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[personal profile] blastedass 2026-01-07 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[He can get gloomy, sullen, brooding, melodramatic if something fucks up in his life badly. Mostly because he doesn't want other people to see him struggling with anything. Keeps his sadness and frustrations to himself and works through them on his own. That way people get to see what Hiyori sees. Well-rounded, self-reliant, strong and capable, certainly not someone who needs to get dragged out for social crap by overly extroverted companions! As Hiyori does exactly that. Brat.]

Excited? Heh, I'll crush you! [His lips hook upward at one corner, eyebrows dipping towards his nose in a challenging dare. He loves winning, but he loves obliterating a good opponent even more! Doesn't matter if it's a cutesy song or a rocking blaze, he'll own this dance and carry his victory high! There aren't many songs on the DDR list he'll recoil at. Doesn't mean zero. A few will get him smashing the skip button like it's a cockroach. But he's practiced on them regardless, refusing to be caught at a disadvantage in anything!

Bakugo takes his place on the stage, feet in the center block. 5 position. Oh is that Hiyori's ploy? He thinks choosing a song suiting his own tastes more than his is gonna throw Bakugo off. Muscles flex in his legs as he tenses himself in preparation. Like hell is he gonna let this guy get a single win over him! Rhythm is rhythm. Once he gets the beat of the song and the sight of the arrows, all that matters is following, each, and, every, one! His body moves in a mixture of aggressive assurance and fluid athleticism. No robotic steps or staccato motions on his side. Both arms hover outward at his side, using them as a guide to keep his balance and position his body.

Left foot covering 7 4 1 blocks, right foot taking 9 6 3, and using whichever to land 8 and 2, while always returning to 5 position, unless he foresees which side's coming up next. Step step, stomp stamp! His overshirt flutters behind his back as he swings his legs forward, one hand catching the railing behind him before hauling back and hitting the 1 and 3 squares in a hard blast. Landing the rhythm from the start. Words blaze across the screen, Good Job, Cool, Wow, Amazing, PERFECT! Hiyori's basking in the words while Bakugo lets himself move with the music's rhythm more.

Shit, missed that damn 8 arrow! SLAM! Right at the very last combo.]
Che! [Look at him, clicking his tongue in annoyance because he ended with an A rather than a A+!] Shitty arrow snuck past at the end!
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[personal profile] blastedass 2026-01-13 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Shut up and dance. [So mean! Hiyori's not wrong though; this is his way of showing excitement. An unrelenting force thrilled to utterly crush his opposition! Victory has always been what he strives for, uncontested wins! No matter if Hiyori is here or not, Bakugo won't go back on the person he is. This resort, the people he meets, nothing will eradicate his heart. The same as Hiyori's brilliant sunlight won't ever be put out. He trusts the idol to keep it that way, whether in the resort or back home.

Bakugo's battled several people in the arcade for position at the top; he's adjusted to the beat of someone next to him just as much as he's trained to use his explosions and combat alongside teammates and competitors. Even if he had a habit of treating the former like the latter a lot. He got better about it! Eventually. (Of course this stupid bird's gonna give the sleazy compliment for 69 score.) Hiyori's rhythm matches with his own several times, they keep in step and sync, the music and movement flow together. Before going their own way towards the very end.

And leaving him with that less than perfect result, earning the machine his glaring ire.]
I missed the last combo! My damn foot wouldn't move the way I told it to! [Right blame the foot. Not like he made a mistake or anything. Bakugo plants his hand on the controls and gives the wheel a spin. Colors and words shuffle round and around in a wild flash of psychedelic hues, songs looping garbled chimes as they scroll past the screen.]

I can handle anything this game throws at me! [Level 10 took him a while to get down, but he's been at the arcade for over a year now.] Next one's my choice. [Before locking in on a song with a fiery beat and pounding rhythm.] How high can you handle?
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[personal profile] blastedass 2026-01-16 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
You believe a word that comes outta that squid's mouth? [He rolls his head on his neck and fixes Hiyori with a dry expression over his shoulder. Kleken himself, in a moment of sincerity, told Bakugo not to believe anything he said. And in that instance at least, the blonde believed him. Hasn't helped Kleken much since, but that's his problem. Still doesn't excuse Bakugo's foot for not listening to what he told it to do!] I'm getting a perfect next time!

[That's the important part! Oy! What're you getting disappointed about?! Song choice is give and take! At least Bakugo's not slapping death metal on the screen. (There is no death metal in the game.) Shouldn't surprised anyone his pick has a beat and rhythm he can get behind, edging as close to "intense" as he can push DDR into being.]

It doesn't go to 100! [Says the guy who'd crow about smashing through to 100 if the game had that. But he throws the difficulty meter to the highest, a solid 10, and the screen blares red in excitement and warning. Hot challengers on deck this time! Bakugo's lips split into a feral grin when Hiyori tries backing out and sticking with "two" notches.]

Too late, Parrot. You said 100! Do it or die!

[And slams the START button, kicking the game into its new tune with pulsating beat and reverberating fireworks bursting on the screen.]
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[personal profile] blastedass 2026-01-22 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
Che. So you're not some sucker getting taken in by him. [He knows Hiyori's a smart guy, but he's also kind and trusting, and Kleken's the sort who lies and manipulates for his own entertainment. Bakugo scoffs at the idea of meeting Kleken in the Vale.] He'll never be there as early as I am.

[Jogging through the forest trails with the sun barely leaving its horizon home? Nah, he can't see the tentacled conman getting up so early, unless he spent the entire night awake doing slinky deeds.] You're one of those people who think animals can tell if someone's good or bad?

[Like hell is he gonna let Hiyori pour his sunshine music through his head without taking some kind of break from it! He has to get his own preferences in there as well. Sucks the machine doesn't include any rock songs, but he's found enough intense beats to satisfy his badass cravings. Bakugo barks out a laugh at the other boy's protest.]

Don't get pissed I called your bluff! [Now Hiyori has to own up to those bravado words! He braces his hands on the bar behind him, legs spreading in preparation for the music, and the second it kicks off, he's in motion. Arrows pour down the screen, sometimes a waterfall cascade of direction, sometimes sticking drips demanding pinpoint action mid breath. Red eyes narrow on the screen, occasionally widening as a stray arrow flies past his proverbial foot. Dammit! He's practiced on 10 several times, but even he's no perfect master.

Besides, since becoming an Ace, Bakugo's not had need to hit the arcade anywhere near as often as when he was a 3. He left it alone more so other low ranks could use it and earn vouchers without having to contend with his high scores. Doesn't mean he's out of practice!

His feet are a blur across the arrows, tromping a clockwise path in rapid succession. Sweat gleams on his forehead, breath catching in his chest, twisting around to avoid tangling his legs. Among the rhythm of the song and his own steps, he hears Hiyori's pace starting to catch up and break even. Tch, the hell-? He's using Bakugo's motions to lock in his own rhythm?! ... He'd be impressed if he weren't pissed about it! Like a runner catching up to the lead, Hiyori's bringing his pace in line with the blonde's, nearing the song's end with almost perfect matches. Their feet are practically in sync with each other, skin glowing in the screen's flashing intensity. Shit, he's not even paying attention to his legs, instinctively translating screen directions to limb movement. Not some damn pushover even at max difficulty! Bakugo's expression cracks open in a grin, exhilarated by the thrill of a great challenge!

Until something happens and Hiyori completely falls apart beside him. He slams the final two chords on his feet and lets his arms drop to his side, breathing hard and rolling his shoulder. Good, but... his own screen pulses a big shiny "B" in his face. Level 10 is still fucking hard!]
Oy! What the hell tripped you up, Hiyori?! You were on beat for almost half the song!

[Yeah, he's not happy he won; he's uppity cause his partner crashed.]