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writetomyheart2020-10-25 11:27 am
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[Team three] spying
More Bakuiida as roommates! (Pay no attention to the fact that I just completely forgot to post yesterday)
BNHA, 374 words, g-rated
"He is opening the suitcase right now," Iida reports, trying to peer as inconspicuously as possible through the window blinds.
Bakugou jumps up from his chair and tries to elbow Iida out of the way to see for himself. Iida unfortunately does not budge and his broad shoulders take up most of the space by the window.
"Let me see," Bakugou demands. It's very tempting to just shoot some sparks off his palms threateningly, but he doesn't want to set off the apartment's smoke detector. Again.
Iida gasps suddenly at whatever he can see through the tiny gap in the blinds.
"Is it a severed head?" Bakugou asks immediately. "If you tell me it's a severed head, I will climb through this window right now and go punch his lights out."
The two of them had been sneaking glances at their neighbor's often open window for the past two weeks now. It had started as an accident, with Bakugou catching sight of the neighbor lugging a suitcase around his living room one day. And then the next. And the next. Until both Bakugou and Iida had gotten hooked on the mystery and somehow ended up wildly speculating about it every night over dinner. There were probably a number of reasonable explanations for the suitcase, but as pro heroes, they agreed they probably should keep an eye out just in case the guy was a villain.
"It's not a severed head," Iida chides him. "It's... a saxophone."
Bakugou stops his attempts at pushing his roommate out of the way and stares at him, dumbfounded.
"It's a fucking saxophone?" he growls in disbelief.
Iida nods solemnly and finally steps back so Bakugou can take a peek through the blinds. Sure enough, the neighbor has a shiny saxophone in his hands. Now open, the suitcase looks like it's also stuffed full of sheet music.
Iida readjusts his glasses, a habit Bakugou has realized recently is sometimes a way to express his disappointment.
"That is not what I was expecting," Iida remarks.
Bakugou frowns. "What the fuck," he complains.
The neighbor settles down in a chair and starts to play some upbeat jazz tune.
Iida shrugs. "On the bright side, we get to listen to a free concert."
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BNHA, 374 words, g-rated
"He is opening the suitcase right now," Iida reports, trying to peer as inconspicuously as possible through the window blinds.
Bakugou jumps up from his chair and tries to elbow Iida out of the way to see for himself. Iida unfortunately does not budge and his broad shoulders take up most of the space by the window.
"Let me see," Bakugou demands. It's very tempting to just shoot some sparks off his palms threateningly, but he doesn't want to set off the apartment's smoke detector. Again.
Iida gasps suddenly at whatever he can see through the tiny gap in the blinds.
"Is it a severed head?" Bakugou asks immediately. "If you tell me it's a severed head, I will climb through this window right now and go punch his lights out."
The two of them had been sneaking glances at their neighbor's often open window for the past two weeks now. It had started as an accident, with Bakugou catching sight of the neighbor lugging a suitcase around his living room one day. And then the next. And the next. Until both Bakugou and Iida had gotten hooked on the mystery and somehow ended up wildly speculating about it every night over dinner. There were probably a number of reasonable explanations for the suitcase, but as pro heroes, they agreed they probably should keep an eye out just in case the guy was a villain.
"It's not a severed head," Iida chides him. "It's... a saxophone."
Bakugou stops his attempts at pushing his roommate out of the way and stares at him, dumbfounded.
"It's a fucking saxophone?" he growls in disbelief.
Iida nods solemnly and finally steps back so Bakugou can take a peek through the blinds. Sure enough, the neighbor has a shiny saxophone in his hands. Now open, the suitcase looks like it's also stuffed full of sheet music.
Iida readjusts his glasses, a habit Bakugou has realized recently is sometimes a way to express his disappointment.
"That is not what I was expecting," Iida remarks.
Bakugou frowns. "What the fuck," he complains.
The neighbor settles down in a chair and starts to play some upbeat jazz tune.
Iida shrugs. "On the bright side, we get to listen to a free concert."
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