explosionmurder (explosionmurder) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-03-01 12:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | denki kaminari, katsuki bakugo |
Who:Denki Kaminari and Katsuki Bakugo
What:Going out for noodles
When:Slightly backdated to 2/25 after these texts
Where:Momota Ramen
Rating/Warnings:Cursing is part of Bakugo's vocabulary
Status:In progress
Honestly, he didn't know how these idiots got on without him. Pulling the backpack that wasn't his up into his lap from the floor, Katsuki tugged at the zipper so he could rifle through the contents, muttering some to himself. "He'd lose his head if it wasn't attached..." There was everything he helped Kaminari with the night before. Jesus... He rolled his eyes, zipping the bag back up and slinging the bag over his shoulder, tucking the hoodie through the strap so he could take it to drop in front of the other boy's door on his way out. They shared some of the same classes and the ones that they didn't, he still somehow managed to help with more often than not. Between him and Deku it always seemed like there was something. Kaminari forgetting his shit. Deku staying up all night and crashing at the kitchen table. Someone around here had to keep their dumbasses in line and somehow that job fell to him. They were damn lucky he had such tolerance.
Taking the stairs two at a time, he slung the backpack off his shoulder, opening Kaminari's door far enough to drop it inside while tugging the hoodie back out of the strap. The weather was starting to get warmer, but you never really knew, so he brought it in case Kaminari needed it with how forgetful his ass was already. Grabbing his wallet and keys from by the door, he tossed the hoodie over his shoulder. The ramen place wasn't that far, so it wasn't like he really needed to grab his bike or anything. What he wasn't counting on was the wind kicking up once he was out the door and far enough from the house that going back was a hassle. After a few minutes of stubborn debate, he pulled Kaminari's hoodie on over the one he was already wearing, stuffing his hands into the pockets. It was the sort of thing that would make the other unnecessarily excited, Katsuki saw it coming a mile away. It made no sense to him, it was just a damn hoodie, but it was Kaminari. That was just how he was. He wouldn't have put the damn thing on if it wasn't for the wind in the first place!
Whatever, Kaminari could flail about it. He wanted noodles and he was gonna get some noodles. Turning the corner, he wondered if Kaminari would even be there yet considering he didn't see him at the house. If he beat him there, then the hoodie wouldn't be a point in the first place. So much for wishful thinking though. When the place came into view he could see Kaminari inside through the window and he cursed under his breath. Oh well. Sucking in a breath and letting it out, he pushed open the door, letting it shut behind him before going over to drop himself at the table across from the other blonde boy. "I dropped your bag in your room on my way out," he offered in way of distraction from the fact he was wearing the hoodie, which would probably only take Kaminari .5 seconds to notice anyway, so it was kinda pointless to avoid in the first place. "You order anything yet?" Probably Mochi ice cream before they even had real food.