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It’s amongst all the auburn leaves peeking through their slightly open curtain in which Todoroki Shouto finds his eyes looking perhaps a little bit too longingly at his partner – Bakugou Katsuki. Because he’s absolutely stunning, Todoroki often wonders how he isn’t staring at Bakugou all the time. Who has that ability to tear their eyes away from him? There clearly is something that isn’t quite right if one is not blatantly staring at Bakugou Katsuki.
“Stop staring”, Bakugou growls out and whacks Todoroki with his pants before he slips them on, shimmying his legs through the fabric that latches onto the smooth skin and lean legs that taste like melted butter on toast. Todoroki knows, because he had dragged his tongue across those very enticing legs not even 8 hours ago.
Groaning, Todoroki shifts himself so he’s sitting up and getting a better view of Bakugou pulling his pants over his thinly cotton-brief clad butt. It was round, plump, and never failed to feel absolutely like heaven under Todoroki’s ministrations. He doesn’t stop staring. Even when Bakugou huffs, turns around and has his hands on his waist – so thin for a man – and tells Todoroki off, again, “you stare too much, stop it!”
“Why?” Todoroki lifts his eyes and stares right into Bakugou’s eyes, “is it uncomfortable for you?”
“No!” Bakugou refutes straight away, “who’d get creeped out with you staring at them?”
Todoroki blinks a few times, “what if I was five times your age…”
Bakugou raises an eyebrow.
“And still perving on you?” Todoroki asks as he waves at himself, sitting on their bed naked and very obviously looking at Bakugou inappropriately (very debatable).
“And we’re still dating?” Bakugou clicks his tongue.
“Well”, Todoroki shrugs, “yeah I’d still like to pound you into the bed”.
Bakugou rolls his eyes, “whatever, go get some coffee and wake up”, he picks up a shirt and pulls it over his head as he walks out of their bedroom muttering about how he’d even be able to do that as a pile of bones.
“What if I was wrinkly with warts all over my face?” Todoroki asks after Bakugou as he follows Bakugou out, pulling on his own underwear and then pants and a shirt.
“What?” Bakugou laughs, “to cover up your stupid scarred face?”
“I’m not Harry Potter”, Todoroki quips, nose scrunching at the jab.
“You wish you were”, Bakugou turns around and smirks.
“I don’t want to be an orphan”, Todoroki says quietly with a deepening frown.
Bakugou’s face drops straight away. He walks towards Todoroki until he can wrap his arms the other, and does exactly so, “didn’t mean it like that”.
“I know”, Todoroki sighs and puts his own arms around Bakugou and uses this chance to snuggle close.
On the days they finish work around the same time, they usually get back home around the same time. Which was the best sort of arrangement for Todoroki. Some days, Bakugou will amuse him with a knowing smirk and stand in the bathroom, waiting. Todoroki swallows thickly before he helps Bakugou strip down after a long day at work. Some days, Bakugou doesn’t tease him and efficiently strips off all his clothes before hopping straight into the shower to rinse. Most days, Bakugou will leave space in the bath so that Todoroki can join him with their legs pressed against each other, fingers darting out to find each other. It was a warm and comfortable amount of cramp-ness. They definitely chose the right bathtub. No matter what sort of day it was, Todoroki found himself anticipating seeing Bakugou’s milky skin. It was slightly disconcerting, as Todoroki knows it’s not like he hit puberty late, there isn’t an obvious reason for his sudden increase in attraction and horniness for Bakugou.
Today, Todoroki can tell from the way Bakugou walks into the bathroom that he won’t mind if the Todoroki Shouto himself helped him remove his clothes.
“Katsuki”, Todoroki breathes out ghostly as his fingers play with the hem of Bakugou’s sleeve.
“You’re such a pervert”, Bakugou comments as Todoroki pulls down the zip of Bakugou’s light cardigan.
“Ah”, Todoroki comes to a sudden realisation, “so if I were a pervert perving on you, that would make you uncomfortable?”
“Do I look uncomfortable to you at the moment!?” Bakugou aims to whack Todoroki across the head, but Todoroki dodges easily.
“True that”, Todoroki admits easily he is a pervert. It’s true that he likes looking at Bakugou dressed up in as many layers as possible, because it means to him, more things to remove, a build-up of anticipation, the more furry and fluffy he will feel. So, if that is to Bakugou, what a pervert is, then Todoroki will always admit he is one, so long as Bakugou keeps feeding him. Todoroki understands that some people prefer their partners to be lightly dressed, because it meant there is more to ogle at, and the time to get to the prized skin is much shorter. But, the mystery of what is shrouded by the different layers is much more intriguing, much more exciting and made Todoroki Shouto that much more of a pervert.
Unfortunately, early autumn meant that Bakugou still dressed lightly. A mere thin cardigan or jacket over his tank top which did not leave much to the imagination. Though, one could argue that Todoroki himself already knew enough to leave nothing to the imagination. And he is proud of it. Immensely so.
Bakugou breathes a puff of air into Todoroki’s face and pulls him out of his thoughts, “hurry up you perv”.
“Pushy”, Todoroki mumbles as he slips his hands under the tank top and rolls it up and then pulling it off Bakugou. He likes the stark contrast between the black tank top and Bakugou’s pale skin. He likes the colour of Bakugou’s nipples, he’s 100% sure he can pick out the exact shade of each part of the nipple with expertise under whatever lighting you give him, LED, fluorescent, incandescent… in fact he was very knowledgeable in Bakugou’s nipple colour under the flash of his phone. Though perhaps that should be a piece of information that Bakugou should never learn of.
Or, if Bakugou does learn of it, it would be great if he could hold his tank top up so that Todoroki can take the photo with ease. Ah.
Todoroki doesn’t mind undoing the buttons of Bakugou’s nearly too tight pants. He hates doing and undoing his own (because you’re a lazy ass Bakugou would say and shake his head), but the thrill of undoing Bakugou’s button to see the cute cotton brief underneath it was too appealing. It was even nicer when Bakugou wore underwear he bought him. Cute. It was so cute. It was cuter when the socks matched the cotton briefs.
Even Bakugou’s knees are cute. Todoroki reminds himself as he looks over the well-toned legs and knows he can draw out the exact curvature of the muscle and thigh of each leg from a side profile were he so artistically inclined.
“Done?” Bakugou huffs again. He doesn’t wait for an answer before he goes into the shower to start rinsing himself off. Todoroki smiles to himself before he quickly removes his articles of clothing and hops into the shower too, making sure his long legs do not carelessly hit the edge of the bathtub.
Todoroki easily complies when Bakugou pushes on his shoulder and makes him sit down in the bathtub, he lets Bakugou lather his hair with shampoo and wash his hair, rinsing it and then kneading the conditioner in. Todoroki does the same for Bakugou, knows that Bakugou starts becoming irritated when he leans back occasionally and starts jabbing him with his elbow. Bakugou has a bony elbow so it’s not very pleasant when it’s digging into your stomach. Todoroki learns quickly. He hastens the process so that they can both sit in the bathtub with it filling up. As Todoroki looks at Bakugou who is looking anywhere but at Todoroki, Todoroki thinks it would be a nice photo to add to his collection. If only Bakugou would close his eyes, maybe doze off a little so that Todoroki can reach out, grab his (water resistant and arguably water proof) phone to take multiple snaps of the pearly skin, cute nipples and rough knees.
“You’re staring a lot, Shouto”, Bakugou narrows his eyes and tilts his head slightly.
“You stare a lot at me too, Katsuki”, Todoroki says before flicking a bit of water at Bakugou with his fingers. Bakugou retaliates with a hand full of water in Todoroki’s face. It only makes Todoroki chuckle.
“At least I actually sleep unlike someone who stays up at ungodly hours watching me sleep”, Bakugou shifts his legs so that his toes are brushing against Todoroki’s ankles.
“Oh”, Todoroki smirks, “does that make you feel uncomfortable?”
Bakugou shakes his head, “you’d be a heap of ash if it did”.
Todoroki shrugs, debatable. It’s true that he sleeps after Bakugou does and that he wakes up before Bakugou does, and he uses that time wisely by scrutinising the other’s face and adding photos to his collection. He has almost perfect shots of all of Bakugou’s fingers in different positions to his fancy. Bakugou would never let him take those photos without stomping all over him first if he were awake. He also has pretty photos of Bakugou’s ankles, his knees, his wrist, his neck, his ears, his lips, his nipples and areas that make Shouto-kun all too pleased. Not that he would display any of it. It’s all his. But, if Todoroki were to ever have a Bakugou Katsuki art gallery, his would be the most complete. (Bakugou Masaru and Mitsuki disagree.) Todoroki laughs internally when he realises that he already has a Bakugou Katsuki art gallery on his phone. One he regularly updates and backs up.
“What are you sniggering about?” Bakugou asks in a rough voice.
Todoroki looks up, he hadn’t even realised he had dropped his gaze, and he shakes his head, “nothing”, Todoroki leans forward and reaches out to pull Bakugou towards him. Gently he nudges his nose against Bakugou’s own nose. His eyes shine brightly as he looks into Bakugou’s own eyes.
Bakugou clicks his tongue before he changes the position of his head so that his lips meet Todoroki’s own lips.
“Did Katsuki want a kiss from Shouto?” Todoroki teases, he pushes their noses together again, “this not enough for you?”
“Shut up”, Bakugou grabs Todoroki’s cheeks suddenly and firmly. Todoroki could not feel any happier at that point in time. Until Bakugou’s forehead came crashing swiftly onto his own. That, hurt like hell. It was worth it though, seeing the colourful blush (it’s from the heat of the bath! Bakugou claims) decorate Bakugou’s cheeks. And the shy return of a lingering nudge against his own nose initiated by Bakugou makes Todoroki’s heart melt into nothing and everything at the same time.
Todoroki likes waking up to the mornings in autumn. It’s not to low hum of summer that makes him feel dizzy or the chilly air in winter which leaves him snuggling deeper into bed. It’s a good balance between the two which has him feeling extra inspired about adding to his personal Bakugou Katsuki art gallery. Todoroki starts with Bakugou’s slumbering expression. A small smile makes it to Todoroki’s lips as he looks at the little bit of drool peeking out from the corner of Bakugou’s lips, cute. Todoroki makes sure he snaps a few photos before he wipes the drool off gently with his thumb. He watches as Bakugou move his head a little before he settles down again. Todoroki wonders how he got so lucky to have such an angel in his bed. Their bed. Todoroki leans over and achieves an excellent photo of Bakugou’s almost transparent blond lashes on both eyes. He moves over and takes what he finds are quite the artistic photos of Bakugou’s nose, he presses his index finger against it and marvels at how soft it is each and every time he touches it, every time he nudges it with his own nose. Todoroki then captures Bakugou’s lips with the camera on his phone to the point where he can count all the creases on those full lips. Todoroki presses a finger along Bakugou’s bottom lip and snickers to himself when Bakugou grunts and makes sounds of protest. Eventually, Todoroki stops and lets Bakugou sleep soundly in peace again. He moves to admire Bakugou’s ear and takes more photos.
Just as Todoroki was moving to remove the doona from Bakugou’s body so he can explore more, Bakugou sighs and groggily wakes up. It’s a familiar sight because he is able to witness it happen before him most mornings. Some mornings, Bakugou isn’t there because he’s on a trip further out for work, or on a stakeout of some sort. Or it’s Todoroki himself who is out in a different prefecture for work. Shame, but, that’s what his personal Bakugou Katsuki art gallery is for. For when Bakugou Katsuki himself isn’t there to bestow upon him his presence, he has 2D to rely on. 2D to help him get off. It was perfect. It works. It’s not as good, but it’s enough to pull him through until he sees Bakugou again. Shouto-kun is definitely not complaining so long as he gets some attention.
Some nights, they call each other when they are away from each other and they get off together. The mornings are much harder because Todoroki knows that his other half is sleeping. Snoozing away whilst Todoroki flips through his collection of Bakugou Katsuki photos (most taken without consent… now that he thinks about it) and makes sure his morning wood is well taken care of.
“Shouto”, Bakugou sighs sleepily as he reaches out to grab Todoroki’s arm.
Todoroki feels his heart skip a beat as he looks at Bakugou. He tucks his phone under his pillow and lets Bakugou pull him in. Todoroki’s heart definitely stops for too long when Bakugou snuggles into his chest looks up at him, gives him a small pout before closing his eyes and trying to get back to sleep. Slowly and carefully, Todoroki sneaks one hand under his pillow again to grab his phone. He makes sure his flash is off before he takes a photo of Bakugou sleeping on his chest.
Too cute. Todoroki thinks as he examines the photo and then compares it to the Bakugou on his chest… who is now awake? SHIT.
Bakugou swipes Todoroki’s phone before Todoroki can even react. Bakugou’s frown follows and it only deepens when he looks at what Todoroki was doing on his phone.
Todoroki knows he’s caught. He doesn’t even need to look at Bakugou’s questioning expression, those beautifully raised eyebrows and now tight lips. When Bakugou flips through, Todoroki feels his mouth go dry. At least Bakugou is still pressed against his chest.
“What is this?” Bakugou gives Todoroki a chance to explain himself before he turns his phone around and shows Todoroki what was on his screen – a butt naked photo of well, a butt.
Bakugou Katsuki’s butt.
“Gluteus maximus”, Todoroki clears his throat, “it’s yours”. Just looking at it makes him want to knead those beautiful globes of flesh – not fat is what Bakugou would say.
Bakugou turns the phone back around to himself and stares at it, “I know it’s mine”. Todoroki wonders about that, it’s not like Bakugou would have the chance to stare at his own butt right? Bakugou hums, “you don’t have the guts to have anyone else’s gluteus maximus on your bloody phone”. That, to Todoroki, makes sense too.
“It’s your beautiful gluteus maximus”, Todoroki confirms with a proud nod as though he were talking about his own.
“What I want to know is why do you have at least 5 of the same photo?” Bakugou shoves the phone back in Todoroki’s face and flips through it. Indeed, there are multiple photos of the same area of Bakugou’s body taken one after the other.
“They’re not the same”, Todoroki says, he presses on his phone and brings up the information, “look you can see they’re taken consecutively one after the other”.
Bakugou groans, “why?”
“Just in case”, Todoroki nods with pride.
“In case of what?” Bakugou frowns, “if they run away?” The disbelief in his voice was evident.
“In case one ends up blurry”, Todoroki offers.
“Whatever”, Bakugou hands the phone back to Todoroki.
“You’re not upset”, Todoroki remarks as he takes his phone and goes through them to make sure Bakugou didn’t delete any of his extra favourites.
Bakugou shrugs.
“So, I can take more”, Todoroki nods in understanding.
Bakugou shrugs again, “just don’t go using them for dubious causes, especially your picture of Katsuki-kun”.
Todoroki chuckles. Nothing dubious at all.
Bakugou detaches him from Todoroki’s chest to stretch and grab his phone, he swipes a few times, presses a couple of times before he literally throws the phone at Todoroki’s face.
“Ouch”, Todoroki responds automatically before juggling with Bakugou’s phone to see what Bakugou wanted to show him. Todoroki finds his eyebrows shooting up straight away when he sees a very obvious photo of Shouto-kun. “What”.
“What?” Bakugou asks back as he makes himself comfortable on Todoroki’s chest again.
“That’s me”, Todoroki says and flips the phone back so that Bakugou can see what he’s seeing.
“I know”, Bakugou says without any expression, he swipes a finger across the screen and then flips the screen back towards Todoroki.
“That’s me again?” Todoroki looks at the photo of him changing. When was that even taken.
“Stop stating the obvious, idiot”, Bakugou sighs.
Todoroki continues flipping through Bakugou’s phone and finds that photo after photo, it’s all of him, zoomed in, portraits, side profiles, it was just as thorough as his personal Bakugou Katsuki art gallery. And Todoroki gets it. He wasn’t the only one taking candid photos of his lover. Bakugou Katsuki was doing exactly the same. He kind of likes it, the way he looks through Bakugou’s eyes. “You have a Todoroki Shouto art gallery”.
Bakugou howls in laughter and there’s tears prickling at the corner of his eyes, “is that what you called your collection?”
“In my head”, Todoroki smiles, “My Bakugou Katsuki Art Gallery is the title of the folder”.
“You’re such a pervert”, Bakugou sends his arms around Todoroki’s neck and then pulls himself up, he not so gently bites Todoroki’s chin. He then grabs his own phone again and Todoroki can tell that Bakugou was taking a photo.
“And what is your folder called?” Todoroki asks, humouring Bakugou.
Bakugou peeks from behind his phone and then sends Todoroki the smirk. The one that gets Todoroki’s blood boiling in want.
Todoroki gulps loudly.
“Side dishes”, Bakugou’s voice is husky and low.
Todoroki’s lips crack out into a smile, “you pretty much called your collection of photos of me masturbation materials?”
Bakugou flips him off, “got a problem?”
Todoroki shakes his head, “and you tell me not to use your photos for dubious reasons!”
“It’s because you’re a pervert”, Bakugou says with a deadpan voice, unfazed by the accusations.
“Like you’re one to talk”, Todoroki quips back before squishing Bakugou’s cheeks with his palms much to Bakugou’s objections.
Now that Todoroki’s secret is out, Todoroki finds it very easy for him to shamelessly start taking photos of Bakugou when he is awake. He isn’t sure how Bakugou got away with taking photos of him whilst he’s awake – Bakugou says that Todoroki is oblivious to the sound of the shutter – but it’s not a major concern for him. His first snap is of Bakugou pulling snapping the elastic band of his cotton briefs. He liked watching Bakugou make sure that the briefs were snug and tight enough around the hips they should be hugging. He likes watching Bakugou dip a couple of fingers under the elastic and pull a little, to make sure that the elastic still had its properties. To make sure that he doesn’t need to replace the briefs.
Bakugou looks up and at Todoroki straight away when he hears the sound of the camera shutter go.
Todoroki smiles widely and takes a couple more, he who is caught by Bakugou who judges him. Bakugou stalks forward and swipes Todoroki’s phone again. Todoroki is immediately alarmed, he can’t have Bakugou deleting those photos, he just took them, as if they had time to auto-backup. Fidgety, Todoroki gets up from his sitting position and strives to take the phone from Bakugou. The very little in height difference was all the advantage he needs. But Bakugou he knows, is never one to back down. They end up wrestling each other with Todoroki’s phone as the prize.
“Don’t delete my photos, Katsuki!” Todoroki manages to grit out as Bakugou holds him in a lock.
“Is that how you ask someone for something”, Bakugou laughs victoriously.
“Katsuki!” Todoroki becomes increasingly alarmed, he might’ve grabbed at Bakugou’s limbs a little bit harder than just playful wrestling, though he’s sure Bakugou doesn’t mind.
Bakugou’s snickers become louder and more obnoxious. It’s disturbingly attractive, Todoroki thinks as he finds himself frozen at a standstill with Bakugou and once again he’s staring at the other.
“I’m not going to delete them”, Bakugou’s laughter dies down and he says seriously instead, “so stop staring at me”.
“You’re always the one telling me to only look at me, no?” Todoroki answers as he takes his own phone back from Bakugou before switching it to the camera function and then taking a picture of Bakugou’s current expression, slightly huffed from wrestling and laughing at the same time and a complacent expression that only serves to highlight his features.
Bakugou takes the phone back to Todoroki’s surprise, and even more so when Bakugou turns the camera on him and takes a photo, “send me the photo”, Bakugou says before pushing Todoroki off him.
Todoroki feels a blush rise as he fumbles around for a little before running after Bakugou. His heart continues to beat a little faster in excitement. He LINEs Bakugou the photo he took with a flurry of heart stamps.
They both look at each other with shit-eating grins when they’re standing side-by-side at the bathroom bench brushing their teeth with one hand and their phone in the other pointed at each other. It was hilarious at that moment in time to snap a photo of the other snapping a photo of him. But when Todoroki looks through it later, he wishes he had asked Bakugou to lower his phone for another photo. And then he remembers he can always try again tonight, the next morning and the next and the next after that too.
When Bakugou pops up from seemingly nowhere to snap a photo of Todoroki cracking eggs, Todoroki finds himself nearly dropping the eggshells into the bowl of egg-whites and egg-yolks. Bakugou would’ve definitely scolded him. Perhaps it was knowing that they were now both taking pictures of each other blatantly, Todoroki seems to notice it more. He’s alert and aware of the shutter of the camera. Todoroki returns the favour by taking a photo of Bakugou scooping rice out of the rice cooker.
Todoroki snaps several photos of Bakugou setting up breakfast, Bakugou stretching his neck, Bakugou looking at the tamagoyaki, Bakugou in his home slippers, Bakugou drying the dishes, Bakugou stretching his limbs, Bakugou using the toi- Bakugou who throws a punch at him.
“What are you!? Bloody paparazzi!?” Bakugou snaps out, “let me go to the toilet in peace!”
“Oh”, Todoroki dodges the punch, “so you feel uncomfortable with me taking a photo of you using the toilet”. And correction, he’s Bakugou’s personal paparazzi – surely that means photos of Bakugou using the toilet should be fine. He has much more personal photos in his gallery after all.
“Oh my God”, Bakugou rolls his eyes but still grabs his phone to take a photo of Todoroki.
Unfortunately, Bakugou is not interested in Todoroki’s art gallery. He barely batters an eyelid at the other and instead continues to scrolls through his own phone and tunes Todoroki out easily. When Todoroki asks him why? Bakugou answers with a simple I prefer my own side dishes. It makes Todoroki so happy he just wants to gobble Bakugou up.
And Todoroki knows it’s not only him who’s kind of having fun with this new obsession of capturing their lover on their mobile. Because he watches Bakugou do it too. When he’s reading, when he’s picking at the mackerel, when he’s watering the indoor plants, when he’s reaching out for the TV remote, when he’s adjusting his reading glasses… the list goes on. It kind of makes him feel proud of himself, it’s definitely a good confidence booster. Though he supposes it doesn’t have the same effect on Bakugou, he can’t be any more confident.
Todoroki soon learns that videos are a pretty good addition to his gallery as well. And so he takes short videos of Bakugou, the ones of Bakugou snoozing are his favourite. In fact, he really likes Bakugou’s sleeping face, so peaceful and still as though he were a sculpture crafted by God himself. He also likes the videos where he’s filming Bakugou who doesn’t notice and when he does – in the second that Bakugou notices he’s being captured, that change in recognition makes Todoroki’s heart do all sorts of twirls.
It is inevitable for Todoroki to eventually realise that his mobile phone is only so great. There is only so much data he can carry around with him. And the fact that even better cameras exist out there on such a portable device, it sends his blood humming with desire.
“Katsuki”, Todoroki calls for the other’s attention, “let’s go phone shopping together”.
Bakugou hums.
“My current one has no space”, Todoroki explains.
“Store in on the cloud”, Bakugou provides an intelligent answer.
“I want to access it even when I’m offline”, Todoroki shrugs, “sometimes when we’re sent out to areas with no reception - mountain tops, underground caves…”
Bakugou sighs.
“Tomorrow at 5”, Todoroki states before he bends over and brushes his nose against Bakugou’s own. Just for confirmation.
They do end up meeting after work a bit after 5PM. Todoroki notes the cotton wool patch at the bend of Bakugou’s left arm and makes a mental note to thoroughly ask Bakugou whether he had gotten into a complication earlier that day which resulted in a blood test – Bakugou tells him that night he had went to go get his yearly blood check, he seemed surprised that Todoroki doesn’t do the same.
Todoroki is bold and holds Bakugou’s hand as they walk down the streets. Bakugou isn’t shy as he holds Todoroki’s hand back. The grip isn’t light or tight, it’s comfortable and natural.
“So?” Bakugou asks, “which do you want?”
“I was going to shop around?” Todoroki offers sheepishly.
“The Pixel 2 has a good camera”, Bakugou says and looks knowingly at Todoroki.
Todoroki bites his upper lips and once again is amazed at how well Bakugou understands him, “are you getting one too, Katsuki?”
Bakugou frowns.
Oh. “Matching phones?” Todoroki says quietly and a smile lifts his lips. “Cute”, Todoroki squeezes Bakugou’s hand gently.
Bakugou punches Todoroki in the arm with his free hand, “don’t bloody say it out loud”.
So Bakugou had wanted matching phones. That is sweet. Perhaps, Todoroki thinks, he can get them matching phone cases too. He looks at his current iPhone and thinks that maybe it is time he ditches the popular iPhone for a better camera, for more storage options, after all, they’ll always be making mini-SD cards that can let him store more and more of his art gallery.
The pair easily ignore the actual paparazzi as they continue their let’s buy matching mobile phone date. They end up buying a new phone each, both appreciating the camera and the detail it can capture in the amazing little time it takes. Todoroki feels excited for all the new material already. Dinner does not end up being Todoroki’s favourite soba or Bakugou’s favourite spicy food. Instead, they end up sitting at an izakaya till late. It was a good way to spend time after a tiring day. Needless to say, Todoroki was able to capture an array of Bakugou Katsuki photos and vice versa.
When Bakugou comes back from Okinawa – still feels like summer Bakugou says, Todoroki greets him with a warmer hug and a huge and brighter smile. Two weeks without Bakugou was tough. Him and Shouto-kun barely got through the two weeks. It was all thanks to his personal Bakugou Katsuki art gallery. Such a good collection, definitely worth all the time and effort it took for him to compile all the photos.
“You’ve tanned”, Todoroki comments and goes to prove so by comparing Bakugou’s skin tone from before he left on his business trip to Okinawa and after. Courtesy of his art gallery. Honestly, even though Bakugou has tanned slightly, he would still consider the other as fair.
“And you still look like a ghost”, Bakugou reaches up and pinches Todoroki’s cheek to add some colour to it.
“Well I was scavenging through the forest for the two weeks you were away”, Todoroki explains his pasty skin tone. He can’t help but feel extra giddy at being in Bakugou’s presence again.
They line their limbs up side by side to the best they can whilst facing each other inside their bathtub and compare the differences in skin tone. It’s definitely a bit more obvious than it was 2 weeks prior. Todoroki thinks the droplets of water that rolls down their arms makes his photos just that much more artistic. Todoroki ends up grabbing Bakugou’s hand and playing with the other’s fingers, stretching them out, folding them in, pulling the individual fingers from each other and letting his own fingers travel down each and every single finger. He enjoys rubbing at the knuckle and appreciating just how thin Bakugou’s fingers are, he likes petting Bakugou’s nails, comparing it with his own, telling Bakugou that maybe he needs iron supplements if the amount of red meat he eats still leaves Bakugou’s nails pale and somewhat lacking. But beautiful all the same. Todoroki presses his fingers into Bakugou’s palm and rubs, he brings Bakugou’s hand up to his lips before he blows on it before he smiles, knowing that Bakugou will sock him in the face before it actually happens – Bakugou does, ever so lightly.
Todoroki moves on and finds himself playing with Bakugou’s hair instead, he changes their positions so that instead of facing each other, he can pull Bakugou’s back against his chest, he can have a closer up view of the soft tuft that covers Bakugou’s scalp. Not so soft when it’s drenched and flat. But still nice against his fingers as he threads through it to the best of his abilities. Eventually, Todoroki styles the damp hair and chuckles before reaching over for his phone and taking pictures of Bakugou’s now very artistic hair. He’s sure Bakugou’s parents will just be short of appalled. Bakugou lets Todoroki play with his hair and only occasionally grunts when Todoroki accidentally pulls too hard.
Whilst Bakugou blow dries his hair with his eyes squeezed shut and hair flying all over the place, Todoroki takes a series of photos.
The next day, they go hand in hand shopping for a phone case for their still semi-new phone. Todoroki suggests that they get matching ones, specifically each other’s hero design cases. Bakugou calls it tacky and says no. But Bakugou likes the keychains and they end up with each other’s hero design keychains hanging from their keys. They match and Todoroki feels so proud that they do. It’s like a subtle way of showing off their relationship to the world. Todoroki chuckles, it’s not like their joined hands is subtle…
Eventually, they do end up choosing a pair of matching phone cases. It’s sickly sweet. But Todoroki isn’t embarrassed despite the blush that makes it to his cheeks and Bakugou’s cheeks when they pay for the cases. Todoroki takes another series of photos of Bakugou as he pops the new case onto his semi-new phone. Bakugou looks up and Todoroki zooms in to capture Bakugou’s smile. Bakugou returns the favour.
The cases were kind of simple. A transparent background with autumn coloured maple leaves dancing and drifting from the top and pooling at the bottom. The cases connected to form a simple picture. It was subtle. It was aesthetically pleasing. It was something Bakugou didn’t mind walking around with. And it wasn’t something you’d immediately think “couple cases”. All in all, Todoroki really liked it.
Todoroki finds a new mole on Bakugou’s hand a few days after Bakugou came back from Okinawa and he draws on it – turns it into a cat – and takes a photo in between his progress. He finds it cute. Even more so when he realises he can turn it into a gif, in which he does and then sends it to Bakugou through LINE. When Bakugou wakes up and takes his hand back from Todoroki and then discovers the new gif, he stifles a laugh before he grabs the permanent marker from Todoroki.
“I’m drawing too”, Bakugou states and takes Todoroki’s hand, he looks at it to try and find a mole himself, but Todoroki’s skin is, well, flawless. There’s no mole there at all. It’s not as if Bakugou didn’t know beforehand.
“Doesn’t have to be my hand”, Todoroki suggests.
Bakugou hums and then looks at Todoroki’s face, he leans in and presses his lips on the tip of Todoroki’s nose before he then chooses the mole on Todoroki’s neck. Bakugou takes a baseline photo before he starts drawing his creation. It tickles only slightly, Todoroki notes, he tries to keep still for Bakugou, but his hands are already itching to take more photos of the other, from this distance, he’d be able to take a good shot of Bakugou’s cute nose. Of Bakugou’s pretty ear, his well-shaped eyebrows…
“Done!” Bakugou says triumphantly, he quickly swipes on his phone and then looks at Todoroki expectantly.
Todoroki understands, he looks at his phone and opens up the gif that Bakugou had just sent him. He watches as his mole transforms into the latest Kamen Rider… well… at least it’s drawn very well. Except, it’s on his neck and he’d have to unfortunately wash it all off before he goes to work. Professionalism and what not.
“You and your Kamen Rider”, Todoroki smiles fondly at Bakugou. Bakugou takes a photo.
“They’re heroes too”, Bakugou is smug. Todoroki snaps a photo too.
It’s when Todoroki decides he wants photos of Bakugou Katsuki in all types of situations that he realises perhaps he is taking this a bit too far. But, so long as Bakugou is still receptive. So, Todoroki musters up his courage as he throws away the box of condoms and then tells Bakugou as he pins him down, “I want photos”.
Bakugou raises one eyebrow but smirks back knowingly as he lifts his hips to press against Todoroki, “you pervert”.
“Not a creep?” Todoroki asks with a smirk dancing across his face.
Bakugou scoffs.
He doesn’t say no. And that’s all Todoroki needs.