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“Pass me the sunscreen before I turn into a fucking lobster.”
Shouto blinks at Katsuki in confusion as he passes the sunscreen over.
“What does sunscreen have to do with lobster?”
“Are you serious right now?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Katsuki gives Shouto the same look he always does when he’s said something weird or stupid, which seems to be often in Katsuki’s opinion. Shouto thinks Katsuki says something strange just as often, but he’d never say it to his face. His kissing privileges would be taken away and then he’d be sad.
“You’re you. Anyway, since you don’t know a damn thing about anything, lobsters turn bright red when you cook them.”
“Oh, so you mean you’d get a sunburn? Why not just say that?”
“Because I’m not an extra, duh,” Katsuki says with a scoff. “I’m fucking Bakugou Katsuki.”
“Technically,” Shouto points out “I’m fucking Bakugou Katsuki.”
A group of girls overhears him as they walk by and start giggling. Oh dear. His eyes snap over to Katsuki to see him blushing furiously.
“DIE!!” Katsuki shouts at him.
He dodges the arms trying to snag him and runs across the beach, his flip flops flinging sand behind him. He spots Momo, Jirou, and Uraraka down the beach laying out their towels. Perfect, they’ll protect him from Katsuki’s wrath. Maybe.
Uraraka is the first to spot him as he sprints over.
“Oh! Hi, Todoroki! What’s the hu—”
“Save me,” Shouto pleads.
“Is Bakugou angry again?” Jirou asks as she sits on her towel.
“Get back here you icyhot bastard!!”
Jirou closes her eyes and smiles. “Apparently the answer is yes. What did you say this time? Something embarrassing?”
“Hold that thought,” Uraraka says as she holds up her hand. Shouto hears a loud yelp behind him.
“Put me down, Round Cheeks! I’ll kill you!”
Shouto ignores Katsuki and quickly tells them what happened. Like the other group of girls, they start giggling.
“Ha, I knew it!” Jirou exclaims. “Bakugou couldn’t resist getting some of that Todoroki D.”
“SHUT UP, EARS!!!”
“Don’t say that, Jirou!” Momo admonishes half-heartedly. She’s covering her mouth with her hand to try and hide her laughter.
“Uh, what’s Todoroki D, and how do you know I have it?”
“W-well,” Momo starts hesitantly, “every guy has one, um—”
“Dick,” Jirou supplies.
“Oh, I see…he definitely wanted it.”
“YOU FUCKING CANDY CANE! WE ARE BREAKING UP RIGHT NOW, YOU HEAR ME!? I’M GONNA BLAST YOUR DICK OFF!!”
Jirou tils her head and presses her index finger to her chin. “That sort of sounds like you want to jack him off.”
Shouto notices a lot of people staring at them as Katsuki screams his lungs out. They’re pointing and, in some cases, laughing, which is riling Katsuki up even more. He’ll have to try and calm him down, and he knows just the thing to do it.
“Uraraka, can you bring Katsuki over here, please?”
“STOP IGNORING ME!”
“…Is that a good idea?” Uraraka asks nervously, glancing at Katsuki floating behind them. “I’d like to keep all my body parts together.”
“It’ll be fine.” Shouto pats the spot next to him. “Just drop him here.”
“HEY! Don’t you fucking d—oof!”
Shouto immediately puts his hand on Katsuki’s head and starts stroking his hair and scratching his scalp. Just like every time he’s done this before, Katuski closes his eyes and makes that strange moaning noise, turning into a puddle of goop as he lays his head down. Momo, Jirou, and Uraraka all stare at him in shock, seemingly unable to believe what’s happening.
“That is so cute!” Uraraka squeals. “He’s like a little tired puppy.”
“Fuck you,” Katsuki mumbles without heat.
“Does this always happen?” Momo asks, leaning closer to look.
“Yes,” Shouto says, looking down at the blissful expression on Katsuki’s face. “I’m not sure why it works, but I find it to be very useful at times.”
Jirou’s eyes widen in surprise. “Why haven’t you shared this with us?? The whole class could keep him calm all the time if we constantly pet him.”
Shouto narrows his eyes at her and pulls Katsuki’s body into his lap, still stroking his head.
“Mine.”
Momo and Uraraka burst into laughter as Jirou sighs dejectedly. “We just can’t catch a break with him.”
“Hey guys!”
They all turn their heads to see Kirishima waving at them with Sero, Kaminari, and Ashido in tow.
“What’s with Bakugou?” Ashido asks once they get closer. She bends down to look at him. “Is he sick?”
“Shaddup,” Katsuki slurs out.
“I’m just keeping him distracted while he calms down,” Shouto tells them.
Kaminari reaches out and pokes Katsuki in the cheek a few times and gets a delayed, uncoordinated hand swipe in response.
“This is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen!” he crows. “Can we keep him like this forever? It’s so cute and funny.” He pokes Katsuki in the nose this time and gets no reaction.
Shouto agrees, although it would probably get boring after a while. Katsuki’s explosive personality is one of the best things about him. Most of the time. When it’s directed at other people…maybe Kaminari and Jirouu are right.
He stops petting Katsuki’s head and moves him off his lap. That should have been enough petting to calm him down.
“…I hate you,” Katsuki grumbles at him.
“I hate you, too,” Shouto says fondly.
“They’re so cute!” everyone gushes.
Katsuki’s hands spark and crackle, “Y’all wanna die?”
Kirishima just laughs at him and pats him on the head, “Bro, no one is going to take you seriously after what we just saw.”
“Fuck you,” Katsuki growls at him. “Just wait till we get back to the dorms. You’ll never get a good night’s sleep again.”
“Sure, sure, whatever you say. Anyway,” Kirishima digs through his bag and pulls out a white ball, “we came over to ask if you guys wanted to play some volleyball. They’ve got a net set up back there,” he jerks a thumb over his shoulder.
Momo and Jirou clap their hands together in excitement, “We’d love to!” they call out in unison.
“Cool! How ‘bout you guys?” Kaminari asks Shouto, Katsuki, and Uraraka.
“That game’s for extras,” Katsuki says dismissively.
“Lame,” Sero complained.
“Um, my quirk doesn’t mesh with volleyball very well, like at all, so I’ll just watch it that’s ok?” Uraraka asked hesitantly.
“Of course! You can admire my amazing skills,” Ashido boasted.
“Ok!” Uraraka happily agreed.
“What about you, Todoroki?” Sero asked. “We could use one more to make it even.”
“Yeah, please?” Kirishima begged.
“I’ll join you,” Shouto assured, “but I’ve never played before.”
“Sweet!” Kaminari exclaimed. “Don’t worry, it’s easy to learn. Change into your swimsuit and we’ll get started.”
Shouto nods and stands to take his tank top and shorts off.
“Oh, my.”
“Duude.”
“So hot.”
“So manly.”
“Damn.”
“Momo, make me a fan.”
“Huba, huba.”
Shouto blinks at them, perplexed at the reaction. Everyone is staring at him, and there’s a flush on all the girls’ and Kaminari’s faces.
He looks down at himself, not understanding what has them speechless.
Shouto tilts his head, “Did I do something wrong?”
Ashido is the first to speak, “Oh, no, definitely not. Not at all.”
“You did something correct,” Jirou adds. “I should take a picture so we can remember the moment you did something so very, very right.” She takes out her phone and taps at it very rapidly.
“You’re sharing that with me, right? I will do almost anything for you,” Kaminari pleads.
“Stop drooling over my boyfriend!!” Katsuki screamed.
“You’re the one with the wet chin, Bakugou,” Momo points out.
Face red, Katsuki slaps a hand over his chin to wipe the spit off.
“Man, I wish I was confident enough to wear a speedo,” moped Kirishima.
“I think you’d look very nice in a red one, Kirishima,” Shouto said, trying to cheer him up. “You have a nice butt, just like Katsuki.”
“Thanks, bro!”
Katsuki jumps to his feet, hands curled into fists.
“OI!! The only ass you get to look at is mine, bastard!”
“You’d look nice too, Katsuki,” Shouto placates. Very nice, actually. Very, very, very nice.
“Yeah, just think of all the guys and gals that’ll be ogling Bakugou’s rockin’ bod. They won’t be able to keep their hands off him!” Kaminari declared.
Oh.
Shouto looks over at Katsuki, only now realizing how much skin is exposed for others to see even in his swim trunks. Shouto looks around the packed beached. Every one of them could look over here and see Katsuki’s athletic body, his flawless skin, his nice butt.
He’s made a grave mistake. He has to fix this.
“At least people would be looking at me instead of your scrawny ass,” Katsuki shot back.
“My ass is not—T-Todoroki?”
“Huh? Shouto? W-wait, don’t!”
Shouto hold his arm out and unleashes his ice, completely encasing Katsuki’s body up to his chin. Everyone around him jumps back in alarm.
“There, now you’re safe and no one but me can see your ‘rocking bod’. I’m ready to play volleyball now.”
“A-alright, yeah. Yeah! Let’s go guys. Like, now. Please,” begged Kirishima. “He’s really scary when he’s jealous, trust me,” he whispers to Sero and Kaminari.
“I want soba after we finish, Kirishima,” Shouto commands as he walks towards the volleyball net.
Kirishima quivered out, “Yes, sir!” as he and the others rushed to follow.
“H-hey, d-d-don’t fucking igno-ore me! Unf-f-f-freeze m-m-m-god da-amnit!! Sh-shouto!!!”