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“Stay safe,” Bakugou said, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall.
Methodically, Todoroki did his laces at the entrance of their home. In his bag rested his bento for the day, laboriously crafted by Bakugou early in the morning. Bakugou was nice, he thought as he looped the string, especially since he liked sleeping in on their shared off days.
He stood up and got ready to go.
“Oh,” he said as he remembered.
“What,” Bakugou frowned and pushed off the wall, concerned. “Did you forget something again, half-and-half?”
“Yes,” Todoroki said. “My goodbye kiss.”
Bakugou stared at him.
“What the fuck,” he said. “You’re shitting me, right?”
“There’s a study,” Todoroki said very seriously, for he knew that Bakugou would not believe him.
“A study,” Bakugou echoed and tapped his foot against the floor.
“It said that men who kiss their wives in the morning live five years longer than those who don’t,” Todoroki looked earnestly at Bakugou.
“I’m not your wife, half and half,” Bakugou said.
“Yes,” Todoroki nodded, “obviously. But you are my loved one, so I think it still applies.” A beat. “Five years, Bakugou.”
Five years, Bakugou, Bakugou mouthed and made a face, mocking.
Todoroki stood his ground, firm.
“What journal is it in?” Bakugou finally asked, having found a scientific loophole through Todoroki’s argument.
Quick, Todoroki thought, lie!
“Nature, ‘97,” he stuttered out and Bakugou openly gawked at him, as if he couldn’t believe he was married to this idiot of a man.
“Nature would never publish something like that, dumbass,” Bakugou said, bluntly and defensively.
While it had been the first journal that popped into Todoroki’s mind, it was for a good reason. They got one in the mail every month and Bakugou read them cover to cover on the couch while he lifted weights with his legs.
“A good wife would never let her husband die five years earlier,” Todoroki countered easily.
“I’m not your damn wife,” Bakugou rolled his eyes.
“If you kissed me,” Todoroki stressed, “then I would be the wife. We could both spend five more years together. Two kisses, one for me and one for you.”
Bakugou’s face grew bright red and he put a hand over his eyes, as if that would shield him from view.
“You don’t need to resort to such shitty lies for me to kiss you,” Bakugou said very quietly and Todoroki flushed bright red as well, embarrassed at his lie being called out so blatantly.
Still, when he tipped his head down and pressed his lips to Bakugou, curling a hand around his neck and playing with the hairs on his nape, it had been worth it.
“Shouto-san,” Naoko said as she examined the bento box, “that’s really nice.”
“Is it,” Todoroki said, seemingly desensitized to the bento boxes.
The first time, his face was permanently stained red because it clogged his mind until he went back home and Bakugou was there and he kissed him again and again and they fell into bed and Todoroki kissed Bakugou there too, again and again until Bakugou pushed him off and said, dude, you’re fucking embarrassing .
Today’s bento box featured two riceball pandas with seaweed wrapped around their middle held pink hearts on their stomachs. Kanji was traced lightly with a red sauce on the hearts and the pandas were in a vegetable forest, the dark greens making the white rice stand out even more. Fresh strawberries with heart skewers were positioned amongst tiny slices of star fruits with thin slices of peaches artistically positioned to mimic shooting stars.
It would be ridiculous to let Bakugou’s bento boxes affect him that much every single day, so he regulated his face’s temperature and put on a cool and calm aura.
“It’s too cute,” one of his trainees complained as he ate a store-bought sandwich. “I can’t wait to settle down and have my wife make me something like that.”
“Daiki, if you focused less on getting a girlfriend and more on your training, you’d be better on the field,” Sumihara said and chewed on a bit of egg from her packed bento.
“What does that say on the heart?” His secretary leaned over. “ Happiness and safety , that’s so cute! Does she use a cutter for the hearts? With sauce, she probably used a toothpick to write it. But how does she shape the panda ears?”
“They’re black beans,” Todoroki supplied helpfully.
“How does she do these sorts of things every single day?” Naoko made a noise of appreciation. “I don’t think I’ve seen the same thing twice, Shouto-san.”
Todoroki nodded in agreement. “They’re very impressive.”
“Well, of course! They must be a truly outstanding Japanese woman for Shouto-san to fall in love with them. I bet that she does traditional dance and carries a parasol and wears cute dresses and does a proper tea ceremony.”
Bakugou should host a tea ceremony, Todoroki thought. They certainly had the room for it.
“Leave Shouto-san be.” His trainee said with a wave of his hand. “He takes a photo of his lunches every day before he eats.”
Instantly, Naoko stepped back and bowed at the waist. “My deepest apologies, Shouto-san! I just get so curious and this is our only break, but I’m so sorry! Enjoy!”
“It’s fine,” Todoroki said and she rose to her full height. “They are very outstanding, so I can understand the curiosity.”
He thought about Bakugou as he fished out his phone and stood up. With a sigh, his trainee got his phone out and turned on the flashlight, moving to where Todoroki directed him for the best image.
The secretary watched, highly amused.
“I’m home,” Todoroki called out and took his shoes off in the entrance. He put on his sandals and walked in. He heard the sound of cooking from the kitchen, so he stepped inside and pressed up against Bakugou, his mouth against the nape of Bakugou’s neck.
“Welcome home,” Bakugou said. “Did you eat your tomatoes?”
“Mmm,” Todoroki said and kissed his neck again, lightly sucking.
Bakugou shoved him off.
“If you don’t eat your tomatoes,” he said, “you can’t kiss me.”
Todoroki grimaced but obediently pulled out the bento box and eyed the three cherry tomatoes with disgust. They were all disgusting, all righteous innocent looking bastards that exploded with bile once bit into.
“This is for our love,” he mournfully said and ate all three at once, trying not to gag as he chewed.
Bakugou watched with a raised eyebrow. “Those cherry tomatoes will help you live more than a kiss in the morning.”
Todoroki swallowed with a shudder. Bakugou looked at him with a bored expression, so he offered a shaky smile and tentatively gave a thumbs up.
Bakugou grabbed Todoroki by the collar.
“Fucking overgrown man child,” he said fondly and kissed him.