TM &amp; HM Fundamentals

A Winter’s Visit

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Giovanni is more than prepared when Mathew arrives. Surprisingly, he’s dressed casually for once, his usual crisp business suit exchanged for a far more comfortable crewneck, sweater, and khakis. He’s still very well cleaned up, but probably looks far less opposing than he does in his usual attire. He’s clearly made an effort to look nice for Mathew, and he smiles when Mathew is led to him, dismissing his executive with a wave of his hand.

Mathew speaks first. Giovanni’s smile remains. “I am, actually,” he replies, “and I hope you are, as well.” Of course, he’s never forward with what he wants. Giovanni prefers conniving and scheming, and that’s probably why he’s such a good mob boss. Instead, he laughs warmly when Mathew questions the summons, and leans forward on the balls of his feet. “No,” he replied, “not really need. More like… wanting company, while I’m here. Wondering if you’d like to spend some time here, too. Just for a little while, as a treat. A vacation?”

His eyes grow wider, more innocent than ever as Giovanni mentions a vacation. He only has the clothes on his back, his head coming to tilt as he thinks Giovanni needs something on site. He flushes now, not even thinking to pack and knows this will present a problem.

❝I wasn’t aware you’d want to spend time with someone like me on the holidays. I didn’t pack a bag so I don’t think I should stay too long. P-perhaps a text would have given me time to prepare?❞ he comes across blunt, but the scientist doesn’t mean to at all.

❝But we can do something you like before I go??❞ he tries to compromise with the other, so he doesn’t want to disappoint him. Not entirely.

A Winter’s Visit

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He’d sent someone to pick him up. Giovanni may have enjoyed the solitude of his cabin (well, cabin was likely a rather underwhelming way to describe it, as the building itself was huge,) deep in the woods and isolated on a particularly beautiful spit of land in the mountains, enjoyed the inherent ruggedness of living, even for the holidays, so far from civilization, but he wasn’t a caveman; he still had people when he needed things urgently. And Mathew just so happened to be one of the things he needed urgently.

Giovanni had invited him to spend a little time in this quaint little hideaway, wouldn’t have taken ‘no’ for an answer. Because Mathew was his friend, and obviously, this was something friends did for each other, yes? And how relaxing a snowy mountain vacation would be! Yes, obviously these were the only motivating factors for Mathew’s invitation. While one of his executives was busy chauffeuring Mathew to the cabin (disguised, of course,) Giovanni did what he could to prepare; had some grunts deliver enough groceries to last the visit, cleaned the rooms and bathrooms, made sure there was enough fuel to last the fire, and even took stock of the accessories for outdoorsy adventures. He was adamant about cutting down his own trees on the worst of years. But most of all, he spent his time meticulously planning every last step that would win him the most coveted of prizes; inviting Mathew was only the first step, after all.

It’s strange to be approached in such a way. He’s whisked away out of his home, away from his family to spend it in the presence of a man he’s wary of. They may be friends, but Mathew airs on the side of caution and knows better than to sway to his side to truly work for him in the ways Giovanni wants. Those at Silph aren’t content with his choice and though he’s pressured to join, and that’s where he currently refuses the other’s commands and whims.

He believes it’s going to happen again as he’s led inside a large cabin, violet hues wide and lips parting in sheer surprise. He can’t believe all this, bewildered as he’s led to where Giovanni is. He feels shy the instant his eyes meet the other’s own and carefully he folds his hands before him, tugs at the fabric of his clothes.

❝I see you’re enjoying the...erm... holidays?❞ it’s a lame way to start all this, to be alone with him here. ❝Did you need me here for something?❞

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To hell with Christmas

@tmtheory

For someone being named after the very epicenter of Christmas, Jesus was specially unenthusiastic about the holiday. Ever since he was a child he had always spent it on his lonesome, and the images of cheerful families and couples did nothing but intensify the loneliness -and eventual anger- he felt.

Whatever feelings of wishful longing he had as a child, looking at a seemingly cheerful world through the tarnished glass of a high-class apartment with no one but himself occupying it were long gone. His teenage years had been so far an infinite repetition of him getting in troubles -bringing havoc in whichever way he could.

Today wouldn’t be any different. Hands in his pockets and his loyal doberman following after him loyally, Jesus’ eyes were those of a predator looking for his next prey. Someone to vent his angers in… someone he could beat to a pulp.

Yet pink eyes stopped half-way as he met the face of a certain professor, big glasses and reddish hair bringing attention over his person almost as much as his clumsy demeanor. Jesus was not one to often assist to class, but this own teacher was notorious enough for him to remember.

Lips tilting to a half-smirk, Jesus gave a long stride forward, easily catching up to the other. Taking advantage of the fact that he hadn’t been noticed he made a loud barking sound right besides the other ear, awaiting for a scared reaction with a haughty grin.

“Yoo, sensei. What’cha doing out here, all alone like this?”

He’s happy in those blissful moments before he becomes a target. His smile is warm, features eager as he holds a bag full of sweet treats close in his arms. He’s about to make off with his stash of goods to enjoy them at the nearby park when his train of thought is shattered.

A bark resounds behind his ear and in seconds his cry sounds out over Christmas merriment and the very bark that terrifies him. He lurches forward, the bag falling out of his arms as he spins around and throws his hands up into the air. Wild animated gestures follow and he believes a ‘Be a good DOGGIE’ howls past his lips before the distinct voice of a fellow student reaches his ears.

Instantly he feels his cheeks flourish in scarlet and though his eyes are drawn wide, fear in them, they come to settle on...

❝Jesus?❞ he blurts the name, fumbles with his own posture and finds his gaze darting around just to see who is staring at them. Quite a few people. Though he tries to calm the rapid pound of his heart, he finds it near impossible with all the excitement. ❝Y-you scared me. I.. wasn’t expecting that--!❞ It’s mean, he knows, but he can only wonder what the boy hopes to achieve all the way out here.

❝I was about to go to the park to enjoy some sweets and watch the lights-- are you going too?❞

Lesson One: Don’t Fall

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He wants to spend time with Yacchan on the holidays. He even goes as far as to make himself believe he can actually go ice skating and stay upright for more than a few meager seconds. It’s a frivolous dream, one that starts to crumble the instance he stands up in his ice skates. And though his cheeks are rosy, eyes alight with eagerness with a lopsided smile reserved especially for him, he begins to feel his knees buckle and regret lurches in his stomach.

He tries to wobble towards the younger man, tries to pick his legs up higher through the drifts of snow and lacks a sense of balance the moment his foot sinks further into the ground than he ever anticipates. He topples in an instant, a loud yelp quickly growing muffled as he lands face first into a snow drift.

This is going to be harder than he first thought. Why did he think ice skating at a park was a good idea when he can’t even walk in normal shoes? In those seconds as he awkwardly tried to find some form of means to push himself upright he realizes he is no natural on the ice, and that this plan is a very, very bad idea.

Mathew Jermain has appeared! What to do?

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Service || Mathew & Giovanni

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A smirk plays across Giovanni’s lips as Mathew takes the proper seat; the weight of him on his lap is pleasing. Perhaps, he muses, this whole thing will be a lot more painless than he initially expected. Yet, caution remains in his actions and his words. He places one hand on Mathew’s shoulder as they sit, rubbing gently with his thumb.

“I think we can both agree, it was worth the price,” he ventures, “and you know me, Mathew. I’m not fussed about when I get the money, not particularly. But….” Even though they’re already so close, he leans in further, pulling Mathew further to nestle him in. “There are things that can be done with value more than what you earn now, yes? Certain…. services you can perform, let’s say. Certain actions taken and more time spent here. With me. Do you understand?”

❝T-things?❞ he looks up then, eyes full of fear as he takes Giovanni in. What is he hatching this time? He knows better, and with glass trembling in hand he complies and leans into him. The wheels turn in his head, and yet he falls short of a real answer.

❝I don’t understand how spending time with you... means I’ll be paid more.❞

Service || Mathew & Giovanni

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Giovanni doesn’t answer right away. Words, carefully chosen in the right order and at the right time, could change the entirety of a pitch’s reception, after all. “Like I said,” he vaguely replies, “I just thought we could talk. Would you like some wine?” He had some employees bring it for him earlier; a fine pinot noir from one of his favorite estates. There was no reason to scare Mathew off. Honey rather than vinegar, yes? He steps away to pour two glasses, but takes his own and sits back into a heavy armchair, crossing one ankle over the other knee.

“You’re right, of course. I did promise you,” he continues, “and I like to think I’m a reasonable man, wouldn’t you agree? Of course we could work something else out. You’d like to put all that behind us, wouldn’t you?”

There’s always a catch. He knows this, and Giovanni decides to draw things out. He’s always been like that, even when they were younger. He knows this game and when Giovanni sits, he follows, draws closer to accept his wine and to nervously take it in hand. He finds himself knocking it back quickly, nearly choking on it infact, his nerves about him almost getting the best of him. He recovers as gracefully as he can, and carefully makes his move.

His features are scarlet by the time he seats himself in Giovanni’s lap, just as he knows he likes it. ❝I don’t want to owe anyone anymore. I-it was enough to even be put into debt in the first place.❞ but what else could he do? ❝I..I’m listening, though.❞ Now if only he could become drunk to steel his nerves.

Service || Mathew & Giovanni

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He wants to play dumb. They both know why he’s here. Giovanni watches Mathew’s form as he takes in the view upon the city, knows he’s stalling. That’s okay. He doesn’t mind playing, too. It all leads to the same place, in the end. Giovanni was sure that was something they both knew, too. So he slapped on his most charming, most practiced businessman’s smile and began his approach, but before a move can be made, Mathew turns on him, strikes the conversation to try and burn everything else away.

“Well, I’m certainly here for a break, too,” he replies. Mirth dances in his eyes as Mathew questions whether or not he’s in trouble, and he almost laughs. “No, of course not. I’ve spoken with your supervisor. Things seem to be progressing on-track. I just thought….” He paused. Mathew certainly owed a great debt to Team Rocket’s coffers. He could always owe more, of course. And he could owe less. Neither had much to do with the other, but both had everything to do with Giovanni’s whim and Mathew’s willingness to deal with his bullshit. “I just thought, maybe we could talk. About what your path is, here, yes? About perhaps getting you back to normalcy on… an accelerated track. Would that interest you?”

His heart begins to thrum a steady tune in his chest and dread twist in the pits of his stomach when Giovanni asked if him paying the other off could accelerate. He hopes he isn’t wanting to mention his experiences with developing him weapons-- a means to abuse the TMs he creates. He draws in a breath as the other closes in, yet he’s forced to stand still, to gauge him carefully with a wary gaze.

❝I would like to, but again... I... don’t want my research used for nefarious means. T-that is why I am in your debt. Y-you promised...❞ his words were meek, weak and he found he couldn’t continue to speak as worry overcame him. ❝I-is it something else...perhaps?❞

Service || Mathew & Giovanni

@tmtheory

He wasn’t the Boss for nothing, after all.

Giovanni oversaw all aspects of Team Rocket, to some degree. All aspects of its business, at any rate, and its business tended to include the numerous front companies and shady businesses tangled so far up in their own webs that their ownership was rarely, if ever, traced back to him. Especially not by the wrong people. Some, perhaps, were aware of the skeevy dives and various “massage parlours” Giovanni owned around the KohJoh areas, and fewer were privy to the fact that these were the various bases of operation—and, in the case of this particular dark, seedy strip club, the designated playground—of Team Rocket. Yes, Giovanni wasn’t the boss for nothing, and it was good to be king. The king, after all, always got what he wanted. Power warranted hedonism.

Half pleasure palace and half business, the Seducente Palazzo was Giovanni’s most preferred relaxation hubs for a complex of reasons; one just so happened to be who he summoned that evening. Giovanni had more than one private room at the Palazzo, but this one in particular was notable for its view; the top floor of the small building, but at the top of a hill overlooking the city proper, and in darkness, the lights and heart of Saffron came alive, gleaming as the ultimate “fuck you” to the cold and distant universe. It wasn’t nearly as heavy with incense as the rest of the building, but maintained the seductive Gothic decor he so admired. This was where he summoned him, that evening. This was where he waited, so patiently for now, to indulge in pleasure he had long desired.

He was ready and waiting when he arrived, let him in and gently, yet adamantly, shut closed the door behind him. Their last encounter had been a pleasant surprised, but it hadn’t been nearly enough. “Good evening,” he greeted, “Come in. Sit. I thought perhaps you’d enjoy a break.”

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His nerves were about him. They always were when it involves Giovanni. He’s always been wary of him, even when he worked at Silph, even when he had had been saved by the man he now greeted at the door. A bow of his head and he slipped inside, held onto his arm as he never finds himself getting used to these rich and fancy places. He feels his presence behind him, but refuses to really move and wander as the cityscape alone absorbs his attention. He already knows what he wants; the man has wanted it ever since they were younger and before he can strike he turns, words quick to tumble from his lips as fear settles in the pits of his stomach.

❝T-thank you, but... shouldn’t I be asking that of you? I think you work harder than any of us.”❞ his voice trembles, uncertainty in his eyes as he wonders why Giovanni requires him to be there. He’s no good at his, a not-to-be-touched host that earns him enough money and yet he knows there are others out there better suited for what the boss of rocket needs from him. ❝I’m.. ah... not in trouble, am I?❞ Perhaps that’s why he’s here. He’s not paying off his debts fast enough or perhaps Gio wants to ask him for his expertise again-- something he has to refuse.

His work.. his.. morals. He still clings hold of them.

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Bakugo stood back up ❝Alright, I’ll whip somethin’ up real quick then.❞ He walked out of the bedroom, not really suspecting anything.

Minutes later, Bakugo came back with the food that was placed on the tray along with some drinks. The food was a plate of Tonkatsu Curry, a small bowl of miso soup, some pickled radish, and two cups of drink, one water and one soda. ❝Oi your food is d–❞ He stares at Mathew and he places the tray on the table.

He walks up to the other and immediately lifts him up. He drops him onto the bed and he sits down on the floor. He soon points at the food ❝Eat.❞

It’s working! He feels victorious as Bakugo looks him down and all he can do is smile nervously back up at him. He thinks he’s going to comply, thinks he’s gotten away with it and is about to comment on the food when he feels something lift his long and lanky frame into the air.

❝H-hey Mister Bakugo!!?❞ He barely has time to squirm and wriggle and like a child is placed back on the bed. He stares, flabbergasted at how easily his plan is foiled, yet Mathew isn’t quick to give up. ❝I would but this is your bed-- my spot should be in the floor. It’s not your fault I came here--❞ He manages to get out, though it’s clear he doesn’t wish to anger the other at such a late hour. ❝It’s kind of you, but it’s not necessary...❞ He wonders if he could even pick Bakugo up and quickly decides against it. He’s likely to get punched over something like trying to move him.

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Bakugo closed the door behind him and he walks to his closet. He pulls out a couple of blankets and grabs one of the pillows from his bed then tosses it down onto the floor with the blankets. He sat there, practically saying he’s taken the floor and Mathew can take the bed.

❝No, I was just in the middle of watchin’ something.❞ He yawns, leaning back on the bed frame ❝Make yourself at home or something. If you’re hungry I can go make something quick in the kitchen.❞

He notices instantly when the other makes arrangements to sleep on the floor. His smile fades, brows furrowing as he’s not about to let the other merely sleep on the floor when he’s being the invasive one. He knows better than to argue, and so, when Bakugo offers food Mathew conjures a fool proof idea. If he gets him to move, he can simply take over his spot! He wouldn’t dare contest that, would he? Would he...? He waits a moment, almost as if trying to make up his mind before nodding. He has to try this at least.

❝Food sounds nice. You always make the best meals!❞ He tries to top it off with a compliment, smile back in place as he just knows this is going to work.

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His smile remains timid and unsure as he’s stared down, yet all he does is fold his arms before him and waits patiently for Bakugo to come to a decision. He’s almost surprised that he allows him inside the room and once inside all Mathew can do is take the little area in and instantly he knows it belongs to the very one living in it. It seems to like him that his smile can’t help but to spread further and before he knows it his thoughts focus directly on that. It’s a vicious cycle and yet he still forces a smile as he looks back at him.

❝I hope I wasn’t disturbing anything. Uhm, I thought it would be best to come here instead of the labs....❞ He admits softly, gaze trailing away to focus on the wall instead. He’s never been comfortable admitting that his quirk causes draw backs of its own, not when others go through a lot more than a tendency to lose control over their thoughts. ❝I’m trying to respect your wises by doing better, but I’m afraid I’m unsure how to cope with this.❞ It’s strange that he feels he can trust his companion with knowing-- when he can tell no others.

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Bakugo leans back on the chair ❝The more you talk the more you sound like fucking Deku. Stop comparing yourself to me. You have your specialty and I have mine. No one’s the same and no one’s gonna be the fucking same. If we are, we’re fucking robots.❞ He kicks him right in the shin ❝Now start eating you fucking giant gingerbread.❞

He crosses his arms at his chest, huffing as he looked away ❝Listen, I’m not the only one who’s got you working on my shit. You got fuck ton of others too that means you’re the only one who knows our shit really well and our designs to a t. Our gears and shit are your creations, no one else’s. No one can copy it. If you end up being out of commission because you didn’t take care of yourself, we’re gonna have to wait. Waiting isn’t a fucking option either.❞ He frowns ❝..You’re my partner. Its my duty as an up coming pro hero to take care of my partner. My supporter. Because if I can’t do that, then I fail as a hero.❞

❝W-well it’s really hard not to do that. You’re honestly amazing at what you do, do you realize that? And I’m not saying we’re robots, however, it only makes us more human to dream and aspire to be that helpful. You’re inspiring is what i’m trying to say...❞ He doesn’t understand why it’s wrong to think that, to want to do more than simply craft and invent as he knows he’s quite useless if thrust into a bad situation. He even tries to ignore the name calling though even knowing it’s just how Baku acts doesn’t make it hurt any less.

❝I-I understand, but Bakugo please understand that since I’m the only one who works on these creations that often times means I have no choice but to push myself as hard as I can to have a good turnaround. I really don’t mind and you haven’t failed. I won’t let it get that far as I realize what responsibilities you hold over me as well as others.❞

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Bakugo stopped, turned around and yanked the other down so hard that their noses touched ❝It isn’t just one fucking meal you shitty Weasley.❞ He snarled at the other ❝You are going to fucking eat until you can survive the fucking day. If you fucking overwork yourself without much food, you’re gonna fucking pass out. And guess who’s gonna have to deal with that mess? So unless you want to be less of a fucking burden to your peers, fucking think about your damn health.❞

He continued walking and as soon as they got to the lunch room, he shoves Mathew forward. The blond looked at the cooking hero and started pointing at all the food Mathew’s going to be eating. He even grabbed the taller male by the necktie so he won’t try to escape while he’s ordering a lot of food.

Once that was done, he carried the tray and dragged the other to an empty table. He slammed the food down, forced the other to sit and pushes the food towards him. He sits across him and stares, glaring him down so he can start eating.

❝B-but Bakugo there’s just so much that needs to be done. I lose track of time b-but don’t worry I’ll be alright. You concern is appreciated though, really!❞ He realizes he can potentially become a burden, realizes he’s prone to losing track of time to the point of not eating, but never has he collapsed from it. Not yet at least and he doesn’t plan for that to happen. But how to reassure Bakugo of this?

❝I don’t have powers like you do. The least I can do is produce as much of my work as possible. It’s necessary for the protection of the students who rely on me to work on their gear...❞ He puts them first as he always has, that much hasn’t changed even now.

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Well he was calm until the other admitted to not eating at all. ❝HUH!? YOU DIDN’T FUCKING EAT BREAKFAST!? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? YOU HAVE A FUCKING BRAIN, USE IT YOU FUCKING IDIOT!❞ He gets up and grabs him by the collar ❝AND DON’T FUCKING LAUGH LIKE IT ISN’T NOTHING! YOUR ASS IS COMING WITH ME, GOT IT WEASLEY!?❞

He isn’t even going to bother to wait for his answer, he immediately dragged him out of the room and towards the cafeteria.

It’s far too late to take back the words that slip so easily from his lips. He knows better than the blurt something so freely before him and yet all the same he harbors an unyielding honesty and that often times has his companion more upset than happy. He denotes the change immediately, panic arising in his eyes and yet before he can move he snatches hold of his collar and as funny as it is to drag someone significantly taller than him across the room it certainly doesn’t feel nice to hunch over as he tries to keep up.

❝I-it’s fine!! It’s just a little breakfast...? I-I mean not that breakfast is bad-- it’s just one meal...! Y-you don’t have to drag me you know!!❞ He tries to calm him down, makes a mistake in seeming to dismiss his least favorite meal of the day as he’s more likely to burn it than enjoy it as his skills at cooking are atrocious.

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Bakugo rested his head on top of his arms that were folded on the table. He watched the support student just walk around, going through some designs for each hero students’ costume.

❝..Its lunch time you know…❞

It’s not new that he’s forgotten to eat. He’s so busy with his back hunched over a table, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he focuses on his current design. He’s making improvements on it, enhancements based of data he’s collected via programs that collect data based on the wearer’s choices and actions. It helps make customization easier and he’s so engrossed it’s quite some time before he even notices Bakugo there. Infact, he doesn’t even notice until he speaks up and that’s when his head snaps up, violet eyes drawing wide in surprise before the embarrassment settles in.

He instantly feels bad and wonders how long Bakugo’s been there with him. He tries to settle, aims to smile shyly at him as he reminds himself to sit straighter, to correct his ill posture.

❝Is it? I forgot to eat breakfast this morning so I probably need to stop and eat, huh?❞ He tries to brush it off with a laugh, just as cheery as ever as he watches his companion. ❝Y-you weren’t waiting to eat lunch with me for a long time, were you?❞