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Hitoshi watches the news with a sinking feeling in his stomach. Bakugo made it into the top three. He made it into the top three before he hit twenty-five and Hitoshi bet him he couldn't. Bakugo, confident asshole that he is, said he would.
And then the fucker went ahead and did it, at the ripe age of twenty-three, nonetheless.
Now Hitoshi has to do something nice for him, like he promised he would if he lost and Hitoshi curses his stupid, idiotic past self.
Of course Bakugo would fly right past all and every expectations and plant himself firmly where he wants to be, and he has never made it a secret that he wants to be at the very top.
Hitoshi really should have known better than to bet against him but then again he, one, didn't think Bakugo could really do it with his attitude, and two, didn't think they'd still be talking by that point and now Hitoshi has been proven wrong on both accounts.
Because not only are they still talking, they somehow managed to become friends. Good friends. Best friends, if Hitoshi has to be honest, and that's not even touching on all the warm, fuzzy feelings he has for Bakugo.
That would just be madness and invite more trouble into his life than he really needs, so that's not happening.
But—back to topic. Back to the fact that Bakugo just officially made the top three. Back to the fact that Hitoshi now will have to do something nice for him because there's no way that Bakugo forgot about their stupid bet or that Hitoshi could live with the shame of not actually following through.
He might curse his younger self to hell and back, but he also sticks to his word and so he needs to plan his next steps.
It takes Bakugo all of two hours after the news hit to call him up and Hitoshi simply stares for a moment at the phone, considering if he's ready to hear Bakugo gloat like crazy, but in the end he picks up, because he's so incredibly proud of what Bakugo achieved and he damn well deserves to gloat about it, too.
"Told ya I could fucking do it," is what Bakugo greets him with, not even asking if Hitoshi saw the news already or not, but then again, the Baku-squad group chat has been blowing up with messages all afternoon thanks to Bakugo's achievement.
Still, that doesn't mean Hitoshi doesn't get to be a little shit.
"The fuck are you talking about?" he asks, reclining back on the couch and allowing himself a self-satisfied grin when Bakugo splutters on the other end.
"Have you not—fuck off, eyebags, I know you know."
"I have no clue, actually, I just woke up from a nap," Hitoshi lies straight through his teeth as if he hasn't very closely watched all the coverage for one of the youngest heroes to make it into the top three after Hawks.
"You're such a fucking liar," Bakugo hisses. "You did not just wake up, your voice is all wrong for that, so cut the bullshit."
Hitoshi blinks up at nothing when he realises that Bakugo knows what his actual sleep voice sounds like because Hitoshi regularly falls asleep with him right there, or wakes up to Bakugo letting himself into Hitoshi's place and fuck, maybe he shouldn't be thinking about that right now.
"Fine, fine," Hitoshi sighs out. "Congratulations. You did very well." Hitoshi hesitates for a moment but he figures that this deserves nothing but his utmost honesty and Bakugo isn't even there to see the flush on his face. "I'm proud of you."
"Like you should," Bakugo haughtily says. "But you also should do something nice for me now," he goes on and Hitoshi groans.
Of course Bakugo would not forget and of course he'd cash in on the bet as soon as he humanly could.
"I know, I know," Hitoshi says with a roll of his eyes.
"Don't take that attitude with me, fucker, you bet against me and now you got what you deserve. Start planning."
He hangs up without giving Hitoshi even the slightest chance to answer and Hitoshi heaves out such a big sigh that for a moment it feels as if he's melting into the couch before he scrubs a hand over his face because Bakugo is fucking right.
Time to start planning.
~*~*~
"I have good news and bad news," Hitoshi says as he steps into Bakugo's apartment, his efforts finally bearing fruit. "Which one first?"
"Bad ones, of course," Bakugo replies, suspiciously eying Hitoshi as he steps closer. "What is this about?"
"The bad news is that you get two days off. Thursday and Friday next weekend," Hitoshi says without acknowledging Bakugo's question and just like he suspected, Bakugo's face clouds over.
"What the fuck are you doing, messing with my work schedule?" he hisses out and Hitoshi gives him his biggest smile.
"I'm supposed to tell you fucking finally, from Best Jeanist. It would seem as if your PTO has been accumulating quite a lot, you workaholic."
"It's called having a work ethic," Bakugo snaps back and Hitoshi shakes his head.
"It's called being an idiot," he shoots back and then deftly side-steps a half-hearted attack from Bakugo. "Now, ready for the good news?"
That makes Bakugo pause for a moment, clearly already having forgotten about that, and he defensively crosses his arms in front of his chest.
"Well, at least you know that time off work is bad news for me," he finally huffs out and then nods, giving Hitoshi the go ahead for the good news.
"I booked you four days at a beach resort."
Hitoshi would never ever do that for himself, because this is the exact opposite of good news for him. It's bad news, all around, and it would be fucking horrible.
Hitoshi hates the summer, and he hates the sun, and most of all the hates the beach because that's where the sand is, and the ocean, and where people run around half naked and judging him for his body and just—no.
He fucking hates it.
But Bakugo eats all of that shit up, so he's going to love that.
"You hate that shit," is the first thing that comes out of Bakugo's mouth and Hitoshi blinks at him in confusion. "Why the hell would you do that? You're going to complain all four days and for what?"
Hitoshi opens his mouth to argue that he's not actually accompanying Bakugo, that he got him four days at the resort and not them but the words get stuck in his throat.
Bakugo hadn't even assumed that he'd go alone, not for one second. He immediately came to the conclusion that Hitoshi would be there, that this is something they would do together and okay, maybe Hitoshi feels a little bit sick with all of his love for this impossible man, but Bakugo doesn't need to know that.
He just thinks since Hitoshi lost the bet he'll have to accompany him, as friends because that is what they are, and nothing else is going on.
"I'll behave," Hitoshi promises, mentally already rearranging his entire day, to get his own work schedule figured out, to find someone who can care for Garbage for four days—Aizawa, duh, he's going to pout if Hitoshi gives cat-caring privileges to anyone else—to not weep at the prospect of paying for two people instead of one.
The things he does for Bakugo.
"I want a beach day," Bakugo and it sounds exactly like the threat it is.
"I know," Hitoshi sighs out, already resigned to the fact that he'll find sand in places it shouldn't be long after they returned home and Bakugo gives him a big, shit-eating grin.
"I want to see you swim in the ocean," he then says and okay, that's pushing it a bit far.
"Not fucking happening," Hitoshi gets out, shaking his head like crazy.
"I'm gonna make you," Bakugo promises and just the thought of having to step into the ocean makes Hitoshi's breath come out short, which of course doesn't get unnoticed by Bakugo. "You okay, troll doll?"
"I'm not—not the ocean," Hitoshi manages to say and forces himself to concentrate on Bakugo in front of him, who is tangible and real and not a fucking death trap with creatures that Hitoshi doesn't even want to see on pictures.
"You said you don't like swimming," Bakugo says and Hitoshi breathes past the uneasiness in his chest.
"I might have only told half the truth?" Hitoshi offers and Bakugo scoffs, though he clearly expects Hitoshi to elaborate. "I don't like swimming cause I don't like putting my body on display like that," he admits. "And because being out in the sun sucks."
"Fucking vampire," Bakugo hisses but he continues to look expectantly at Hitoshi.
"But most importantly I'm, like, deathly afraid of the ocean?"
At that, Bakugo lets out a harsh breath.
"You should have just said, you idiot. We're going to pick a place on the beach that is very far from the ocean and you don't even have to watch me swim. Stupid," he mutters and still, Hitoshi can't get over the fact that Bakugo just assumes he's going with him, that he's going to accommodate him like that even though it would be so much fucking better for Bakugo to just go alone.
"Okay," Hitoshi weakly responds, because what else is there to say?
He's not about to tell Bakugo that he had no intention of coming and so there simply isn't anything else to say to this.
He'll just have to suffer through the heat and the sand and Bakugo being hopefully relaxed and probably half naked all the time and it will be fine.
It will be just fine.
~*~*~
Hitoshi has just properly wrapped himself up on the couch, when Bakugo strolls into his apartment as if he lives there.
He might as well, with how much time he spends there lately, but it's the principal of the thing because he doesn't. Live there, that is.
"What?" Hitoshi groans out because he was looking forward to an evening on the couch, mindlessly watching anything and ordering take-out but with Bakugo here his plans are going to get derailed.
The thought has just crossed his mind when Hitoshi freezes, because that's not even true. His plans are not going to get derailed. Bakugo will join him on the couch and watch whatever Hitoshi picks and the only thing that's going to change might be the food, because Bakugo is more into cooking than eating take-out and even that is a win in Hitoshi's eyes.
"I have good news and I have bad news," Bakugo says and Hitoshi instantly feels reminded of six months ago when he said the same damn thing to Bakugo because of their bet.
But this isn't a bet kind of situation, so he's thoroughly confused, with anxiety already swirling in his gut.
"Bad news," Hitoshi says before Bakugo can even ask him and it earns him a dirty look before Bakugo speaks.
"You have next Thursday and Friday off," Bakugo says, and okay, something is strange here.
"That's not bad news," Hitoshi mutters and Bakugo rolls his eyes.
"Well, I can hardly say that I have good news and good news, now, can I?" he gripes and Hitoshi's lips twitch up.
"What's the other good news then?" he asks, already suspicious because what the fuck is even going on?
"I booked you four days at a winter resort," Bakugo says and Hitoshi sits up, immediately excited and concerned in equal measures.
"You fucking hate that shit," is the first thing he says because while Hitoshi thrives in the cold weather, Bakugo does not.
Hitoshi loves bundling up and watching the snow and being mildly cold and sipping hot chocolates to get warm again but Bakugo doesn't because the cold messes with his quirk and more layers of clothing impact his movement ability.
And just as Hitoshi fervently hates sand, Bakugo hates snow.
"I do. Doesn't matter though, because you're still getting your four days."
"Why? The beach resort was because of the bet, it's not something you have to repay," Hitoshi says, frown firmly on his face and Bakugo takes a deep breath before he talks and Hitoshi could swear his face is slightly more red than before.
Which only confuses Hitoshi more.
"Two reasons," Bakugo says. "One: you just got named the most important and successful underground hero of the year," Bakugo informs him and Hitoshi's hand immediately twitches towards his phone.
He put it on silent because he didn't wanna be disturbed tonight but when he opens it, he sees a plethora of messages. He ignores most of them and clicks into Aizawa's and it simply says Well done, I'm proud of you and almost instantly, Hitoshi's eyes burn.
"You had no clue, did you?" Bakugo sighs out and Hitoshi shakes his head, clutching his phone to his chest. "Well, congrats, idiot. You did well and I'm proud of you," Bakugo says and it doesn't sound rehearsed or forced at all and Hitoshi only has to fight harder not to cry.
"You said two reasons," he reminds Bakugo because if they talk about literally anything else then maybe he can get himself back under control.
"Yeah, I did," Bakugo says and then very noticeably doesn't say anything else for a good long while before he finally mutters "Fuck, this is hard," and turns around to stalk into the kitchen.
"You got something to bake in here?" he calls over his shoulder and Hitoshi disentangles himself from his blanket so fast he almost falls flat on his face.
Bakugo loves cooking and does it for the fun of it. Baking on the other hand is something he only does when he's highly stressed out by something and so this is never a good sign.
"Bakugo?" Hitoshi carefully asks as he watches Bakugo rifle through all of Hitoshi's cupboards, hunting for cooking ingredients.
"Give me a minute," Bakugo almost snaps at him, busying himself with laying it all out on Hitoshi's counter and Hitoshi takes a seat at the kitchen table.
He can give Bakugo a minute, no problem. He can totally be patient.
"You didn't intend to come with me to the beach resort," is what Bakugo finally says as he puts stuff in a bowl and Hitoshi cringes.
"Not really," he admits and Bakugo nods.
"I just assumed and you went along with it, even though you hate that shit."
"Yeah," he agrees, because that's basically how it went.
And Hitoshi hated that shit at the resort, still; sure, spending time with Bakugo like that was awesome and he enjoyed it but he also hated every second if it because the ocean was there, and sand, and it was so fucking hot.
Hitoshi would have never chosen that for himself.
"I didn't intend to come with you to the winter resort," Bakugo admits and Hitoshi stills. "You just assumed and—fuck, I'm going to go along with it."
"You—will?" Hitoshi unsurely asks because surely Bakugo can tell him no.
"Yeah, because—" he cuts himself off and then cracks open an egg more viciously than it deserves before he speaks again. "Fuck, this fucking sucks."
"Bakugo, you don't have to—"
"Shut the hell up, eyebags," Bakugo snaps at him and Hitoshi obediently klicks his mouth shut.
There's anticipation running under his skin like an electric current and Hitoshi's stomach feels close to bursting with all these stupid butterflies, because he damn well knows why he went along with Bakugo's assumption all those months ago.
And maybe, just maybe, Bakugo just admitted to doing the same for the same reasons and wouldn't that be an absolute miracle.
But Bakugo seems to struggle with finding the words and Hitoshi knows that he's always been better with actions, so he decides to take it out of his hands.
If he gets exploded on the spot for it, so be it, because he'd rather take death than the humiliation of a rejection, anyway.
So Hitoshi gets up and sneaks up on Bakugo until he can just melt himself against Bakugo's back, hugging him from behind.
There's a split second where he thinks Bakugo is going to kill him, or maybe just run, but then he melts into Hitoshi, leaning heavily against him.
"Yeah," he whispers out. "Yeah, that's why."
Hitoshi squeezes him a bit harder, just because he can and buries his face in Bakugo's neck, breathing his addictingly sweet scent in.
"That's why I agreed, too," Hitoshi admits, and Bakugo shivers in his arms when Hitoshi's breath washes over his skin.
"Good," Bakugo decides and he sounds so business-like, that Hitoshi snorts out a laugh. "Now get the hell off me, I need to bake this now."
"Sure, angel," Hitoshi mutters, brushing his lips over the side of Bakugo's neck and it earns him another full-body shiver and Bakugo doesn't even complain about the pet name.
And that, really, is all the confession Hitoshi needs from him.