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do a figure eight for me (closed)

WHO: Bakugo and Raidou
WHAT: Ice skating after hours
WHERE: Shinjuku Shrine
WHEN: Day after that Synder swipe
WARNINGS: None at present. It's not like it's a date or anything...

[No one would ever peg Bakugo for being someone who wanted to bond with others. So that raises the question how he found himself here. In the cold of the evening air, the setting sun's base dipped into the horizon as golden glows make shadows through the trees beside the Shinjuku Shrine. His breath ghosts white in the air, accenting the warmth inside beneath the wrap of his scarf and jacket. Thirty minutes after 1700, enough time for Raidou to get off work and make his way to the frozen rink.

... Why the fuck did a simple mingle have to be covered in a damn dating app? Because it was February? He knows better than to think it was an accident by Synthia. That AI did it on purpose, forcing confessions of interest and setting up dates between people just for the cost of interaction. Bakugo's never been on a damn date before. He's never been interested enough to go for one, and anyone else has been too intimidated by him to express interest. The only experience he has in these things came from the random chick flick his mother occasionally made him watch with her when he was younger.

But if it's with Raidou... Just a casual date, someone told him. Was it? Who the hell knows. Raidou's not someone Bakugo distinctly dislikes. He gets along with the guy, despite the severe clash in their personalities, and he's been actively involved in helping the summoner a few times. Bakugo's the one who expressed surprise and interest in Raidou knowing how to ice skate in the first place... before that quick joust of who asks.

Waiting outside the rink, Bakugo watches the few people lingering upon the frozen surface, not surprised a few came from the shrine itself. It would be a good way to enjoy the peace of the nearby area, quiet as those in the shrine carried about their serene duties. Though that doesn't stop his eyes from glancing around, searching for Raidou and half expecting the guy to just appear behind him.]

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[Just when it looks like Bakugo is about to catch up, Raidou turns forward and takes off again. He could do this all night, really. It's very entertaining. It is to some of the skaters around them as well.

When he gets in some semblance of a lead, that's when he all of a sudden comes to a halt. He turns sideways to slide, and comes to a stop rather quickly, showering ice out ahead of him.
He's only doing it to see if Bakugo can do the same at this speed. No using super powers in public!]

[Thi-! ... This asshole's toying with him! He gapes at the realization for a second before-]

YOU'RE DEAD!! [Now he's mad! Bakugo digs the tip of his skate into the ice and shoves off, swerving around another skater and dashing after Raidou. He's putting on the speed like a champ, arms moving to accent his momentum and body lowered like he might be trying to tackle the other boy.

Which is a very bad thing considering Raidou suddenly STOPS!! Bakugo's eyes widen as he shoots right past the guy. He immediately turns sideways, slams a skate down, and almost break an ankle as ice shaves and he skids across the surface of the ice a few feet. Almost does down, one hand swinging towards the floor, before he uses the momentum to swing his body back up and wobbles.

Fuck... that was close.]

Rrrrgh! [Someone's gonna die!]

[Raidou stands there looking perfectly innocent, catching his breath. Maybe the sudden stop wasn't the best idea once he sees how hard Bakugo skids to a stop - let's not get hurt here - but hey, he's fine.]

Ah, good. You can stop.

[He's actually not being sarcastic. Not a thing he ever really does. Teasing, though?
Maybe a little.]

I'd say you definitely have the hang of it again.

["Perfectly innocent" his ass. It's better to hard skid than it is to trip and fall on his side. He'd be embarrassed as hell if he fell down in front of Raidou. The guy will probably notice Bakugo shifting onto one side to take the weight off the leg he used to brace himself. Gonna just... let that one hang a bit and swing it a few times. Roll his ankle. What a pain...]

I'll stop on your face. [Childish despite the teasing rib. Bakugo sets his foot down and moves forward, skating slower towards Raidou. At least he doesn't look a threatening menace.] Told you I knew how.

[Raidou has learned long ago to let Bakugo's insults slide past him. Not commenting on them is now his usual course of action, otherwise it'll never end.

Oh. Did he stop a little too hard? Raidou looks at him with his head cocked slightly.]

Are you alright? [He already knows the answer he'll get to that.]. We can take a break. Or at least go slower for awhile.

[Class 1-A likewise learned to shrug off their classmate's angry barking, letting it slide or countering with something casual or nice. It's the better way of handling Bakugo, even if it kind of irritates him. Then again, he's used to Raidou's blase responses. The guy's quiet. It's nice when it's not aggravating.

Seeing that head cock, Bakugo assumes what's coming before Raidou even gets it all the way out.] I'm fine! The skate just needed to readjust after I stopped! [It's not him; it's the skate. Of course.] You really ready to race now?

[Raidou huffs lightly, because while he does want to race, he wants to do it fairly. He doesn't like being cut off like that, either.]

If you insist. Do you need to retie it before we go?

[Raidou looks around at the rink, thinking for a moment. He didn't want to interrupt the others out on the ice too much. Any more than they already have, anyway. He slides over next to Bakugo to get ready to go.]

Three laps. That should be good. Just say when you're ready.

[He'll have far more luck getting a fair race out of Bakugo than a lack of interruption when the guy's in a mood. That "if you insist" comment gets an annoyed (but vindicated) "tch!" from the blonde and he stretches one arm across his chest in acceptance.]

It's fine. I checked before. [When he was shaking his foot. The laces hadn't flopped or anything. Bakugo drops his eyes towards Raidou's skates, just making sure he's not trailing any lines either.

Once Raidou takes his spot beside him, Bakugo leans down in a racer's start. He's dead focused on the task at hand.] You lose a second if you run into someone or make them fall.

[Raidou will have to trust him that he's fine, then. He takes the same racing pose, and nods at the suggestion.]

Fair.

[He knows that his start will be the most important past of this. Bakugo will be out for blood. No such thing as friendly competition with him, so Raidou's playing for real now.]

Ready -- Go!

[And he's off like a shot.]

[It's nothing worse than a small jar. He'll be fine. A brief shake and roll to walk it off and now the pain's gone. He's jammed his leg way worse than that. What's important now is beating Raidou at a race.

"Friendly" competition doesn't fly in his book. It's victors and losers! None of this shit competition award. As soon as Raidou says "Go!" he takes off, pushing from the ice and driving after him.

... yeah, after. This fucking skinny conductor ass is fast!]

[Speed and agilitynare a Raidou's top skills, and he knows it. He keeps his eyes forward to avoid the other skaters, who've mostly stepped aside to watch these two maniacs tear off around the ice. So long as Bakugo isn't in his field of vision, he's happy. This is Raidou, so there are no dirty tricks, no cheats, just wanting to win on the merit of his skill.

He hasn't had a ton of practice going this fast, though, only having this public rink to practice on. Bakugo may have a chance to catch up. But now he's wishing there was an indoor rink in this city. He's loving this.]

[If he ever saw Raidou cheat, he'd be surprised (pissed as fuck too). But what he's seen of the guy is an honest, skilled, and hard-working person who shoulders more responsibility on his back than he probably should. Someone like that wouldn't do anything underhanded during a race. Bakugo, in return, is giving him everything he's got without resorting to his Quirk. Like Raidou, he wants to win on his own merit, though his intensely aggressive form of victory makes for explosive results.

But just jumping back in after three years of no practice, going versus someone who's been at it for two months now, and just as skilled, is problematic. He leans to the side, adjusting his line to be more to the right of Raidou, intending to make up for the slight gap by taking the curve on the inside.]

[He might want to win, but Raidou also wants to have fun. Bakugo taking the inside track is a smart move, so Raidou reserves some of his speed when going around the bends to make it seem like they're neck and neck in this race.

He also wishes he'd made the race longer than three laps, but he also didn't want to inconvenience the meager crowd.

Raidou decides to leave a burst of energy for the last lap's final straight portion towards the finish line. He knows that it's his best chance at winning this.]

[The meager crowd can deal with it. They've been here for a while (he assumes) and if they want to plod along at a glacial pace while two young folk want to race, then they can either get the hell out of the way or shut up when the two racers skirt around them without knocking anyone down!

Bakugo likewise intends to have fun, but his version of "fun" involves winning. And damn if he's not going to give Raidou the best run he can as he swings towards the last lap. It doesn't seem like he's saving a burst of speed or already did it. Instead, it's constant power straight from the start.]

[It's very close, but Raidou manages to get ahead just enough at the end. There's a smattering of applause from a few people on the ice, and Raidou grins a little sheepishly.

He's honestly not sure how Bakugo might take it, so instead of saying anything as he catches his breath, he simply gives him a little bow in thanks for a good race.]

[Dammit! He knew it was going to be close, but seeing that last spurt at the very end clinched it for Raidou! A flashback of that damn Todoroki wiping Bakugou's newly-minted high score at I-Island's Defeat-a-Villain Run immediately after he set it ignites a surge of competitive heat in him.]

Rghaaah! Shit! It was only by a second at best! I'll leave you in my dust next time! [If anyone's surprised Bakugou's a sore loser, they've not paid attention to him for long. At least there's a desire for a rematch? Amazing he can still be so mouthy while he's winded from the race in the first place...] Congratulations, dammit!

[Raidou really wishing they had more room to really go out all out. That was fun, and he's been waiting weeks now for someone to skate with. Was it worth maybe looking for some frozen ponds outside the city...?

Bakugo might be making a scene, but Raidou doesn't really seem to care in this case. Instead, he's doing something Bakugo hasn't him doing much of since they arrived - smiling brightly.]

Now I'm wishing we'd have made a bet. Next time, then.

[Bakugo hadn't been skating in a long time, and this definitely piqued his interest in doing it more. Though he leaned toward racing and techniques rather than lazily wandering in circles around the pond. But he liked the challenge now, even if he lost. It only fueled his urge to try again.

Though even that fuel and his frustration over losing can't stop the stunned blink of surprise when Raidou turns that brilliant smile on him. Red eyes widen slightly, head twitching back with a tiny noise of shock. The fuck?

He didn't think the guy had that kind of expression in him.

... whoa.]

You... You just wish that cause you won.

[It's been a hard couple of months here, but Raidou's finally finding reasons to have some fun. Do normal things, as everyone has told him to try. Finally find something to enjoy and not feel completely hopeless, despite the threat of kaiju looming in the future. Be a teenager.

He shrugs a little.]

Maybe. We'll have to come one more time before it closes for the season.

[They are encouraged to have a normal life here. As normal as possible for people pulled from their homes and made to live in a world with the constant threat of kaiju. Bakugo's even got his job on the police force to serve as some semblance of hero life back home. He can at least use his Quirk while out there smacking up criminals.]

Right. That's about a month before you graduate, huh.

[Some ice might last through March, but April's a nope.]

[Raidou starts to head towards the exit on the rink to have a seat on some nearby benches. Break time.]

Graduation is the twenty-second of March. [Since the new semester starts in April. Not that he's counting the days or anything.] So before then.

[Bakugo follows, taking a seat on the bench next to Raidou, elbows resting on his knees and one foot arching up on the toe of his skate. He checks his ankle a few times, making sure the previous ache is gone. Nothing bad.]

Within a week then.

So next week then? Maybe an hour or two later. Possibly less people out on the ice then.

[He thinks for a moment.]

Also gives us time to figure out what to bet. What do you say?

Closer to night would keep more people off the rink. When do they close? [Not that they can't just find a frozen pond or lake somewhere around the city and go skating there. If they want to risk getting yelled at.] Tch, bring it on, Shashou. Bet something you won't mind paying up.

1100. So we can show up an hour before close.

[He thinks for a moment.]

... Loser has to cook the winner dinner.

[Both of them seemed pretty handy in the kitchen, right?]

do a figure eight for me (closed)

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literally flipped a coin for the winner lol

i was gonna pitch baku as losing anyways, so works out!

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he did, I typoed ><

juuust checkin~

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