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writetomyheart2020-08-21 10:01 pm
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[Team three] concierge
Just randomly wanted to try writing Bakugou and Iida as roommates. Might try to expand on this at a later date lol
bnha, g-rated, very short
"You'll be fine. It's only, what, six months?" Kirishima says, voice static-y through the phone's speaker like there's no good cell service in Osaka. "He can't be that bad. We managed to make it through three years of living in a dorm together in high school."
Bakugou narrows his eyes as he glares towards the kitchen where his new temporary roommate is cleaning up. "He arranges all the dishes alphabetically by color."
Kirishima just laughs. "Yeah that sounds like Iida," and he has the audacity to sound fond about it. Like he missed all those extras they used to live with. "Good luck settling in! I'll call you again soon, bro."
Bakugou just sort of grunts in affirmation as the phone call ends. He continues glaring into the kitchen, sure that Iida is going to pull an old-fashioned label maker out any minute now to start differentiating between their belongings. Not that Bakugou has too many of those at the moment...
"Bakugou, did you get settled into your room?" Iida calls out over his shoulder, not realizing yet the person he's talking to is standing in the next room.
"Yeah, it's fine," Bakugou replies.
"Oh," Iida exclaims, whirling around with a frying pan in his hand. He unknowingly makes that chopping motion with his hand, which makes the frying pan look almost threatening if Bakugou hadn't known this guy since they were 15.
"I want to reiterate again that you should make yourself comfortable here, and let me know immediately if you need anything," Iida says. "We'll try to make the most of an unfortunate situation."
Unfortunate situation is a nice way to say the apartment complex Bakugou used to live in got almost leveled by a dumb villain yesterday.
Bakugou awkwardly stands in the middle of the living room, letting the silence simmer for a few minutes.
"You sound like a damn concierge at a hotel," he finally spits out, crossing his arms in an echo of his years of teenage defiance. Old habits are hard to break. "Chill out."
Iida frowns, nods, and then relaxes his shoulders slightly in an actual attempt to relax.
It takes all of Bakugou's amazing self-restraint to resist the urge to roll his eyes. He probably deserves a medal.
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bnha, g-rated, very short
"You'll be fine. It's only, what, six months?" Kirishima says, voice static-y through the phone's speaker like there's no good cell service in Osaka. "He can't be that bad. We managed to make it through three years of living in a dorm together in high school."
Bakugou narrows his eyes as he glares towards the kitchen where his new temporary roommate is cleaning up. "He arranges all the dishes alphabetically by color."
Kirishima just laughs. "Yeah that sounds like Iida," and he has the audacity to sound fond about it. Like he missed all those extras they used to live with. "Good luck settling in! I'll call you again soon, bro."
Bakugou just sort of grunts in affirmation as the phone call ends. He continues glaring into the kitchen, sure that Iida is going to pull an old-fashioned label maker out any minute now to start differentiating between their belongings. Not that Bakugou has too many of those at the moment...
"Bakugou, did you get settled into your room?" Iida calls out over his shoulder, not realizing yet the person he's talking to is standing in the next room.
"Yeah, it's fine," Bakugou replies.
"Oh," Iida exclaims, whirling around with a frying pan in his hand. He unknowingly makes that chopping motion with his hand, which makes the frying pan look almost threatening if Bakugou hadn't known this guy since they were 15.
"I want to reiterate again that you should make yourself comfortable here, and let me know immediately if you need anything," Iida says. "We'll try to make the most of an unfortunate situation."
Unfortunate situation is a nice way to say the apartment complex Bakugou used to live in got almost leveled by a dumb villain yesterday.
Bakugou awkwardly stands in the middle of the living room, letting the silence simmer for a few minutes.
"You sound like a damn concierge at a hotel," he finally spits out, crossing his arms in an echo of his years of teenage defiance. Old habits are hard to break. "Chill out."
Iida frowns, nods, and then relaxes his shoulders slightly in an actual attempt to relax.
It takes all of Bakugou's amazing self-restraint to resist the urge to roll his eyes. He probably deserves a medal.
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