#batarou week

[molvno]

//1: fight

[paperficwriter]

Day In and Day Out (Day 3 of Batarou Week)

When Garou came to live with Badd, the hero resigned himself to having adopted another animal rather than living with a partner. It was accurate at first, with how Garou prowled around, situating himself wherever he liked (even if it wasn’t in a place he had been invited to be), taking things that he wanted without asking, and lazing the day away while Badd went out to pummel monsters.

Of course, the good part was that in many ways Garou was as affectionate as a pet too. When Badd came home, he met him at the door, excitedly rubbing against him, regardless of his gross state. He crawled into bed with him, resting his head on his chest, nosing at his neck and ear and insisting that he pet him until they both fell asleep. And there was humping, but…Badd didn’t exactly use rolled-up newspapers to handle that.

Days off were a bit more complicated.

“Garou, I gotta clean up the apartment.”

“Noooo…stay in bed with me.”

“This is the first day all week I don’t gotta patrol! Zenko’s gonna kill me if it gets any worse.”

Garou let out a thin, high whine, latching himself onto Badd’s body. Somehow he had managed to keep the human monster’s hand out of his pants but now he was literally wrapped around him with all his long, tight limbs.

“Fine.” Badd used the deep stores of energy that he usually got paid to employ and hoisted himself out of bed, Garou in tow. “Have it your way, Stretch.”

One of the many problems Badd had had to learn to deal with when it came to living with the ex-hero-hunter was that their relationship was like one rock and one hard place, both of their stubborn natures clashing until someone got tired—not gave in, not agreed, but very specifically were worn out by the elements of time and fatigue.

“This is the pot on the stove all over again,” Badd groused as something pulled in his leg.

Garou gave his neck a petulant chew. “I used it for tea. It was perfectly clean. It didn’t need to be washed.”

“I don’t know how many times we gotta have this talk, Garou. If ya use somethin,’ ya clean it.”

“I’m not wasting my time on something that just had water in it.”

“And ya didn’t have to use it anyway! That’s what we have an electrical kettle for, dumbass!”

The pot sat there for a month until Zenko eventually washed it. However, when unyielding idiocy became a point of contention in social outings, no one else understood what a pot on a stove had to do with anything, but it always devolved into Badd and Garou arguing.

This time, the breaking point came when Badd was dusting a shelf in the living room. Garou gestured at it with his chin. “Missed a spot.”

That was when they started rolling around on the floor after Badd dropped Garou on his back.

And then that might have led to other horseplay, and that might have wrecked Badd’s thoughts of changing the bed because that was hard to do with two bodies in it.

“Can’t believe you got me back here. Pain in the ass.”

Garou snickered, reaching over to play with the hair on the back of his neck. It was all a mess; Badd never put it up on days off. “Yeah, you really tried to stop me, Metal Bat.”

“Tch. Stop this,” he challenged and leaned over to give him a hard smooch, knowing that Garou would do the exact opposite. Sure enough, they didn’t part until Garou was happy with the full-contact map he had made of the inside of Badd’s mouth.

But the thing was…as time went on, certain things just started happening that were so seamless that Badd almost missed them.

The way Garou would join him in the kitchen when he was making dinner, scooping up dirty dishes to make room for the cutting board, tossing out the shitty ends of vegetables and fluffing the rice when the appliance sang its little song.

And then he started being around more when Zenko got home instead of slinking off to Badd’s bedroom. And, sure, sometimes “helping with homework” was talking about how “math was bullshit,” but when Zenko wanted a snack after school, Badd found Garou more than once holding her up with one arm as she picked whatever she wanted from the pantry.

There were family nights with movies and board games.

And outings with the three of them at the festivals.

Before Badd knew it, he wasn’t always coming home to having to do everything himself after a whole day of hero work. Sometimes the dishes were done. Sometimes the floor was swept. And once or twice there was dinner ready, even if it was either rice with almost-rare meat and zero vegetables or a curry possessing a unique blend of flavors (good luck asking Garou what was in it— “What recipe?”).

He thought about these things when he lay down next to Garou at night, a cool, lean cheek pressed into his as his long arms made him a tight little spoon. “‘Ey, G.”

“Hmm?”

Badd touched his cheek and angled his face back to kiss him. “Love ya. I’m glad you’re here with me.”

Garou smiled and nuzzled him back. “Love you too. But we’ll see how glad you are when you see I ate the last pudding.”

Well. There would always be those moments, too.

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Batarou Week:  Wednesday Gen!  ‘Vacation Time’

“how does your hair still do that when it’s wet.”

[sunflower-fish]

My dumbass thought Sunday came before Saturday. Don't ask why I thought that, but here's the Sunday Batarou Week on Moving In.

What an idiot he was.

Metal Bat, a hero, getting the room set for Garou of all people to sleep in.

Zenko surprisingly didn't mind having to move to the smaller room, the one closest to Badd's own room. He didn't know if it was because she felt safest closer to him, or if she was just being generous to the new roommate.

Hopefully Badd could find the fucker.

Who knew where Garou went. But he at least hoped he was still underneath that bridge in City Q. Or else he'd have to look for him all over again.

"I have the bedding!" Zenko announced, placing the pile on the empty bed. "Now you go find him!"

"You've got this on your own?" Badd asked.

"It's just the bedding left, right?" Badd nodded. "Then I have it. So go find him," Badd chuckled to himself as she pushed him out into the hallway, closing the bedroom door behind him.

Thankfully Garou was at the same spot Badd had found him last time. How he survived last night's blizzard Badd had no idea. But he knew he wasn't gonna let the dumbass spend another night outside in the freezing cold.

"C'mon," Badd ordered, lightly kicking Garou's knee. "Ge'up," Garou groaned, but didn't fight Badd's commands, slowly getting up to his feet.

"What do you want?" He scowled.

"C'mon," Badd turned and started back home, Breifly stopping when he noticed Garou wasn't following. "I'm not gonna say it again," Garou merely rolled his eyes but followed when Badd started walking again.

It took longer to get home than it was to reach Garou's hide out. He assumed it was thanks to him stopping every now and then to make sure the idiot didn't drop dead behind him. But when they reached home, Badd pushed Garou inside.

"Oh!" Zenko hopped off the couch and ran over, taking Badd's jacket, who dragged Garou to the restroom.

"Get yourself washed up. And I'll find somethin better than whatever the hell it is you're wearin," Badd told, closing the bathroom door and heading down the hall to his own room.

He was sure he had some old clothes that'd possibly fit Garou. Of course he would get the fuck head his own clothes someday, but it was already 9pm.

"Find him in the same spot?" Badd nodded. "Good,"

"Here," Badd handed Garou the outfit. "Hopefully they fit," Garou nodded his thanks, heading back inside the restroom, Badd heading down to the kitchen to make dinner. He cooked more than what was needed, but figured Garou would be starving, which he ended up being right about.

Zenko had told him to slow down about five times, and each time Garou would, but of course went back to scarfing food down his throat.

"Night big bro!" Zenko called from down the hall. "Night Garou!"

"Night sis!" Badd replied, nudging Garou's foot, who swallowed whatever food he had in his mouth.

"Night lil bat!" He called.

After Zenko went to bed it didn't take long for Garou to fill up, and that's when Badd realized how fucking tired the guy was.

"Done?" Badd asked, standing up and taking care of the dishes. He almost jumped when he found Garou right behind him with the plates. He took them and placed them among the rest of their dishes. "C'mon," Badd headed down the hall to the spare room and opened the door, gesturing inside. "You can sleep here,"

"Thanks," Garou mumbled, heading inside and closing the door before Badd could say anything, who stood there a few seconds to process what he just said before heading to his own room, deffinately not thinking on how this was such a bad idea.