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Todoroki can only stare on as he watches his boyfriend angrily shout, stomp, and blow sparks from his hand as he attempts to murder the bane of his existence in this particular current moment of time.
A moth.
A small, insignificant moth that somehow wound up in their already cramped bathroom.
Todoroki was startled when he heard yells from his boyfriend — which, in itself, isn’t particularly out of the ordinary until he realized Bakugou was yelling inside the bathroom. Hence how he found himself in his current situation: watching on as Bakugou attempts to murder the small bug that keeps haphazardly flying around the barren walls.
He doesn’t say anything for quite a while, choosing to see if Bakugou can handle this problem on his own. It is only until the moth begins to flutter towards the general direction of Todoroki’s face is when fear seizes hold of him.
Bakugou tracks the moth’s movements, sparks already jolting out of his palm as he goes to swing it down on his target (and everything in lieu of it, including Todoroki [his boyfriend’s!!!!] face).
Before he gets a permanent scar on the other side of his face, Todoroki’s own hand shoots out to capture the innocent bug, much like a frog swiftly ejects its tongue out to capture its prey.
This halts all movement in the cramped space with the only noise being the echo of the constant dripping of water from the shitty pipes in their shitty apartment complex. Confusion sweeps over Bakugo’s face as he tilts his head to look at Todoroki’s outreached fist.
“You did not just fucking—“
Todoroki ignores his boyfriend as he turns on the faucet and allows the cool water to run over his still-enclosed fist. He rotates his hand before releasing his tight grip, a small black body with wings falling from his grasp and into the soon-overflowing sink. The poor bug washes down the drain with the water that Todoroki allows to run for only a few more moments before he finally turns off the tap.
Silence ensues before—
“You fucking half-and-half bastard! What do you think you’re doing!?” Bakugou roars, palm still lit with his sparks.
Todoroki peers at him from his peripheral. “I think it’s pretty obvious, no?”
“I almost fucking had the damned thing! Why did you intervene like that?” Bakugou’s mouth is barred, snarling even. Todoroki knows it’s supposed to be threatening but he can only compare the actions to that of a distressed kitten who couldn’t catch the bug.
Todoroki doesn’t respond, opting to dry his hand of the water remnants.
“Oi! Shouto, I’m serious! I was about to have it.” Bakugou continues, his ‘anger’ appearing as a whiny pout more than anything.
Once again, Todoroki offers no reply as he stares at his scowling boyfriend.
Finally with a sigh and a disturbing grin that begins to cascade over the entirety of his face, Bakugo asks, “So when were you going to tell me how quick and agile you are with your hands?”