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Todoroki Shouto is not a morning person. Especially not on a Saturday.

He prefers to stay in bed, and would only crawl out of it, at what he deemed a ‘socially-acceptable’ time, which was approximately around 10 AM.

Thus, it came as no surprise that he dreaded the Provisional Hero License Course that was being held on the weekends. Failing the Hero License Exam? That was his fault, he accepted it. Extra lessons from U.A after weekday classes? Cool, he can handle it. Not allowed to go for Hero Internships? Unfortunate but he still has next year. Waking early every Saturday for extra lessons? Life sucks.

Still, the weekend training course was there to help him prepare for the make-up exam. If Todoroki had to train every day and gave up precious sleeping time to pass that exam…then so be it. The thought of being legally forbidden to aid his friends with his quirk in public areas, made Todoroki shudder. He didn’t want a repeat of the Hosu incident. He would get his Hero license no matter what it takes.

With that thought in mind, Todoroki slammed his alarm clock off at 6 AM and dragged himself to the bathroom. He had been doing this for three weeks already and unfortunately, it didn’t get any easier.

Once in uniform, Todoroki sluggishly trudged downstairs in search of breakfast. The normally noisy dorm was devoid of any sounds, as most of its occupants were still sleeping or were out jogging. All was dark and silent, except the kitchen area.

Like usual, he found his friend? Classmate? Fellow examinee? — It’s hard to tell with Bakugo — already bustling about in the brightly lit kitchen.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw his blonde classmate slightly tipped back his head in lieu of a greeting, which Todoroki returned by humming back in reply. This was a huge milestone because when they first started, Bakugo would be swearing up a storm as soon as he saw Todoroki.

Being the only two failed examinees in their class, meant that Todoroki had been spending a lot more time with Bakugo. The blonde was still as loud and angry as ever, but he was definitely more subdued when they were alone. Was Bakugo being nice to him? Nah, that was probably because Bakugo had nobody to pick a fight with, seeing that Todoroki sometimes rarely gets provoked by Bakugo’s words. His monotonous personality probably bore Bakugo but at the very least, the blonde hadn’t tried to seriously kill Todoroki. Yet.

Kirishima said it was a good sign.

So, despite multiple death threats, Todoroki did his best to befriend the class’ exploding fireball. And surprisingly, he did enjoy the company. Bakugo is a complex but charming paradox, and Todoroki found himself noticing the little absurdities that were uniquely Bakugo.

Like how Bakugo refused to wear any gloves even if his hands were cold because cotton absorbed sweat. How he actually strategizes his battles properly, instead of ‘hit-first-think-later’ (this strategy is reserved for Midoriya only). How when truly annoyed, his right eye often twitched twice in warning, before his mouth unleashed a barrage of curses and trash-talk, purposely designed to hurt and rile up his opponents.

Bakugo is a complex but charming paradox, with multiple violent tendencies.

But one of the less-violent things that Todoroki noticed about the resident fireball, was the fact that he likes to cook. This was evident from how Bakugo easily gave up sleeping to wake up at god-knows-what-time, to cook his own breakfast.

Sure enough, as Todoroki blearily poured his cereal into a bowl, Bakugo was already busy mixing and chopping some vegetables. Todoroki idly wondered if he would ever get the chance to eat Bakugo’s cooking, as it looked and smelled delicious. But Todoroki never asked because he knew that Bakugo’s answer would either be a ‘no’ or a string of swear words.

A sudden yawn escaped his mouth and made his eyes settle on the clock situated across from him.

"...We’re leaving in 15 minutes. Bakugo, you should hurry up and finish cooking if you’re planning to eat breakfast."

"S-shut up half-and-half. I know."

The reply was normal, a bit tame even, if one were to judge it using the BakuScale (Ashido came up with the term). But something seemed...wrong. Todoroki could feel it in the air. Still clouded by sleep however, Todoroki sat and munched on his cereals for a few more minutes before his brain supplied the answer.

His voice. Bakugo’s voice. It was softer but pitched higher than usual and sounded shaky.

It was as if-

As if he had been crying.

Bakugo was...crying?

Bewildered by the revelation, Todoroki felt his body moved on auto-pilot towards the other boy who had his back towards him. As soon as he reached Bakugo, Todoroki’s hands shot out to cup either side of his classmate’s face and forcefully turned it to face him.

The following yelp of surprise was understandable, but Todoroki ignored it in favor of looking at Bakugo’s face.

And felt as if he had been hit by a truck.

Because he was staring at the tear-stained face of one Bakugo Katsuki.

The Bakugo Katsuki, who had threatened to kill everyone in their class at least twice a day. The same boy who wouldn’t hesitate to attack women or friends or childhood friends or even teachers, if they “get in his way” to being the indisputable number one. The very guy who had gotten kidnapped by the league of Villains, turned down the offer to join them, literally spat on their faces and still managed to escape alive.

That very same guy, who went through aforementioned events without a single fear or a single tear, was now in the kitchen. Crying.

His stormy grey and ice blue eyes were immediately drawn towards the other’s ruby red eyes that were wet with unshed tears. Todoroki found more evidence of crying as his eyes roamed the rest of Bakugo’s face. A runny nose. Damp eyelashes. Tear tracks. Cheeks that are getting pinker and pinker by the second.

"Y-you bastard! What are you doing? Let me go!"

And his nasally voice.

Yes. All this evidence could only mean that Bakugo had indeed been crying alone in the kitchen.

Which was not okay to Todoroki.

He remembered when he himself had cried. The fear. The sadness. The hopelessness. He had cried till he ran out of tears. And nobody had helped. No one could help. Not even his mother. Eventually he stopped crying but he still remembered all the tears that were shed by his older sister and brothers. All the tears caused by their-so-called father. It’s too early to think about this shit but the thought that Bakugo might be experiencing similar fear or sadness — so great, that it managed to make him cry — made Todoroki’s blood boils.

Because even though he was always threatened to bodily harm every time they interact, Todoroki considers Bakugo as a friend and a rival. Just like Midoriya, Bakugo had grown to become someone Todoroki trusted and appreciated. Both had fought against him, then fought with him and accepted him, in their own unique ways. Both were his important friends.

Therefore, Todoroki will kill the asshole who made his important friend cry on a Saturday morning. Already, his body temperature began fluctuating as his anger rose. He tried to calm down and reminded himself that Bakugo’s face was still in his hands. Wouldn't want to scald that pretty face just because he accidentally lost control of his quirk.

Still, Todoroki was never good at control because he couldn't stop himself from scowling bitterly.

"Who is it."

In front of him, Bakugo had stopped struggling. The tears in his eyes were slowly disappearing and his nose were regaining its color, but his cheeks were still red. Could he be developing a fever?

Red-faced Bakugo gritted out his reply.

"What. In. The. Goddamn. Fuck. are you asking about?"

Todoroki frowned. Wasn’t his question obvious? But Bakugo looked genuinely puzzled. So Todoroki tried again, unfortunately still sounding too angry and bitter, even to his own ears.

"I want to know which jerk dared to make you cry like this. And then I’m going to annihilate them."

A flash of understanding finally dawned upon those sunset red eyes, but instead of answering, Bakugo seemed to turn a darker shade of red. It was a lovely image but for now, Todoroki made a mental note to ask Iida for fever medicines, just in case.

"Y-You absolute idiot! You don’t have to- Why are you-! You fucking dumbass!”

Todoroki frowned. “I am trying to help.”

“Oh. My. Fucking. God. I don’t need your- Stop pouting asshole! Did you leave your fucking brain and eyes upstairs?! Can’t you see what the fuck I have on my hands?”

Todoroki blinked and looked down to Bakugo’s hands. It took him a few seconds to process what he saw.

“You were…cutting…onions...?”

Bakugo rolled his eyes. His eyes and cheeks were still a bit red but they were beginning to return to their normal coloring.

“No shit sherlock. I was cutting onions and accidentally rubbed my eyes. And these bitches fucking burns ok? “

Todoroki gave another slow blink as his brain processed the story. With his anger dissipating, Todoroki gave Bakugo one last worried glance.

“So you are not…sad? Or…hurt?”

He felt, rather than saw, Bakugo froze. The ash-blonde now looked completely back to normal. Those red eyes were once again burning in its clarity and intensity, as Bakugo silently watched him with an unreadable expression on his face.

A minute passed in silence and Todoroki tilted his head in concern.

“Bakugo…?”

That seemed to break whatever spell the shorter boy had fallen into. Bakugo glared at him again but with less heat than usual.

“Shut up Icyhot. I’m perfectly fine! Not hurt. So, you-you don’t … havetoworryaboutmeanymore or anything like that. Now go away and eat your tragic little breakfast.”

Todoroki scrunched his eyebrows and was about to ask Bakugo to repeat his words, when the blonde suddenly tapped at his hands that were on either side of Bakugo’s face.

Todoroki’s hand was still cupping Bakugo’s face. How on earth had Todoroki forgotten that particular detail?

He hastily let go of the shorter boy and offered his apologies.

Bakugo just muttered a ‘shut up’ in reply.

Now that everything was resolved, the sheer ridiculousness of his behavior seemed to hit Todoroki all at once. Feeling the heat rising to his face, Todoroki quickly ducked his head and brought up his right hand in an attempt to cool himself down.

In the following minutes, Todoroki had assumed that Bakugo went back to cooking or cutting onions or whatever. Thus, Todoroki was surprised to see the other boy standing a few feet away, wide red eyes glued onto him.

Bakugo was gaping at him in disbelief and Todoroki had no idea why.

“Wh-what the actual fuck. That was kinda cut-“

Todoroki never got to hear the finished sentence, as they were cut off by a loud bang coming from the front door. A familiar-sounding yell soon followed.

“Bakugo! Todoroki! Why are you two not out yet? I said 7AM in front of the dorm! The bus is coming soon, hurry up brats!”

Hearing their teacher’s voice, Todoroki snapped in attention and he could see Bakugo doing the same. They cleared the kitchen at double speed.

“Sorry Aizawa-sensei. We’re coming!”

“Sensei, tell the bus to WAIT the fuck up or I’ll blow it to bits!”

Chapter Text

Bakugo Katsuki tried not to take his anger onto the eggs inside the mixing bowl.

But today was shaping up to be a real shitty day.

He had less than enough hours of sleep because of all the workload U.A decided to dump onto him. Sure, he could probably sleep more if he didn’t spend his time triple checking all of his homework before its submission time. But, he is Bakugo. Fucking. Katsuki. No way in hell was he ever going to submit a work that was less than perfect. Plus Ultra bitches.

Fighting his heavy eyelids, Bakugo redirected his grimace towards the eggs again, as he remembered the source of his sleep deprivation.

Stupid Hero Licensing Exam. And stupid Bakugo for failing that stupid exam. Then, stupid Provisional Hero License Course because, do they actually want him to fail or pass? Stupid Hero Internships, Bakugo was absolutely not jealous. And stupid Deku, cause Deku is stupid, with all that ‘I’m-actually-All-Might’s-successor-can’t-let-him-down-oh-also-that’s-a-National-Secret-so-don’t-tell-anyone’ crap. And don’t get him started on the biggest clusterfuck, which was his entire kidnapping fiasco. When the fuck did life get so complicated?

So here he was, stress cooking in the middle of the goddamn dawn. Well, at the very least Bakugo would be having an awesome breakfast and lunch, thank you very much. It also made the other Extras in his class green with envy, which was definitely a plus in Bakugo’s books.

Half an hour later, he heard movement on the stairs. Footsteps became distinct and soon, Todoroki Shouto shuffled into the kitchen. The taller boy squinted at the lights in loathing and glanced around the kitchen as if he had just seen it for the first time in his life.

Bakugo held back a snort.

Like many first impressions, even Bakugo could get them wrong. And for the better or worse, he was wrong about Todoroki. The guy was certainly a cold and silent asshole when they first met, but then Todoroki changed. Everyone in the class noticed it. It was slow and gradual but the Iceberg eventually warmed up to them. And after spending the past few weeks with him, (They both failed the exam ok? It wasn't by choice!) Bakugo reluctantly learned a lot about Todoroki. He knew that Todoroki was actually an oblivious piece of shit, clad in witty sarcasm, brutal honesty and topped off with a heavy, heavy dose of daddy issues.

How someone like that got popular among the females, Bakugo didn’t understand.

Mina secretly told him that the girls sometimes called Todoroki a "sleeping beauty" because of his pretty face and the near impossibility to wake the guy up after he had fallen asleep.

Bakugo had scoffed at the nickname when he first heard of it.

But now, that accursed nickname had somehow found itself on the tip of his tongue whenever Todoroki entered the kitchen looking like a lost cat, with his stupid, fluffy, mismatched hair and equally stupid, soft, sleepy eyes. Bakugo had bitten his own lips on numerous occasions to physically stop himself from uttering that stupidly fitting nickname.

So far, Bakugo (and maybe Deku cause that fucking creep stalks his friends), were the only ones who had seen this side of Todoroki. Given that their Hero License training started even earlier than their normal school hour, the barely-awake Todoroki only appeared on weekend mornings. It was kinda nice to see that he wasn’t the only one getting less sleep with their current schedule.

Bakugo sighed and rubbed his tired eyes, intending to finish cooking as soon as possible.

Which turned out to be a mistake, because just a moment ago, he had been cutting onions.

Fucking. Hell.

Fuck his life. On top of being sleep-deprived, now he was sleep-deprived AND blind, as tears began blurring his vision.

Silently, Bakugo used his sleeves to rub his sore eyes and quickly dumped the offending onions into the frying pan. Those fucking onions better taste good.

But the quiet rhythm of his cooking was soon broken by a certain sleepy idiot.

"...We’re leaving in 15 minutes. Bakugo, you should hurry up and finish cooking if you’re planning to eat breakfast."

Bakugo rolled his eyes, causing more tears to roll down his cheeks.

"S-shut up half-and-half. I know."

The blonde quickly plated his food and started to clean up. He grabbed the leftover onions to dump it into the fridge when fucking Todoroki suddenly materialized right beside him.

With a speed that could rival Ingenium, a pair of strong hands shot out to grab his face, and Bakugo found himself staring at piercing, grey and blue eyes.

He tried (and failed) to stop the blood from rushing to his face. Because suddenly, Bakugo could see why girls were swooning after this shithead. The guy really does have a pretty face. And eyes. Works well with the scar too, who would have thought. Oh fuck, what the flying fuck was that?

"Y-you bastard! What are you doing? Let me go!"

He tried to yank his head away, but the taller boy tightened his grip on Bakugo’s face and just...stared silently at him. Bakugo felt his face grew even warmer because damn it, this was the first time he had been exposed to that face at point-blank range and sadly, he hadn’t built an immunity to it yet.

As suddenly as he was grabbed, Todoroki’s blank face slowly morphed into a rare expression of pure, unadulterated anger. Instantly, the temperature around them dropped several degrees and Bakugo let out an involuntary shiver. The right hand on his face felt like ice, but unlike his hand, Todoroki’s eyes shone ablaze, like a fire burning bright in the middle of a snow storm.

Bakugo couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. Even in the state of anger, Todoroki still managed to look beautiful.

And then the idiot opened his mouth.

"Who is it."

Bakugo held back his instincts to punch the guy. Why was this fucker asking him? Bakugo’s the one loaded with questions! In an act of self-restraint that would’ve made Kirishima proud, Bakugo gritted out a better question.

"What. In. The. Goddamn. Fuck. are you asking about?"

The idiot frowned back and Bakugo honestly wondered what the fuck was going on inside that pretty head.

"I want to know which jerk dared to make you cry like this. And then I’m going to annihilate them."

And just like that, Bakugo suddenly understood.

This fucking idiot didn’t see the goddamn onions. He thought that Bakugo had been crying for real. So Todoroki was angry because...he thought that someone had made Bakugo cry? And was willing to smite…the person that… made Bakugo unhappy?

"Y-You absolute idiot! You don’t have to- Why are you-! You fucking dumbass!"

Damn it, his mouth and brains were not working properly. And why the fuck was his pulse accelerating? Not the fucking time! It’s too early to think about this shit called feelings, so Bakugo shoved all the sudden warmth he felt to the back of his heart, where he would reflect on it later. Preferably, never.

In front of him, Todoroki had the gall to pout. "I am trying to help."

Bakugo couldn’t decide if he wanted to strangle or coo at this creature in front of him. Both were bad options, so he settled on swearing.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God. I don’t need your- Stop pouting asshole! Did you leave your fucking brain and eyes upstairs?! Can’t you see what the fuck I have on my hands?"

A minute of silence as the dumbass finally sees the fucking onions.

"You were…cutting…onions...?"

If Bakugo rolled his eyes any harder than this, they would have rolled straight out of his skull.

"No shit sherlock. I was cutting onions and accidentally rubbed my eyes. And these bitches fucking burns ok?"

The idiot in front of him finally lost his stormy look. But what replaced it startled Bakugo even more.

"So you are not…sad? Or…hurt?"

And fuck. That hesitant gaze, filled with care and concern, caught Bakugo off guard. It froze him on the spot, whilst his mind ran a mile a minute.

Because no matter how much he would like to deny it, Bakugo knew about Todoroki’s childhood. Knew how his father had treated him. How his mother was largely absent. How his siblings weren’t able to help. And now Bakugo wondered if anyone had ever asked Todoroki the same questions. Did anyone offer help to the crying child? Did anyone take the words of a crying child seriously? Did anyone actually protect the crying child? Make sure he wasn’t sad or hurt anymore?

Bakugo didn’t know half the answers to the questions he was asking here, but he knew two things for sure.

One, he would very much like to punch Endeavor. In the face. More than once.

Two, the next person or object that made Todoroki cry, should be killed and removed from the face of earth, effective immediately. He would make sure of that.

"Bakugo…?"

The blonde blinked his thoughts away and shot a half-hearted glare at the person in front of him.

"Shut up Icyhot. I’m perfectly fine! Not hurt. So, you-you don’t … havetoworryaboutmeanymore or anything like that. Now go away and eat your tragic little breakfast."

In an attempt to stop any more conversation, he went ahead and poked at the offending hands that were still on his face. Todoroki quickly let go and Bakugo waved the apology away. He had other things to worry about. Like creating some distance between them and calming his rapidly beating heart.

But when Half-and-half still remained standing close by, Bakugo donned his best glower, mouth opened in a snarl about to throw more threats...and promptly froze for the second time today.

Sharp red eyes had caught the slightly flushed look on Todoroki’s face just before the idiot ducked his face. Though partially hidden by the hair, Bakugo could still see the pink cheeks and the lightly bitten lips. To make the matter worse, Icyhot then pressed his right hand onto his face and steam -- actual fucking steam -- was rising off Todoroki’s covered face.

It was a adorable sight Bakugo had never seen and never imagined to see. His pulse sped up again and he felt his jaw dropped because-

“Wh-what the actual fuck. That was kinda cut-“

BANG!

The familiar sound of a door being kicked open filled the dorm, followed by a familiar yell.

“Bakugo! Todoroki! Why are you two not out yet? I said 7AM in front of the dorm! The bus is coming soon, hurry up brats!”

Bakugo had never felt so grateful towards Aizawa-sensei, as he did right then.

The weird atmosphere between them instantly disappeared, as they both rushed to clean up their respective mess in the kitchen.

“Sorry Aizawa-sensei. We’re coming!”

“Sensei, tell the bus to WAIT the fuck up or I’ll blow it to bits!”

Chapter Text

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, spilling its light to the now-empty driveway of Heights Alliance. The shuttle bus had left the premises, precisely 8 minutes ago.

The Provisional Hero License Course’s training grounds was located about an hour away from U.A. Now that they’ve missed the shuttle bus, there was no way they were going to arrive on time today.

"I apologize sensei." said Todoroki Shouto, expression as unchanging and blank as a frozen lake.

"Tch. Look, I’m sorry alright!" snapped Bakugo Katsuki, looking more angry than sorry as his scowl deepened.

Aizawa Shota’s eyes flared red as he glared at the two (out of three) massive trouble-magnets of his class.

Would it be too late to expel these kids now? Unfortunately, he had asked Principal Nedzu the same question yesterday (and the day before that) and yes, it was too late. Maybe he should ask if he could be transferred to a different class instead.

"Next time you’re late, you’re walking there yourself, understood?"

He received two stiff nods in return. Though their expression didn’t change, Aizawa noted the death grip Todoroki had on his bag, along with Bakugo’s rigid posture as he straightened out of his slouch. All were telltale signs of their discomfort and guilt.

Good. A little fear and remorse will remind them not to be tardy next time.

Still, Aizawa was grateful when the two didn’t start shifting the blame or tried to murder each other, like what they did in the first week. Previously, Todoroki had mistakenly carried Bakugo’s costume suitcase, and that led to an outburst of explosion and ice, which had woken up several dormitories. The amount of apologies and paperwork Aizawa had to do afterwards was a nightmare.

Therefore, this awkward, muted acceptance was…an improvement. He supposed he could let them off since it was their first time being late.

Damn it. He was getting soft isn’t he?

He could almost hear Hizashi’s glee at this newly-discovered fact. Aizawa did the logical thing and punched Hizashi out of his mind, as he turned his focus back onto the current situation.

"Alright, follow me brats. I’m calling a Taxi. We’ll walk towards U.A’s gates since unauthorized vehicles aren’t allowed to enter school premises."

The three then walked through the quiet school grounds...in complete silence. The day hadn’t even started yet and the mood was already heavy. Aizawa almost wished that one of his chattier kids, like Kaminari or Ashido, was there with them. Those two could probably have a conversation with a wall if they wanted to. Aizawa had no such skill, but he was currently trapped between an ice wall and a volatile grenade. It was up to him to lighten up the tension. Aizawa recalled All Might’s advice and tried to make small talk.

"Have you two eaten breakfast yet?"

Which was apparently the wrong thing to ask since the nervous energy around him skyrocketed.

Aizawa threw a questioning, backward glance towards his students and nearly tripped at the sight that greeted him.

Todoroki was chewing on his lips -- a nervous tic that rarely appeared -- while his eyes kept straying towards Bakugo. On the other hand, Bakugo was resolutely not looking at Aizawa or Todoroki, cheeks turning pink as he scowled at the buildings around them. Neither students responded to his question.

What the fuck happened during breakfast?

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose and vowed to never listen to All Might’s ‘teaching tips’ ever again. This was exactly why Aizawa didn’t do small talks. He sucked at it. Luckily, his kids seemed to prefer silence anyways. So this time, Aizawa kept his mouth shut.

Much to his surprise, it was Todoroki who broke the quietness.

From his messenger bag, the boy pulled out a boxed strawberry milk and one of those bread he usually carried for lunch. He then shoved the food towards Bakugo, who looked as bewildered as Aizawa felt.

"Here. Eat it."

"What the fuck Icyhot?"

"You didn’t get to eat breakfast because of my...my misunderstanding. It was my fault, so eat this now."

"What-Fuck NO. I don’t need your pity bastard! Take your fucking charity elsewhere-"

An exasperated noise cut through the conversation and Aizawa could somehow relate to that.

"That’s not why I- Bakugo. Listen. I’m not about to let one of my friends starve in class. Not if I can help it. So just...Eat it. Please."

Either Todoroki had given Bakugo a heart attack or had stunned him into silence, Aizawa didn’t know. But a minute passed in silence before the reply came.

"...This is your lunch dumbass. What the fuck are you gonna eat later?"

Fabrics rustled as one of them shrugged.

"I’ll buy something at the vending machine later. And I still have two more strawberry milks in my bag."

An annoyed click of the tongue echoed around them, followed by a low muttering of curses. And then, the sound of another bag being opened.

"Here you stupid fucker. Take it."

"...this is...a bento?"

"Why do you always state the fucking obvious? I brought along my lunch and breakfast, genius. That is my uneaten breakfast. And since you gave me your pathetic lunch, you can have that leftover. I don’t like to owe my friends, alright! Now we’re even!"

Another silence passed and Aizawa smashed his urge to turn around. He didn’t want to shatter...whatever that was happening behind him.

Todoroki’s voice was soft, tinged with both disbelief and gratitude.

"Okay. We’re…we’re even. Thank you for the food Bakugo."

"Fuck off." Was the comeback. Followed by a loud ripping noise and some aggressive munching from Bakugo, as he devoured the bread that was given to him.

The trio continued their journey to U.A’s gates without any more conversation, but the heavy tension that clung around them was gone.

Once in the taxi, Aizawa glanced at the rearview mirror. Todoroki was looking reverently at the bento, the corners of his lips quirking up in an almost-smile, while Bakugo kept his eyes glued to the window, trying for nonchalance but failed, as he couldn’t quite keep the pleased grin off his face.

Aizawa’s own lips twitched in amusement. He had about a million things to say and ask those two, but he didn’t want to deal with any teenage-denial-slash-romance on a Saturday morning. It’s too early for this shit anyways. As long as they were not trying to kill one another, Aizawa was content enough to take a nap, and leave those two to fate.

Extra:

"...by the way, that bento contained onions."

"Okay? I can eat onions."

"Yeah? I thought that you hated them, since you said that you were going to -- and I quote directly -- ‘annihilate’ those fucking onions."

Next to him, Todoroki flushed beautifully red, before his mismatched eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“…Bakugo, are you ever going to let me live that one down?”

Bakugo grinned. Sharp and challenging but now, there was warmth dancing behind those red eyes.

"Never Half-and-half. Never."