.

He hooks his legs around Bakugou's and jerks with his whole body. If he's going down, he's taking Bakugou with him.

[asas]

Why is it that for Shōyō Hinata, everything happens when he’s going to the restroom? It’s where he meets all the big bad bosses, it’s where teams happen to cross paths to glower at each other, and now, as possibly one of the only actual adults at the party (though he doesn’t look it much, apart from his bulk that puts him apart from a “boy”, he’s fairly short— standing at 5’6” and done growing at the age of twenty four), Shōyō is humming happily toward the tinker after the mack (and only mack) of his life. He is singing, gleefully, an energetic piece from Turma do Pagode, a skip and samba sway to his star struck steps, and nothing can stop him from how damn happy he is—

Except maybe the actual sound coming from behind the bathroom door. Oh? Does he dare put his ear close? Oh—

Oh.

These damn, crazy kids. Not even he’s this sprung. It’s definitely the cinnamon snorting going around. Or hormones? Did his not kick in because of a volleyball obsession? Who knows. Well, he’s not about to piss on the floor or run all the way home with a full bladder, no matter how athletic or sober he was.

He’s about to crash this party with, after some hesitation, a series of hard knocks on the door to be heard.

“Hey? Ummm,” how does he put this (actually, there’s no other way to put this)— “If someone told you to get a room? They didn’t mean the bathroom.”