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Bakugou was hunched over his home-office desk, filling in various reports related to the last villain encounter. Glancing at the wall clock he sighed, glaring quickly at the clock hands pointing 7pm.

It was getting late and his back was getting stiff. He rolled back his shoulders, leaning backwards and stretching, hearing his joints and muscles pop at the strain. He should take a break, but the quicker he finished his task the quicker he could get up and start preparing dinner for himself and his boyfriend.

Speaking of, Shouto has been weirdly quiet these past few hours while Bakugou was torturing his hand with writing down these reports.

The sound of the door opening interrupted his contemplating, making him turn his head and lock eyes with Todoroki.

Katsuki’s lips unconsciously quirked up in a smile, body turning to the side to face the taller man as he approached their desk. Shouto placed a gentle hand on Katsuki’s shoulder, feeling the tension slip out as the blond leaned into his touch.

“Are you done yet?” he asked in a quiet voice, not wanting to add to Bakugou’s growing headache from all the paperwork he got done these past few days.

Reaching with his right hand and clasping it over the one Todoroki had on his shoulder, he started tracing small circles on the back of his hand.

“Almost finished, I still have to fill in the details about how we fucking obliterated that bastard, and then I’ll make you soba.”

“Actually, dinner is finished.”

Shouto answered in the same quiet voice, head turning shyly to the side, hiding the pink dusting his cheeks behind the long hair which had fallen in his face. It was so fucking cute how quickly he got embarrassed whenever he did something for Katsuki. 

“It’s nothing too fancy, I just made the fried rice dish you taught me how to prepare…and maybe some spicy chicken” his boyfriend explained when he caught the surprised look in Katsuki’s eyes.

“Really now?”

Bakugou asked, smirk creeping onto his face, pride bubbling inside his chest as he looked at the beauty in front of him. One hand sneaked around Todoroki’s thigh, pulling him closer until one of Katsuki’s leg was resting between his.

“You spent all this time in the kitchen cooking dinner for us?”

He continued, tilting his head up and smiling fondly when he locked eyes with Shouto, admiring the small sparkling of his eyes as the light from the lamp caught in them.

“I know how tired you are, so I thought about taking the dinner making task off your shoulders.”

Todoroki placed both his hands on Bakugou’s shoulders, kneading them to emphasize his point, feeling the strained muscle. “Literally”

Katsuki closed his eyes for a bit as Shouto continued to massage his shoulders, tension seeping out, replaced by the fluttering sensation in his chest he always got when he was in his boyfriend's arms.

Or with Shouto in any way.

Just being near him made all the stress in Katsuki's body dissipate and his heart warm up.

Just when the blond was about to pull his boyfriend into his lap, Shouto backed away, tugging him up with one hand.

“Come eat dinner.”

Chuckling at the reversal of their roles, he took one last glance at the reports, cursing them in his head, turned off the lamp and followed his angel out into their kitchen.

Dinner was spent in the quiet of the night slipping through their windows, the clacking of the metal chopsticks against plates the only noise disturbing the peacefulness of the moment.

Eating dinner together was a routine they tried to keep up as much as they could, given the fact that the two of them would often get different shifts at the agency, or they would pull extra hours on some days.

But they would both come home with the promise of a warm and delicious dinner shared with the person they love the most in this world, and the stress of the day would just go away as soon as they saw each other at the entrance of their apartment.

After Todoroki cleared out the table, Bakugou offered to wash the dishes, something Todoroki would do after Bakugou cooked their dinner but ultimately ending up with the two of them washing the plates. Shouto dismissed him, saying they could take care of it tomorrow.

As much as Bakugou hated to post-pone simple tasks like this, he agreed, the exhaustion of today taking over as he slumped back in his chair. Shouto approached him once again, pushing blond hair back as he bent down and kissed his forehead.

“Go to bed, I’ll join you in a bit” he softly said, caressing his cheek before putting away their cups and cutlery.

Bakugou groaned at the loss of contact, but got up wordlessly, the promise of cuddles before falling asleep in Shouto’s arms bringing a smile to his lips.

The blond changed into more comfortable clothes and flopped onto their bed just as Shouto walked in, a bottle of something in his hand. Since it was too dark in their bedroom Bakugou couldn’t make out the label or the look of it.

“Take your shirt off.” Shouto said as he got closer to the bed, climbing with his knees on it.

“We just ate and you already want me naked, pretty boy?”

Katsuki teased, but raised his hands towards his boyfriend to help him take his shirt off. He heard a huffed laugh from above and turned to look at the bottle on the bed; it was body oil.

“It’s not like that, Kats. Lay on your stomach, I’ll give you a massage.”

Todoroki maneuvered the blond before he could move on his own and settled on his thighs, crotch just below his ass. He rubbed Katsuki’s back a few times and then took the bottle in his hands, pouring a few dollops of oil into his palms, heating it up with his quirk.

Shouto used his right hand to spread the warm liquid onto Bakugou’s broad and taut back, admiring the trained muscles and gently tracing the scars adorning his skin.

His fingers danced along the outline of each scar, just like his lips would on special nights where Shouto’s feelings threatened to burst out. It was too much for him to handle the love and adoration he felt for the man laid down on their bed right now, the only way to get rid of the suffocating feeling of drowning in emotions being worshipping the artwork that Katsuki was.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Shouto whispered, more to himself than anything, but Bakugou heard him, there was nothing else that could have distracted his ears from listening to the deep tones of his lover’s voice. Katsuki relished in the attention, settling further into the mattress, butt wiggling a bit, craving more praises.

“Stop squirming, baby. I know you’re impatient for cuddles but those can wait.”

Shouto taunted, knowing how much Bakugou hated admitting to liking their cuddle sessions.

“As if, you’re the one that can’t wait to snuggle up into my chest, halfie.”

The blond said back, no trace of harshness or bite in his reply, fondness coating his words.

“Mhm.” Todoroki continued kneading his back, cooling the skin with his left palm when the heat of the oil and skin rubbing got too much.

Several minutes later Bakugou felt a lot better. His back wasn’t aching anymore, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed. He almost fell asleep, head tucked in his arms, when he felt Todoroki’s chest against his back and little kissed peppered all over his neck.

He smiled and let his boyfriend have his way, knowing how much he liked playing with Bakugou like this. Katsuki shivered when he felt Shouto’s lips nibble at his ear and puffs of cold breath dancing against the skin of his cheekbones.

“Turn around on your back.”

Shouto whispered, pushing himself back to raise himself on his knees so his love could turn around.

“What, are you gonna massage my chest or wha-“

Bakugou’s teasing question was interrupted when he felt arms cradle his waist and a head placed on his chest, the feeling of Todoroki’s nose on his sternum tickling him.

He quickly recovered, bringing his arms to wrap them around Shouto’s body, bringing him closer, as if that was possible.

Todoroki kept on nuzzling his face into Katsuki’s pecs, palms slowly rubbing his back, as best as he could with them trapped between the bed and his boyfriend, happy noises buzzing in his chest, reverberating through Katsuki, causing his heart to match with Shouto's own heartbeat.

“Stop squirming baby.” Bakugou mocked Shouto, one hand coming up to thread though his hair, pushing it to the side to reveal his beautiful face.

“You said it yourself, I’m the one that can’t wait to snuggle up into your chest.”

“Tch, idiot.”

Katsuki muttered, pinching Todoroki’s side, earning a yelp from the taller male. Shouto raised his head to look at him, arching one brow at the nickname.

“Pretty idiot.” Bakugou offered, getting a grin from the other.

“That’s more like it.”

Shouto replied, ready to settle back into his chest just for his face to get squished between big and warm hands, tilting his head upwards to connect their lips together.

“You beautiful idiot, I love you so fucking much”

The blonde rasped out, breathless from their kiss, admiring the blue and gray eyes staring at him, looking through him, tearing him apart, stripping him from any doubts and worries.

With a beaming smile, Todoroki leaned in again to peck his lips.

“I love you, too, Katsuki.”

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1. At the park

Bakugou had no idea how he ended up here, but somehow he found himself walking through the local park, scowling at stray cherry blossom petals falling and getting stuck in his spiky blond hair. He was never one to take long walks in the park, but with the latest tests his mind was a flurry of equations and other stupid shit the teachers dumped on them.

And his patience was running thin, so, instead of blowing up his shitty classmates’ heads, he decided he needed a break from the idiot brigade, hence his leave from the dorm and his current situation.

He took a deep inhale, trying to calm himself.

Spotting a nearby bench located under some trees, the boy contemplated relaxing on it, enjoying the calming aura of the park. Grumbling to himself he went and sat on it, cursing the stupid meditation sessions Mina keeps on forcing him and the other 3 idiots to attend along with her.

Plopping down on the warm wood, Bakugou closed his eyes and tilted his head back, trying to enjoy the peace,  something you could not do in a building filled with other 19, more or less, rowdy teenagers.

Squinting one eye open, he saw a kid running around with a ball and his parents yelling after him to watch where he’s going, a lady with a stroller nearby, 3 other teenage boys loudly talking amongst themselves and blasting music on their phones.

So much for a moment of peace and quiet.

Letting out another grunt, he rolled his shoulders back, ready to get up and head to the dorms, when he heard a small noise coming from under the bench.

He stopped for a second, frowning to himself and glaring at the air, trying to figure out what let out that squeaky sounding noise.

Turning around to inspect the bench, he heard it again, louder this time. Crouching on the ground, he looked under it, and, of fucking course-- a stray cat.

Bakugou didn’t hate animals, per say, but lately, whenever he and that half ‘n half bastard walked together to classes or fuck knows where, they would always spot stray cats.

Lucky stray cats because Todoroki was a sucker for them and always bent down to pet them and scratch the little fuckers under their chin and behind their ears. And they even got to rub their little heads against Halfie’s left leg, drawn to the warmth.

No, Bakugou was not jealous, fuck you. He was just annoyed, that that Icyhot fucker payed more attention to those cats instead of focusing on sparring with Bakugou, or whatever. Damn cats.

Turning his attention on the ball of fur curled up under the bench, Katsuki frowned at it, as if the cat would understand his threat. Instead, it got up and pranced over to rub its head against Bakugou’s bent knees and then, get this, it rolled on the ground, landing with its back onto his shoes.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, furball?”

The blond sneered, flashing a feral look to the cat, who was happily nuzzling against the teen.

“Enjoying yourself, fucker? I’m warning you, go away or else-“ he was about to finish that threat when he looked at the cat’s eyes, one pale yellow and the other one a rich blue.

Heterochromia.

Huh. Just like Halfie bastard’s eyes--Oh for fuck’s sake we’re not thinking about that idiot again!

Rubbing his temples, Bakugou cursed himself again for even sparing a thought about that dumbass, not that this was not a common occurrence, since, a few good months. This was turning into a major problem.

The teen tentatively reached to pet the cat’s head, figuring it wasn’t that bad. Maybe Halfie was onto something with his cat obsession.

Not that Bakugou would ever admit to this out loud.

Ever.

When the cat let out a purr, Bakugou almost stumbled backwards in surprise, but propped himself by catching the bench with his free hand. Fucking stupid cute cats.

He spent a good 10 minutes playing with the cat until his phone pinged, signaling a received text from some shitty extra most likely. Yeah, it was just Kaminari begging Bakugou to share his homework with him. Before pocketing his phone, a very stupid idea struck the blond.

His fingers clasped and unclasped around the device, sweat forming on his palms.

Wouldn’t it be creepy? Or stupid? Ah fuck it.

He opened his chat with Todoroki and snapped a photo of the cat, and in a last moment decision, he also sent in a message

Reminded me of you, has 2 stupid colored eyes just like your dumb ass

He finally got up to leave the park, not before turning one last time to look at the cat, a silent promise of maybe coming back to visit it with Todoroki. When he crossed the dorm’s gates, his phone pinged again, and this time Bakugou wasn’t opening it with the distaste he would when he knew it was some dumb text from his idiotic ‘friends’, this time he hoped it was from Todoroki. And it indeed was.

-I’m glad you think a cat reminded you of me, she’s really cute.

-Didn’t know you liked cats, Bakugou.

Denying the smile on his face, Bakugou stepped inside the elevator and pressed the number to his floor, the thought of going back to the park present until he fell asleep.

2. In the city

Bakugou is about to blast off their heads. The fuckers; Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero dragged him against his will in town to some stupid food festival. They tricked him, they were sorcerers, that was the only explanation.

But now Bakugou couldn’t do anything but grumble to himself while he walked along, against his will, with the other 4 idiots along the food stalls, cursing them every time they stopped to gush or gasp at some stupid animal shaped cookies or other useless shit.

He bets they don’t even taste good. He could make better cookies by himself.

“C’mon Blasty, enjoy yourself for a bit. I bet they have spicy food somewhere around here!”

Sero yelled over the crowd that swarmed around the city center, putting and arm around Bakugou’s shoulder, just to get it pushed away seconds later.

“Yeah, bro. This festival’s awesome, they have so many dishes here, there’s definitely something here that you’ll like!”

Kirishima added, flashing him a toothy smile and gesturing to the numerous food stalls.

“Loosen up, Bakugou, you’ll get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that!” Mina laughed, poking at his scrunched up forehead.

“Don’t touch me, Racoon eyes!”

“Your face might get stuck like that and you’ll look ugly for the rest of your life.” Kaminari stated with a snicker, hiding his laugh behind his hand.

“One more word and your face will get stuck in that fence.”

Kaminari shot his hands up in defense, hiding behind Mina who doubled over in laughter, swatting the electric blond away. They walked around some more, stopping a few times to buy various ‘awesome looking’ dishes as Kirishima yelled way too loudly in his ear, and ended up at some dessert food stall. Looking up, Bakugou read over the pink and swirly font “Magic Mochi”. What in fuck’s name?

“Hey, Kacchan. D’you want some mochi? It's really good, dude!” Kaminari slurred out, mouthful of mochi, eyes scrunched up as he loudly munched on the dessert.

“Get away from me, dunce face.” Bakugou slapped his face away and turned his attention to the array of mochi displayed on the table.

They had about 27 different flavors, in almost just as many colors and combinations. He decided on trying the salted-caramel one, when his eyes drifted to a ridiculous looking mochi “Strawberries and cream”, which where half white half red.

This was the universe mocking him. He just knew it. He couldn’t go a day without thinking about that icyhot bastard.

“Hey, Bakugou. Those look exactly like Todoroki, don’t they?” Mina whispered in his ear with a lilt to her voice. This was bad.

“Why would I fucking care about some stupid sugar balls looking like that Halfie bastard huh?” he exploded, turning to yell in Mina’s face.

“You know, I heard Uraraka say that he has a sweet tooth. Maybe buying him some wouldn’t hurt anyone.” The pink girl suggested, wiggling her eyebrows at the blond.

“Do I look like a give a shit about that idiot?” ok maybe not the best question to ask, because, as dumb as Bakugou thinks Racoon eyes is, as attentive she is. So there is a possibility that she might kn-

“Yes, yes you look like you do. Hurry up, Blasty! I’ll keep the boys occupied while you buy the sweets for your prince charming!” She scurried off with a wink before Bakugou could yell at her again.

Fuck Racoon Eyes and her tendencies to meddle in his business, he’s not as subtle as he thought he was. Paying for the damn mochi, he went back to his group of idiots and made their way back to the dorms, chatting about some stupid shit like always.

Bakugou’s head was, unfortunately, filled with images of Todoroki receiving the mochi and the multiple outcomes this scenario might have; he might not even spare Bakugou a glance when he would push the box back in his hands, rejecting it altogether; he might accept it out of pity, feeling sorry for Bakugou.

Or he might laugh in his face at the stupid idea of Bakugou gifting him some stupid half ‘n half mochi. But Bakugou couldn’t back out now, he was on a mission. He will give Todoroki this mochi and that bastard will enjoy it.

At least he hopes he will.

When he made his way to the stairs, he heard Mina call his name, the others giving him smiles and encouraging words, as if he was going to confess or some shit. Nu-uh. No way in hell. That was not happening.

Trudging up 5 flights of stairs, Bakugou felt his palms getting sweaty again. He lied to himself, saying that’s just a natural response to his body wanting to fight Todoroki. Yeah. Fight.

In no time he reached Halfie’s door, dauntingly looking down upon him, daring him to knock on it. Inhaling in a deep breath, the blond raised his fist, knocking loudly on the door, trying to cover the even louder beat of his heart.

Not even 3 seconds later, Bakugou thought about just fleeting, figuring the other was asleep or something, so he turned around and made for the elevator, feeling relieved at the other’s absence, but then he heard the door open. Fuck his life and the idiot brigade.

“Bakugou? What are you doing here, your floor is under this one.”

Todoroki’s monotone and slightly confused voice asked, gracing Bakugou’s ears with the smooth tone of it. Go back stupid thoughts, I said go the fuck back, we’re not doing it today.

“I know this is not my fucking floor, I just…” Bakugou started, turning around and fidgeting with the box in his hands.

“What is that?”

The idiot had the audacity to ask, pointing to the box that was seconds away from being blasted into oblivion by the angry teen. Stomping forward, he pushed the box into his hands and crossed his arms.

“It’s for you, dumbass.”

Todoroki’s eyes widened, examining the box closely, turning it around and sideways, admiring the packaging, which was a simple plain white box with the name of the company stuck to the front on a pink label.

“It’s indeed a nice box, Bakugou. Thank you, I’ll find a way to make use of it.” The bastard says, and Bakugou wanted to gauge his eyes out.

“Not the box, you absolute idiot, open it!”

The yelling startled Todoroki a bit, but he quickly composed himself, holding the box in his right palm and opening it with his left hand.

“Oh.” This good for nothing heater/air-conditioner was going to be the death of him. “How did you know I like mochi? I’m grateful for this gift, but may I ask you, how come you agreed to give me anything out of your own volition? Are they spiked? Did you put spicy powder in them?”

“How dare you assume I would do something like that, Icyhot?”

Bakugou accused, pointing a finger in his face. Todoroki gave him a look. Bakugou faltered, his finger wobbling midair before falling to his side.

“I just saw them at that shitty food festival and thought of you. ‘s no big deal.”

Todoroki smiled, blessing Bakugou with it, and took one mochi with his fingers, taking a bite out of it. The look of pleasure on his face will remain ingrained in Bakugou’s brain until the day he dies.

“You’re really observant, Bakugou. Strawberry is my favorite flavor. Thank you again.”

Todoroki said after he finished the dessert, before handing one to Bakugou. The blond reluctantly took it, pushing the thought of ‘I’m basically eating halfie bastard right now’ away, and plopping the whole thing in his mouth.

“They’re not bad, though I bet I could make better tasting ones.” He said absentmindedly, rubbing the sugar left on his fingers on his pants.

“You will?” Todoroki was too powerful for his own good, and Bakugou was having a hard time saying no when the taller boy flashed him that hopeful look.

“Yeah yeah, stop with the pleading, Icyhot. See you in class tomorrow.” Bakugou stomped to the elevator, scowl on his face, but once the doors closed, he had the biggest smile on his face. That was worth it.

3. At the beach

Whoever had the bright idea of letting their class spend a day at the beach was missing a whole lotta braincells. These fuckers wrecked the beach, even scared some kids with their yelling, and Bakugou swears he heard Kaminari’s worried voice telling Kirishima that he short circuited something in the cabins they rented for the day, near the seaside.

May the Gods have mercy on Bakugou, he just wanted some peace, but he knew his hopes were in vain. Sinking further into his lounge-chair, he closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep. Maybe he’ll wake up by the time they have to leave and avoid any other stupid stunt his classmates were about to pull.

“Bakugou!!!”

Too late.

“What the fuck do you want, tape dispenser?” He growled at Sero, eyes furiously glaring at the dark-haired boy.

“There’s an ice cream stand near those shops. Wanna come with us and grab some? I heard they sell shaved ice.” Sero offered, already immune to Bakugou’s murderous stares.

The blond mulled it over, he quite liked shaved ice. And he was sweating buckets just lounging around in the sun. He stood up, following the other boy and joining some other classmates to the ice cream parlor.

When they got there, Jirou asked everyone what they wanted and she would tell the vendor their orders, saying it was easier and faster that way.

So, just like that, Bakugou was baffled when he received a cone of shaved iced, half white and half red. The red part presumably being strawberry syrup. Someone up there was definitely laughing at him right now, and to his left as well, because he’s damn sure he just heard Kirishima and Kaminari snicker at him.

He stood there glaring daggers at the cold dessert, until all his classmates left. He then made the very bad decision of ordering another cone. Yes. He reached this point.

Trudging back to their spot on the beach, he scanned the area in search for a similar Canadian flag looking head. Todoroki was busy sitting on the edge of small wooden pier, legs swaying in the water. Weird, he was not hanging out with shitty Deku and his other shitty friends.

Approaching his classmate, Bakugou ignored the looks Mina gave him when she figured out the direction he was going in, and the fact that he was holding 2 fucking cones of shaved ice. Fuck him. Literally.

This was a Hell to which Bakugou kept adding fuel. But it was Heaven at the same time. Todoroki looked up when he heard the sound of feet padding along the deck, smiling softly when he saw it was Bakugou.

It almost sent the blond crashing into the water.

Sitting down, he thrusted the cone towards Todoroki, who caught it before it made contact with his white T-shirt.

“Thanks?” Todoroki offered, again confused at the act of kindness Bakugou decided to show him. This was turning into a habit, and Todoroki wasn’t one to complain.

“You know, you keep on giving me things that are half red and half white. Why is that?” He asked, licking away at the rapidly melting ice.

“Cause they have the same fucking colors like your stupid hair, halfie.”

Ok, Bakugou had to work on how he talked to his crush 'cause this will get him nowhere.

To his surprise, his response got a laugh out of Todoroki, Bakugou entranced by the beautiful sound of it. Todoroki should laugh more, and smile. Definitely smile more.

“I’m flattered you take the time to think about me.”

Bakugou would have cursed him, or deny that he think about Todoroki in his free time, but there was nothing to deny. So he settled on grunting in acknowledgement, and turned his attention away from Todoroki’s stupid (pretty) face, trying to calm his beating heart.

4. At a restaurant

Who in the hell keeps on dragging Bakugou out of the dorms, he doesn’t know. He actually knows and the answer is the idiots that call themselves his friends, but he’s pissed at them again, and at the fact that they dragged him out yet again, to go see some dumb movie they won’t stop yapping about.

Kirishima was holding one of Bakugou’s wrists because “Kiri, you’re the only one immune to Blasty’s explosions, hold him and don’t let him run back to the dorms” as Mina instructed. So here he was, waiting in line at the cinema as Kaminari buzzed in his place, excited for the film.

“You can let go of my hand, Shitty Hair. I ain’t running off nowhere.”

“Ok ok, but just know that if you try to leave I will duck you on the head.”

Kirishima said with a laugh, letting go of him, Bakugou dusted off his pants and glanced around, he’s never been to this area before.

Scrunching his nose at the swarm of people walking down the streets, he took notice of a place across the cinema, who seemed to be flooded with customers.

“What the fuck are they doing over there? What can be so exciting that so many people are crowding inside that place?”

Bakugou asked no one in particular, but of course the others just had to reply.

“I heard it’s a new restaurant that just opened 2 weeks ago.” Sero explained, already munching on some popcorn he got from God knows where.

“Oh yeah, they serve really good soba, that’s why the place is so popular.”

Mina added and dragged the four boys inside the cinema, the line of people already gone by the time Bakugou processed the information. Soba huh? This gave him an idea.

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“You want me to come with you to a restaurant? To have dinner with you?” Todoroki asked, disbelief and surprise clear in his voice, despite the still emotionless look on his face.

“Yes, dumbface-“ Todoroki didn’t even flinch at the new nicknames “-be ready by 6 or I’m leaving you here.”

Bakugou said and with that he left, hurrying to his room to scream into his pillow and have a mental breakdown about what he’ll wear on this ‘totally-not-a-date-but-still-kind-of-a-date’ with Todoroki. He was digging his own grave wasn’t he?

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Someone was conspiring against Bakugou, this was just unbelievable. He barely got out the front door of the dorms and his breath was already stolen.

Todoroki was leaning against the building, hands in his jean pockets, thumb playing with the outside material, head tilted to the side to reveal his neck which wasn’t covered in the signature black turtleneck, this time adorned with the collar of a white loose button up shirt. And of course the first 2 buttons were unbuttoned. Bakugou will not survive this night.

“You’re here.” Todoroki stated, waking the blond from his trance.

“Of course I’m here, let’s go, Halfie.”

“You could call me by my real name, these nicknames aren’t getting any better. You’re losing your bite.” the walking peppermint said, looking at Bakugou with those ethereal eyes.

“And what would you want me to call you, pretentions bastard?” Bakugou gritted through his teeth, fists clenching inside his jacket pockets, trying not to blast that pretty face of his.

“Shouto, obviously. You can call me by my first name.” Bakugou choked. Torture was nice. Death sounded nice too, now that he thinks about it.

“You can call me Katsuki then, I guess.” Todoroki hummed in agreement, walking with a skip in his step, and maybe closer to Bakugou? Or he was just imagining things.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Todoroki let out a gasp, hands bunching up the material of Bakugou’s maroon jacket.

“This is my favorite place, how did you know?” Such a coincidence, really. Bakugou felt like the most lucky and cursed man on earth.

“Luck? I don’t fucking know, let’s go inside.”

Todoroki was vibrating in his seat, smile never leaving his face. It was an amazing view, Bakugou was trying his best to remember every moment of tonight. They talked for a while, the two finding out they had more things in common than they previously thought.

“It has been a while since I last ate at one of their restaurants. Thank you for bringing me, Katsuki, I’m really happy.”

Bakugou was officially dead. He died and went to Heaven and no one can tell him otherwise. This was one of his best days ever.

“It’s no big deal, Shouto.”

This was worth all the heart attacks Bakugou went through.

5. At the mall

Todoroki was never one to hang out at the mall. Or hang out at any social or public space. But here he was, in the middle of the mall with his friends, Midoriya and Iida, in the search of finding gifts for Uraraka’s upcoming birthday.

The girl brings them quite often various treats she makes at home on the weekends with her parents, insisting that her friends should try them to. Todoroki took a liking to her cinnamon cookies, so a present for her birthday was only fair. And he likes to spoil their friends as well, or maybe he just enjoys using his dad’s credit card.

As the 3 boys looked at various displays and windows, a particular clothing articled caught Torodoki’s eye. Ok, this wasn’t for Uraraka, but this did not mean that he couldn’t shop for his other friends.

Entering the clothing store, he left Iida and Midoriya wandering around some jewelry shop, and approached the mannequin he saw in the window.

“If you need help with anything just ask, young man.”

One of the workers offered, as she went through different racks of clothes, folding what looked like a pile of graphic tees. He thanked the lady and asked her for the hoodie he saw in the window, telling her the size he wanted, and paying for it.

Outside his friends looked hopeful as they saw Todoroki come out with a shopping bag, thinking the content was for Uraraka.

“No, I still have no idea what to get her, but this is for Katsuki.” Shouto explained, holding the bag close to him, proudly looking at the other boys.

“Ka-Katsuki?!? Since when are you and Kacchan on first names basis?” Midoriya asked, visible disturbed and confused.

“Since we went to have dinner at the new soba restaurant they opened across the cinema. I didn’t know they were opening a new place, the food was very good as always, and Katsuki even offered to pay for every-“ Todoroki’s rambling was interrupted by the green-haired boy’s screeching.

"You went on a date with Kacchan?”

“Are you sure Bakugou-kun doesn't have any hidden intentions, Todoroki? You have to be careful around him, you know how he tends to lose his temper often around our classmates and especially you-” Iida instructed, flailing his arms around.

“Hmmm, I don’t think he has ill intentions, he told me that time he gave me a box of mochi that he wouldn’t poison it-“ Midoriya was out cold on the floor.

The three boys finally arrived at the dorms around 7:30 pm, gifts for Uraraka already wrapped up in colorful paper. They sneaked across the common room so as to not grab the attention of the girls and ran to the elevator.

Todoroki got off at the 4^th floor, no, he wasn’t lost, he just had to make a quick stop before he went to his room. Knocking on Bakugou’s door, he heard stomping on the other side of it, smile getting bigger as he waited for Katsuki to open it.

“Shitty hair, stop bothering me I’m-oh, Shouto, what do you want?”

“Can I come in? I got you something.” Todoroki asked and presented the paper bag, lifting it between them.

“Yeah sure, why the fuck not, make yourself at home.” Bakugou grumbled, stepping aside to let the other boy inside, closing the door after.

“I saw this at the mall today and I immediately thought of you. I’m no expert in fashion but I hope you like it.”

Todoroki went on as he grabbed a black hoodie from the bag. It had a small grenade embroidered on the front and little explosions at the tip of the tassels. This made Bakugou laugh.

“It’s really something, Shouto.” He was still getting used to calling him like that all the time “But you don’t need to buy me stuff.”

The blond flushed at the thought of Todoroki spending the time to buy him something, just because it reminded him of Bakugou. This was too much, Katsuki felt like he was drowning. He approached the other boy, hands gripping the soft material of the hoodie, examining the subtle but intricate design. Smiling to himself, he looked up at Shouto.

“Lift up your arms” The taller looked puzzled but did as he was told, raising both arms up.

Bakugou raised the hoodie and pulled it over Todoroki’s arms and head, ruffling his hair to get it back in place. The younger boy looked down at the hoodie, then back up at Bakugou.

“But I got it for you, why would I wear it?”

“You said it yourself, it reminds you of me, right?” Mistake number 1. Shouto seemed to think this over, and then his eyes widened and he smirked towards Bakugou.

“So you want me to think about you when I wear it? Is that the reas-“

The blond interrupted the other’s smug remark by putting the hoodie over his head and pulling the tassels until the material bunched over Todoroki’s face, covering most of it.

“I can still talk like this, I know you just want me to think about you whe-“

So Bakugou did the first thing that came to his mind. He pulled Shouto towards him and smothered his face into his chest. Mistake number 2.

At this, Todoroki went silent for a while, until he wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s waist, face nuzzling into his chest. “I’ll shut up if you’ll let me hold you for a bit longer.” Todoroki offered hopeful, rubbing Bakugou’s back with his hands.

“Then shut your trap, Shouto.” The blond replied, letting his head fall on the other’s shoulder.

Chapter Text

If someone asked Todoroki to pick a favorite feature about his boyfriend, Katsuki, he wouldn’t be able to tell you exactly what he loves the most. He would say “Katsuki as a whole”, but to choose just one element, that might take some time. But after some thinking and deliberation, he would say his eyes.

That’s the first thing Todoroki sees when he wakes up, because Bakugou tends to rise before him, watching Shouto slowly rise from his slumber. It’s the last thing he sees before he goes to sleep as well.

He loves looking into Katsuki’s eyes, red, piercing and fierce, like 2 rubies shining in the warm caress of the sunrise.

Those are the same eyes that would look at him fondly when Shouto would find a stray cat and snuggle it to his chest, his own grey and blue eyes pleading Katsuki to let him take the cat home.

Red eyes would crinkle at the corners then shift somewhere else as a light blush took home under them, as Katsuki told him yet again “no, leave the cat, we have to finish this patrol”. 

Those eyes would frown at him when Shouto would spout some nonsense about how he can keep going, how he doesn’t need rest or sleep, how he has to finish this report now.

Ruby orbs would roll to the back of Bakugou’s head, then open again with visible worry swimming in them, as the blond would pull Todoroki to his feet, out of his office chair and towards the front door of their agency.

Those same eyes would shed tears at night when their owner would wake up in the midst of a nightmare, hands searching for his lover in the dark.

Those eyes possessed so many emotions and Todoroki was lucky enough to witness most of them. That’s why he started looking at Bakugou more. Watching him closely throughout the day, studying his expressions, especially his eyes.

He loved gazing into Katsuki’s eyes, knowing how the attention often flustered his boyfriend. Shouto would find excuses just to stare at Katsuki, taking in all of his beautiful features, and sometimes even taking pictures of him.

It was one late Friday night, and to their delight they had a day off the next day. It would be their first off day together in about 3 weeks. So they decided to spend some quality time with each other, sprawled on the couch, watching one of All Might’s old movies from his hero days.

Or at least, Katsuki was watching the movie, Shouto was busy staring at his profile, hands gently playing with Bakugou’s, intertwining their fingers, tracing invisible lines in his palm, bringing them to his lips to kiss his knuckles.

Eventually, Katsuki let out a chuckle, turning his alluring red eyes in his direction, leaning his head against the back of the couch.

“What are you doing, baby? Bored with the movie?” he inquired, thumb rubbing into Todoroki’s hand.

“I just wanted to look at you, didn’t want to disturb you.” he sheepishly admitted.

“If you wanted some attention you could’ve said so, Shouto cake.” Todoroki scrunched his nose at the pet name, knowing how much Bakugou enjoys teasing him like that.

The blond leaned forward to peck him on the nose before returning to his previous position, but maybe a tad bit closer to his boyfriend than he was before.

He brought a hand to play with white strands of hair, threading his fingers through the now long silky locks, letting them fall against the couch pillows. All this time they didn’t break eye contact, staring at each other’s eyes as if they could speak louder than words, sometimes even louder than actions.

“You have beautiful eyes.”

It was Katsuki’s voice. Said beautiful heterochromatic eyes blinked then crinkled at the corners, displaying happiness and sincerity as Shouto smiled and got closer to his boyfriend, hands coming to cup his cheeks.

“Yours are very delightful as well.” Red eyes rolled again but returned to lock with mismatched ones, gazes holding an unspoken promise.

There were many reasons why Bakugou woke up before Shouto. For one, he was a morning person, used to getting up early and start the day productively. His boyfriend not so much, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t learn from each other.

Just as Shouto tried to wake up earlier even on their days off, Katsuki himself tried to, on some mornings, stay in bed a little longer and enjoy the warm body in his arms, the soft brush of white and red hair against the nape of his neck, the gentle touch of fingers against his cheeks and nose as Shouto loved to touch him like this in the early morning hours.

But one very important reason was seeing those stormy- grey and aquamarine eyes open and look at him with so much love that made Katsuki feel like he was about to burst with emotion.

He would cradle that pretty face in his hands and kiss both eyelids before whispering “good morning, Shouto”, voice quieter than the rustling of the sheets.

Todoroki broke their staring session by closing his eyes as a yawn crept between his lips, bringing another smile to Katsuki’s face.

“It’s getting late, don’t you wanna go to bed?” Bakugou asked, hands wrapping around Shouto’s waist, pulling him closer.

“Let me stare at you some more.” The younger pouted, palms resting on Katsuki’s shoulders.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

Chapter Text

So maybe cooking by himself wasn’t the best idea. Todoroki grabbed the smoking pan with a kitchen towel, hand fanning at it to clear the air and taking it out on the balcony.

Well, that’s another one ruined, Shouto thought to himself as he placed it near the other burnt pan on the ground, near Katsuki’s potted plants. Todoroki just wanted to prepare lunch for his busy boyfriend, but his hands were not cooperating, nor his limited cooking skills.

When the dual hero closed the balcony sliding door, he was met with red eyes and spiky blond hair. Maybe he had been indeed too loud in the kitchen.

“What’s with all this damned noise? Are you fighting with the cutlery again?”

Bakugou asked, marching to the counter to inspect the damage done by his boyfriend.

“You’re supposed to use oil before you fry anything in the pan, or at least butter. What were you doing to this poor piece of chicken?”

Todoroki shuffled next to the ‘crime scene’, head bowed in embarrassment from the light scolding he was receiving. He knew he was not the best when it came to cooking or anything related to preparing something more complex than instant soba, but he had been hopeful that he could get something simple like curry rice done. 

“I know I may have disrupted your work with my attempts-“ a squint from Katsuki “-my loud attempts at cooking, but with all the work that you have to finish, I was thinking I could take over the cooking for today.”

He explained while clearing up the counter top, throwing away the burnt and mangled chicken bits. 

“Don’t put the ingredients away, we can make it together.” Katsuki offered, rough hands stopping more delicate ones from grabbing the seasoning packets.

“Really?” Todoroki asked surprised, a smile blooming on his face.

Grey-cerulean eyes followed the other as Katsuki moved through the kitchen, grabbing extra ingredients and a clean new pan to cook the meat in.

“Cut the vegetables and toss them in a bowl. I’ll show you how to make the dressing.” the blond instructed while seasoning the chicken.

Todoroki immediately got to work, grabbing a knife and starting to chop one of the carrots. Not so bad, the slices were uneven but he was trying his best.

This was nice, really nice in fact. The atmosphere was light, a pleasant silence enveloping the two heroes as they cooked together. They should to this more often, Shouto is delighted at the fact that he can help Katsuki in the kitchen.

Thrilled by his current task, Todoroki started humming a familiar tune and stomping his foot to a silent beat while lightly swaying his hips in rhythm with his chopping. He almost cut his finger, but he swears he’ll be more careful.

Hearing the sizzle of the meat, the taller man concluded that Bakugou just tossed the meat in the pan, the delicious smell of spices wafting him in the face, making him impatient for their meal. Shouto turned to the task at hand, when he felt a hand at his shoulder and someone glaring at the cutting board.

“Are you sure you’re using a knife? Those look like they’ve been slashed with an axe.”

Despite the insult, Katsuki’s tone was soft and mildly amused, as he sneaked his hands over Todoroki’s and taking over. Blushing at the close contact, Shouto’s hands went limp and he almost dropped the knife on the counter.

“Hold the damn thing, halfie.” his boyfriend laughed at his reaction and bumped his knee on Todoroki’s leg.

Trying to focus on what the blond was showing him, Shouto felt himself melt in his embrace, leaning backwards until his back was flush against a broad chest, head resting against his shoulder and he might have stepped on Katsuki’s foot, but who cares when he gets a playful jab to his side and a huffed chuckle in the nape of his neck.

“There, done. Continue slicing the rest of them like I showed you.” And with that, Bakugou detangled himself from Shouto and went back to stirring the meat, careful to not let it stick to the pan.

Well, Todoroki caught up on a whole lot of nothing. He didn’t pay attention to what Bakugou’s hands were doing when he was enveloped in such warmth and the sweet smell of burnt caramel. So, the only option he had was to try harder at slicing the vegetables evenly and with more precision, that’ll do the trick.

It did not, because Bakugou had to come back and show him a second time. As much as Shouto enjoyed the skin ship, he had to focus on the knife work performed in front of him, he couldn’t give up now.

When the vegetables were done, Katsuki lined the various bottles and spices in front of Shouto, telling him in which order he was supposed to mix them.

That was fairly easy, just dumping stuff in a bowl and mixing. With a bit of luck, Todoroki didn’t mess this up, happily stirring with a wooden spoon.

Sneaking a glance at his boyfriend, Katsuki’s lips quirked up in a smile, pleased to see him having so much fun.

“Are you sure you don’t need help with that too?”

The blond teased, knowing Shouto didn’t need any kind of help, but a little banter wouldn’t hurt. Catching up on Bakugou’s intent, Todoroki let go of the spoon, stretching his fingers and looked at him with a smirk.

“I actually think I do, I’m not sure I’m doing it the right way.”

And with that, Katsuki went back to hug his boyfriend from behind, arms intertwining and grabbed a hold of the spoon.

“At least pretend you need help. Grab the spoon, Shou.”

Laughing, Todoroki intertwined his free hand with Bakugou’s and grabbed the spoon with the other, hand going in circular motion, mixing the sauce. When they were done with the dressing, Katsuki was about to let go but Shouto pulled him back in, burying his face in his neck, hands wrapping around his waist.

“You’re a sneaky fuck you know that?” the shorter male muttered, pressing a kiss to the other’s cheek and returning the hug.

“I’m trying my best.” was the response he got, along with a giggle. Damn that pretty bastard.

“If you don’t let go we’ll burn the chicken.”

In the end, lunch was a success, because Bakugou helped of course, but it was a joint effort, which left Todoroki in a hazy and proud mood. After they finished eating, they washed the dishes together, Shouto humming the same tune again, hips bumping into Bakugou’s.

The blond raised an eyebrow at the younger’s antics and bumped against him back, making him stumble to the side, water sloshing on the floor tiles.

“You’re gonna regret this, Kats.” Todoroki said, directing his wet hands towards Bakugou, already set on wiggling them around and spraying the other with water.

“Bring it on, Shouto cake.” he replied, smirk widening.

They should cook together more often.

Chapter Text

Enji Todoroki was currently holding one of his very long and thorough speeches that seemed to go on forever, never ending, making the dual haired pro-hero sink in his chair, growing more impatient by the minute.

It was so, so boring and lackluster. He wasn’t the only one getting bored of the booming voice in the ballroom, as he looked around, Shouto sneaked a glance at a few businessmen sitting at a nearby table, similar bored expressions on their faces.

Shouto was currently attending one of Endeavour’s business parties, which included dull conversations with many, many strangers that kept on going on about how good their hero agencies are, classical music, that, instead of lifting the guests’ spirits, put them to sleep.

And then there were his father’s speeches. They were not ending, as much as Todoroki prayed, and he couldn’t just fall asleep at his table.

So he zoned out, looking out through one of the many windows, daydreaming about fluffy blond hair, snarky smirk and ruby red eyes.

It's been a year since he graduated UA, and since then he has been enjoying his job as a pro-hero. As much as he could while working at Endeavour’s agency.

But he was working on getting his own agency into shape, it just took time. This is one of the reasons he was still ‘forced’ to attend these parties, he was one of the top heroes in his father’s agencies, therefore, a vital guest to these atrocious events.

At least the food was good.

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, waking him up from his daydreams. Scanning the table, he subtly took out his phone, he didn’t want to get tutored by some random pro-hero because he had no ‘table manners’ or ‘respect for the people at his table’.

He was about to open his text messages when a thundering of claps startled him. Endeavour’s speech was done. Finally. The boy dashed out the door and towards one of the vacant bedrooms in the mansion, needing some time alone.

Plopping onto the queen-sized bed, Todoroki swiped through his phone, smiling at the notifications from their class’ group chat. They were trying to keep in touch with each other even after graduation, the group chat the most used mean of communicating.

Kirishima: is anyone free tonight? I was thinking we could go watch a movie or something

Kaminari: I’m free dude, I’m totally coming!!

Kirishima: hell yeah, bro

Kirishima: anyone else??

Sero: I can come too

Mina: me too!!

Well, Todoroki was definitely not going anywhere. He sighed, cursing his father for dragging him to this event.

He just wanted to spend some free time with his friends, but where was he now? In some random bedroom in a mansion that he got lost in at least 3 times this night. He was about to pocket his phone when he saw his name on the screen.

Midoriya: Todoroki-kun! Aren’t you free tonight? You can join us to the movies

Typical Midoriya, always wanting to include everyone. With another sigh he typed out the reason why he couldn’t enjoy being a normal human being who had friends yet again.

Todoroki: My father has organized another business event and it was ‘important’ for me to attend apparently. Sorry, everyone. Maybe next time.

Uraraka: Don’t worry, Todoroki-kun. We can come and get you out of there

Midoriya: Yeah!! Stay put, Todoroki-kun, we’re on our way.

Todoroki: Please, do not bother. There is no way my father would let me leave nor any means of escaping. Just go without me, we can hang out some other time.

Midoriya was not convinced about his best friend’s reply, and he wanted to call Uraraka and Iida to help him get Todoroki out of there, when he got a private message.

Kacchan: don’t you dare go after icyhot you shitty nerd

Well, that was one way of saying he wanted to go after him. Typical Bakugou fashion.

Deku: Don’t worry, Kacchan. I won’t steal Todoroki-kun away from you! >.<

Kacchan: don’t use those stupid emojis with me or I’ll block your number again

Kacchan: and shut up I don’t like the halfie bastard

Deku: Sure you don’t, Kacchan :P

And that was that.

Todoroki put his phone back in his pocket and got up from the bed, feet taking him to a large window where the moonlight was shining through. At least the view was pretty.

Several minutes have passed, fortunately with no calls from his father demanding to know where Shouto ran off to. It was a matter of time.

He could hear the faint tunes of the orchestra playing downstairs, no doubt this was the most action the pro-heroes and other guests were going to get tonight. Shouto checked his phone one last time, before he turned to leave the room.

He hoped the party was close to ending.

Just as he turned the knob on the door, he heart a bang at the window. Huh?

Turning his attention in said direction, Todoroki heard it again. Could it be a villain attack? Carefully approaching the window in a battle stance, Shouto threw it open, ready to attack whoever was trying to disrupt the party.

Come to think of it, maybe a villain attack would bring more entertainment to this event than his father could. Leaning forward to scan the area below the window, it wasn’t a villain.

“Bakugou?!” He was the last person Shouto expected to see.

“In the flesh. Come on, Rapunzel, I came to get you out of here!” Bakugou yelled over the music that they could still hear from the ballroom, hand outstretching towards Todoroki.

He couldn’t believe this, Bakugou came after him.

Come to think of it, why him? Shouto vaguely remembers who was active on the group chat, maybe Bakugou saw his texts? Judging by his attire, Bakugou most likely came on his motorcycle.

Eyes searching the back garden, to where the window of the bedroom was facing, he smiled when they fell upon it. Todoroki didn’t tell anyone, but the blond looked marvelous while riding his bike. Todoroki felt like fainting. Turning back to the his friend- they were definitely friends, as much as Bakugou likes to deny it- he recalls the previous comment.

“Is my hair that long?”

He asked, hand grasping his ponytail which reached to his shoulders. (Bakugou was the one who told him to let it grow out, in his own rough manner.

It was one day after practice, third year, in their locker rooms when Todoroki made a comment about his hair getting longer and blocking his vision. Bakugou clicked his tongue and approached Todoroki from behind, rough hands gathering his hair and tying it with a hairband.

“There, now you can see, dumbass.” Todoroki has never thought about cutting his hair ever again.)

“Not long enough for me to climb through the window but you’re getting there.”

The blond replied, jumping with his feet on the windowsill, knees bent with his arms hanging between them, feral grin on his face. “Now, are you coming or not?” he offered his hand again, but Todoroki hesitated.

“I don’t know, the last time I sneaked out he got angry again. It doesn’t affect me anymore, though I could do without the constant yelling and threats.”

He explained, eyes casting down to Bakugou’s hands. How he wanted to just grab them and never let go.

“Who gives a fuck about what that asshole has to say? If he even dares to yell at you I’ll explode his ugly face. Now let’s go!”

Even if the offer sounded promising, Shouto was still unsure. Seeing his internal conflict, Bakugou got closer, as close as he could without falling from the windowsill, and turned Todoroki to look at him, hand reaching for his.

“Take my hand, Shouto. Trust me.”

Todoroki’s mind went blank, the only thing he was capable of doing was grabbing Bakugou’s hand and following him out the window, the two teens running away from the mansion on the blond’s bike.

Clutching at Bakugou’s waist, Todoroki let his head fall on his back, letting out a sigh of relief. He was out of there, and he wasn’t planning on going back tonight.

“Don’t fall asleep, halfie. We’re almost there.”

The explosive hero said, making Shouto raise an eyebrow ‘almost there’? Where? Were they going with the others to the movies?

As much as Todoroki enjoyed their company, he was having too much fun with Bakugou. Just the two of them. His suspicions only grew after they rode out of town, the only light coming from the streetlamps above them.

Huffing a laugh, Todoroki let his head fall back against Bakugou, closing his eyes and enjoying the ride and Bakugou’s warm body in his arms. He didn’t get this chance often, might as well enjoy it.

“We’re here, sleeping beauty. Wake up.”

Bakugou said as he stopped the engine, taking his helmet off. They were on top of a hill? From what Todoroki could tell with just the sight of the city and the moon in full view.

“Why must you always compare me to fairy tale princesses?”

Shouto bit back a laugh, trying not to fall in one of Bakugou’s many teasing schemes. He wasn’t exactly succeeding. Bakugou turned to face him, fingers twirling strands of white hair.

“D’you have a problem with it, your highness?” they both burst out in laughter, giggles spilling from Shouto’s lips. He missed this.

They eventually sat down on a patch of grass, Bakugou pulling Todoroki down after the taller boy complained about staining his suit.

They sat in a comfortable silence, admiring the stars above them, hands drifting towards one another on the ground between them.

“Thank you, Katsuki.”

Shouto started, tasting Bakugou’s first name on his lips, not taking his eyes from the lights scattered below them. “I really needed this.”

The blond put his hand over Shouto’s, gently grasping it so they could intertwine their fingers together. They both had furious blushes adorning their cheeks, hearts beating at a rapid pace.

“Don’t worry about it, Shouto.” Todoroki’s heart stopped. He turned to look at Katsuki, who’s head was ducked, a pink blush dusting his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“Next time you need someone to save you, you can…count on me or whatever.” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact with Todoroki.

The heterochromatic boy smiled, hand grabbing the side of Katsuki’s jacket, pulling the startled boy into a short kiss.

Bakugou returned the kiss a few moments later, free hand threading through Todoroki’s hair, pulling the hair tie off, carding his fingers through red and white locks. When they pulled back, they smiled to each other and pressed their foreheads together.

“I’m glad.”

Chapter Text

Shouto was currently having a breakdown. Not that is was visible, he still had his dull expression on his face, eyes staring somewhere out through the common room window.

He recently discovered that he had harbored romantic feelings for one of his classmates. The process included asking Midoriya a series of cryptic questions.

~.~.~.~.~

“What does it mean when my heart beats very fast?” asked Todoroki one day during one of his and Midoriya’s study sessions.

“Huh?” Midoriya’s neck snapped up, confusion written all over his face.

“There are instances when I find myself being in close contact with uhh- a certain person, and I can feel my heart beating very fast? What could that mean?” Shouto wanted help, but he could not tell Midoriya who he was talking about.

“Well, uhm…that’s a rather interesting question, Todoroki-kun. Is it like that with just one person?” after he got a nod of confirmation, the green-haired boy continued “I’m not very good at this kind of stuff, could you elaborate on more of your…reactions?” he stuttered, making big hand gestures.

“For once I feel this drumming-like sensation in my chest, then I feel like my stomach constricts and my fire side loses control because I immediately start feeling feverish…could that mean that I’m coming down with something? Am I getting sick?” Todoroki described, growing more anxious. Is his condition that bad?

Midoriya started laughing, having figured out what his friend was talking about. Todoroki quirked an eyebrow at him, waiting for the shorter boy to diagnose him.

“I think you might have a crush on someone.” said Midoriya after his laugh ceased.

“A crush? I don’t want to crush anyone…” Shouto rubbed his chin, contemplating. That can’t be it.

“No no, not like that. Having a crush on someone means that you like them, you have romantic feelings for them.” the boy quickly scrambled to explain, giggles spilling from his lips.

“Oh.”

~.~.~.~.~

And that’s how Todoroki found out that he had a crush on-

“Get the fuck outta my way, shitty nerd! Can’t you see I’m heading to the kitchen?” he heard a loud voice from his left side, turning to look at his blond classmate yelling at Midoriya.

Yeah. Shouto had a crush on Bakugou Katsuki. Just great.

He has no idea when it started, he just knows that, now, Bakugou means more to him than he did in their first year, back when they were ‘rivals’.

And now, at the beginning of their 3^rd year, the wish to get closer to the angry soon-to-be-hero grew tenfold.

They started hanging out more, after class, training together, they would even go out to eat sometimes “That shitty soba’s gonna get to your head and take over your stupid body if you don’t start eating real food.”, was what Bakugou grumbled as he dragged Todoroki out of the dorms.

The thing is, they were friends now, and Todoroki wanted something more, but he wasn’t sure if the other boy wanted the same.

Shifting his gaze towards the blond who was angrily stomping his way towards the couches in the common area, he sighed. This will be difficult, but Shouto always liked a challenge.

“What are you looking at, ya stupid candy cane?”

Mhm, difficult.

~.~.~.~

He knew he couldn’t do this by himself, and the Internet was not a good advisor either, he doubts Bakugou would appreciate ‘lame ass pick-up lines’. So of course, he went to ask his friends.

“How do I confess to someone that I like?” Shouto dropped one day at lunch break. Iida accidentally hit his glassed, sending them flying into one of the plants in the cafeteria, Uraraka dropped her phone in the rice bowl, Midoriya turning into a spluttering mess.

“Excuse me??” Uraraka wheezed out, hitting her chest to stop the coughing fit she was having.

"I want to confess-“

“Yeah we heard, but, who is it?” the bubbly girl interrupted him, leaning forward into her seat, eyes narrowing at Todoroki.

“I don’t know if I want to say who it is…” Todorki started, but was immediately interrupted again, by the sharp voice of his friend.

“You don’t need to feel pressured to tell us, Todoroki! We are your friends and we will help you the best we can!” Iida said, hand stretched out in front of him, gesturing in a chopping motion towards Shouto.

“Yeah, Todoroki-kun. We’re here to help. So, do you have anything in mind? Something that they would like?”

“That’s the issue here, I’m afraid I do not possess any information about hi-them regarding this matter.” he should be careful with what he says. Heavens know how they’ll react if they find out it’s Bakugou.

Looking at his friends’ smiling faces directed towards him, he doesn’t think they’ll react badly, just, it was a complicated situation, and he didn’t want to draw attention upon Bakugou.

They questioned Todoroki more on his current relationship with his crush, establishing how close he was to them and what would be the best solution for him to take.

“If you’re not feeling confident in confessing to them directly, you could give them a letter. That way you can express your feelings in a personal way, but it won’t be too upfront. It might make it easier for them as well.”

Midoriya offered, received approving nods from Uraraka and Iida across the table.

“Sounds like a good idea.” Todoroki agreed.

Problem was, Shouto has no idea how to go about writing a letter. Let alone one containing his romantic feelings for Bakugou. Fiddling with his pen, the dual boy crumpled which seemed to be the 4^th piece of paper today, unsatisfied with how his writing was turning out.

He closed his eyes, thinking about a boisterous laugh, that frown he wanted to kiss away, the rough hands he wanted to hold in his, those strong thighs he- that was too much, let’s stop there.

He got to writing after a little meditating session, which meant just daydreaming about the things he likes about Bakugou, the blank page slowly filling up with sincere words of adoration.

He was going to give Bakugou the letter on Monday before classes, but he just had to sleep in and have to hurry to the UA building that morning, stumbling inside the classroom 2 minutes before Aizawa came in.

Which also meant that he missed his chance. Doesn’t matter, there were still the breaks between classes. When he heard the bell ring, Todoroki got out of his seat and headed towards the blond, letter tucked away in his jacket pocket.

“Bakugou, could you join me in the hallways, there is something I want to-“

“Blasty, there’s a test coming up and I desperately need your help!” came Kaminari’s loud screeching voice, body bumping into Bakugou’s desk. Kirishima was close behind him, a distressed look on his face.

“Oi, you idiots! Don’t go jumping in my face like that!” and here come the explosions. Maybe after classes.

It wasn’t any better after they were done with school for the day, his friends already howling Bakugou up to his room to help them study.

He wanted to knock on the door and get Bakugou outside to talk to him in the dorm’s hallway, but as he approached said boy’s dorm room he was startled by cries of despair and a booming voice yelling about blowing up their faces.

Todoroki didn’t want to interfere, so he went back to his room. He will wait until after dinner to give him the letter.

As soon as they finished eating dinner, which was so graciously prepared by Bakugou because “none of you losers can cook anyway, and I ain’t eating any of that burnt crap!”, the blond stated that he’s having a shower then going to sleep, and threatened anyone that disturbed his nightly routine.

So Shouto’s only solution was to slip the letter under his door, waiting patiently near the staircase for Bakugou to comeback from the showers.

Todoroki honestly thought he would have to sleep in the hallways this time, when he heard the elevator doors open revealing the slouched figure of his classmate. He saw Bakugou unlock his dorm room and step inside, only to stop and pick up the letter.

“What in the hell is this?” he heard him grumble, seeing Bakugou lean back and scan the hallway.

He saw him rip open the envelope and take out the letter, reading over it quickly. Todoroki was getting nervous, holding his left hand with his cold one, trying to not lose control over his quirk.

Gazing back at where his crush was standing, Shouto winced when he heard the popping sound of incoming explosions, sighing in defeat when Bakugou burnt the paper to a crisp.

Shouto knew it wasn’t going to be that easy.

~.~.~.~

The next day he walked to class with Iida and Uraraka, telling them about the failed love letter attempt. Uraraka clasped a hand over his shoulder, reassuring him that there were other ways to show his affection.

“You could compliment them. That way you show them you’re interested in them, but it’s not that direct. And everyone likes compliments, in their own way.”

Todoroki hummed, knowing how much Bakugou liked to be praised on his achievements and progress. It also boasted his ego, which wasn’t always ideal, but he could try.

Said trying was done during one of their quirk training classes.

“Bakugou, I couldn’t help but notice how much you have improved on that special move you were working on. I’m very impressed.”

Said Todoroki in his monotonous voice, as Bakugou was busy firing explosions in Mina’s direction.

“What the fuck is your deal, half ‘n half? You trying to distract me, hah? If that’s your goal then it’s not working, you fucker. Get lost before I make you my next target!”

Bakugou yelled, not paying attention to the half-cold half-hot boy next to him.

“I wouldn’t mind being your target, actually.” Shouto blurted out before he could stop himself. At least he was being honest. That made Bakugou turn to glare at him in anger and confusion, which got them almost hit with Mina’s acid.

They managed to dodge it with Bakugou’s help, who quickly reacted at Mina’s warning, and tackled Todoroki on the ground.

“You’re an idiot, halfie. Watch out next time.” Bakugou growled in his face, voice a tad bit softer than before, and raising himself off the ground, dusting his pants.

~.~.~.~

On Wednesday, Iida joined Todoroki on the bench outside their dorm building,

“Midoriya informed me that your plan failed yesterday.”

“Yeah, it didn’t go well. I’m not sure what to do now.” Shouto leaned back on his hands, kicking a pebble with his shoe.

“I’m not very knowledgeable when it comes to these things, but I consider a bouquet of flowers perfect for your intentions. It’s a romantic gesture through which you can show your intentions and admiration.”

Their class-rep even offered to join him to the nearest flower shop and help him find the perfect bouquet. Not that he was better at picking flowers.

They eventually picked out a few gardenias, tied together with a pale-yellow bow.

The florist told them the meaning of the flowers, but Todoroki was too busy worrying about whether or not Bakugou will like the flowers. Iida reassured him on their way back.

“My mother told me that most girls like flowers, so it will go smoothly. Do not worry about it, Todoroki-kun.”

Shouto did not relax after that, because the flowers were not for some dainty girl his friends think Todoroki has been crushing on.

The two boys sneaked inside the dorm common room, assuring no one would see them entering with a very obvious bouquet of flowers. Once the sight was clear, they hurried towards the elevators.

“I’ll give them the flowers later today. Thank you, Iida, for coming with me.”

“Do not worry, Todoroki-kun. It was my pleasure to be of assistance.”

They parted ways and Shouto went to his dorm, putting the flowers on his desk. He hoped Bakugou had a vase. After getting his homework done, he turned to look at the flowers, feeling his stomach twist and turn every which way.

Maybe the flowers idea wasn’t the greatest. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator onto the 4^th floor, he heard Kirishima say his name.

“Hey, Todobroki! What brings you here? Are those flowers? Who are they for, huh? Someone gave them to you?” he started interrogating Todoroki, getting closer to him and inspecting the flowers with a grin on his face.

“Well uhm, they are for Bakugou-“ Todoroki prayed for the ground to swallow him.

“Really? Bakubro has a secret admirer? Who are they from? Did they ask you to give Bakugou the flowers?” good thing Kirishima wasn’t as sharp as his quirk.

“I-actually-“ and then grace came and saved Todoroki.

The door in front of them opened, Bakugou’s angry face coming in sight, red eyes glaring at Kirishima.

“What’s with all the yelling, Shitty Hair? The fuck has gotten into you this time?” the blonde demanded, hands sparkling.

“Bakubro!” Kirishima started, ignoring the threats “You have a secret admirer! And they even sent Todoroki to give you flowers, look!”

He motioned to the bouquet Todoroki was nervously holding, blush creeping on his cheeks. Kirishima might not have caught onto it, but Bakguou was smarter than he looked, so it was a matter of time until-

“HAH? Who the fuck wasted their time and money on some bullshit like flowers? I don’t need them. Tell that stupid extra that I’m not interested, I got better things to do than date some ‘secret admirer’. If they don’t have the balls to come and say it to my face, I don’t give a shit.”

And with that, Bakugou slammed the door in their faces, flowers smoking in his grasp.

“Aw man, they’re gonna be pretty upset when they hear Bakubro’s reply.” Kirishima patted his shoulder.

~.~.~.~

Todoroki was out of options, and after Bakugou’s outburst, he contemplated actually telling him face to face. It couldn’t be that hard, could it? Lots of people were doing it, and what hero would Shouto be if he couldn’t even confess to his crush. So, he cooled himself off with his quirk and followed his friends to the cafeteria.

“I am going to tell them today.” he stated, slurping on his soba noodles.

“Oh, good for you, Todoroki-kun. We’re all rooting for you.” Uraraka chirped, fisting one hand and throwing it in the air excitedly.

“What made you come to this decision, Todoroki-kun?” he heard Midoriy’a voice, directing a careful look to Todoroki.

“I figured it was the best way to do it. And if I manage to go through with it, it shows the bravery I possess, an important quality in a hero.”

His friends agreed with him, telling him once again how proud they were of him and that they couldn’t wait for Todoroki to update them on the confession.

As soon as he stepped inside the dorms, Bakugou grabbed him by the collar, dragging him back outside.

“You’re coming with me, Icyhot. We’re training together today.”

That was one way to get Bakugou alone with him. They sparred for almost 1 hour and a half, both boys panting and sweating, looking at each other, determined to continue this fight until one of them defeated the other.

Todoroki created another wall of ice, shielding himself from Bakugou’s incoming explosions, then jumped on it to shoot fire at him.

His movements were faltering, and he knew Bakugou was aware, he saw how he looked at him when a certain move would turn out sloppier than he intended it to be.

“You’re getting distracted, halfie! Don’t slack now, give me your full power!” Bakugou taunted, blasting himself up in the air to get a clear shot at his opponent.

Todoroki felt like he was in a trance, hypnotized by Bakugou’s moves and snarky smirk. He would let Bakugou explode his face any day if that meant seeing him grin like that. He realized that he hadn’t moved from the spot he was in, giving the blond a clear path towards him.

He didn’t have time to react when he felt two hands landing on his shoulders, the dual boy scrunching his eyes ready for the pain of the explosions on his skin, but instead he felt a kick at his feet, and his back hitting the ground.

He groaned, clutching his head where he bumped it against the gym floor. He went to raise his other hand to rub his forehead when his elbow hit something, Something very similar to a human body.

Opening his eyes, Shouto saw red. Red as in Bakugou’s beautiful ruby red eyes staring down at him. And were those his legs around caging Todoroki to the ground?

The taller boy groaned and threw his head back, hitting it again. This was a nightmare. He hoped he wouldn’t catch on fire anytime soon.

“What’s up with you, Icyhot? You’ve been acting weird these past days. Are you fucking sick?”

Contemplating how he should reply, Bakugou’s voice reminded him of what he said yesterday, and instead of coming up with a lame excuse he was sure the blond would straight up ignore, he locked eyes with him again, deciding to put an end to this charade.

“I like you.”

There, he said it. He tried to keep his expression contained, but he could already feel the heat crawling up his cheeks and heart thundering in his ribcage.

“Have I told you that you’re an idiot, halfie?” that was a response Todoroki was actually expecting. Better get insulted than directly rejected.

“Yes, on several occasions you have.”

Bakugou pushed himself back on his feet, extending and arm to help Shouto up. When he got up to Bakugou’s eye level, Todoroki expected him to let go of his hand, but he was pulled forward into his arms.

“I had some suspicions it was you.” Bakugou whispered to a bewildered Shouto, feeling the blond’s arms tighten around him.

“How- I just- why didn’t you say anything?” he settled on asking, finally wrapping his arms loosely around the other.

“I wanted you to confess to me properly, not through some shitty letter. Now come on, it’s getting late.” he grabbed Todoroki’s hand, dragging him towards the exit.

“Where are we going?” inquired Shouto, stumbling on his feet behind the blond.

“To the showers, dumbass. Then I’m taking you on a date. So hurry the fuck up, I don’t have all day.” he did, in fact.

Todoroki complied, letting Bakugou drag him by the hand, and allowing a soft smile to form on his face. Facing your ‘problems’ head on was definitely the best solution.

-meaning of gardenias: secret love

Chapter Text

The entrance door of the common room slammed open, revealing an angry Bakugou yelling at what seemed the tired figure of Todoroki trailing behind him.

Poor Midoriya was startled out of his seat on the couch, sending Ojirou’s book flying out of his hands and onto the ground next to the green haired boy. Jirou grasped her jacks to save her poor hearing from the loud booming of Bakugou’s voice resonating in the main room of the dorms.

Denki was quick to jump up from his seat next to Mina, afraid the explosive blond might blast his face in anger again, Mina grabbing the back of his shirt to pull him back down.

“I told you before to stop pulling that shit on me, Icyhot! Did it not get through your thick damn skull?”

Bakugou yelled at the dual-haired boy behind him, making his other classmates flinch. Todoroki didn’t even bat an eyes, expression remaining composed as if they had this conversation before, and judging by the blond’s accusations, they probably did.

“Could you stop yelling, Katsuki? You are disturbing our classmates.”

Shouto replied in a monotonous tone, something he rarely used with his boyfriend. Midoriya deduced they were most likely having a fight.

“Shut your damn trap, stupid candy cane. I don’t give a shit about them.” Bakugou threw his hands in front of him, snarling in Todoroki’s face.

A pretty serious fight.

The yelling lasted for the rest of the afternoon, Bakugou feeling the need to clash with his boyfriend every time they saw each other downstairs, disrupting whatever shred of peacefulness their classmates had.

No one knew what had actually happened, they just witnessed the pair come back from their usual patrol and from then on it all went downhill.

“You’re such a selfless idiot sometimes, halfie, I swear to fucking God!”

They were at it again. Kirishima sighed as he heard the screaming coming from the direction of the kitchen, worried the two might actually set the dorms on fire, again.

“If you were being more careful-“ Todoroki started but was immediately cut off by another yell.

“I’m perfectly capable of keeping the situation under control. You on the other hand, can’t seem to stay out of people’s business! You should’ve stayed on the sidelines not jump like a damn moron-“ this wasn’t going anywhere.

“Hey guys, why don’t we calm down for a bit and talk things through-“ were Sero’s pointless efforts in trying to quiet the angry blond down.

“Move out the way, Soy Sauce or I’ll blast you through the fucking roof.”

“Running away from this conversation won’t solve it!” Todoroki said from his spot near the fridge, after Bakugou slammed its door in his face.

“Why don’t you solve it then, huh? If you’re so good at this. Fucking hell.” Bakugou stormed out, heading to the elevators.

Sero shot Todoroki a worried expression, receiving a sigh and a silent ‘he’s so damn stubborn’ from the blond’s boyfriend. The black haired boy just hoped everything goes back to normal, his eardrums need a break.

After dinner the shouting fest carried on, Bakugou exploding a hole through the table and throwing his plate at Denki’s face, Kirishima stopping the dish that was about to collide with his friend’s face with a hardened arm.

“Bakubro, you’ve been on the edge since this morning. You know you can talk to us.” Kirishima tried to reason, but judging by Bakugou’s fuming next to him, he wasn’t making any progress.

“Shut up, there’s nothing to talk about.” the other grumbled, picking up the plate and taking it to the sink to wash it.

“I bet he got mad at something stupid again, like he usually does.” Mina said, digging into her rice “He’ll come around soon enough.”

Bakugou slammed his hands onto the table, tiny explosions popping in his palms. He was about to yell at his friends when he saw Todoroki coming down the stairs and into the common room, not even sparing him a look. He was being colder than usual, and not because of his quirk.

“I’m outta here, losers. Don’t you idiots dare disturb me, I’m going to sleep.” 

The blond stated, saving his classmates from another explosion session and punching the elevator button to call it downstairs.

The four looked dumbfounded as their angry friend let them off the hook this time, the enraged expression falling off his face for a second. They turned to watch as Todoroki quietly sat next to Midoriya and Iida at one of the tables, enjoying his dinner. Mina shared a confused look with Kirishima, getting a shrug out of Sero ‘they’ll figure it out’.

Bakugou slammed his dorm room shut and pushed his back against it, crouching on the ground, clenching his hands into fists. That damn halfie bastard was getting on his nerves since this morning’s incident.

Dragging a hand down his face, Katsuki decided to tire himself out, getting on the ground to do some pushups. He could go to Kirishima’s room to use his punching bag but he knew better than to interact with other people in this state.

Around half an hour later he fell onto his carpet, scolding himself for being such an asshole. Todoroki’s intention was to help him when he jumped in front of that him on their patrol when the villain fired their quirk towards Bakugou.

But just the thought of Todoroki getting injured because he tried to save Katsuki made the blond angry, angry at himself for not being able to react quick enough, angry at Shouto for putting himself in danger for Bakugou.

Banging his head against the floor, he got up and made his way to the showers. He had an apology to plan.

Up on the 5^th floor in Todoroki’s room, Shouto was sitting in his futon, thinking over his actions, that apparently caused Katsuki to rage at him. He acted out of instinct for the most part of it, but at the same time, while he knew Bakugou could handle the villain on his own, he was scared for him.

He was scared that one day he might lose him and it will be Shouto’s fault for not reacting fast enough, for not being there for his boyfriend. There was the probability of getting seriously injured, because that villain’s quirk was no joke, which he fortunately dodged. But it might not be like that the next time.

Bakugou wanted to go back to his room, he really did, but he instinctively pressed the button for the 5^th floor in the elevator, and, he was a weak man when it came to Shouto.

Sighing to himself for what felt like the tenth time that day, he watched the doors open, revealing Shouto standing in front of him.

“The fuck are you doing standing there?”

Katsuki asked on reflex, biting his tongue for the rude tone. Todoroki only narrowed his eyes at him.

“I was waiting for the elevator, thank you for bringing it.”

“Where are you even going at this hour, halfie?”

Bakugou asked, stepping out of the elevator. Shouto halted his movement, pursing his lips and hiding his eyes behind his bangs. His hair was getting longer, observed Katsuki.

“I was going to your room…” he quietly responded, not making any move to stop the elevator doors from closing.

“You can go to my room, but I don’t think you’ll find what you’re looking for.” the blond said, hand reaching to grasp Shouto’s cold one “Come on.” he guided the two of them to Todoroki’s room.

Shouto closed the door after them, looking at Katsuki with a blank stare, trying to keep his feelings in check. They needed to have a serious conversation before Todoroki would allow himself to jump into his boyfriend’s arms.

“I’m aware that you don’t appreciate it when people jump like that in ‘your’ fights, but I couldn’t just stare as the villain-“ Shouto started explaining.

“I know, I know. I was an idiot for getting mad, but don’t ever do that shit again, you dumbass. Don’t go throwing yourself like that in front of me, I can take care of myself.”

“I also know that, I just, I was afraid. I was afraid something would happen and I wouldn’t be there to help you…”

Todoroki knew how difficult it was for Katsuki to have this conversation, the blond not being the best at wording his emotions, so it didn’t surprise him when he felt two hands cup his cheeks and bring his face upwards, locking eyes with Bakugou.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Villains can only dream about taking down the great Lord Explosion Murder!” Bakugou told Shouto, smile widening when he saw his boyfriend smile softly at his words.

“I thought your hero name was Dynamight.” Todoroki barely finished that sentence when the blond squished his cheeks, pulling a chuckle out of the younger boy.

“But seriously, don’t do that again, only if you want me to do that as well. I-I get worried about you too, Shouto.” he admitted quietly, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Then we’ll take care of each other, how does that sound?” Shouto concluded, smiling and tilting his head, bringing his hands to rest them on Katsuki’s shoulders.

“I think I can work with that.” he heard the shorter boy reply, before he hoisted Todoroki up by his waist, throwing his over his shoulder and onto his futon.

Todoroki let out another laugh when he saw Bakugou hover over him with a massive grin on his face, eyes glinting against the light of his lamp.

He pulled him down into a kiss, threading his fingers through soft blond locks, arching his back to feel Katsuki’s body closer to him. Bakugou complied for a while, returning his soft and deep kisses, his own hands caressing Shouto’s sides before resting them on his hips, drawing tiny circles over the material of his shirt.

Katsuki pulled back, looking down at his boyfriend’s flushed face and blown out pupils, hair framing his face and fanning onto the pillow like a halo. ‘I love him’

Shouto raised his hands to pull Katsuki back but the blond leaned over him, a mischievous smirk on his face. Todoroki had one second to process what was about to happen when Bakugou’s fingers trailed under his shirt and skimmed over his skin.

Todoroki’s head hit the pillow as he let out a wheezed laugh, squirming under the other as his sides were getting attacked by his boyfriend.

“Oh now, Shouto. I thought you liked it when I tickle you.” the other said in a fake accusing tone, raising his t-shirt to blow air on Todoroki’s stomach, fingers pinching at his pale skin.

“Thi-his is ahahh che-cheating! You’re cheating, Katsuki!” Todoroki let out between laughs, legs kicking under Bakugou, trying to throw the other off him.

Eventually, Katsuki relented and spared Shouto this time, snaking his hands from under his shirt and falling next to his boyfriend on the sheets. Gathering him into his arms, Bakugou pressed a kiss on his cheek.

“I’m sorry for today, I’ll try to be better.” he whispered into his neck as Todoroki tangled their legs together.

“You’re already the best in my eyes, angel. I’m sorry too.”

They fell asleep like that curled up into each other, fingers intertwined.

Sero let out a relieved sigh when he heard laughs coming from Todoroki’s room. He knew they would make up.

Chapter Text

Bakugou woke up with a startle, sweat beading on his forehead, breath ragged. Another damned nightmare.

Katsuki started having nightmares after the kidnapping episode with the League of Villains.

He had dealt with a lot of sleepless nights due to the fear of closing his eyes and feeling the cold lingering of fingers around his throat. It’s been a year since the incident, and nightmares weren’t that frequent anymore. Maybe once a month, but this one hit Bakugou in full force, feeling the tear tracks dry on his cheeks.

He rubbed his eyes and went to wash his face with cold water, then plopped down on his bed.

No matter how much he tossed and turned around under his duvet, he couldn’t seem to fall back asleep. Throwing the blanket off, he put on a pair of slippers and headed downstairs, maybe the crisp air of the night will clear his head.

The common room looked unusual at night, no loud classmate in sight, no one jumping on the couch, no Kaminari and Sero fighting over the remote, no Mina dancing to her awful choreographies.

Bakugou decided he maybe preferred this way, but he thought that the silence might overwhelm him, no sign of anyone else besides him. Inhaling in a deep breath, he opened the front door, welcoming the chilled breeze from outside enveloping his bare arms.

He walked to the back garden, remembering seeing some benches last time he went to train outside with the others, might as well sit somewhere and clear out his thoughts.

He spotted a bench and jogged to it, sitting down, warm and sweaty palms pressing against cold wood. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his breathing, trying to forget the haunting images of those bastards that tried to take him away, to forget the imaginary constriction he felt against the back of his neck, his lungs expanding to take in as much air as he could, reminding himself that he could breathe now.

He wasn’t trapped anywhere. He was outside the dorms, alone, on a bench.

After somewhat calming himself, he let his head fall against the backrest of the bench, just to jump back up when he heard steps approaching him.

Turning to look at what broke his peaceful outing, his eyes widened when he saw Todoroki coming closer to where he stood, presumably to sit on the bench as well.

“Oh, Bakugou.” the bastard greeted in a dull voice, sleepy gaze shifting to look Bakugou over, scrunching his nose in amusement at the All Might themed slippers.

Bakugou looked down at the now offending choice of footwear and kicked his feet on the ground.

“What the hell are you doing outside at the crack of dawn halfie?”

Katsuki asked in a somewhat harsh tone, voice toned down, mindful of their other classmates who were able to sleep through the night unbothered by nightmares or whatever made Icyhot come down here.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

Todoroki shot back, taking a seat on the bench, looking up at Bakugou. The blond huffed and sat down, at a reasonable distance from the halfie bastard, no way in hell was he touching him.

“Can’t I just come outside without you interrogating me?”

“You asked first. I actually come here pretty often, I have trouble sleeping sometimes.”

Todoroki admitted, a sullen look on his face, lifting a leg on the bench and resting his chin on his knee.

Bakugou’s frown loosened, thinking about the possibility that Todoroki was having nightmares too, recalling that one time before the Sport Festival when he overhead his conversation with shitty Deku.

“I couldn’t sleep either.” Katsuki grumbled, closing his eyes in annoyance at how quick he mellowed at when he saw Todoroki’s sad stupid face. Dammit.

“Nightmares?” the other asked, as if reading Bakugou’s thoughts.

“Yeah. And it’s annoying as hell, can’t fucking go back to sleep.”

Came Bakugou’s rough and tired voice. His sleep schedule is gonna get fucked now. Fucking fantastic.

They stood in silence for several minutes, looking up at the stars. Bakugou wasn’t one for admiring the moon and shit like that, but it wasn’t that bad.

At least halfie bastard wasn’t running his mouth. A gust of cold air tickled the back of Bakugous neck, wrapping around his arms and caressing his reddening cheeks, reminding the blond boy he was dressed only in sweats and a tank top.

He should’ve brought a jacket.

“Are you cold, Bakugou?” Todoroki asked, like the moron he is, eyes glancing at Bakugou.

“I’m not fucking cold, mind your own fucking business, candy cane.” 

He hissed, crossing his arms against his chest, trying to warm himself in a subtle way. Todoroki leaned in his direction, mouth opening as if he wanted to ask something but Bakugou beat him to it.

“No I don’t want you to warm me up, stay away from me you creep.”

Todoroki backed away, eyes blinking in confusion. Then a tiny smirk graced his lips as he spoke.

“That’s not what I was about to ask.” He watched as Bakugou glared at him, mouth opening and closing and a furious blush on his cheeks. He might actually be cold, Shouto thought.

“Then what’s your fucking deal?”

The blond growled, trying to distract Todoroki from the fact that Bakugou just thought about him offering to warm Katsuki up.

“You might want to keep it down, Aizawa is on night guard duty tonight.” the younger boy snickered when he saw Bakugou slightly panic.

“I’ll just explode his face, what’s he gonna do?” Katsuki reasoned, settling back against the bench.

“Do you want to get stuck with me on cleaning duty for the rest of the week?”

Unfortunately for Bakugou, that didn’t sound too bad on a second thought, but when he opened his mouth to curse at Todoroki again, they heard a rustle coming from the front doors of the dorm.

The boys shared a look and dashed to the opposite direction, ending up behind a bush near the tall fences. Todoroki peeked over the overgrown shrubbery to scan the area, making sure Aizawa didn’t see them.

“Do you do this every time you come outside on your little night escapades, pretty boy?”

Ok, wrong nickname.

Todoroki just a quirked an eyebrow in his direction before motioning with his head that they should head to the dorms building.

“Usually I have trouble sleeping while Midnight or Present Mic are on night guard duty, and they both like to slack off after they’ve circled the building about three times. So no, I don’t sneak around.”

He finished with a light chuckle, grabbing his phone and turn on the flashlight.

“Idiot, he’s gonna see us like that, turn it off!” Bakugou whispered-yelled alarmed, hands reaching for Todoroki’s phone.

“But I can’t see where I’m going, stop trashing around, Bakugou.”

Shouto argued, raising his hand to get the phone out of Bakugou’s reach, but the blond was stubborn, lifting himself on his toes extending his arms to grab the device. Katsuki was about to touch the phone when he stepped onto his own stupid slippers and stumbled forward, arms flailing and catching Todoroki’s shoulders.

Todoroki caught him with a hand around his waist, phone falling out of his grasp, right hand bracing against the wall. They ended up leaning against the dorm building, Bakugou all over Todoroki, hands around his neck, nose throbbing from where he hit it against halfie’s chest.

Shouto stared down curiously at Bakugou, arm still holding the other closer to him, watching as the blond angrily rubbed his nose.

They didn’t move for a few moments, both boys processing what just happened, forgetting about Todoroki’s phone on the ground, flashlight still on and probably giving away their hideout.

“You have beautiful eyes.” Todoroki blurted out, gazing at Bakugou. The older boy sputtered, scrambling to get off the stupid pretty idiot.

“Get off my face, creepy bastard. Aizawa’s gonna catch us if you keep up these buffooneries.”

They both hurried to fix themselves, Shouto grabbing his phone, blinding himself with the flashlight ‘hah, idiot’ and finally turning it off.

“Who’s there?”

They heard Aizawa’s gruff voice, seeing his dark, slouched figure approaching them, the man holding a flashlight in one hand, the other raising to cover his yawn. Aizawa was definitely seconds away from falling asleep on the ground.

The two teens rounded the corner, heading to the front of the dorms. Reaching the door, Bakugou jumped on the handle, hands pressing on it to open the door, only to bump face first against it.

“Slow down, you’re like a rabid dog. Aizawa probably locked the door.”

Todoroki said slowly, eyeing the windows in search for an entrance. Bakugou grumbled rubbing his forehead. He kept on hitting his face tonight and it was not doing good on his mood.

After Todoroki’s failed attempt of making a key out of ice, the two scrambled back around the dorms when they saw Aizawa on the other side of the yard.

They could just ask their teacher to let them inside, but that meant admitting to why were Bakugou and Todoroki outside at this ungodly hour, and Katsuki would rather not do that.

“I think I left my balcony door open.”

The blond remembered, looking over at Todoroki who was texting Midoriya to come and help them.

“What the fuck? Don’t text that shitty nerd, we can get in by ourselves.”

They sneaked around until they were under Bakugou’s balcony, looking up and seeing the open glass door. They smiled at each other and quickly turned around, Bakugou scolding himself for embarrassing himself like that.

“And how do you plan on getting us up there?” Todoroki asked, placing a hand over his hips.

“For your information, halfie bastard, I can blast the two of us up there.” the blond replied as a matter of factly.

“The explosion will alert Aizawa.” the smug bastard replied, smirking at Bakugou with lidded eyes as if he won something. They were still down here, it’s not like this helped them.

“Then let’s hear your idea, ice machine.”

Todoroki closed his eyes, coming closer to Bakugou, grabbing his waist like he did a few minutes ago, and whispered “hold on tight” before he lifted the two of them on top of an ice pillar.

Bakugou wanted to yell at him but then he felt ice under his feet, sensing his damn shoes slip on the surface, hands holding tightly to Shouto. He heard the other laugh at his actions, but those grey and blue eyes stayed focused on the blond’s balcony.

When they arrived, Todoroki jumped over the railing and extended and arm to help Bakugou. The shorter boy slapped his hand away, “I can get off on my own” then he slipped again, hands grabbing the railing, getting another laugh out of Todoroki.

That bastard was in a weirdly good mood tonight.

Eventually, Bakugou took his hand and he watched as Todoroki melted the ice pillar before they headed inside his room. Katsuki sighed as he felt the warmth of his dorm prickle at his skin, goosebumps raising on his bare arms.

“That was an interesting night.” he heard Todoroki’s voice behind him, noticing the easy air in his tone, different from when they first saw each other tonight.

“I’m never going outside with you at night ever again, getting us locked outside, dumbass.”

“Now how is that my fault?” the taller asked playfully, hand jabbing at Bakugou’s chest, the blond glaring at his finger.

“You came outside after me, smartass.”

“Aizawa was the last one.”

“Well, it’s still your fault.” the blond countered defensively, turning to the side, ignoring the glint in Todoroki’s eyes.

“Would you rather be down there? Cause if I recall correctly, I was the one who-“

“Yeah yeah I get it, now get outta my room, icyhot.”

Bakugou sputtered, hands grasping Todoroki’s shoulders and pushing the other towards his door. He opened it and waited for that idiot to use his feet to walk outside, only to see him turn back and stare at him.

“I actually had fun tonight, Bakugou. If you have another nightmare you can come outside, I might be there.” he said with a small smile, left hand resting on Bakugou’s arm.

“Good night, Todoroki!” Katsuki said loudly, trying to ignore the blush igniting his face.

“Oh, and you should have said you were cold, I wouldn’t have minded warming you up.”

Shouto trailed off as he caressed down Bakugou’s arm, sending a rush of warmth on his skin.

“I might actually explode your face, bastard!”

He heard yelling behind him as the taller boy made his way to the elevator. He turned around to flash the blond a boy and put his finger to his lips in a shushing manner.

“Quiet, the others are sleeping."

Bakugou just flipped him off and slammed his door, descending to the ground. He cupped his flushed cheeks, feeling his heart hammer in his chest. He was too far gone.

Chapter Text

Bakugou was ruffling through his closet, looking for his black t-shirt with skull on it.

He wore it quite often, and, though Bakugou wasn’t one to choose favorites, the shirt was ‘special’ in a way. He liked wearing it and that was that. Grumbling to himself he threw half his wardrobe on the floor, searching through the pile of sweaters and jeans.

The shirt was nowhere to be found. He doesn’t remember leaving it at home nor was it in the laundry basket. He just washed it yesterday. And he came to his room with his freshly washed clothes, put them on his bed to fold them then he-

“Sneaky bastard.” he whispered, shoving the clothes back in his closet and heading to Todoroki’s room.

He bumped into Sero on the way there, the black haired boy wiggling his eyebrows at him when he saw Bakugou open Todoroki’s dorm room.

“Oi halfie, give me back my shir-“

The blond stopped dead in his tracks, covering his mouth to stop his loud voice at the sight of hos boyfriend sleeping. The pretty asshole was sound-asleep, blanket bunched up under him, and, Bakugou was right, Shouto did take his shirt.

He was wearing it along with his stupid red too short shorts, hair all over the place covering his eyes, a pillow trapped against his chest.

Gently closing the door, Katsuki got closer to his snoozing boyfriend, kneeled on his futon, tucking red hair behind his ear and pushing it back to reveal his forehead, pressing a kiss against it.

The younger boy stirred in his sleep, letting out a soft whine and nuzzled his face deeper into his pillow, still fast asleep. Katsuki knew that even if the building came collapsing on top of them Shouto will not wake up.

If he’s already here, Bakugou reasoned, a short nap won’t hurt. He dragged the duvet from under Todoroki’s legs, draping it over him and scooted behind him to pull Shouto into his arms from behind.

He fell asleep lulled by Shouto’s steady breathing.

Todoroki woke up engulfed in warmth. He tried to shift over but a pair of arms stopped his movement, two warm palms spreading over his torso.

Looking behind him, Shouto smiled when he locked gazes with his boyfriend’s red eyes, silently asking him to loosen his grasp so Shouto could wrap his arms around him too.

“When did you come inside? I didn’t hear the door.”

Todoroki sleepily asked, yawns threatening to spill through his lips, smothering his face into Bakugou’s chest.

“That’s cause you were already dead to the world. Came in to interrogate you about my missing shirt.”

The blond grasped the T-shirt his boyfriend was currently wearing, throwing him a look “You haven’t seen it, haven’t you?”

“No, I’m not sure I know what shirt you’re talking about.” Shouto replied, a giddy smile adorning his face.

“The black one that I wear pretty often. You know the one.” Shouto put a hand to his chin, pretending to mull over the information, struggling to keep a straight face.

“Nope, I don’t know where your shirt is.” he concluded, snuggling closer to Katsuki, pressing a soft kiss against his neck.

“You can just ask me and I’ll give it to you, made me dump half my wardrobe on the floor.”

Bakugou said, caressing Todoroki’s hair.

“It’s more fun when I sneak inside your room and take it, I like seeing your reaction.” he got a flick to his forehead then another kiss.

~.~.~.~.~

Todoroki didn’t keep track of what clothes he had or what he was wearing. He just put whatever he had clean on and went about his day. Tough he had a preference for turtlenecks.

He knew he had about five different ones somewhere around his wardrobe. Since getting in a relationship with Bakugou, the older boy kept track of Shouto’s ‘awful choice of fashion’ and they sometimes went shopping for new clothes.

Shouto surprisingly liked shopping with his boyfriend, and reveled in the attention he got from Katsuki dressing him up and choosing clothes for him.

Despite the amount of effort Bakugou put into buying Todoroki new outfits, the younger found himself ‘stealing’ clothes from him. Black hoodies or sleep shirts the blond was wearing the most, the lingering smell of caramel and smoke threaded into the stitching of the shirts.

He liked to bury his face in the hem and inhale in the scent, the sweet tones of burnt sugar filling his nostrils, calming him down.

Shouto paused, waking up from his daydreams, folding his shirt and putting in back in his closet. He was looking for his black turtleneck, but he couldn’t find it anywhere. He’s sure he put it back yesterday.

Maybe he forgot it back at home, but he wore it yesterday, and the last time he went home was two weeks ago. This was not adding up. He went downstairs to look for it in the laundry room, running into a distressed Kaminari who was frantically moping the floor, bubbles of soap spilling from one of the washing machines.

“Uhm, do you need help?” Todoroki asked, feet dodging the increasing puddles of soapy water on the tiled floor.

“Oh, Todoroki, dude, you’re my savior. Please grab the other mop there.” Kaminari said in relief.

After helping his classmate, Todoroki continued his search through the dorm. He’s sure he didn’t leave his clothes around the common room, there’s no reason for him to undress there.

Which reminds him, maybe it was in Katsuki’s dorm.

He used to elevator to get to the fourth floor, opening the door and scanning the room, noting Bakugou’s absence. He was probably on his usual run. Pursing his lips, Shouto decided to go back to the common room, he might make himself some cold soba.

Arriving in the kitchen, he greeted Kirishima and Mina who were fighting over the last chocolate chip cookie, and Satou who was begging them to stop and that he’ll bake some more.

Shouto’s eyes fell on Bakugou in front of the stove, stirring into a pot.

Ah, yes, that was why Todoroki smelled spices and chicken when he approached the kitchen area. He also spotted the black material around Katsuki’s neck, realizing he was wearing Shouto’s turtleneck.

Oh. So that’s where it was.

Walking up to his boyfriend, Todoroki put his hands on his waist, resting his chin on his shoulder, peering down at the bubbling sound of the sauce in the pan.

The blond muttered a greeting, leaning back into Shouto’s arms, not taking his eyes from the food he was preparing. They don’t wanna repeat the last kitchen incident, there were still some scorching marks on the walls from the flames.

“I was wondering where my shirt was.”

He whispered in Bakugou’s neck, hands tightening around his waist. They weren’t shy to touch each other in public, and they weren’t overly affectionate on purpose, their friends only rarely complaining about their mushy behavior.

“It’s cold in the dorms.”

“I can warm you up.” Todoroki offered, turning up his fire quirk to let Bakugou feel the licks of warmth against his stomach.

“I’ll warm a spoon over your head, stop distracting me, halfie. Make yourself useful and set the table. And ask shitty Deku to help you, he seemed like he was having too much fun just lounging around.”

Bakugou ordered, wiggling out of Todoroki’s grasp to pour the sauce over the cooked chicken.

“Will do.” Shouto said and pecked his cheek, scurrying to grab the plates.

~.~.~.~.~

“You look really good in my turtleneck.” Shouto told him, when they were alone in Bakugou’s bedroom, lounging on his bed.

“Mmm, you think so?” the blond asked teasingly, raising one of his eyebrows and smirking towards his boyfriend.

“Yeah, it suits you.” Todoroki continue, bringing one hand to rub it against Katsuki’s arm through the soft material of the shirt, softly gripping the muscle.

“It’s kind of tight around the shoulders, though. But at least the fabric is comfortable, you taste it’s not that shit after all.” Bakugou said, motioning to his upper body area.

“Don’t say it like you’re complaining about it, you know exactly what you’re doing to me.”

Todoroki jumped on him to palm his chest, fondling the slightly soft mounds in his hands, receiving a low whimper from the blond. Shouto bent down to whisper in Katsuki’s ear “I’ll let you have your way with me if you keep it on.”

“I might borrow your turtlenecks more often if that’s the case.” Bakugou eagerly said, flipping his boyfriend onto his bed and peppering his face in kisses.

Chapter Text

Shouto was leaning against the metal bedframe of the hospital bed, fingers nimbly playing with the harsh material of the thin blanket draped over his unmoving legs.

Everything seemed so sterile and lifeless in this hospital room, the only sound heard was the ticking of the clock and the grumbling of Todoroki’s stomach.

He was told by a nurse that his food will be brought soon, and the pro-hero doesn’t want to be rude to the essential workers at this facility, but it’s been 15 minutes and he doesn’t really remember when was the last time he ate.

It’s been a few days since the incident on the battlefield and Todoroki was lucky he didn’t have any major injuries.

His right leg was in a cast and he felt a slight pain in his torso when he raised himself in a sitting position this morning, but apart from that he was fine.

Those weren’t Bakugou’s words after he woke up in the hospital three days ago ‘You idiot don’t scare me like that! You need to teach your reckless ass to stop jumping into collapsing buildings!” Todoroki stood his ground at the scolding of his boyfriend, he had a reason for that.

He would never think twice before running to save Bakugou. He could not risk to lose him.

Todoroki squinted as rays of sunshine poked through the white blinds which were not doing their job at all at blocking the light, making the pro-hero scrunch his nose at the feeling of an incoming sneeze.

He shuffled around the tiny bed, ruffling the duvet, the movement triggering his sneeze just as the door opened.

“You trynna get sick as well? Is the broken leg not enough?”

A rough voice asked, its owner carrying a tray of food which Shouto assumed was for him. He perked up at the steaming bowl, hoping it wasn’t that bland porridge he was forced to eat yesterday.

The taller male made a grabby motion at the food, Bakugou rolling his eyes in fondness at his eager boyfriend.

“Are you that hungry, sweetheart?”

He inquired in a teasing voice, sitting down in a wooden chair and dragging up until he was at Todoroki’s side, placing the tray on the small cabinet near the bed.

“Mhm, I hate this hospital food. I miss your cooking.” Shouto puted, rubbing his stomach in a rotating motion, remembering Katsuki’s home cooking.

“Sorry, babe, today’s menu is still porridge.” the blond said in a condescending tone, offering a small smile to Shouto, seeing his face fall. He was so cute.

Todoroki sighed and scooched back a little, standing in a better position to start eating and made to grab the spoon just to get it pushed away, calloused fingers gripping the handle of the spoon and the white ceramic bowl.

“I can feed myself, my hands are not injured.”

Shouto said, confused at Katsuki’s actions. The only times the other offers to feed him is when he’s sick in bed, too dizzy and fatigued to get up and sit at the dinner table like they usually do.

“What’s the matter, pro-hero Shouto doesn’t like to be pampered?”

Katsuki replied in a forced shocked voice, mocking the journalists they keep on encountering after their battles, who asked the most ridiculous questions sometimes.

The dual hero let out a chuckle, leaning back against the bed frame and letting his hands fall into his lap, opening his mouth in an invitation for Bakugou to feed him.

He heard a snort from the older male, who shook his head and fed him a spoonful of porridge, a surprised sound coming from Shouto’s direction at the new taste.

“Did you put something in this?” he asked with his mouth full.

“I may have sneaked some spices into it. Don’t tell the lady in the cafeteria.” the blond joked, handing him another spoonful.

“Yeah, with all the walking that I’m going to do now I’m sure I’ll be going down at the cafeteria.” the two heroes laughed, Katsuki feeding Shouto the rest of the food. 

Putting the bowl back on the tray, the blond eyed the cast around Todoroki’s leg, bringing a hand to lightly trace it along the bandages.

He looked at Shouto’s calm face, casting him a smile and bringing his hand to intertwine his own thick fingers with cold ones.

They stared at each other for a few minutes, basking in the silence of the hospital room, not the ideal place but ‘it comes with the job’, and they know it just as well as other pro-heroes do.

They know the risks, they know they have to sacrifice hours on end to fulfill their dreams, and it’s damn worthy.

But sometimes it’s too much. Sometimes it gets to them. Sometimes they end up all bruised up, trapped in bed for days, the impatience getting to them as they wait for their body to heal up so they can return to the battlefield.

They were aware that they were putting their lives on the line, it was a fear that haunted them, but the urge to help people and save their city overpowered their nightmares.

“Hey” Bakugou whispered in a soft voice, lifting a hand to caress Shouto’s cheek “what’s wrong? You look sad.” Shouto sniffled and shook his head, a weak smile forming on his lips, left hand coming to grab Katsuki’s one, leaning into his touch.

“I was just thinking. It’s hard being a hero.” he answered after a few beats, voice small, curling around the white walls like the steam of the porridge did.

“You’re telling me.” the explosive hero said with an amused scoff, bringing a leg to rest it on the metal rails underneath the mattress of the bed.

“I thought we established that a long time ago.”

“I’m aware, but sometimes it’s too much. Sometimes I feel like I need a break. Sorry, this isn’t like me.”

Shouto tried to compose himself, rubbing at his eyes to stop the tears from falling, returning his eyes to look at his boyfriend.

“The memories from…then came flooding.”

He tried to laugh it off, to stop the sad façade from replacing his usual emotionless expression, but when he remembered the crippling fear and terror he felt as he saw the building crashing down with Bakugou still inside.

“You’re not alone in this, Shouto. You have me, and shitty Deku and all of our friends.”

Katsuki continued to comfort him as best as he could, Shouto’s head taking place on his shoulder as the blond rubbed his back slowly, whispering calming words into his forehead, lips occasionally pressing soft kisses to his skin.

The dual hero clutched at Bakugou’s sleeve, letting all the worries wash off him as he was held in strong arms, the beating of Katsuki’s chest reverberating through his own chest, breath fanning against his tear tracked face.

“I don’t want to lose you, Kats. I don’t want to see you trapped again in-“ he tried to speak, words muffled by Bakugou’s shirt, hands starting to lightly tremble.

“You’ll never lose me, Shouto. I’m here. And I’ll keep you safe, don’t ever forget that.”

Shouto eventually calmed down, falling asleep with Katsuki’s hand in his, a small smile on his lips and a promise bounding their hearts.

Chapter Text

1.

It was their final day of provisional license training, and Todoroki could not wait to get back to the dorms and take a nap.

And get his hero license as well, but first, sleep.

He winced as Inasa’s booming voice reverberated in the locker rooms, the tall boy shouting about how grateful he was to meet such “impressive soon-to-be heroes” like him and Bakugou. Shouto agreed and went to pack his hero suit, feeling drowsiness clouding his eyes, letting out a yawn.

He probably should have slept more last night.

Stifling another yawn, Todoroki gazed to his left where Bakugou was changing into his school uniform, sneaking a glance at his toned back muscles.

This was something the dual boy caught himself doing pretty often, and it was a scary realization. He could admit that Bakugou was good looking but when he opened his mouth everything would go downhill. Unless you like having your eardrums abused, something Todoroki did not particularly like.

But, as time passed, he came to the conclusion that he didn’t mind the blond’s explosive behavior that much, even looking forward to coming up with something that would tick him off, just to get Bakugou’s attention on him.

He quickly shifted his eyes back to his folded clothes, hands closing the suitcase. As much as he liked teasing Bakugou, getting caught staring at his naked back wasn’t on Todoroki’s to do list.

Shouto greeted Inasa and Camie, promising the two they would definitely hang out some other time, or as the girl said ‘tots grab a bite to eat’. Bakugou let out a grumbled goodbye and stomped out the door, yelling over his shoulder for Todoroki to hurry up or they’ll miss their bus. Oh right.

Shouto grabbed his things and headed to the exit, when a flash of orange under the locker room bench caught his eyes. Leaning forward he grabbed what turned out to be Bakugou’s head piece off the floor, it probably slipped through the timbers.

He hurried outside to catch up to Bakugou, coming to walk side by side with him.

“Bakugou, you forgot this in the locker room.”

Todoroki said, lifting his arm and handing Bakugou his missing hero costume piece. Red eyes turned to scowl at him and then look down at his hands, rough fingers snatching the object from Todoroki.

“You purposefully distracted me and made me forget it.” Bakugou accused Todoroki, stuffing the head piece in his suitcase.

“Excuse me?” Shouto asked confused.

“I know what you’re doing, halfie.” the blond continued, jabbing a finger at Todoroki’s chest “this is a planned scheme to get ahead of me! You’re stupid tricks won’t work on me, fucker, so you better fight me now or I’ll blow your face!”

“I’m not scheming anything, I just saw it on the floor. You should stop jumping to conclusions like that.”

Todoroki dismissed his threats, not fazed at all. Bakugou’s frown seemed to loosen up, confusion drawing his eyebrows together.

“Whatever.”

They continued walking together to the bus station in silence, until Todoroki made the blond snap again

“You said you were distracted by me. Do you look at me often?”

“DO YOU WANNA DIE HALF ‘N HALF BASTARD?”

2.

It was late in the evening when Bakugou and Kirishima entered the dorms, holding various bags of groceries. Todoroki was playing a cards game with Midoriya, Iida, Uraraka and Tsuyu, eyes quickly glancing towards the door when he heard Bakugou’s loud voice.

“Be careful with those bags, shitty hair or I’ll make sure you fail your next exam.”

Kirishima hurried to put the bags on the kitchen counter, scrambling to catch the eggs that almost toppled over in his arms.

Todoroki remembers Bakugou talking on his phone with his mom yesterday, saying something about a new recipe he wanted to try.

The dual boy figured he brought Kirishima with him to help carry the groceries back.

Shouto knew about Bakugou’s skills when it came to cooking, but he rarely had the chance to actually taste his food. Which was a shame really, because he’s sure all of his dishes are delicious, at least the ones in which he doesn’t dump 3 full hot peppers.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T REMEMBER GRABBING IT FROM THE SHELVES?”

A yell was heard from the direction of the common room kitchen, startling Midoriya and causing him to bump into Uraraka on the couch.

“Is Kacchan yelling again?”

The green haired boy sighed, picking up the cards from where they fell on the floor. Uraraka proposed they go to one of their rooms to play, a more peaceful place than the common room of the dorms.

Todoroki didn’t mind Bakugou’s yelling that much, but if the others agreed he got up as well.

“I’m sorry, Bakubro. I totally forgot and I thought I put it in the basket. We could go tomorrow morning and buy it, don’t worry!”

Todoroki slowed down to hear the conversation, interest piqued. He wasn’t one to eavesdrop, but the two were talking rather loudly so it wasn’t like the rest of their class couldn’t hear them.

“Nah, fuck that, I don’t have time to go in town tomorrow, I guess I’ll just cook it without the spices.”

Bakugo concluded, mildly furious at the inconvenience but he was working on controlling his outbursts. At least Kirishima didn’t get his face blown out again.

Later that night, Todoroki went to Kirishima’s room just to ask him what ingredient he forgot to buy, thanking him and going back to his room, leaving a bewildered Kirishima standing in the doorway, a ton of questions on the tip of his tongue.

The redhead closed his door and figured that his questions might be answered tomorrow.

Shouto did the unthinkable and woke up at 6 in the morning on a Saturday, shutting his alarm and dragging himself out of bed with bleary eyes.

He wasn’t a morning person, even if he had to get up early every day for classes, that did not mean he was fond of having his sleep interrupted by the torturous sound of his alarm.

But he had something important to do this morning. Something that wasn’t really his business, but, an act of kindness for his friend was something a hero would do. Right?

Todoroki was honestly lost, he never really went grocery shopping on his own, so he wandered around the isles searching for the spicy condiments for Bakugou. He ended up asking one of the retail workers who kindly guided him to the spices isle and helped him pick out the condiment packet.

Shouto made a stop to buy some strawberry milk for himself and went to the register to pay. He was eager to get to the dorms, impatient to see Bakugou’s reaction. Opening the door the smell of spices hit him. Most likely Bakugou had started cooking already.

Heading to the kitchen, Todoroki dropped the bag on the counter, looking at Bakugou expectantly. The other raised an eyebrow at him, giving him a look to urge him to explain his presence, but when the younger boy made no move to start talking, Bakugou broke the silence.

“What do you want, halfie?” Shouto wordlessly pushed the bag towards him, watching him intently as he opened it, grabbing the spices.

“Wh-how why? These are the condiments I forgot to buy yesterday.” he stated in disbelief, clutching the packet as if it was from another planet. He raised his head and frowned at Todoroki “What’s your deal?”

“I just wanted to help.” Todoroki said with a small smile, and turned to go to his room. He knew Bakugou didn’t like it when people crowded him while he cooked.

Katsuki watched the back of his head as he left the kitchen, feeling a tightness in his chest pulling at his heart. He forgot to thank him, but he made sure to give Shouto a serving of the dish later when he saw him in the common room.

3.

“Thank you so much, Todoroki-kun. I’m really happy that you agreed.” Midoriya ranted as he and Todoroki headed to the latter’s room, the taller boy having to grab his gym clothes.

“Of course, Midoriya. Quirk training will benefit me as well, so I don’t see why I wouldn’t agree.

The two planned to train at Gym Gamma this afternoon, practicing for the next physical exams Aizawa was putting them through monthly. They reached Todoroki’s dorm, the green haired boy standing in the doorway, waiting for his friend to grab his clothes.

Midoriya admired the neatness of the room, making a mental note to rearrange his All Might figurines tonight, when something caught his eyes.

“I didn’t know you changed your fashion style, Todoroki-kun.”

He said, pointing to a black t-shirt with a skull at the foot of the futon. It was the only thing strewn around the room, Todoroki probably overlooked it when he cleared his dorm. The dual boy turned to look at the piece of clothing, a look of realization painted on his face.

“Oh. No, I did not. That’s not mine.” he stated, turning back to zip his gym bag and lifting the shirt off the ground. Midoriya’s face scrunched in confusion.

“Not yours? Then who’s is it?”

“Bakugou must have forgot it last night when we studied for today’s math test.”

Todoroki said with a passive face, unfazed at his own statement, walking towards Midoriya and out in the hallway, the green haired boy following him.

“Kacc-Kacchan’s shirt?”

That was not what Izuku expected the answer to be. Todoroki already told him why Bakugou was in his room yesterday, but why would Kacchan need to take his shirt off? Was it that hot this time of year?

Midoriya wanted to ask him, but as they climbed down the stairs, the subject of their discussion appeared in front of them.

“Get outta the way, Deku.” he growled, hands in his pockets, eyes squinting at the shorter boy.

“Bakugou, you forgot this in my room.”

Todoroki replied instead, handing him the shirt. Bakugou took it and his eyes immediately softened. Midoriya was dreaming, he must be.

“I was looking for it. Thanks.” the blond said. He quickly looked at Midoriya, frown back on his face “Whatcha’ looking at, shitty nerd?”

Midoriya raised his hands in defense, stammering a ‘nothing Kacchan’.

Bakugou climbed up the stairs, not before turning his head and saying this “See you tonight.” to which both him and Todoroki shared a smile. Midoriya tripped down the stairs.

+1

Midoriya was seated on the common room couch, fingers gripping the new volume of the popular All Might comic that just came out a few months ago.

It was a particularly uneventful day, the only thing that cause a commotion was Kaminari’s failed attempt at helping Satou mix his cake batter faster by amping up the mixer with his quirk.

Needless to say, they had to clean the whole kitchen.

The green haired boy turned his head towards the elevators when he heard hurried steps approaching the main area. He was huddled in a blanket just below the backrest of the couch, he should probably announce his presence to not scare his classmates.

He got up on his knees on the couch, sliding a finger between the current pages he was reading and holding the comic book in his head as he saw Todoroki walk Bakugou to the front door, a bento in his hands.

“Remember to not overuse your quirk again, you know how bad it strains your arms.”

Todoroki said lowly, handing Bakugou the bento and dusting off his jacket. He looked like he was Bakugou’s mother.

“I told you that, of course I remember, shortcake.” the blond grumbled, but let the other fret over him.

Midoriya was rubbing his eyes, watching in wonder as the two interacted. Maybe Kacchan finally admitted to being friends with Todoroki?

He continued to stare at the two boys, disbelief written all over his face. He vaguely remembers Kacchan going to his internship today, but for Todoroki to accompany him to the door was…not something Izuku saw quite often. Or at all.

He was about to say something, anything to make the two know he was there when he saw Todoroki lean in and peck Bakugou on the lips, Midoriya letting out a gasp and falling off the couch.

The two turned to look in his direction when they heard the loud thud Midoriya’s head made as it hit the floor. The shorter boy scrambled off the floor with a panicked look on his face, pointing at the two.

“Si-since when I- what is happening? What are you two doing?”

He stuttered out, gulping at the stare Bakugou threw him. Todoroki glanced at Bakugou and turned to Midoriya with an apologetic look, his words making Midoriya stumble on his feet again.

“I might have forgotten to mention that Bakugou is my boyfriend now."

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Todoroki was in Bakugou’s room, arms full of pillows and blankets that got thrown onto the latter’s bed.

He was setting up the dorm for a movie marathon he convinced his boyfriend to watch with him. It got a lot of persuasion on Katsuki’s end but Shouto knew how to convince him into doing whatever he wants.

He sat on the bed, wincing at the pain in his lower back, bringing his left hand to rub at it in circular motions, heating his palm. Shouto was indeed very persuasive.

Bakugou came in a few minutes later, having been tutoring the rest of the ‘idiot brigade’ for the upcoming test, finally managing to escape from them.

He chuckled when he saw his boyfriend huddled up in a fluffy pink blanket with cats printed all over it, laptop on a small bed table, title screen on. Shouto looked at him and made a noise, beckoning Katsuki closer.

The blond threw his slippers under the bed and got up, having to move the mountain of pillows Shouto was leaning on, replacing it with his own body, pulling Todoroki’s head to rest on his shoulder.

The younger sighed and leaned in closer, nuzzling his head into his warm shoulder and burying his face into the blanket.

“Are you done with the fidgeting?”

Katsuki asked, words dripping in fondness as he secured his hand around Shouto’s back, pulling him even closer if that was possible.

“Mhm” was the muffled sound that came from the white and red mop of hair, head nodding slightly. They stared at the screen for a few seconds before Bakugou realized the movie was paused.

“I suppose I have to press play, don’t I?” he grumbled and leaned forward and click on the keyboard, settling back into his place. “Are we watching Aristocats again?”

Katsuki groaned in complaint. Shouto was going through a phase and now he won’t stop watching cat movies. They’ve seen this movie at least 6 times now.

Shouto only shushed his boyfriend to which he got a nip on the ear. After the first half of the movie Katsuki got bored of it, already knowing what scenes were about to play and even some of the quotes, so he settled on playing with Todoroki’s hair, braiding the longer strands of hair.

His hair was always so soft and nice to the touch, hence Bakugou’s obsession with playing with it. When he asked Shouto what products he uses to make his hair so soft he replied ‘what do you mean what products? I just wash it. Am I supposed to use something specific?’, his boyfriend was so hopeless.

And cute. Very cute.

“Are you bored with the movie, Katsu?”

He heard a quiet voice ask, the strands of hair he was currently braiding falling from between his fingers as Shouto turned his head to look at him.

“It’s probably the 10^th time we’re watching it. I don’t like it as much as you do. Watch it if you want, I’ll make myself busy.”

And with that, Todoroki turned back to look at the screen, Katsuki resuming his previous braid.

It was all warm and sweet, a very pleasant atmosphere, Bakugou really enjoyed when he and Shouto got time for themselves. To just sit around in each other’s presence, not doing anything in particular, not really talking about anything and everything.

Just being near Shouto made him happy and content. Katsuki wrapped his arms around Todoroki’s waist underneath the blanket, securing them onto his stomach and settling his head on his shoulder.

“Enjoying the movie?” he whispered in Shouto’s ear, nosing at his neck before pressing a soft kiss there.

“Yes, but I think you aren’t. If you want we can turn it off and watch something else.”

Shouto offered, one hand coming to rest on top of Katsuki’s, warm fingers rubbing at rough hands before intertwining with one of them.

“Nah, you like it.”

And with that Bakugou turned to pepper more kisses on the column of his neck, feeling Todoroki shiver at the contact, trying not to laugh at the feathery touches that were tickling his skin.

Katsuki lifted his free hand and cupped Shouto’s cheek, gently turning his head to the side to kiss him on the nose, pulling a soft giggle out of him. Bakugou brought his hand to squish his cheeks together, lips puckering up and pretty grey-blue eyes glancing up at him.

Leaning in to kiss him on the lips, Katsuki jerked back, startled by the sound of the door swinging and hitting the wall.

“BAKUBRO YOU HAVE TO HELP US!”

Kirishima yelled as he fisted his hands in his hair, Kaminari running after him bursting into Bakugou’s room with a panicked look on his face. Sero appeared not long after, distressed with a few scratches on his face.

Bakugou contemplated for a second, reluctantly getting up from the confines of the bed and unlatching his body from around his boyfriend, walking up to the three boys.

Shouto paused the movie, a bit annoyed at the interruption, but it was probably an emergency, so he turned to look at Bakugou’s friends, waiting for their explanation.

Kirisima opened his mouth to start elaborating onto why they decided to barge in like that, but Katsuki stopped him, putting a sparkling palm on his shoulder. Red piercing eyes lifted to stare at the three menaces, pinning them to the ground with a murderous look.

Kaminari whimpered, Sero clutching at his arm and Kirishima stumbling back in place, making the blond trip onto Sero’s feet behind him.

“You better run, before I do.” Bakugou whispered to them, the three boys hearing the tell-tale sound of popping explosions.

The three boys scrambled to get out of there, stepping on each other and shutting the door behind them, shouts being heard down the hallway. Bakugou turned back to his boyfriend, rubbing his hands in satisfaction, a grin on his face.

“They might really need your help with something, Katsu.” Todoroki chastised, but he couldn’t help but laugh at the scene that just unfolded in front of him.

“It’s their fault for interrupting my cuddling session with my boyfriend.”

Katsuki simply stated, climbing back into bed, hands finding their way back around Shouto’s waist, this time pulling the younger into his lap, pressing a loud kiss to his cheek.

Todoroki relaxed in his embrace, a toothy smile forming on his lips, heart soaring at the attention he received. Who knew Bakugou could be so affectionate. Shouto remembered something, wiggling out of Katsuki’s arms, twisting to lock eyes with him.

“I never got my kiss.” he said with a sly smile, laughing when he saw Katsuki’s smile widen.

“Then come here and kiss me, gorgeous.” and with that Shouto leaned closer to connect their lips, a pleased sigh escaping his mouth.

Shouto kissed him with all the passion that was swirling through him, heart pounding and breath hitching as Bakugou’s hands ran down his sides and grabbed his waist, placing him on top of his thighs, pulling him closer until their hearts laid over each other, rapid beats syncing in their chests.

Todoroki whimpered lowly as the blond bit his lower lip, dragging his tongue over it then going back to licking into Shouto’s mouth.

Cold and warm hands weaved through Katsuki’s spiky hair, holding onto it like a lifeline, grounding himself, Bakugou’s kisses making him dizzy, heady breaths scorching his slicked lips and flushed cheeks, hazy red eyes locking with his, Katsuki’s beautiful smile tugging at his heartstrings.

After taking a last breath of air, Shouto dived back in, sealing his lips around Bakugou’s, feeling his calloused fingers trail under his shirt. His back was still hurting from yesterday, but, he could ask Katsuki to be gentle with him tonight.

They never finished the movie.

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Shouto knocked on Bakugou’s apartment door just a little before sunset.

He doesn’t remember exactly when this ‘arrangement’ started.

It just happened one night in their 3^rd year when the blond boy had a very intense nightmare and bumped into Shouto as he tiptoed downstairs for a middle of the night snack, eyes watery due to crying, arms trembling and knees buckling under him.

Todoroki was used to going through nightmares and knew how to calm himself, but comforting Bakugou was a whole different story.

Since that night encounter, they started going to each other for ‘emotional support’, even if the two were the most unexperienced people in their class in this domain, they confided into each other, finding solace in each other’s embrace.

Todoroki was weirded out the first time Bakugou hugged him, tears streaming down his face and soaking Shouto’s shirt, but the latter didn’t mind it, raising a hand to rub up and down his back, trying to calm him down.

It never went further than hugging or holding hands, one afternoon they fell asleep together after a particular rough training day when Bakugou had a significantly bad performance, a cause of too much time spent studying and participating in his internship, and not training enough.

They did not tell anyone about this, they didn’t have a reason to do so, and it was better to be kept just between the two of them.

They got closer as classmates and eventually friends, Shouto even ending up spending more time with Bakugou than with his usual group of friends.

This ‘thing’ continued into their pro-hero years as well, one coming uninvited to the other’s apartment at seemingly any time of the day and just collapsing into their arms.

They didn’t have to say anything and the other would immediately understand what he needed to do.

They would talk sometimes about what haunts them, what wouldn’t let them sleep, what would bring down their mood and what they would like to change about their life in order to not let those negative thoughts intrude their minds again.

On nights when he felt lonelier than usual, Shouto thought about how much he wanted to go and spend time with Bakugou outside of this ‘giving and receiving comfort’ situations.

He wanted to go to his place with happy thoughts, with brighter intents, not just the need for a warm embrace and a hand to hold until his tears ceased to blur his vision.

But he didn’t have the courage to bring it up, to act on his wishes.

Too scared that Bakugou wanted nothing more with him, that Bakugou just sought comfort in him because he was the one who caught him that fateful night, open and vulnerable.

That Bakugou would never catch feelings for Todoroki, like Shouto did for him.

That Bakugou will one day, tell him that he didn’t need him anymore and he would break this-

“Will you come in or d’you wanna talk in the hallway?”

Bakugou’s raspy voice broke his thought, bringing Todoroki’s attention to his red piercing eyes and sleeveless arm which was holding the door open and oh, Shouto should probably go inside.

“Another shitty day?”  the blond asked without letting the other say a word, the sullen expression on Todoroki’s face giving away his intent on coming here at this hour.

The dual hero just nodded, taking off his coat and hanging it on the left end of the hanger, where his jackets usually took place, and toed off his shoes putting them in the same place he always did, right next to Bakugou’s favorite sneakers.

The blond man headed to the couch and lifted the blanket that was previously draped over his lap and motioned for Todoroki to come and join him on the cushions, one hand grabbing the remote and lowering the TV volume.

Shouto appreciated the thought, Bakugou knowing how distracting and sometimes annoying were the sounds of the TV for Todoroki, but without the light coming from the screen the room seemed too lifeless, to prone to dark nightmares to crawl and fog his mind.

He sat on the couch, head instantly falling on Bakugou’s thighs, cold fingers searching to intertwine with shorter and calloused ones, Katsuki’s other hand carding through red and white locks after draping the blanket over Shouto’s legs.

This was a familiar position to the two of them, the feeling of warm fingers carding through his hair soothing him into a hazy state of comfort and almost putting him to sleep on many occasions.

He knew Bakugou wouldn’t mind if Shouto were to fall asleep, but it never happened before, and they never spent the night at each other’s apartment before, they never crossed that line.

They would come, calm down, talk about anything that got their mind off the things that troubled them, and then return home.

Home.

Todoroki suppressed a bitter laugh.

His apartment never felt like home for him, nor did his childhood house. The only thing remotely close to home was the dorms.

As loud as his classmates got, he came to the conclusion that their presence was what made him the happiest, the thought of coming back from classes and spending time with his friends was what transformed the big dorm building into a home.

He had the same feeling whenever he spent time with Bakugou.

That warm sensation that swirled inside him, swiftly tying his heart and squeezing it every time the blond looked at him with those sharp eyes, his stomach churning every time he would hold his hand, intertwining their fingers or smoothed his palm over his knuckles, leaving Shouto wondering how it would feel to have Bakugou’s lips pressed against his palm.

His cheeks would occasionally flare up when the contact was too much, or when Bakugou was bold and caressed his face while brushing off stray tears that fell onto warm and cold cheeks. His ears would burn, and not because of his quirk, but because of the man that was currently holding him in his arms like he was made out of glass. Like he was something precious, that, if handled with not enough care, would break.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he heard the voice above him ask, barely above a whisper, the buzzing from the TV slightly louder than the tone of Bakugou’s voice.

Todoroki let out a muffled whine, meaning that he wanted Bakugou to mute the TV entirely. The soft touch in his hair disappeared for a few moments, before returning and melting Shouto’s frame further into the other, face turning to smush into Bakugou’s tank top.

Bakugou took Shouto’s lack of reply as a ‘no’ and didn’t push further, not needing the explanation anyway, he was content with just holding him in his arms.

He basked in his presence, letting his head fall against the backrest of the couch, humming softly in the back of his throat to a random song he heard this morning on the radio, feeling Todoroki sigh and nuzzle his face further into his clothed torso.

He squeezed his hand and lifted his knees a bit to bring the other even closer to him, yearning for the closeness of their bodies.

Bakugou never thought he would end up like this, going to Todoroki for comfort after a distressing nightmare or a dreadful day at the hero agency, or after a lost battle with a villain, though that didn’t happen very often.

He knew they were friends, closer than ‘normal friends’, with all of this touching and comforting going on, they didn’t show this vulnerable side of them that much to anyone else.

And he also knew that he could go to Todoroki’s place whenever he felt like it, shitty Deku did that all the time, damn him. But he couldn’t. He was afraid that they wouldn’t know what do to besides this, besides what the usually did when they were together, just the two of them.

He was afraid that if he went to see the other with further intent than just to cheer himself up, he would not hesitate to take things further.

He had wanted to do that for a while now, and it scared him. It scared him that he was craving more than what he got, he wanted more than Todoroki was offering him.

Bakugou always wanted more from life, more from himself, and now he wanted more than just Todoroki’s friendship.

He dreaded the time that the other had to go home, and Bakugou would have to go to sleep in his cold and empty bed, robbed of Todoroki’s touch, his arms devoid of the relief and warmth that Todoroki’s presence brought.

“I could make soba if you want, I still have some leftover noodles in the fridge. Kept them for when you’d come over.”

Katsuki said, pushing Todoroki’s hair from his face, heart soaring at the sight of those beautiful grey-cerulean eyes beaming up at him.

How he wanted to keep Todoroki all to himself, protect him from the harsh world outside.

“No, I don’t want to move.”

He lazily replied, before wrapping his arms around Bakugou’s waist and settling himself back, head tucked on the side of Bakugou’s torso, nose digging into his stomach, tickling the skin underneath the dark material.

With a smile and a chuckle, he leaned back again, hands locking around Todoroki, refusing to let go of the amazing sensation of holding him close. Even if he wanted him to be closer, closer to him, closer to his heart.

They stayed like that, tangled in each other on the couch for a full hour, occasionally sharing meaningless words about their days between them, just to fill up the silence, just to make sure they wouldn’t fall asleep like that, to make sure they wouldn’t break the glass wall they put between them by accident.

“Do you work tomorrow?”

Bakugou asked, wanting to make a mental note based on Todoroki’s reply about how much time he could spend at his place before he had to go back to his apartment to sleep because they had to get up at the crack of dawn to get ready for work.

“I do, though it’s a 9am shift, so it’s not that horrendous.”

Shouto replied, raising a hand to twist the fabric of Bakugou’s shirt between his fingers.

“It’s getting late, you should probably go home or you’ll wake up late again.”

Bakugou tried to tease him about, to distract himself from the sadness Todoroki’s need to leave brought him. He looked down at him, noticing the scrunch of his eyebrows and the pout on his lips.

“I don’t wanna leave.” Bakugou perked up at this, Todoroki’s words ringing in his ears, heart beating rapidly in his chest.

“I don’t feel at home there. I feel at home with you. I don’t have to go anywhere because I am already home.”

Shouto said, words quiet and calculated, afraid that he’ll regret saying them out loud, afraid of rejection. He dared to look up at Bakugou, taking in his stunned expression and upturn of his lips. That was unexpected.

“Then should we move to the bed? The couch is not that spacious.”

Bakugou offered and Todoroki smiled, lifting his head and grabbing his hand, pulling him to the bedroom and crashing on top of the mattress, snuggling into his side.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms, holding their home close to their hearts, the nightmares not threatening to haunt them anymore.

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Todoroki’s hair was always an intriguing characteristic of the already mysterious and captivating boy.

How it was perfectly parted in the middle, a darker red shade on the left side and a snow-white shade on the right side, quite unique. As unique as it could get in a world full of quirks. But it always looked so soft and neat, as if he spent a lot of time in front of the mirror styling his hair, choosing which products to use and such.

The boy in question knew those rumors were overestimating him, he just washed his hair with his usual vanilla shampoo and wait for it to dry out, or dry it out with his quirk, on the times he remembered.

And it wasn’t just Todoroki’s fan girls who took notice of his marvelous hair. Bakugou was on the list as well. Since day one, Todoroki was “half ‘n half bastard” for him, because of his quirk too, but also because of his dual hair.

At first, Todoroki’s abnormally colored hair was not a concern for Katsuki, nor something he went out of his way to think about. But, in their 2^nd year, when Todoroki started growing out his hair long enough to tie it in a small bun in the back, that’s when the thoughts started whirling in Bakugou’s head.

He always knew Todoroki was beautiful, he was on top of the girls’ list when it came to ‘the most good looking guy in 1A’ for fuck’s sake, but to Bakugou, his hair was just ridiculous. Candy cane looking ass.

Anyway.

As much as the blond boy made fun of Todoroki’s hair, he came to realize that he was just looking for excuses to talk about it, sometimes teasing and taunting about the length and style of it just to touch it, to feel the extremely soft strands on the tips of his warm fingers.

When Todoroki’s hair grew long enough for Mina and Hagakure to braid it in the middle of the common room, Bakugou decided that it transformed into a very big problem.

Because he was getting flustered like a fool. And turned on, to top it all off. Katsuki was also aware of his crush on the boy, having accepted it a long time ago, when the mini heart attacks and brain short circuiting started happening more often when he was in Todoroki’s presence.

He felt defeated, that he fell head over heels, just like the other stupid extras, for UA’s pretty boy and his stupid pretty hair.

On a particularly quiet evening, Bakugou found himself in the gym, sparring with Todoroki, both practicing hand to hand combat for one of their upcoming physical exams or whatever Aizawa had prepared for them.

The younger boy had his hair tied up, the elastic band threatening to fall at any moment if Todoroki made harsher movements. Not that Bakugou cared, every time Todoroki’s hair would come undone in battle, his heart would do the same, summersaulting in his chest, bursting through his ribcage as if it wanted to go and touch his hair.

And let’s be fucking honest, who wouldn’t want to?

Todoroki approached Bakugou with full force, expression concentrated on his opponent’s next potential attack, ducked under his hand and grabbed him by the leg and waist, lifting Bakugou in the air and throwing him on the mattress under them.

Katsuki stared above him, eyes wide and mouth agape, shocked at how easily he lost. He was gazing up into heterochromatic eyes, white and red locks framing Todoroki’s angelic face as he looked down at Bakugou.

“You’re getting better, halfie. That one got me by surprise.” He admitted, lifting his hand for Todoroki to help him up.

“I think that’s the first time you genuinely complimented me. Thank you, Bakugou.” Todoroki said with a small smile on his lips.

“Don’t get used to it, greedy bastard.”

He retorted back, squeezing the other’s hand before letting go, catching the surprised look on Todoroki’s face before he switched back to his expressionless self.

“But really, you’re the reason I’m getting better. You’re the only one I practice hand to hand combat with.”

Todoroki added, as he searched the floor for his hair tie, bunching his hair in one hand to tie it back up. Bakugou bent down and grabbed the elastic band and scrunched his nose at the poor quality of it.

You’d think that with how posh the other was, he would at least invest more money in what holds the hair out of his face.

“You can’t tell me this is what you’re tying your hair with.”

Bakugou said, glaring at the offensive object in his palm. Todoroki shrugged and took it, wrapping it around his hair, Bakugou grimacing as he almost felt the elastic stretch his own hair.

“It accomplishes its purpose. I don’t see a reason to change it.” he said as if the conversation was done, settling back into a fighting stance.

“No no no.” Bakugou denied, hands raised in front of him “that’ll damage your hair. You need to change it to something softer.”

“Why do you care about what I use to tie my hair, Bakugou?”

That was a very good question, and Bakugou was not going to truthfully answer it, because he was not put on this planet to make a fool of himself. That was Dunce Face’s job.

“Cause you’ll come and complain to me. Come on, training’s done for today. We’re going to the store.”

It took some time for Todoroki to process what the blond just told him but he eventually followed him into the locker room.

They went out into the breeze of the night, walking out the front gates of the dorms and heading to the nearest convenience store that sold hair accessories.

Shouto had no idea what they were looking for, so he let Bakugou take care of that while he scanned the candy isles, searching for those strawberry pockys Uraraka offered him once.

Bakugou thanked the Gods that the first store had hair bands and other shit, cause he wasn’t in the mood for walking another 20 minutes to the next one, though, that way he could get more time alone with Todoroki.

Was it too late to say that he didn’t find anything here?

He saw the idiot across the store, staring in awe at all the pocky flavors that were displayed in front of him, Bakugou catching himself smiling at the sight, then cursing himself and going back to choosing a better substitute for that excuse of a hair tie.

“Ok I got everything we need. Are you done ogling at the candy? Can we go now?”

Bakugou sighed, approaching Todoroki and showing him a set of velvet scrunchies and another one with cotton hair bands.

“I can’t find the strawberries and cream flavored ones.”

Todoroki whined, turning to look at him with a pleading look in his eyes, hair falling prettily over his face. Without thinking, Bakugou reached to brush the hair back, causing a blush to spread across Shouto’s cheeks, silencing him.

“Isn’t that cannibalism?” Katsuki joked, trying to draw attention from his embarrassing gesture.

“Huh?” inquired Todoroki, tilting his head in that cute way making Bakugou’s heart skip a beat. Or more.

“You literally look like the damn package!”

He exclaimed and grabbed the box that Todoroki was looking for for the past 5 minutes, and raised it next to his hair. Shouto looked at the box, then back at Bakugou and then he carded his fingers through his hair, looking down at the red and white strands, eyebrows bunched up like he was contemplating the resemblance.

His eyes gaze back up at the boy in front of him, before he doubled over in laughter, hands gripping his stomach, loud boisterous laughter escaping Todoroki, catching the attention of the bored cashier at the front of the store.

Bakugou was stunned in place, ears graced with the sweet melody that was Todoroki’s laugh. He eventually calmed down, fingers wiping away the stray tears on his cheeks, bright smile still on his face.

“Is this everything?”

He asked, pointing at Bakugou’s hands. The blond followed his finger, startled from his daze. He gave a rough nod and headed to the counter. Todoroki put the pocky boxes down, grabbing his father’s credit card out of his pocket when Bakugou fished for his own wallet, saying that ‘my old man has it covered’ which earned a snort out of the blond boy.

As he was about to hand the card to the cashier, Todoroki’s eyes widened, withdrawing his hand.

“Bakugou, what are these?”

He asked, hand pointing at a rack next to them. It was filled with various jewelry and hair ties similar to what Bakugou picked out, but the taller boy was pointing to a set of cats and flowers hair clips, all tacky and glittery.

“You gotta be kidding me, halfie. You like those abominations?” 

He just got an excited nod from the other, sighing as he handed the cashier the bag to check it out, paying for everything and heading out of the store, Bakugou trudging behind him.

They arrived at the dorms, the blond stating that he was going to his own room, when Todoroki grabbed him by the arm, hesitantly watching Bakugou’s expression.

Katsuki wasn’t gonna like this, was he?

“You have to help me.” he said, as if that explained anything.

“Help you with what, fucker? Forgot where your room is? I can draw you a map if that helps.”

“No, I don’t know how to put these in my hair.” he continued, not at all amused at Bakugou’s teasing, lifting the bag in his other hand.

“And why do you think I know how to do it?” the dual haired boy raised his eyebrows at him “fine, let’s go.”

They arrived in Todoroki’s room, the younger locking the door behind them ‘Sero likes to barge in sometimes to talk about his new manga collection, and I assume you wouldn’t want any company’,

Bakugou just sat on one of the pillows scattered on the floor, appreciating that the other knew about his ‘don’t fucking disturb me’ policy.

Todoroki sat in front of him, legs crossed and opened the contents of the bag, carefully handling the cat hair clips and smiling at them as if they were going to meow at him any moment now. Bakugou wanted to make fun of him for that, for all of this, but he couldn’t.

He found himself frozen in place, entranced by Todoroki’s happy grin, by his beautiful laugh and the twinkle in his eyes. He was like a child, mesmerized by everything remotely shiny or colored.

“They’re cute, I really like this one.”

He said in a small voice, pointing to a cat with yellow fur, who had a snarky grin on its face “it kinda looks like you, Bakugou.” he stated amused and showed his friend the hair pin.

“Haah? I don’t look like some stupid plastic cat head!” he blew up, even if the cat might look a bit like him.

Does that mean Todoroki thinks he’s cute? If he called the cat cute and then compared it to Katsuki. Argh stupid halfie bastard and stupid crush on this idiot.

“It’s not stupid. Anyway, how do you put them in?”

Several attempts later, they discovered that you had to style your hair somehow before placing the clips in, or else they’ll just slide off, especially if your hair was as soft as Todoroki’s.

Which Bakguou had the opportunity to touch, comb and style all in one night. He felt like he was on fire, as ironic as that was. Todoroki just turned around and pushed his hair back, closing his eyes, letting the blond do whatever he wanted with his hair.

Which Katsuki didn’t hesitate to do.

At first he tentatively brushed his fingers through the soft locks, marveling at the feeling, heart thundering against his ribcage. He combed the delicate strands, before deciding on braiding the middle ones, red and white entwining in Bakugou’s hands, looking more like a literal candy cane.

Katsuki wasn’t giving out those nicknames for nothing. He also made 2 more smaller braids just above Todoroki’s ears, connecting them with the middle one and tying it with a white hair band.

To finish it off, he placed several flower clips in the smaller braids, and the yellow cat in the middle of the bigger braid, Bakugou grinning just like the cartoonish clip in Todoroki’s hair.

Clearing his throat, he said he was done and handed the other a hand mirror, letting him look at his hair.

He saw Todoroki struggle a bit to look at the back of his head, Bakugou rolling his eyes fondly before taking his phone and snapping a photo to show it to Todoroki.

The taller boy had the biggest smile on his face when he saw the picture, claiming that the cat was the best addition to the new hairstyle, earning another eye roll from Bakugou.

“I want to wear my hair like this tomorrow to school, but I’m not sure I know how to do it myself.”

He said, expectant smile on his face, locking eyes with Bakugou. Katsuki was a weak man when it came to this pretty boy with long, red-white hair, so the only thing he could do was agree and wake up early the next day to braid Todoroki’s hair again.

To say that this new hairstyle caught the attention of half the school was an understatement. Praises and compliments went through Todoroki’s left year and exited out his right one, the boy not even paying attention to the other students’ comments.

He was more focused on what was on his phone, a list of new hairstyles he was showing Bakugou, begging the blond boy to style his hair again, a wide smile forming on his face when Bakugou agreed.

“Wow, Todoroki-kun!” Midoriya greeted them as the two entered their classroom, still looking at Shouto’s phone, shoulders touching.

“Your hair looks great! Did you do it yourself?” of course shitty Deku had something to say about it.

“Oh, thank you, Midoriya. But no, Bakugou braided my hair.” he replied, casually walking to his desk, placing his bag on the backrest of the chair.

“Really? Kacchan!? I didn’t know he was good at this kind of stuff. I’m very impressed, Kacchan!”

Midoriya loudly said in Bakugou’s direction, a beaming smile on his face.

“Shut the fuck up, nerd. Of course I’m the best at everything.” Midoriya just nodded in agreement, turning back to his best friend.

“Are those cats, Todoroki-kun?” he asked, eyes roaming around the middle braid.

“Yes, I found them yesterday at the store when I went shopping with Bakugou. That yellow one looks like him, don’t you think?”

Todoroki replied, gesturing excitedly around his head, turning to show Midoriya the little grinning cat.

“That’s uhm, one way to put it, Todoroki-kun.” the green haired boy stuttered, piecing together all the information Todoroki dumped on him.

“I think it’s cute.”

He said with a shrug, hand carding through his hair and twirling one red lock between his fingers. He couldn’t wait to have Bakugou play with his hair again.

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Todoroki never knew what to expect when he got into a relationship with Bakugou.

Well, he knew enough about the blond to figure out how their relationship was going to unfold, but never this.

Katsuki turned out to be a very touchy person. Which was definitely not something bad, Shouto enjoyed the skin ship and the cuddles just as much. But sometimes his boyfriend would take him by surprise and it would give him this warm feeling that surged through him, starting from his chest until it reached his toes and ears, sensing the blush on his cheeks and the way his heart thrummed in his ribcage.

Bakugou loved to hug Shouto.

Be it early in the morning when he woke up, bleary eyes watching red and white hair sprawled on the pillow beside him, hands searching for Shouto under the blanket and bringing him closer to his body.

Or after classes, under the sakura tree at the school entrance after all those extras went ahead of them to the dorms, leaving the two lovers behind, embraced in the warm sunlight.

After sparring when he saw Shouto out of breath, chugging down his water bottle, towel slung around his neck, Katsuki’s hands would just curl themselves around his waist, sweaty forehead pressing against Todoroki’s equally sweaty shoulder.

But neither of them minded. They both enjoyed the contact so they continued doing it. Or at least Shouto continued to wait for his boyfriend’s arms to wrap around him and fill him up with affection until he felt like he couldn’t breathe anymore, too drunk with love for the boy he could finally call his.

Shouto also knew that as much as Bakugou liked skin ship, he rarely did it around their other classmates.

They talked about it and it wasn’t that Bakugou didn’t want the other to know that he was in a relationship with Todoroki, he had enough of their yapping and teasing, so just adding fuel to their jokes wasn’t his ideal plan.

Shouto was okay with this, not too fond of cuddling with Bakugou in front of all of their friends. He preferred to keep that to the two of them, in the confines of their own rooms. At least that’s what Todoroki thought until one day.

Katsuki was cleaning up the kitchen while Shouto was sat on the common room couch, phone in hand and all of the girls in their class seated around him, looking at the screen as his boyfriend played some dumb game with cats that everyone was miraculously interested in.

Bakugou’s ears perked up at Uraraka’s laugh, turning to look at the girls swarming around Shouto, some of them sitting too close in Katsuki’s opinion.

He narrowed his eyes when he saw Mina’s hand come to rest on Todoroki’s shoulder as she pointed a pink finger at the screen, laughing loudly at something stupid probably. He told himself to calm down, they were just playing some dumb game.

Then Hagakure decided to play with Shouto’s hair, and, Katsuki all but stormed from the kitchen, stomping his way to his boyfriend. Several pairs of eyes lifted to look at him, the girls giggling when they saw the glare on Bakugou’s face.

The blond extended his arms and put them under Shouto’s thighs, lifting him off the couch and into his arms, the younger’s eyes widening in shock, hands grasping at Katsuki’s t-shirt.

“Find another pretty boy to leech onto, this one’s mine.”

And with that he was off to the elevators, finger pressing the 4^th floor button before returning to hold his boyfriend up.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.” Shouto said, a playful smile on his lips.

“I’m not jealous, dumbass.” he huffed out, but when he felt Todoroki shift to get off to stand on his own feet, he just tightened his hold around him.

~.~.~.~

As much as Bakugou said he didn’t like PDA, he sure touched Shouto a lot in public. And again, Todoroki was not complaining, he didn’t pay that much attention to the people around them as Bakugou did, not like Katsuki could look at anyone else when he was with his boyfriend.

But they were now at the train station, waiting for their train, and Bakugou was holding his hand and tucking his head in the crook of his neck, stating that it was too cold outside and he was just warming his face.

Shouto pressed a kiss to his forehead and brought his left hand to rub up and down his back, warming Katsuki with the touch. The older boy sighed in content, nuzzling further into Shouto, the touch of his nose tickling him.

“The train’s coming.”

Shouto said softly, disappointed that he had to detach himself from Katsuki so they could get on the train, and he wouldn’t get to hug him again until they arrived at the dorms.

Of course there were no empty seats, Bakugou grumbling something about his legs freezing off and breaking into ice shards at some point, hands crossing against his chest, a sour look on his face.

Todoroki looked at him for a few moments, admiring his handsome face. He felt himself space out when a hand grabbed his and he heard Bakugou say ‘warm me up, candy cane’ before he got an armful of his boyfriend, blond hair blocking his view.

Letting out a light chuckle, Shouto pressed another kiss to his forehead and wrapping his hands around Katsuki, closing his eyes and pretending they were the only ones on the train.

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They were over at Katsuki’s house for the weekend, his mother having invited the two boys over for dinner then insisting (Katsuki was adamant on calling it ‘forcing’) them to stay overnight.

So here they were, Shouto laid on the couch with a mug of hot chocolate in his hands, his boyfriend joining him, turning to scowl at the TV show that was currently playing.

His father laughed at how easy it was for Shouto to calm down his boyfriend, gaze locking with Mitsuki’s, the both of them sharing a smile. Katsuki’s mom sat down on the couch next to her son, clasping a hand on his shoulder and startling the boy.

“You better take good care of Shouto, do you hear me brat?” she scolded him in a teasing tone, earning a light chuckle from Todoroki and a yell from Katsuki.

“What are you saying, hag? Of course I take care of him!”

They continued to banter back and forth, his parents soon leaving the two of them alone in the living room, saying they were going to sleep and warning their son again to ‘keep it down or else you’re sleeping outside’.

Katsuki grumbled a reply and shuffled closer to his boyfriend, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, tugging him closer to press a kiss on his cheek.

“They’re finally gone.” he exhaled and kissed Shouto again, now lifting him to sit in his lap, his arms circling his waist and holding him close.

“Not too loud or they’ll hear you.” Shouto whispered amused, embracing him back.

They fell asleep wrapped up in each other, getting woken up by Mitsuki’s loud laughing and the snap of a camera, the blond woman smacking a hand against her knee as she showed the photo to Masaru.

“Look at them, they’re so adorable together! Katsuki, why didn’t you tell me you liked hugs? You look so happy in this picture. Masaru, we’re sending this to the whole family, just wai-“

“Argh stop it! Give me the phone!” Katsuki yelled and swiped the phone out of his mom’s grasp, glaring at the photo.

Shouto crawled closer to look at it, a pretty smile adorning his face, making Katsuki falter his movements to delete it.

Katsuki might say that he doesn’t like touching Shouto in front of other people, but when it got him smiling like that, he thinks he can make an exception.

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Shouto and Katsuki’s mornings in the dorms were unpredictable most of the time. And you would wonder why.

There are several reasons why Katsuki double checks if he locked the door before going to sleep.

The first one being Kaminari and Kirishima who will burst into his dorm first thing in the morning to annoy the shit out of him.

The second reason being that one time when he forgot to close his door all the way and now Shouji is scared to pass by Bakugou’s room in the evening.

And the third reason being that shitty nerd Deku who always came looking for Shouto, knowing that he’s in Katsuki’s room. The blond likes to hear Deku whine at his door to “open up, Kacchan! I know Todoroki’s in there with you.”, he never opens the door.

As annoying as those idiots were, the only thing that made his mornings worth it was the boy currently curled up in his arms, face nuzzled in his chest and one warm hand around Katsuki’s waist.

It was two months into their relationship when they started spending the night in each other’s rooms, Todoroki usually drifting off to sleep in Katsuki’s bed as he waited for him to come back from the showers, eyes closing and head falling on his boyfriend’s pillow, stained with the subtle scent of burnt caramel.

Bakugou didn’t dare wake up Shouto, so he just cuddled behind him and went to sleep as well.

Since then, they always slept together, either in Katsuki’s bed or Shouto’s futon. Bakugou would wake up before his boyfriend, naturally being a morning person, while Todoroki liked to sleep in as much as he could until he had to get up and get ready for class.

Katsuki’s morning routine was completely ruined after this, because he couldn’t just detach himself from his boyfriend’s arms, the warmth and the mint scent too entrancing, making it hard to let go.

So the only option was to stay where he was, sometimes under Shouto, on his side, on top of him; he never knew how they got into those positions, they almost never woke up the way they would go to sleep.

Even if the younger boy was asleep, Katsuki could not seem to find a way to escape from his grip. Shouto would hold onto his boyfriend with all the force he could muster while being in deep slumber, his nose sometimes scrunching and whines escaping his parted lips when he felt Bakugou wiggling away.

And as much as the blond liked to complain about Shouto’s clinginess, he loved every second of it.

Especially went he got to see those pretty grey-blue eyes lazily opening, still clouded in sleep, a pink flush on his cheeks from his face being smushed into the pillow or Bakuou’s chest, hair tousled up in every direction, red and white strands mixing in the middle.

The sight warmed Katsuki’s heart, feeling himself fall even deeper for the beautiful boy in his bed.

Rough hands would thread into soft hair, pushing it back and tucking it behind his ear, pressing closer to leave a soft kiss on Shouto’s forehead. And then one on his nose.

Maybe on his eyelids as well if he felt generous.

He would always avoid Todoroki’s lips, earning soft whimpers from him, pretty pink lips pursing up, demanding kisses, heterochromatic eyes still hidden.

Katsuki would squish his cheeks together, pulling a giggle out of his pouty boyfriend, the other’s hands reaching for Bakugou’s shoulders to pull him closer so he can properly kiss him.

The older boy was stubborn and wouldn’t give it until he got to see those pretty eyes, so he would raise himself on his arms, hovering above his boyfriend, waiting for his next move.

When he would feel long arms sneak around his waist Bakugou would flop down on top of Shouto, the taller boy huffing at the sudden pressure, more whines dancing around the room, gracing the blond’s ears.

“Come on, Sho, open your eyes for me.” would whisper Katsuki in his ear, fingers caressing his face, coaxing the other into fully waking up.

“You’re so weird, you always do this.” Shouto said defeated, opening his eyes, staring fondly up at his boyfriend, pupils blown out, slivers of stormy and cerulean irises circling them.

“I like your eyes. Do you have a problem with that, halfie?”

Bakugou countered, thumb and forefinger pinching his cheeks, forcing a strained laugh out of his boyfriend and earning a swat at his head.

Both boys turned their heads towards the direction of Kirishima’s room, hearing the loud thud of what they assumed were the redhead’s weights and then some shouts. Todoroki switched to gaze back up at Katsuki, a sigh escaping his lips.

“No, but I have a problem with that. They’re so loud in the mornings…Especially Kirishima."

Shouto lifted his hands to rub at Bakugou’s sides, groaning when he got a glimpse of the time on the wall clock. They had about 30 minutes to get ready.

It was always like this, trying to get as much time in bed as they could, tangled in each other, sleep tugging at their eyelids, daring to pull them deeper into slumber once again, the noises from the hallways startling them awake every time.

With a grumble, the blond would rise from the bed and head to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, Shouto trudging after him, shooting him a loopsided smile in the mirror, fingers coming to flick water at Katsuki.

The older boy would smirk at him before ruffling his hair and slapping his butt as he went back to his room to put on his uniform. Then they would both hurry to class because Shouto would make a fuss when it came to getting dressed, clinging to Katsuki and peppering kisses all over his face.

Mornings in the dorms were difficult sometimes.

But when it came to mornings in their shared apartment, now when the both of them were pro-heroes, were a different story.

Now there weren’t any classmates to bother them or teleport into their dorms, no furniture being moved at 3 in the morning, no shouting in the middle of the night, no nosy perverts. Just the two of them, sleeping peacefully wrapped in each other’s arms.

Meow

Oh yeah, they got a cat.

She was adorable most of the time, but there were mornings when she would make it her goal to knead at Bakugou’s back with her claws before plopping onto his face, waking up the blond hero.

He threatened to lock her on the balcony, getting an immediate ‘Katsuki don’t you dare’ from his boyfriend. He wouldn’t do it, but that didn’t mean he hasn’t thought about it.

Another thing that replaced the boisterous classmates were the early shifts they had to wake up for now, or the emergency calls at the crack of dawn.

What fucking villain would wake up at 5AM just to destroy the city. Who was that cruel. They were aware that the job they decided to both pursue didn’t leave them with much time for themselves, but they managed to make it work.

Mornings were usually the only time of the day they knew they could be together, spending those 5 or 20 minutes, depending on the day, staring at each other, feeling each other up, kissing each other. Just loving each other, starting their day holding the person they loved the most close.

“I know you’re staring.” Todoroki’s gruff morning voice would whisper, feeling Bakugou’s eyes on his face.

“Maybe I’m not staring. How can you be so sure, baby?” the other teased back, fingers twirling a long lock of white hair, letting it fall over Shouto’s cheek.

“I haven’t even woken up properly and you’re already stalking me. Unbelievable.” Shouto pretended to be annoyed, a small smile tugging at his lips, eyes squinting open.

“Mmm, and what are you gonna do about it, pretty boy? Push me off the bed?” Katsuki provoked him, a playful lilt in his voice.

“I just might” Shouto seemed to consider it, snuggling closer to his boyfriend “but you’re comfortable, so I’ll make an exception, this time.”

He stated, chuckling at the end, smile widening and heart aching when he felt Katsuki tug him closer.

“Ah, I feel honored.”

“You should or I might exile you out of the pillow kingdom.” Shouto teased back, one finger jabbing into his chest, lifting his face to grin at Katsuki.

“My beautiful prince wouldn’t do that to me, now would he?” Bakugou cooed, ducking to press a loud kiss on Shouto’s cheek, hand searching to intertwine their fingers together.

Todoroki pushed him towards the edge of the bed, Katsuki falling on the carpeted floor dragging his boyfriend with him, both heroes crashing down in a pile of tangled limbs.

Shouto was just as reluctant to wake up as he was back in their 2^nd year at UA. Katsuki would have to to haul him out of bed, drag him to the bathroom and throw his clothes onto his head, amused by the small grumbles Todoroki would let out as he tried to distinguish his jeans from his shirt.

Bakugou would prepare the both of them breakfast, setting up their little wooden table up and waiting for his sleepy lover to come out and eat.

After that they would both go to their hero agencies, waiting for the time they would come back home and fall asleep in each other’s embrace.

Chapter Text

At some point in his life, Bakugou started feeling something else besides rivalry for one of his classmates.

Gone were the wishes of surpassing said classmate, replaced with the want of pushing him further, the need to have someone as strong as him by his side bigger than the illusion of wanting to outrun him.

And that classmate was Todoroki Shouto.

It took some time to come to terms with himself, weeks of denying the crawling feeling of adoration towards the other boy, enclosed in the fake façade of hatred and competitiveness.

So after Katsuki realized one day that instead of wanting to punch Todoroki square in the face he craved the feeling of the other’s soft skin in between his palms, he accepted his fate, knowing he fell in too deep.

And as much as Bakugou wanted to never reveal his emotions to anyone else in their classroom, even more so to the boy that caused this whirlwind of desires, the blond couldn’t lie to himself.

That wasn’t his policy. He was always blunt and said what was on his mind, so hiding his feelings was not an option, as he came to discover.

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They were training in Gym Gamma, Aizawa making them fight each other in pairs, insisting it would help them adapt to working with others as a team in combat. Bakugou was paired up with Dunce Face, the two going against Todoroki and Jirou.

The dual haired boy was constantly getting distracted during their match, carelessly shooting out ice walls and reacting later than usual. Bakugou was hesitating as well, something stopping him from going all out on the poor boy, seeing the distress and confusion swirling in his heterochromatic eyes.

“What the fuck has gotten into you, icyhot? You better wake the fuck up and give me a fair fight.”

He was trying to provoke him, the only response he got was more ice shot haphazardly in his direction.

Todoroki’s state of confusion got him injured, sliding on his own ice and hitting his head, falling unconscious immediately. Everyone ran up to him, concerned eyes watching his passed out form on the ground.

Bakugou blasted himself closer to the swarm of idiots surrounding Todoroki and yelling at them to get out of the way. Aizawa allowed him to take him to Recovery Girl, the blond lifting Todoroki in his arms and hurrying to the nurse.

The woman healed Todoroki, saying he needed to sleep in order to regain his stamina, his slip of concentration during combat due to overexertion. Before she left to complete some paperwork she told Bakugou that he could return to class then bidding him goodbye.

Contemplating going back to the other idiots, Katsuki took off his gauntlets and sat down on a chair, dragging it closer to Todoroki’s bed.

Halfie bastard wasn’t the only one tired here, Bakugou pressed a hand to his forehead, trying to will his headache away, skull pounding from the noise of his explosions.

As he was training more and increasing the power of his explosions, the more consequences it had on himself, migraines being a regular effect. Katsuki was about to fall asleep on the chair when a rough and deep voice startling him.

“What are you doing here, Bakugou?” Todoroki asked, rubbing a hand on his face.

“Your stupid ass passed out mid battle. Had to carry you all the way to Recovery Girl.” he replied harshly, turning in his seat and crossing his arms, refusing to make eye contact with the younger boy.

“And why are you still here? I assume I was asleep for well over 30 minutes now.”

“Curious bastard, are you? I’m fucking tired, had enough of those rowdy idiots.” 

He explained, closing his eyes and leaning against the backrest of the chair, considering the conversation was over.

“Thank you, Bakugou.” was the last thing the blond heard in the quiet of the nurse cabinet before he fell asleep.

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Bakugou’s idiot classmates decided that is was essential for them to organize a Halloween party.

And obviously, they had to force Katsuki to join them, Racoon Eyes throwing a set of fake wolf ears on his head before scurrying away, joining Dunce Face and Shitty Hair in the kitchen where they were preparing an overly sweet dubious looking drink for everyone.

He spotted Todoroki sitting with Midoriya and Uraraka on one of the couches in the common room, the boy in question spacing out and not really paying attention to what the others were saying.

He caught his eyes for a few seconds, seeing a small smile grace his lips as he took notice of Bakugou’s presence, before going back to pretending to listen to whatever Iida was going on about.

Katsuki was doing his best to avoid all the games his so-called friends wanted to rope him into, snarling at them to ‘scram before I make you look like a real zombie for Halloween’, his gaze continuing to drift towards Todoroki.

It’s been difficult these days to stay away from him, an invisible force drawing him near the taller boy every time they were in the same room, at first Bakugou mistaking it with the urge to mess with him, to make fun of him. Turns out the blond only wanted Todoroki’s attention on him, not on some other extra, and especially not on shitty Deku.

“Hey, Bakubro! Come join us, we’re playing this super fun game-“

Bakugou heard Kirishima’s loud voice call out to him, turning his head with a glare towards the redhead, making him still in place with an amused look on his face.

“I don’t want to.” he simply said, trying to not violate his vocal cords this late in the evening. He was not in the mood for a sore throat tomorrow morning.

“Midoriya and his friends are playing too, you sure you don’t wanna come?”

Kirishima pressed on, shooting a smirk in Bakugou’s direction, the redhead being the only one to know about his hopeless crush on Todoroki. With a grunt, Katsuki shook his head one last time, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sighing, Kirishima returned to the others, informing them that Bakugou was being grumpy again and refused to play with them.

Katsuki was contemplating going back up to his room and ditching everyone, when a flash of white and red caught his eyes. Squinting his eyes, he saw Todoroki heading outside alone, wondering what happened to ‘Midroiya and his friends joining’.

Maybe these extras were becoming too much for Todoroki as well. Scanning the room to make sure no one was going to scold him for leaving early, Bakugou got up from the couch and made a beeline for the door, the chilly night breeze hitting him square in the face.

He saw Todoroki sitting down on the stairs, a cup of the horrendous concoction brewed by the two idiots in his right hand, the other one holding up his chin as he stared into nothingness. Very charming indeed.

“What are you doing outside, candy cane? Not having fun at the party?”

Bakugou questioned, plopping down beside him, trying not to seem too interested in to why the younger boy chose to abandon his friends and hang out by himself on these damned cold stairs.

“Parties are not something I excel in. I had to get a break from socializing.”

Todoroki explained bashfully, turning away and hiding his face behind his now growing hair, as if he was shy to admitting something like this to Bakugou.

“They get too damn loud sometimes.” Katsuki agreed, leaning back on his hands and looking up at the starry sky.

“That’s ironic coming from you. Never thought you got tired of loud noises.” he bit back with a chuckle, looking at Bakugou with a smile growing on his face.

“My ears suffer too, idiot. If you want me to be loud I can be loud, but I’d rather not. Had enough of those dumbasses already.”

“That’s good to know. I like you more when you’re quiet.”

Todoroki stated, his lips quirking into a small smile, bringing his left hand on the stairs, dangerously close to Katsuki’s one.

Bakugou wanted to comment back, he had the perfect remark, but he figured that maybe staying silent wasn’t the worst choice.

At some point Midoriya came to look for them, calling the two boys back inside for a horror movie they were currently setting up, Bakugou refusing immediately, Todoroki taking a look at the blond boy next to him, telling his friend that he wasn’t that interested in those genres of movies.

Deku gave him a confused look before going back inside, assuring them that they were welcome to join the others.

“You can go and watch the movie with the others, I know you like horror movies.”

Todoroki told him a few beats later, surprising Bakugou with the statement. How did halfie know what movies he likes?

Katsuki just shrugged and got up, Todoroki thinking the boy was going to leave him alone on the stairs, when he heard the blond’s voice calling him over to sit on the bench, claiming that the stone stairs were too cold.

With a smile, Shouto followed him, and if he sat down closer than before, neither boy said anything.

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It was well over a year after their graduation, everyone from class 1A pursuing their common dream of becoming an incredible hero. Bakugou was currently handing the villain he just obliterated in a successful fight alongside Todoroki and some other interns who were working under them.

As usual, reporters and journalists were flooding in, bombarding the two pro-heroes with various questions, some of them not even related to the battle.

Todoroki wasn’t one to particularly like interviews, uncomfortable by the large amount of cameras getting shoved in his face and too personal questions being thrown at him, most of them about his father and how similar he was with pro-hero Endeavour.

Shouto didn’t want to go on live TV just to please others by talking about his father, so he declined interviews often, sticking to giving reports to the police before returning to the agency.

Bakugou, on the other hand, liked to boast about how exceptional he was during the fight and how quickly he was going to surpass the other heroes and become number one.

But he also shot down questions about anything that was not related to the current battle and especially the ones about Endeavor, knowing how much it annoyed Todoroki when those reporters would bring up the hero’s name in the middle of an interview.

“Oi shithead, you’re interviewing pro-hero Shouto, not that flaming asshole. Ask questions about him or fuck off, we don’t have all day.”

He would snarl at the cameras, making it clear to everyone there that he did not give two shits about who Endeavor was.

This time Todoroki didn’t stay behind for an interview, bidding goodbye to the interns and telling Bakugou he was going back to his apartment, having finished his shift an hour ago.

As Katsuki’s eyes watched Todoroki’s frame disappear after one of the buildings, he pushed past one of the journalists, stating that the ‘interview’s over, fuckers’, he jogged after the dual hero, cursing himself for being so weak.

Invisible strings were tugging at his heart and feet, guiding him wherever Todoroki was going, fate making sure they weren’t separated for too long.

He came to a halt when he saw him crouched down on the pavement, hand petting the head of a stray cat, expression sullen but masked by the fondness in his eyes as he watched the little feline curl around his warm side.

Bakugou knew Todoroki wasn’t that proud of his choice of avoiding interviews, but who needed those idiot reporters when they were already an amazing hero.

“Making new friends?” Bakugou asked with a laugh, approaching Todoroki’s form, the cat wearily watching Katsuki get closer.

“Don’t glare at me, furball, I ain’t doing anything to you.” he told the cat, earning a chuckle from the man next to him.

“What are you doing here? You are already done with the interview?” the heterochromatic male asked him instead of replyin, hand never leaving the cat’s little round head, eyes coming to look up at Bakugou.

“Got bored. They kept on asking stupid questions.” he tried to make himself sound convincing, but Todoroki saw right through him, like he always did.

“You should go back, don’t want pro-hero Dynamight to have a bad reputation.”

“I don’t give a fuck about that. Get up, we’re going to eat something. I’m starving.”

The blond changed the topic, foot lightly shoving at Todoroki’s boot, motioning to follow him. The taller man gazed down at the cat, then back at Bakugou, having that look in his eyes, and fuck his life he wanted to feed the cat.

“Ok fine, we’ll bring some food for her as well. Happy now?” he said faking annoyance, but a fond smile found its way on his lips.

“Very.”

Todoroki said proudly, waving at the cat and promising he’ll come back, giggling when the feline followed them all the way to the restaurant.

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Bakugou was dragged against his will to the Summer festival in their local city, the idiot brigade and the nerd squad having organized this outing months ago, insisting they had to catch up with one another and also enjoy the many activities at the festival.

Katsuki was thinking of staying at home and telling them to fuck off, but then Mina slipped and said that Todoroki was going to be there, so, naturally, Bakugou changed his mind and agreed to come.

He regrets instantly. He almost forgot how loud those idiots were, but they were his friends so he couldn’t say that he wasn’t having fun at all.

They played some games, Kaminari whining about not winning any of them, Jirou swatting him over the head to quiet him down before dragging him over to a cotton candy stand.

Mina kept on asking them to join the other locals into dancing to the traditional music that was playing, the only ones agreeing being Uraraka and Kirishima, the redhead saying something along the lines of ‘tradition dancing is manly, Bakubro! You have no idea what you’re missing out on.’ Bakugou replying with a bored ‘I can only imagine’ and a roll of his eyes.

Todoroki seemed to enjoy himself, even making a few of his weird jokes that no one but Bakugou understood, who cracked a laugh, Kirishima and Deku giving him a polite laugh.

Todoroki knew his sense of humor wasn’t always well-received, but appreciated that at least Bakugou was laughing at them.

Or he could just laugh at how stupid Todoroki was, when it comes to Bakugou it was more likely the latter.

“So, what should we do now?”

Mina asked as they tried not to lose each other in the sea of people, Iida insisting on all of them holding hands, to which Bakugou strongly disagreed.

They all started talking over each other, the girls going over all the places they could visit and every attraction that was there at the festival, when they heard Todoroki clear his throat.

“I was thinking we could light up some lanterns. I saw a stall not too far from here and-“ of course the idiots had to interrupt him.

“Hey dudes! I saw some food stalls! Let’s go I’m sooo hungry!” they heard Kaminari wail, Sero joining in on the whining before they both dashed in the direction of the food stalls.

At the mention of food the others’ eyes lit up, all of them scrambling to catch up with the others, Mina and Uraraka gushing about trying the different mochi flavors they had at the festival.

“Aren’t you two coming?”

Deku stopped to ask Bakugou and Todoroki, noticing that the two made no move to get up from the bench they were currently sitting on.

Todoroki was hesitant but made to get up, a dull expression on his beautiful face, and Bakugou replied before he could get up and follow Deku.

“Nah, you go ahead. I wanna check out something and halfie’s coming with me.” he said, getting up, earning confused reactions from the other two heroes. Midoriya only smiled, skipping ahead.

“Where are we going, Bakugou? You don’t want to go eat with the others?” asked Todoroki as he let himself get dragged through the crown by the blond man.

“You’ll see.” was the only explanation he received.

Bakugou had enough of the others neglecting what Todoroki wanted to do, so he took it upon himself to find the lanterns stall and buy one so the other could light it up and launch it in the sky.

He was also very aware of the fact that Todoroki grabbed his hand properly, before it was just Bakugou gripping his wrist, the other sliding his palm into his, fingers loosely intertwined. Where were the damned lanterns?

“Slow down, Bakugou. There’s no rush.” he heard Todoroki’s voice behind him as Katsuki was trying to guide them through the crowd of people.

He turned to look at him, red eyes catching grey-blue ones watching him, a lazy smile spread on Todoroki’s face and, maybe, they didn’t have to hurry nowhere.

They could take their time and find the lanterns before going near the lake and set it off together. Shaking his head, Bakugou tugged Todoroki forward one last time before he set on walking at a slower pace, Todoroki beside him.

“Is it a secret or are you going to tell me why you kidnapped me and dragged me away from the rest of our friends?” Todoroki asked again, amusement visible in his tone.

“We’re here actually.” the blond stated, the hand intertwined with Todoroki’s lifting to show the stall in front of them.

And the smile that spread across his face was priceless. Katsuki felt himself frozen to the spot, heart soaring at the sight, a similar smile dancing on his lips.

He was in fucking love with Todoroki Shouto and the idiot had no idea. Feeling a squeeze on his hand, he heard Todoroki trying to come up with something to say, anything.

“Wha-how why? Why did you bring us here?”

Shouto was baffled and very confused. He didn’t think Bakugou listened to what he said before Sero and Kaminari interrupted him.

“You said you wanted to light up a lantern, right? Go ahead, pick one.”

He said, hand motioning to the array of colorful paper set out. Todoroki had more questions, but when he saw the soft look on Bakugou’s face and not the usual frown he was so used to, he found himself unable to utter another words, eyes scanning over the display.

He ended up picking a blue one with a cat face on it ‘of course you had to pick a cat themed one’ and they headed to the river, hands still clasped together.

Except for a few children running around, the river side was rather empty, Todoroki finding a place under a tree for them to open the lantern and light it up.

“We didn’t buy a lighter.” Todoroki said with a surprisingly sad voice, looking at Bakugou as if the blond was going to grow a lighter out of his head.

“You have a fire quirk, idiot.”

“Oh.”

They eventually managed to light the lantern, Todoroki convincing Bakugou to hold onto it as they launched it into the sky, saying it was tradition to do it with someone close to you, and because they were the only ones there, their friends probably passed out from all the festival food they consumed.

The two stared at the sky, watching the lantern fly further away from them.

“You can talk, you know.” he heard Todoroki say, head turning to lift an eyebrow at the dual haired man, urging him to elaborate.

“I know I said that I liked you better when you are quiet, but you don’t have to try that hard. I already like you too much as it is.”

He admitted in a soft voice, pretty heterochromatic eyes gazing at Bakugou. The blond opened his mouth in surprise, eyebrows scrunching in confusion, feeling his heart thrum in his chest.

“Is that so?” Katsuki teased, legs taking him closer to Todoroki, one hand coming to rest on his waist. The taller man blushed, eyes widening but never breaking contact.

“I’m not saying it again, your head is big enough.”

he countered back, a chuckle escaping his pretty pink lips, cold and warm palms coming to rest on Bakugou’s chest.

“Are you going to kiss me or are my lips too big?”

Katsuki questioned playfully, free hand coming to cup Shouto’s cheek, tilting his head towards him.

Todoroki didn’t reply, instead leaning in and connecting their lips, kissing Bakugou with all the emotion that swirled in his heart, with all the adoration he felt for him.

He kissed him like he had wanted to do years before.

He kissed him like they weren’t in the middle of the Summer festival, kids and adults sparing them curious glances, like they were the only ones there.

Like they were the only ones that mattered.

And for Bakugou, Shouto was the only one he had his eyes on, as he drew back from the kiss, smiling widely at the man in his arms before kissing him again.

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Bakugou was at a party organized by his hero agency to celebrate pro-hero Dynamight for reaching 1^st place in the hero ranks.

The event was held at some fancy restaurant, an endless number of heroes attending the party. Katsuki was beyond delighted with his achievement, even if he knew from the start that he was going to become number 1 at some point. It wasn’t easy, obviously, shitty nerd and Shouto giving him a run for his money, but he made it, and he was now the best.

Katsuki was approached by many pro-heroes, some of whom he never heard of, but excited to talk to them, it never hurt to hear the input of other heroes who admired their job as much as Bakugou did.

He lost sight of Shouto a few minutes ago, the young man saying he needed a breather, and headed down the hallway. Bakugou kept shifting his gaze between the hero he was currently talking with and the door, hoping Shouto was going to come back in soon.

He saw Deku enter, the shorter boy holding someone by the arm and dragging them inside.

Turns out it was Todoroki, the taller man seeming reluctant at joining the green haired boy into the ballroom, where the main event was being held, Katsuki recognizing the uncomfortable mood his boyfriend was in.

That felt really good to say. The boyfriend part.

Coming up with an excuse, he left the pro-hero near the dessert table, heading to where Deku and Shouto were fighting over the door.

“Move, Deku. You’re gonna break the damn door.”

The shorter boy shoot him a frown, chastising Bakugou for being so rude at a party held specially for him. The blond flipped him off before leaving the ballroom, grabbing Shouto’s hand and leading them outside.

“You’re kidnapping me again.” he stated simply, fingers intertwining with Bakugou’s. “We can’t leave, this is your party.”

“Do I look like I give a fuck about entertaining those plebs?”

“Did you just call the other pro-heroes plebs?” Todoroki asked with a shocked but amused gasp, laugh bouncing off the lobby walls.

“Those buffoons can entertain themselves, I already achieved what I wanted. I got bored anyway, let’s ditch these fools.”

Katsuki suggested, body moving to head to the parking lot.

“Are you sure you want to leave? We can stay for a bit.” Todoroki asked again, walking in front of his boyfriend to stop him from walking ahead.

“Yes, I’m sure. So if you, my prince, would move out of the way so we can head to the royal vehicle, we can go back to my place.”

Bakugou answered with a smirk, leaning forward to steal a kiss from Shouto. The younger smiled, a pink dusting covering his cheeks.

“Does that make you my princess?”

“Shut up, your highness.”

They climbed in Bakugou’s car, the blond revving up the engine and drove out of the parking lot and onto the road, hand reaching out to grasp Shouto’s across the console.

Todoroki’s phone rang in his pocket, the dual hero retrieving it from his dress pants and answering without checking who was calling.

“SHOUTO! Where have you and Bakugou ran off to? The heroes are looking for you?”

Shouto winced at his father’s screaming, distancing the phone from his poor ears. He looked at Bakugou who was smirking at him, before putting himself on speaker and answering his father’s question.

“We ditched the party.” and with that he hung up, a boisterous laugh erupting out of him, tears prickling at his eyes.

Katsuki stopped the car at a red light, shifting to stare at his boyfriend, a fond smile tugging at his lips, hand squeezing Shouto’s. They had to get home right now or Bakugou was going to explode.

15 minutes later they pulled up to Bakugou’s place, a medium sized apartment near his hero agency.

He opened the door for Todoroki, bowing jokingly as the younger got out of the car, earning another beautiful laugh. They went inside, taking off their blazers and shoes, Bakugou offering to cook soba, knowing Shouto only ate the sweets displayed at the event.

“Wait, I meant to ask, why did we leave?” Todoroki said, looking unsure of himself, hands fiddling with his shirt.

“Cause I don’t care about some stupid party where everyone pretends to like each other just to boost up their agency’s profits or some shit.”

“But it was for you and-“ Katsuki silenced Shouto with a finger to his lips, his hands moving to circle his waist.

“I don’t care about the party. The only one that matters to me is you. Do you understand?” he said slowly, eyes never leaving Shouto’s, sincere words hitting the taller man right through his chest, warming his heart, feeling his legs wobbling under him.

Shouto nodded and put his hands on Katsuki’s shoulder, this time stealing the kiss back, laughing when he felt the blond lift him up into his arms.

And like that, Bakugou realized that celebrating at home with his boyfriend was better than spending his night at some expensive hero party.

Chapter Text

Todoroki and Bakugou were getting ready for their date at the cat-café Shouto has been begging his boyfriend to take him to.

The blond was putting off this outing for a few weeks now because it took 40 minutes to walk to the café.

They finally had a free day from homework and extra training, Shouto coming in and tackling Katsuki to the floor, whining about wanting to go to the cat-café. So that’s what they were going to do.

“Hurry up, Katsuki! The cats won’t wait for us.” he heard his boyfriend’s soft voice from outside his door.

“They’re not going anywhere, halfie.”

Replied Katsuki as he exited his dorm, jacket slung on his shoulders. “D’you think it’ll rain?” he asked, holding up his black umbrella.

Todoroki sighed exasperated, taking the umbrella and throwing it onto the bed, grabbing Katsuki’s hand and pulling him in the direction of the elevators.

It took more than 40 minutes to get there, Shouto insisting that they should enjoy this walk together, having been more than 2 weeks since their last date outside of the UA campus, walking slower than usual.

Bakugou couldn’t stay mad at him for more than 5 seconds, strolling down the pavement, letting Shouto swing their intertwined hands together between them, a bright smile on his face.

Katsuki loved looking at his boyfriend’s face. He found it mesmerizing how Shouto expressed emotions, the little quirk of his soft lips after Katsuki kissed him first thing in the morning in the elevator as they headed to class; the small crinkle at the corner of his eyes when Katsuki would agree to braiding his hair; the scrunch of his nose when he judged Katsuki’s choice of spices that he put in his food; the pink dusting on his cheeks when he would get embarrassed at Katsuki’s teasing.

As subtle as these reactions were, Bakugou was glad he was the only one to pick up on them.

“We’re here, Katsu!” Shouto’s excited voice brought him back from his daydreaming, eyes gazing up at the bright pink sign with a cartoon of a cat on it.

Todoroki hurried inside, eyes widening at the cozy interior of the café, the various cat themed decorations and paintings on the wall. At the far left of the café there was the cat corner, pillows and cat beds strewn around, fluffy and colorful toys on the ground and under the tables, and then the cats.

There were cats everywhere. Shouto was in heaven. He turned to look at Katsuki, eyes wide and hands on his chest.

“They’re so cute.” he whispered, voice so soft and Katsuki felt himself melt at the sight, taking Todoroki’s hand in his and sitting down at a table, a small calico kitten rounding one of the chairs.

Shouto watched in awe as the cat rubbed its little head against his left leg, feeling the vibrations of the cat’s purring, smile reaching his eyes.

He hesitantly lowered a hand to let the cat smell and inspect it, before he felt the soft fur on the back of his palm, the kitten pushing herself forward, requesting head pats.

Shouto giggled and scratched under it chin, pointing to Katsuki at the cat’s swishing tail, knowing the kitten was enjoying the attention she received from the dual boy.

“Can you order for me, as well?”

Bakugou nodded as he picked up the menu, eyes lingering on his boyfriend motioning with his hand for another fluffy cat. Bakugou ordered a ‘Catpuccino’ for himself and a Strawberries and Cream milkshake for Shouto, knowing he would pick the sweetest thing on the menu.

He also let the cheery waitress talk him into ordering shortbread cookies shaped into cat paws, smirking at the way Shouto turned his head in the direction of the waitress when he heard her mention the dessert.

“You’re so pretty, yeah, you’re the prettiest. Mhm. Wow your fur is so soft, it’s like a cloud. Katsu, touch this cat, it’s so soft.” 

Shouto was having the time of his life, he was constantly picking up and putting down different cats, rubbing their fluffy bellies, scratching them behind their ears, he even got a lick on the cheeks from one small white kitten.

For the past 30 minutes Bakugou has been staring at the boy in front of him cuddle almost all the cats in the café, occasionally sipping from his hot beverage, noting absentmindedly that the taste wasn’t that bad.

Katsuki contemplates coming back, anticipating Shouto’s answer about revisiting the cat café.

“No, sorry, baby. I can’t give some of my drink. Get down from there, hey!”

Katsuki laughed at his boyfriend’s futile attempt at keeping the cat from climbing on the small round table and licking the whipped cream from the tall glass in front of Shouto.

“I guess you can have a small taste, but don’t tell Katsuki, ok angel?” he whispered to the now black cat in his lap, taking a dollop of whipped cream on his finger and letting the cat lick his finger.

“What are you doing, you goon?”

Shouto got startled by Katsuki’s voice, finger jolting away from the cat’s scratchy tongue, the feline hopping down from his lap.

Todoroki raised his head, looking at Katsuki as if he betrayed him, hands outstretched in the direction of the now nonexistent cat in his lap.

“You scared her away.” he said with a pout, lips pursing to drink from the metal straw, closing his eyes and enjoying the sweet aroma of the milkshake.

“It’s not like there are other 13 cats that’ll jump in your lap any second now.”

As soon as he said that, a brownish colored cat approached Bakugou’s chair, softly meowing at him and raising herself onto her back paws, front paws kneading at the blond’s jeans.

Katsuki froze at the contact, the cat being the first one to get close to him since they entered the café. He shared a look with his boyfriend who tilted his head in the direction of the cat ‘pick her up, baby’, before his arms reached down at picked the cat up, hands holding her gently, feeling the soft fur between his fingers.

The cat watched him intently, large mismatched eyes boring into Katsuki’s ones. The cat looked like Shouto.

“Oi!” Bakugou called across the table, twisting the cat to face his boyfriend. Shouto gasped, eyes crinkling in delight, teeth on display, and Katsuki felt like he was drowning.

His boyfriend was so beautiful when he smiled like that, easy and carefree. Like he was used to doing this so often. And Bakugou would make sure that for as long as he’ll be by Shouto’s side –which will hopefully be forever- he’ll make sure that he will smile like that all the time.

“She looks like me! You’re so adorable aah. I love cats so much.”

It’s been a while since he heard Shouto express his feelings that openly, and it warmed Bakugou’s heart. He will definitely bring him here again. There’s no doubt in it.

“Wait Katsu, stay still for a bit.”

He narrowed his eyes at Shouto, seeing him retrieve his phone from his jacket pocket, opening the camera app. “Hold her properly, I want to take a photo.” he instructed, the blond holding the cat close to him, a hand on her soft belly and the other one petting her head.

“Could you not glare at the camera?”

Todoroki asked playfully, gazing away from the screen to shoot Katsuki a smile.

“Come on, for me, Katsu. I wanna see that cute face!” he sing-songed in an overly dramatic voice, snapping the photo when Katsuki started laughing at the memory.

Todoroki continued to hold the phone in his hands, eyes staring at the picture on the screen, eyes softening at the sight of his boyfriend’s beautiful face.

“What’s wrong, shortcake? Got stuck?” Katsuki joked, placing the cat in his lap and continuing to pet her.

“I just love seeing you smile, that’s all. I’m setting this as my background.”

He stated, eyes gazing lovingly at the blond, putting his phone away and turning his hand on the table, palm facing the ceiling.

“You’re embarrassing.” Katsuki lifted his hand to take Shouto’s into his own.

They enjoyed their drinks, Shouto going the extra mile to take a photo of the cat shaped cookies, sending it to the class group chat, leaving their classmates’ questions about where he was unanswered.

“It’s getting late, and Aizawa’s gonna go off on us again if we come back after curfew.”

Katsuki said, hating to burst Todoroki’s bubble, seeing his face fall at the mention of returning to the dorms.

“Do we have to? Can’t we just stay here?” Shouto asked with a hint of hope in his voice, big pleading eyes directed to his boyfriend.

“We’ll come back.” the blond reassured him, getting up and paying the bill, coming back and taking Shouto’s jacket from the backrest of the chair, helping him with it.

“You promise?” he heard Todoroki’s deep tone of his voice question, turning his head to lock eyes with Bakugou as he eased his hands into the sleeves of the jacket.

“Yeah yeah, I promise.” Bakugou replied with an amused huff, sneaking a small kiss on the back of Shouto’s neck.

Before they left the café, Katsuki told his boyfriend to say goodbye to one of the cats to ‘not hear your damn whining when we get to the dorms’, as an excuse for the blond to take a picture of Shouto with the cat.

When the dual haired boy caught the flashing of the phone, he brought the cat closer to him, squishing his cheek near hers, smiling towards Katsuki, telling him to take another picture. Katsuki set it as his lock screen.

They walked back to the dorms, Bakugou feeling light droplets of water hit his nose and forehead, gasping in disbelief, glaring at the sky then back to his boyfriend, who flashed him a guilty smile.

“This is all your fault, dumbass.”

He accused, smacking Shouto’s forehead. The taller boy threw him a fake glare, letting go of his hand and dashing off, not before yelling at Bakugou ‘Race you to the dorms!’ and he was off, sliding on his ice in front of the blond.

“Don’t think you’re smart, halfie bastard!” Bakugou growled and blasted himself forward.

They raced the rest of the way back like that, passing each other and laughing as the rain poured on them and soaked their clothes to the bone.

But Katsuki couldn’t care about that, when he saw how much fun Shouto was having, following him through water droplets and the harsh cold autumn wind. Bakugou was almost at the gates of the dorms, glancing back to throw a snarky smirk at Shouto, pride swelling in his chest as he saw the dual haired boy pant behind him, halting the ice coming from his right hand.

“Katsu, wait!” he called after the blond, hand resting on his knees, harsh breaths escaping his lips.

Bakugou stopped in his tracks, turning to run up to Shouto, thinking he might have overused his quirk. Aizawa did put them through hell in today’s training.

“What’s wrong, candy cane? Tired already?” he asked, putting a hand on his back, coaxing the boy to face him.

Shouto looked up with a smirk, Bakugou’s concerning expression faltering before he was brought into a bruising kiss, cold and warm hands tugging him closer.

Katsuki quickly reciprocated the kiss, his own hands reaching up to cup Shouto’s cheeks, red and wet from all the running through the rain. He could feel his own hair damp on his forehead, droplets of water running down his face, to his jaw and under his shirt, but he couldn’t care about that.

Not when Shouto was kissing him like that, holding him close to him, the warmth of his quirk enveloping Katsuki into a loving embrace, making his heart thrum in his chest. He felt the other pull back, Bakugou’s puffy lips chasing Shouto’s for another sweet kiss, when red eyes opened to lock onto heterochromatic ones, filled with mirth. Oh no.

“See you at the dorms, loser.”

Was all Shouto said before he dashed off, icing the pavement and sliding on it, passing the dorm gates and hurrying inside, his loud laughter the last thing the blond boy heard before he was left alone, frozen on the spot, cheeks heated up from the kiss.

With the heavy rain pouring down on him, Katsuki’s smile never left his lips.

Chapter Text

Todoroki power walked down the hallway, face looking as calm as it usually did, but the hunch of his shoulder and the clench of his fists said otherwise.

A few students yelped as they got out of the way, not wanting to do anything that could annoy “Endeavor’s son”. The dual haired boy finally found what he was looking for, hand coming to rest on Bakugou’s shoulder, causing the blond boy to explode at him, glare set dead on Todoroki’s heterochromatic eyes, palms sparkling.

“Bakugou.”

“What the hell do you want, halfie bastard?” he demanded, shrugging the other’s hand off.

“I need your help.” Todoroki said, monotonous expression on his face, the only thing giving away his despair was the way his hands hovered in midair, finger fidgeting, and the small tap of his foot on the tiled floor of the school hallway.

“The fuck? With what? I ain’t helping you!”

“There’s this girl that won’t stop following me…” he went on to explain, eyes scanning the hallways as if she was about to pop out from anywhere at any moment now.

“You want me to beat up that pretty face of yours so girls won’t follow you everywhere you go?”

Bakugou offered, fist connecting with his own palm, feeling himself getting fired up.

“No, I need you to hide me.”

“To what-“ it was too late, Bakugou didn’t have time to finish his question as an obnoxiously loud girl came dashing down the hallway, heading in their directio

“TODOROKI-KUN! WAIT FOR ME, I WROTE YOU A LETTER!” they heard a screech approaching, both boys looking each other in panic.

“Hide me, Bakugou, please. She’s afraid of you and she’ll leave if she doesn’t find me I-“

“Oi, quit your whining!"

Bakugou cut him off as he eyed a closet at the end of the hallway, grabbing Todoroki by the back of his jacket and running towards the door, throwing Todoroki inside then going inside with him, closing the door behind them.

Turns out it was a very small closet, Bakugou having to shift his leg in between Todoroki’s thighs, one hand propping him up on the wall behind Shouto’s back. The taller boy was watching him, a curious look on his face, chest heaving slightly.

Bakugou wanted to explode his face and get out of the closet, but they heard the girl outside of the closet, screaming Todoroki’s name, looking for him.

It would be weird if Bakugou came out of the closet and run into that fanatic extra, so he resorted to staying inside, at least until she would get bored and go back to her classroom.

“I said hide me, you didn’t have to come in after me.”

Todoroki said, as if he was annoyed at the close proximity Bakugou’s body was, but the tone was neutral, the blond being unable to figure out if the other was pissed or relieved at what he did.

“Shut up or she’ll hear us.” he hissed, moving backwards for a bit, so he wasn’t all up in Todoroki’s face.

With the way the dual haired boy was sitting, so close to Bakugou, thighs around his own leg, one hand on the shelf behind him, the other stilling Bakugou’s movements, was not doing anything to ease Bakugou’s very gay ass.

Yes he had a crush on the pretty faced dumbass, who didn’t?

At this point, Bakugou was just one of the other hundreds of teens fawning over the ‘charming’ and powerful ice and fire user. Only Bakugou was aware of how much of an idiot this prince charming of theirs was. He still wanted to kiss him though.

“TODOROKI-KUN!!! YOU DON’T HAVE TO HIDE FROM ME!! I JUST WANT TO TALK TO YOU!” she kept on yelling, voice very close to the closet door.

Todoroki locked eyes with an equally distressed looking Bakugou, his hand unconsciously reaching to ice the lock of the door, before tugging the blond closer to him. Bakugou stumbled forward, chest colliding with Todoroki’s, hand coming to rest on his shoulder.

“Stop moving, asshole.” he grumbled, face getting redder by the second.

“Why did you even have to hide from her, huh? Dunce Face would kill to have girls fawning over him like you do.”

“I don’t think Kaminari is gay though.”

Todoroki replied, eyes looking down on Bakugou. The blond felt dizzy when he heard Todoroki admit to being gay. Closing his eyes he started grumbling, palm crackling, the smoke clouding the small closet.

“Shh, she is close.” Todoroki whispered, his deep voice hitting Bakugou’s ear and making his knees buckle under him and accidentally rub himself onto Todoroki’s leg.

“Bakugou, stop trashing around.” he heard the taller boy say with a strained voice, feeling the hand on his waist going colder than it was before, steam rising from Todoroki’s left side.

“I’m going to explode this damn closet if you don’t shut the fuck up, icyhot.” Bakugou threatened, barring his teeth at Todoroki, his hand on the wall in front of him lowering closer to the other’s face.

“Aizawa is going to give us detention if you damage the school property.”

“I’m going to damage your face, dumbass.”

“TODOROKI-KUN? IS THAT YOU? ARE YOU STUCK IN THE CLOSET? I’LL GO GET A TEACHER TO GET YOU OUT OF THERE!” the girl outside screamed, hand banging on the door.

“What the fuck is her problem, oh my fucking God.”

Bakugou exclaimed exasperated, letting his forehead fall onto Todoroki’s chest, immediately regretting his action when he felt the material of his uniform graze his heated skin.

“We might have to get out of here if that’s the case.”

Todoroki concluded, outstretching his left hand to melt the ice, Bakugou already missing the contact on his waist.

“What the absolute hell are you doing, halfie?” he screamed, not really knowing why he was scolding Todoroki for wanting to get them out of here.

“You don’t want to have to explain to some teacher why we were alone in a closet, don’t you?”

His voice was still dull as hell, even if the comment was bordering to teasing the blond, Katsuki feeling a shiver run down his spine at the implication of him and Todoroki hiding inside a closet with a different purpose in mind.

“You better hurry the fuck up if you don’t want the other idiots to see us.”

Bakugou said and harshly opened the door, grabbing Todoroki’s wrist and tugging him out after him. As they rounded the corner they bumped into Kaminari and Jirou, the two coming from the cafeteria.

“Hey, Kacchan! Why are you in a rush? Is there free pudding at the cafeteria again? Oh man, I think I missed it today as well!”

Kaminari startled babbling, missing the fact that Bakugou was almost holding hands with Todoroki.

“Kaminari, I think Bakugou and Todoroki have to get somewhere. Why don’t you talk to them after?”

Jirou said, dragging the electric blond from the way, throwing a knowing look to Bakugou, who only flipped her off before they dashed towards the fire exit.

“Where are we going?” he heard Todoroki ask behind him.

“To the roof, that bitch better not teleport there or I’ll blast off her face.” he responded in a ruff voice, hand pushing open the roof that led to the roof of the UA building.

“I know now why girls are afraid of you, Bakugou. Or everyone else for that matter.” Todoroki joked, with the tiniest hint of a smile in his voice.

“Yet you still came to me for help, stupid halfie.” Bakugou commented back, sitting on the ground, back resting against a wall.

“I’m not afraid of you.” he said with a shrug, sitting down next to the blond. Sighing and muttering a low ‘dumbass’, Bakugou turned to look at him, eyes narrowing.

“You owe me for this one, icyhot.”

“I knew you were going to say that. But fine, anything you want, I have my father’s credit card.” 

Bakugou’s eyes widened, surprised by how easily Todoroki accepted, thinking the dual boy would have put up more of a fight. He balanced his choices, thinking that it would be easier to just ask Todoroki to pay for his lunch for the next month, or have him do something embarrassing.

That was what Todoroki expected to be asked to do. That’s what Bakugou should have asked him to do. But instead

“Take me on a date.” instant regret.

“Excuse me?” Todoroki must have gone deaf.

“A date you stupid candy cane! Take me on a date.” Bakugou clarified, shoulde bumping into Todoroki’s.

“Alright.” the dual haired boy agreed, a pleased smile on his face.

“Really?”

“Yes. I said anything. I’ll take you on a date.”

He shifted to his left to look at Bakugou, noting the furious blush on his cheeks, red eyes avoiding his. Todoroki placed one hand on the blond’s thigh, leaning closer to him, the contact making Bakugou turn his head to lock eyes with Todoroki.

He let out a low growl, averting his gaze in a shy manner, cursing Todoroki and his pretty face.

“TODOROKI-KUN ARE YOU HERE?” they heard a loud voice and an even louder thud as the door slammed open, revealing the girl that followed Todoroki for the past 10 minutes.

“You better hope your legs function cause we’re not done running.”

Bakugou said, getting up and scanning the roof for another way out.

“Of course, I can’t lose to you.” Todoroki replied, standing up and following Bakugou to the emergency stairs.

The boys looked back one last time, seeing the desperate girl running after them, holding what they assumed was the letter she wanted to give to Todoroki, before they jumped off the roof and onto the fire exit stairs.

“You also owe me a kiss, icyhot.” he reminded him, feet trudging down the stairs, throwing a smirk at the dual haired boy.

“Of course. You might have to remind me in case I forget.” Todoroki agreed with a chuckle.

“I’ll hold you to that, halfie.”

Chapter Text

If you were to ask Sero what he was currently witnessing, he wouldn’t know what to tell you.

He was never one to sneak up on people or eavesdrop on someone’s conversation, always minding his own business. It just happened one day when he was in the library, looking for some sort of literature book they needed in class, when he saw in the corner of his eye, two of his classmates.

More specifically, Todoroki and Bakugou.

“What are those two doing here and not shouting at one another?”

Sero murmured to himself, eyes roaming around the bookshelf in front of him, considering giving up on searching for the book. He would just ask Mina later about it.

The black haired boy scanned the shelves one last time, in hope that the novel would call his name, hit him on the head or something.

With a sigh, he headed to the chair where he left his backpack, deciding to pack up and return to the dorms. 

His classmates were situated at the far table in the corner, Bakugou having moved the chair from its spot to sit closer to Todoroki’ the boys looking down at a book, which, on further inspection, was the book they needed for class. Sero’s eyes lit up at this, thinking that he could just borrow it from them.

Zipping up his bag, Sero walked in the direction of the table, bright smile on his face. He never knew Bakugou and Todoroki could be civil with each other, actually, Todoroki was civil enough, Bakugou was usually the one to start a fight or an argument.

He knows they’re in the library, but this never stopped the blond boy from yelling at his classmates or other students if they so much breathed the wrong way in his direction.

So, to see him sit so calm at a table, in such close proximity with Todoroki of all people, made Sero double take the decision to actually go and talk to them. What if that’s all that it took to tick Bakugou off and make him explode the table? Or Sero’s face.

The dark haired boy stopped in the middle of the library, thinking over his options. He could leave and ask some other classmate for the book, or he could ask the two of the top students in his class for it, risking his well-being in the meantime.

‘Come on, Sero, you can do it!’ he talked himself up, wiggling his fingers to ease the tension, stepping forward, just to have himself stumble backwards at what was unfolding before his very eyes.

If Bakugou sitting close to Todoroki was weird, the sight of Todoroki’s hand clasped over the blond’s one on the table was what took Sero out. He couldn’t believe this.

Trying to muffle his scream behind his hands, struggling to get his feet to work, legs leading him to the exit. He received a few stares from other students that were in the library as well, Sero paying them no attention as images of Todoroki idly playing with Bakugou’s fingers and caressing the back of his hand flashed before his eyes.

He so had to tell Kaminari about this.

As soon as he stepped out of the library, the black haired boy allowed himself to burst out laughing, hand clutching his stomach as tears prickled his eyes.

This was precious.

He never had thought about this possibility, but it made sense. As much as Bakugou liked to brag about not needing anyone to reach his goal, Sero was proud that his friend (Bakugou was still his friend, even if he denied it every time) has found someone that could help him achieve his dreams in his own way.

“Do you think he saw us?”

Whispered Todoroki, a subtle smile on his face as he brought Bakugou’s hand to his lips, leaving a soft kiss on the inside of his palm, before guiding their hands onto his lap.

“Of course he did, didn’t you see his stupid ass practically flew out the door.” Bakugou replied, a quiet laugh escaping his lips as he turned the page. He’ll give the book to Sero after their done.

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At first, Kaminari did not believe a single word from what Sero had babbled to him, giggles spilling from the boy’s mouth, hands tackling the electric boy to the ground when they ran into each other in the elevator.

He asked Sero to repeat what he saw, go through every scene, making sure he wasn’t hallucinating. Denki couldn’t believe it, and that’s exactly what he told his friend.

“There’s no way they’re together. Are you sure your eyes are working?”

He asked Sero for the 7^th time, hands flailing in front of the boy’s face, getting him to react at the wild gestures. Sero sighed and grabbed his wrist, stopping Kaminari’s hand midair, eyes squinting at him.

“I know what I saw, dude. They’re definitely together. If you want, we can make some investigations and you’ll see.”

“And by investigations you mean…” Kaminari’s grin widened on his face, buzzing with excitement at what Sero was suggesting.

“Yes, we’re going to spy on them. But we need to be careful, Bakugou has a 6^th sense when it comes to us, I just know it.”

So this is how the two boys found themselves closely watching their other two classmates, Kaminari sending Sero sneaky hand signs across to room. Sero facepalmed and tried to reply to the blond’s unknown gestures, being careful to not attract the attention of their other classmates.

They ended up following Bakugou and Todoroki outside behind the dorms, assuming the two were going to train together. Kaminari halted when he saw the blond boy turn his head their way, ducking behind a bush and dragging Sero after him.

“Ouch man, be careful.” Sero whined, shifting closer to the blond, hoping the shrubbery was thick enough to cover them both.

“I hope Bakugou didn’t see us, or else we’re dead meat.” Kaminari whispered, teeth nibbling on his fingers.

“We can say we came out to train as well.” Sero offered, parting the branches and leafs to actually see what the other two boys were doing.

“In the bushes? Bakugou’s gonna explode us and the bush.” the blond replied and pushed Sero, claiming that he wanted to see too.

So far, Bakugou and Todoroki were only sparring, nothing too suspicious. They would go from hand to hand combat to quirk training, moving in sync and combining their quirks for more effective attacks.

This was just a mock at Kaminari’s poor quirk handling, the blond still having to practice the limits of using his powers without frying his brain.

He groaned, falling on the grass, thinking that this was a waste of time, and Sero was just hallucinating.

“Dude, come here, look look!” Sero yelled at him, hand grabbing Kaminari’s to hoist him back up.

Kaminari could not hear what they were saying because of Sero’s cackling next to him, but Todoroki was standing very close to Bakugou, a towel in his hand while the blond was draining one of the water bottles they brought with them outside.

“This is nothing they’re not-“

Kaminari ate his words up when he saw what happened next. Todoroki lifted his hand and patted Bakugou’s forehead with the towel, before moving around his neck and placing the towel on his shoulders, his hands lingering a bit on Bakugou’s biceps.

The dual haired boy’s left hand gave the flesh a light squeeze, earning a swat and a smile from the blond, who handed him the water bottle.

“I- I have no words dude.” Kaminari said, still in a state of shock, eyes wide at the two boys.

“I told you, man. Never doubt me again.” Sero told him, punching him lightly on the shoulder and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah yeah, but, this means, that Bakugou is in a relationship.” Kaminari said quietly, eyes staring into nothingness.

Sero nodded.

“With Todoroki.”

Another nod.

“We need to tell Kirishima now!!!”

The two boys scrambled back inside, stepping over each other, missing two pairs of eyes fixated on their retreating forms.

“I’m gonna explode those two clowns.” Bakugou grumbles, handing Todoroki a clean towel and offering to wipe the sweat that formed on his forehead.

“Let them be, they’re just having fun” Todoroki defended their classmates, letting out a small chuckle as he felt Bakugou’s fingers behind his ears.

“Your hair is getting longer.” the blond commented, voice unusually soft.

“Should I cut it?”

“Don’t you dare.”

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“Guys, you know it’s not manly to spy on others. Especially Bakubro, you know how he gets when we invade his personal space."

Kirishima told them, a worried expression on his face. Kaminari and Sero hurried to his room to share the newfound information with the redhead, insisting on him joining their stakeout mission.

“First of all” Kaminari started, raising one finger while Sero nodded in agreement “they were outside, that’s a public space. And we didn’t spy on them!”

“Yeah, we just happened to be in the bush…while they were sparring…and saw everything.”

Sero finished, words not sounding convincing even to his own ears.

“I’m not so sure about this, maybe there’s a reason why Bakubro didn’t tell us. He might want to keep it a secret.”

Kirishima tried again. As intriguing as his friends’ new discovery was, he didn’t like to meddle in other people’s business.

If Bakubro wanted to keep his and Todoroki’s relationship a secret, then he was going to respect his decision.

“Pff, secret my ass. They were holding hands in the library.” Sero commented, tapping his foot on the ground, waiting impatiently for Kirishima to agree to their plan.

“I still don’t think it’s ok. Sorry bros, I’m not coming along to stalk our classmates.”

Kaminari visibly deflated at the comment, and dropped the subject. The three boys played Mario Kart the rest of the evening, the redhead forgetting completely about the reason his two friends came dashing to his room.

Until the next morning, when he entered the common room to prepare himself breakfast.

The redhead grabbed the bread from the toaster, blowing on his fingers as he decided to touch the still hot toast, laughing at his own mistake before grabbing the butter from the fridge. He could add some bacon and maybe prepare himself a little salad.

Mulling over the idea of making a tea with his breakfast, his thoughts were interrupted by a loud laugh coming from the siting area in the common room. Kirishima had thought he was the first downstairs, knowing his other classmates preferred to sleep in on Saturday mornings.

Peering from the kitchen, Kirishima’s eyes widened in surprise when he saw Bakugou on the couch next to Todoroki, but get this, Bakugou’s head was in Todoroki’s lap, the dual haired boy’s hands tickling the blond’s side, the latter squirming in place but never telling the other to stop nor getting up from his position.

Well this was definitely unusual. Kirishima wasn’t expecting to see that Bakugou was the source of the boisterous laughing in the dorms, but, here he was, watching the blond let himself get tickled by Todoroki.

Thinking back to what Kaminari and Sero had told him, the redhead had nothing else to do but agree with their speculations. Those two definitely had something going on. Bakugou never let anyone touch him like that.

And he never saw Todoroki smile that wide before.

“I shouldn’t be doing this."

Kirishima groaned to himself, thinking about how he was intruding in on his friend’s privacy. But…they were in the common room. A public place, he heard a voice similar to Kaminari’s saying in his head.

He shouldn’t be watching, but curiosity got to him, the redhead leaning forward in the doorframe of the kitchen to get a better look.

If he weren’t so focused on his two classmates he would have seen Mina enter the kitchen, eyeing Kirishima with a rather judging look.

“What are you doing, Kiri?” the pink girl questioned, startling the boy.

“Mina! Don’t scare me like that!” Kirishima whisper-yelled at her, putting a hand on his chest.

“If you weren’t so suspicious at this morning hour you would have seen me. So, care to share what are you doing sneaking like that?”

Kirishima only pointed with a finger to the middle of the common room, eyes shifting to look at the two boys seated on the couch. The girl followed his movement and brought a hand to her mouth to stop her squealing. She bounced on the spot, Kirishima trying to still her in place, worrying about the others hearing them.

“Quiet, Mina! I don’t want them to think we were spying on them.” the redhead hissed, putting a hand over Mina’s mouth. The girl mumbled some incoherent words behind his palm, excitement dancing in her eyes at the new discovery.

They eventually sneaked out of the kitchen, Kirishima having to share his breakfast with Mina, Kaminari and Sero, as him and his pink classmate ran up the stairs to tell the other two what they just witnessed.

“They’re so loud so early in the morning and for what?”

Bakugou groaned after his fit of giggles finished, chest heaving, red eyes looking up at Todoroki.

“Well, you know that we just gave them a show right now, don’t you, Katsuki?” Todoroki replied, fingers going to card through Bakugou’s hair.

“Stop saying that, you’re embarrassing.” the blond whined, hands coming to hide his reddening face.

“What? Your name? But I like your name, Katsuki.” Todoroki continued to tease the boy, leaning down to pry the hands hiding his face and peppering kisses all over it.

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Now that the whole Bakuquad knew about whatever Bakugou and Todoroki had going on, they had to confront the blond about it.

They were impatient to hear from their friend if he really was in a relationship with the other boy, Mina vibrating in place as she shook Kaminari, rambling on about how cute the two looked  all tangled up in each other on the couch the other morning.

“We told you, dude!” Sero and Kaminari told Kirishima.

“I know I know. But, who’s going to ask Bakugou about it?” the redhead asked and looked at his friends.

The three all looked back at Kirishima, lifting their eyebrows at him. With a sigh, Kirishima accepted his fate and went to open his door, the other three following after him to the common room.

“If he threatens to explode us, you guys will have to run.” Kirishima warned as he pressed the floor button on the elevator.

“I dare him to do anything to us. Now I have blackmail on him, he can’t touch us.”

Mina said proudly, showing the boys her phone, a picture of Bakugou and Todoroki cuddled on the couch on the screen.

“When did you take that?” Kaminari asked, incredulous look on his face, grasping the phone in his hands.

“I have my ways.”

As the four teens made their way to the ground floor, they went through all the ways they could convince Bakugou to come clean, Sero even offering to tape him to the ceiling in case he doesn’t start talking.

They chatting ceased when they arrived in the common room kitchen, Sero spluttering and bracing his hands against the doorframe, stopping his other friends from entering.

In front of them, were Bakugou and Todoroki, the latter hoisted up on the kitchen counter, hands around Bakugou’s neck as they were kissing. Todoroki and Bakugou. Kissing.

In the dorm’s kitchen. Kaminari accidentally shocked the other 3 in surprise, the 4 teenagers scurrying back to the elevators, Mina trying to contain her squeals. They rushed to push the button to reach Kirishima’s floor, all four of them panting.

“Well, that confirms it.” Sero concluded while he tried to keep Kaminari on his feet.

“I did not want to see that.” Kirishima said rubbing his eyes with his hardened fists.

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“Do you think that worked?” Bakugou asked quietly, hands roaming under Todoroki’s shirt on his back.

“I’m pretty sure they tripped over each other on the way to the elevators.” the two boys laughed before resuming their makeout session, not caring if anyone else were to walk in on them.

Chapter Text

Shouto has been thinking about this for quite a while now.

Late at night when he should be already asleep, early in the morning when he would go to class, when he was having lunch, slurping on his soba noodles, Sunday afternoon when he would take the bus to the hospital to visit his mom. It’s been bothering him, but not in a negative way, for a while.

The topic in question was love. He had never had a good example of what ‘love’ meant, given his childhood and how he was raised.

But now that he was in a relationship with Katsuki, Shout has been thinking about it. More specifically, he has been asking himself ‘Do I love Katsuki?’.

He knew that he likes Katsuki, more than the rest of his classmates and the rest of the people he knew –not that many anyway, that’s why he chose to pursue a romantic relationship with said boy. But does he love him?

For Shouto, love was something far too complex for him to understand. Something unreachable. Something that was reserved for people who knew how to care for others, people who didn’t grow up in an abusive household and were taught how to love others.

It was a surprise to him when he started catching feelings for the blond boy in the first place. He never intended to ‘lose’ himself like that, his goal was to attend UA and become a powerful hero, but along the way he made many friends AND a boyfriend.

He tried suppressing his feelings at first, but it was impossible. He found himself falling even more for the explosive boy as time passed. And he is glad he never got rid of his feelings.

Since he and Bakugou got together, Shouto felt like better, but, in a way, still the same. He didn’t feel like dating Katsuki was a chore, or something that distracted him from the dream he was working so hard to achieve.

Being Katsuki’s boyfriend made Shouto realize that showing your vulnerable side to someone wasn’t a bad thing, that he had someone that was always there for him when he had a bad day, that no matter how awful he was feeling, Katsuki would be there to wake him up and remind him how strong he was and that he was giving his best every day.

So after discovering how wrong his impression of relationships were, he started to wonder, is he in love?

Shouto tried asking his friends, and even Fuyumi about it, but none of their answers pleased Shouto, their view on the sentiment far too different from his.

That’s when he realized, that love wasn’t the same for everyone. What some people might consider an act of love, could be seen in a total different light by others.

That also meant that you didn’t have to know how to love beforehand, finding the right person will make you figure out how you wanted to go about your relationship, how to act around them and how to care for them.

For a while Shouto stopped dwelling on this matter, thinking that if he was in love, he will figure it out at one point. And he did, not too long after.

It was a day like the others.

Shouto returned from his Saturday afternoon jog, opening the dorms door and walking inside, scanning the common room and seeing only his boyfriend lounging on the couch.

He figured everyone else was either in their rooms or wondering around the town. He recalled hearing the girls say something about a new bakery that opened not too far from the dorms.

Wiping the sweat on his forehead, Shouto poked Katsuki on the shoulder as a form of greeting before he made his way to the kitchen to grab a water bottle.

“I made soba. It’s on the counter.” he heard Katsuki say, red eyes still looking at the book in his hands.

Shouto halted in place, a small smile forming on his lips and went to grab the bowl with noodles, walking to sit next to his boyfriend. Shuffling closer to the blond until their shoulders touched, Todoroki hummed in satisfaction, wiggling his back and enjoying Katsuki’s presence.

“Are you done vibrating?” the boy next to him asked, turning to flash a grin at Shouto, a light chuckle escaping past his lips.

“Mm just making myself comfortable.”

Shouto replied, proceeding to eat the noodles. He closed his eyes, savoring the delicious flavor of the homemade noodles and the seasoned sauce.

“Thank you for the meal, Katsuki.” he said quietly after he finished eating, hands looping around Bakugou’s left arm.

“You don’t have to thank me.” 

He muttered back, placing his palm on Shouto’s thigh and rubbing it gently, the taller boy nuzzling his face further into his shoulder.

“But I want to, it’s not every day that I get to eat such exquisite soba.” the dual haired boy insisted, hands now wrapping around Katsuki’s waist, warm lips pressing a quick kiss to the side of his neck.

Shouto knew he was clingy, but Bakugou was clingier, so he knew the blond boy won’t push him off, the ice and fire user moving his right leg and throwing it over Katsuki’s left one.

He liked it when they had time for themselves like this, just the two of them in the quiet common room, accompanied just by a nice meal and a good book. Todoroki then crossed over to the ‘forbidden territory’ and thought about how nice it would be if he moved in with Katsuki.

The two of them sharing an apartment, maybe adopting a cat. They would have a small balcony where Bakugou could grow some plants, remembering his boyfriend complaining about how he didn’t have fresh herbs at the dorms to use in his dishes.

Living together also meant having Katsuki’s home cooking every day after they returned from hero work, just the two of them sitting at the dining table, enjoying their meal.

“Who said I can’t make you soba every day?” Katsuki asked a few beats later, pulling Shouto from his thoughts.

“You did, when you scolded me for eating only bland noodles all the time.”

Todoroki replied playfully, jabbing a finger into Bakugou’s side, earning a grunt and a light shove.

“I’ll make sure you eat healthy, bastard. Can’t have you starve. I swear soba will take over that empty brain of yours and you’ll completely go stupid.”

Shouto knew Bakugou hadn’t meant anything bad with those words, months of dating teaching him the intricate language of Katsuki Bakugou and the meaning behind his sharp words.

He peered closer at the blond’s face, crimson eyes locking with his own heterochromatic ones, soft at the edges.

“You will?” Shouto asked quietly, not daring to talk any louder.

“Of course, Sho.”

Katsuki replied, nudging his shoulder and leaning in to leave a kiss on his nose, making Shouto scrunch his nose at the feathery touch of his lips.

“Even after we graduate?” he pried further, pushing his luck.

“I already said I would, didn’t I?”

Shouto also knew that Katsuki wasn’t referring to only cooking soba for him. His beautiful red eyes holding a promise that meant more than just warm meals.

A promise that meant a confident smile to greet him whenever he would come back home. Strong arms that will hold him every time he sought comfort. Soft words of reassurance in the middle of the night when nightmares would disturb his slumber.

A reason for him to be a better hero, to give his best every day, a person that Shouto can be proud of, and someone that can make Todoroki proud of himself.

Shouto draped himself across Katsuki’s lap, laughing at the annoyed grumble he left when the book slipped out of his hands, disturbed by Todoroki’s frame on his thighs.

Bakugou didn’t lean down to grab the book, instead threading his fingers through red and white hair, leaning forward to steal a kiss from Shouto’s awaiting lips.

Shouto realized he was in love.

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Something has been bugging Katsuki for a while.

And surprisingly, it wasn’t Kaminari’s whining this time. He has been lounging in his room for the past 2 hours, working on his homework, but his mind kept drifting to other things.

More specifically his boyfriend, Shouto Todoroki. It was a usual occurrence for Katsuki to think about the dual haired boy, given how smitten he was for him, as much as the blond didn’t like to admit it.

But now, rather than thinking about wanting Shouto to hold his hand, keep him in his embrace until all his worries disappeared, to kiss him until he couldn’t focus on anything else but the boy in front of him, to give him everything he had, Katsuki felt a urge to show Todoroki how much he cares about him.

To constantly remind him how much he cares for the boy, be it through the simple gesture of waiting for him in the morning to head to class together, knowing that Todoroki ran a little late because he liked to sleep in, or by encouraging him to be the best version of himself, to keep him grounded, using the excuse of ‘being at the same level as Katsuki’, even though the blond knew that Shouto could easily surpass him.

Not that he would let him do it without putting up a fight, show him how strong he can be because he has Shouto by his side.

These thoughts keep on distracting Katsuki throughout the day, making him wonder if this is what love felt like. At first, when he learned about what ‘love’ was supposedly like, he stated that he was never going to love someone, because love was for weak people.

Why would you want to tie yourself to a person, trap yourself forever with a stupid extra that could betray you anytime they wanted, allowing someone else to see your vulnerable side?

He had tried so much to push away any form of affection away from him, convinced that if he let himself care about someone would only cause him trouble, drag him down, stop him from reaching his goal. But he was wrong.

Bakugou didn’t like to admit that he was wrong, but as he matured over the years and started opening up to his classmates, he came to the conclusion that maybe letting himself have a few friends wouldn’t hurt.

For a while, he only allowed himself to have friends, never reaching out to try and feel something more, something deeper than just friendly feelings for someone.

But then he started getting closer to Todoroki, and he just felt himself drown. Fall deeper into the endless ocean that was Shouto, an infinity that wouldn’t let him go as much as he tried. As embarrassing as it felt to admit it, he never regretted getting into a relationship with Shouto.

After that, Katsuki quickly learned that caring for someone didn’t mean that you were weak, it meant that you were strong enough to show them how much you admired and cherished them. It meant learning to love yourself and learn to love them back.

It was a rough journey for the both of them, and their classmates as well, given how many traumas they went through, but that’s what brought them closer to each other.

As their 3^rd year was close to ending, graduation day approaching, Katsuki couldn’t help but think about the future. About what hero agency should he apply for, about how close he was to reaching his dream of becoming a hero. But, as fantastic as those aspects were, he had another thing to take into account.

He couldn’t let go of Shouto after they finished high school.

He knew that from the day they got together, that he wasn’t planning on letting go of the boy that easily. And that exactly what he told him then ‘no take backs now, pretty boy’, to which Shouto replied ‘I wouldn’t think of it’.

Katsuki was scared of how easily it was for him to just accept that he will move in with Shouto after graduation, but it also felt right. He knew what he wanted, and he planned on accomplishing this wish, along with his other goals.

Was this what love felt like?

He was pulled out of his daydreaming when he heard a knock at his door, then saw his boyfriend come in, holding a mug in his left hand.

It was a routine at this point, either him or Shouto coming to each other’s dorm and fall asleep together. It was easier for the both of them, the warm body next to them chasing the nightmares away, and because they both discovered that they actually enjoy cuddles.

Not from others though, Katsuki thought, only from Shouto.

“I brought you tea.”

The dual haired boy said, placing the mug on the nightstand near the bed before plopping down on the mattress next to his boyfriend, resting his head on Katsuki’s lower back.

The blond was situated on his stomach, leaning on his elbows as he was going through tomorrow’s lecture, but he immediately closed the book, rolling over onto his back, Shouto’s head falling on his stomach.

Katsuki drank his tea whilst braiding Shouto’s hair, the younger humming an unknown song in the back of his throat, swaying gently in place.

Todoroki once said that he liked when he would untie his hair and it would end up all wavy from the braids, so Katsuki offered to braid it for him before sleep at least once a week. After he was finished, he let Shouto take a look at the new hairstyle, taking a few photos of him to keep for himself, before he flopped onto his bed, his boyfriend’s soft voice lulling him to sleep. 

Bakugou woke up in the middle of the night he assumed, or at least a while later, because the side lamp was switched off and he was covered with a blanket, feeling Shouto’s arms around his waist.

He must have fallen asleep at some point and Todoroki just made himself comfortable. He wanted to turn around to look at the sleeping boy behind him, when he felt a slim fingers draw patterns on his clothed back.

Shouto was awake.

Bakugou shouldn’t be surprised by this, he sometimes had troubles falling asleep as fast as him, but something told him to stay still, to not disturb the other.

“Mmm Katsuki.” he heard the silent whisper of Shouto’s voice, breath fanning on the back of his neck. “I was thinking about the graduation, again-“ he continued with a bitter sounding laugh.

“I always tend to overthink this. I don’t know if I want to finish high school yet. It feels like time passed too fast.”

Katsuki could relate. Three years went by in a blur, the first day of their 1^st year seemed like it took place a few days ago. He wanted to turn around and kiss Shouto’s worries away, but he knew he would get shy if Bakugou were to reveal that he was awake, so the blond pretended to be in deep slumber, not daring to move an inch.

“But, as much as I will miss UA and our classmates, I’m looking forward to being a hero. To being a hero with you by my side. You’re going to be a great hero, I’m sure of it..."

"If you were awake I’m sure you would say that I’m going to be a good hero too, you always do. The others tell me that as well, but it’s different when you say it. It means more to me.”

Bakugou could not fall asleep. He laid there, listening to Shouto’s deep voice, letting himself be held in his arms, letting his boyfriend play with his heart, squeeze it and release it, tug at his heartstrings, smother him in affection, drown him in praises and tug him back up to the surface. Chest constricting and swelling, breathing seeming a far too complicated action at the moment.

He wondered when would the younger boy fall asleep, noticing the pauses between his sentences grow longer, his voice softening, the hand motion on the back of his shirt coming to a halt.

The last words he heard from Shouto were “You’ll always be my hero, Katsuki.”

The last thing Katsuki thought before he let sleep take him away for the night was that he was in love.

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They finally made it. They graduated and they were now moving boxes from Katsuki’s parents car to their apartment. Shouto was ecstatic. He was carrying boxes with a bright smile on his face, unable to contain the swirling in his chest.

He was going to share an apartment with Katsuki. The thought made him giddy with excitement, almost forgetting about the early morning shift he had tomorrow at the hero agency.

Coming it with the last box, Katsuki put it on the kitchen counter and flopped onto Shouto’s sprawled form, long limbs spread on the carpet, swatting at Bakugou’s legs to get off of him.

“You’re crushing me, you oaf.” he huffed from underneath the blond.

“Shut up, I’m tired. Who knew moving was such a pain in the ass?” Katsuki grumbled, head settling in the crook of Shouto’s neck, fingers coming to twirl in his hair.

“At least we’re done.” the dual haired man concluded, his own arms coming to latch onto his boyfriend’s back.

“We still have to assemble the furniture, shortcake.”

They both groaned at that. They took a small break before starting to unpack their belongings, Katsuki saying that they can leave the less important things for the weekend, when they would have more time for the rest of the clutter.

Shouto insisted that their memories from high school weren’t clutter as he opened the box containing various things the two of them received from their classmates throughout their 3 years at UA.

As Todoroki stood cross legged on the floor and marveled at the photos of them and their friends, Katsuki was busying himself with stocking their fridge with the groceries they picked up earlier from the store.

He would hear Shouto’s voice calling for him just to raise one of the hundreds of pictures scattered in the box, smiling at the random memory the image in his hand held. Shaking his head, Bakugou returned to their kitchen to finish unpacking, deciding that he would make a simple meal for tonight.

He will go all out when their other belongings were where they should be, tucked away in the cabinets and closets they will have to assemble. Great.

Shouto picked up one of the framed photos in the box, hand brushing away the dust that collected onto the glass front, eyes softening at it. It was one of the few pictures he had with him and Katsuki, neither of them were too fond of taking pictures in general.

But this one was from one of their dates, that one time when Katsuki took him out on a picnic, in a forest clearing they once found on their morning run with Deku and Kirishima. Looking at the picture, so many memories came to his mind, reminding Todoroki that he forgot to do something very important.

“Baby!” he called after his boyfriend, smiling in amusement when he heard him groan, this being about the 5^th time he’s calling him to the living room.

“Yes, Shouto.” Bakugou huffed, a forced smile on his face, holding himself by the doorframe.

“I love you, Katsuki.” Shouto said, a charming smile adorning his pretty face, eyes crinkling at the corners, the photo of the two of them still clutched in his hands.

Katsuki felt his world stop in place.

His hand fell from the wood frame of the kitchen entrance, sarcastic smile fading as a stunned expression took its place on Bakugou’s visage. When he heard those words he felt like he was floating, heart thundering in his chest, cheeks flushing at the words of affection.

It felt too new but too familiar at the same time. It felt like they were saying those words to each other for a while now, and maybe they have been, just through different words, through different actions.

“I love you too, Shouto.” he said back, easily, simple. After that, he figured how easily it was to love, compared to how hard he thought it would be.

Katsuki’s world was right in front of his eyes, sitting on the floor, a framed photo in its hands. He never felt happier.

Chapter Text

The students of class 1-A (now in their third year), were having a video call initiated by Mina and Kaminari, the two of them whining about missing their classmates, the pink haired girl starting the call, waiting for everyone to log in.

It was summer break, most of them either visiting their families in different cities or in the countryside, some of them going on vacation, and the others lounging at home. It was pretty late at night, well, it was 9PM, and, as Mina knew, Bakugou might be asleep right now.

So according to the loud blond, it was late, but he still answered the video call, his deep scowl the first thing his other classmates in the video call saw.

As we’ve mentioned, it was pretty late, so not many classmates answered, but Mina will take what she gets.

A few other students agreed with Kaminari and Mina that they’ve missed each other, those ‘losers’ in question being Midoriya and Uraraka, their voices screeching too loud in Bakugou’s headphones. He was in a week-long vacation at the beach with his parents, currently laying in his hotel bed, muttering curses at his classmate’s annoying voices.

“Why must you dumbasses be so goddamn loud?”

Bakugou exclaimed for the 3^rd time since he joined the call, chin resting in his palm as he scrolled through the list of the members logged.

‘Guess he’s asleep’, Bakugou thought to himself, debating if he should just leave or stay and listen to the Kaminari’s yapping.

“Oh come on, Bakugou! I’ve missed your empty threats, I started to feel too safe without you yelling at me.”

Kaminari teased causing Katsuki to curse at him, scolding himself for mellowing out so much around those idiots. They stopped fearing him way back in their first year, and now, they would mess with him at every occasion they got.

“Well I for sure didn’t miss your dumb face.” he replied, grinning to himself in the dark, the only source of light being his laptop screen.

“I’m surprised Kacchan even answered the call.” Deku brought up, green eyes shifting to look at Bakugou’s face on his screen.

“I’m about to hang up if you don’t stop with the whining.”

“Bakubro, don’t be such a bummer! It’s nice that we can talk to each other like this during summer break.” Kirishima beamed at his phone screen, his sharp teeth way to close to the camera.

“It is indeed a great way to come in contact with our classmates, Bakugou. Please don’t disturb the mood.” Iida said, his tone still as stern as it was in their first year.

Bakugou was getting bored. Mina proposed to play some sort of drawing game, but it was more difficult to teach the others how the game works, the teens eventually giving up and resorting to catching up, some of them talking about what they have visited these past weeks.

It was in the middle of Satou’s story about how he had to bake 20 trays of cupcakes for his cousin’s birthday when another person joined the call.

“Am I logged in?”

Bakugou heard a quiet voice mumble, on the screen appearing another image, the blond boy feeling his heart skip a beat when he read the name.

Shouto Todoroki has joined the call

“Todoroki-kun! You made it!” he heard Deku’s voice scream through the screen, the green haired boy excited about Todoroki’s presence.

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting Todoroki to come. This is getting good.”

Kaminari said slyly, Katsuki almost feeling the other’s eyes on him.

It wasn’t a secret that he liked Todoroki. Well, to the boy in question it was, it was mostly Bakugou’s closer friends that knew about this. Bakugou swears that if they start making jokes about it now he’ll strangle them through their phones.

“Oh yeah, Fuyumi helped me with it, I’m still trying to figure out how this video call thing works.” Todoroki replied, hand hovering hesitantly over his keyboard, unsure of what to do now.

“Don’t worry, bro! We’re happy that you made it.” Kirishima said, finally finding a book to prop his phone against.

“Sero you better stop messing with the filters-“ Jirou warned, pointing her finger at the screen, the black haired boy snickering in response.

“But they’re cool. Look!” he pressed some buttons and his screen was covered in bright colored lights.

“What the fuck, stop that, tape face!” Bakugou yelled, covering his eyes with his hands as the flashing lights attacked his retinas.

“Sero not again.”

“Can we kick him out?”

“Ugh, you better stop Sero.”

Several voices said, Sero finally turning off the filters.

“Wait, what did Sero do?”

Todoroki asked, confusion written all over his face.

“Oh no, Todoroki-kun you don’t want to know-“ Uraraka started but was interrupted as Sero muted her mic.

“Dude, there’s this colorful icon there in the far right corner. Click on it!! Sero said excited, urging Todoroki on.

The dual haired boy clicked on the icon, numerous flashes of light flitting across his screen, his classmates going crazy again. They all yelled at him to turn it off, panicking Todoroki, the boy not knowing what to press to stop the effect.

He found a big red button on his screen, thinking that was the solution he decided to click it. The flashing stopped, and so his friends’ voices. And the video call.

“He…he left.” Jirou stated, a laugh bubbling in her chest, hands coming to cover her mouth. Kaminari full on wheezed, slapping his knee at Todoroki’s lack of knowledge when it came to socializing online.

“How- how was that possible.”

“Only Todoroki could do that, honestly.”

“Uhm, I’ll call him and guide him back into the call.” Midoriya said, but before he could pick up his phone, he saw a notification on his screen

Katsuki Bakugou left the meeting

“Guess that works too.” the green haired boy chuckled to himself, telling the others that Todoroki and Bakugou won’t be joining the video call tonight.

Shouto was struggling to join the call a second time that night, mouse searching across the screen when he heard the sound of a text notification.

Bakugou: you better answer the call

And then his phone started ringing, Bakugou’s photo on his screen. Uhm. Pressing the answer button, Todoroki was greeted with Bakugou’s face, now better illuminated by the bedside lamp, laptop perched up in his lap most likely, given the angle.

“Aren’t the others going to join?”

Shouto asked when he saw that him and Bakugou were the only ones in the call.

“I’ve had enough of their yapping for tonight. You better not go and join them, dumbass.”

The boy replied, one eyebrow raised at him, but his expression was softer now than it was when they were on the class call.

“I won’t leave, if you don’t want me to.” Todoroki replied, a soft smile settling on his face. Bakugou just grumbled.

“What have you been up to, halfie?”

The blond asked, attempting to make conversation. He had succeeded to get closer to Todoroki, his crush not ceasing to exist, so the only solution now was to continue pursuing the boy, hoping that one day he would reciprocate his feelings.

And by the way Todoroki was smiling and laughing now, because of Bakugou, the blond thought that that day wasn’t that far away.

“Nothing too interesting, avoiding my father as much as I can. Not really having many places to hide in the same house he’s staying in, though.”

Shouto said with a chuckle, making the screws in Katsuki’s head spin.

“I could get you out of there.” the blond suggested, voice small, eyes avoiding eye contact.

“Really? That would be nice, I don’t go out that much.”

The dual haired boy said, a wide grin on his beautiful face. He could almost see his mismatched eyes sparkle at the mention of leaving the house.

“I come back tomorrow morning, if you want to meet up.” he continued, confident at Todoroki’s positive reaction.

They continued to plan their outing tomorrow, Shouto sometimes pausing to yawn or rub at his eyes. It was way past both of their sleep schedules, but they couldn’t hang up even if they wanted. They were having too much fun.

“And then I told shitty hair that if he touches any of my stuff after he bleaches his hair that he’ll regret ever-“

Bakugou interrupted his own story when he heard another yawn, turning to look at the screen where Todoroki was laying on his bed, eyes closed, a relaxed expression on his pretty face,  laptop screen tilted, most likely sliding off his lap. The blond smiled at the sight, involuntary thinking about how much he wanted to pinch his cheeks and kiss his forehead.

Katsuki continued to stare at Shouto for a few more minutes, before he realized how creepy he was. He hovered over the end call button, hesitating for a second.

“Good night, Shouto.” he whispered, startled when he heard Todoroki’s soft voice.

“Good night to you too, Katsuki.”

Bakugou stared at the black screen, breathing suddenly feeling too complicated at the moment.

A ping from his phone caught his attention, seeing several new texts. Unlocking his phone, he obviously opened the one from Todoroki first, those other extras could wait a few more minutes.

Candy cane: I’m looking forward to hanging out with you, Bakugou

He quickly sent a text back, flopping onto his stomach and muffling his scream into his pillow. His phone pinged again, the blond raising his face from the pillow, looking at the screen, thinking it was Todoroki’s reply. Unfortunately for Bakugou, it was a text from Kaminari.

Dunce face: I know you went ahead and snagged Todoroki for yourself

Dunce face: you’re getting soft Kacchan ~ ;)

Me: I’ll explode that stupid wink off your face dumbass

Bakugou wasn’t getting soft, the fuck. He sent several more curses to Kaminari for good measure, smiling to himself when the electric blond sent a sad emoji back. His classmates were crazy, Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t get soft for anyo-

Candy cane: See you tomorrow. Good night again, Katsuki!

Maybe he was getting soft.

Chapter Text

Shouto was leaving his childhood house, feet taking him back to his and Bakugou’s shared apartment.

He usually visited his siblings once every 3 weeks, avoiding his father as best as he could, but today Endeavor was home and he kept Shouto there longer than he would usually be over.

It wasn’t that a very uncomfortable encounter, he’s been working on his relationship with his father over the past few years and they’re getting somewhere.

It was going well until he mentioned that he shares an apartment with one of his ex-classmates, his father throwing him a disappointed look and bringing up the ‘you have to marry a woman with a strong quirk’ and all that bullshit.

Shouto was used to this conversation, having it heard numerous times even before he joined UA, but he had thought his father would stop pressuring him into marrying some stranger just to have strong heirs.

Shouto didn’t want to end up like his father, thirsty for power and to ultimately put people in misery just to reach his selfish goal.

The dual haired boy is honestly feeling sorry for his father, he won’t see his youngest son anytime soon near a woman, because he was gay. And he may or may not have a crush on his apartment roommate. Definitely may have.

He was trudging down the street, heading in the direction of the bus station. He might have to hurry if he wants to catch the last bus, Shouto thought to himself as he checked his watch.

He got there just in time, tired body collapsing onto an empty seat, leaning his head against the cold glass of the window. He couldn’t wait to get home.

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Katsuki wasn’t worried.

Not at all.

It’s just, Shouto usually comes back by this time, but Bakugou was still the only one in their apartment.

Maybe this is a sign for him to finally agree to Shouto’s pleas of getting a cat. Pushing that thought away, he checked the time again, grumbling when he saw how late it was.

Todoroki wouldn’t stay more than he intends to, Bakugou knowing very well that the younger would leave as soon as Endeavor comes home, or, if his father is already there, he would find an excuse to leave earlier.

This time however, Katsuki was still alone in their apartment, sprawled out onto his bed, an opened book on his lap. Maybe Todoroki went somewhere else after his visit home, or he was hanging out with someone else.

For all he knows, Shouto might not have even visited his siblings back home, the reason being just an empty lie to go and meet some secret partner he wasn’t telling Bakugou about.

Not that Todoroki’s personal business was any concern to Katsuki, that halfie idiot didn’t need to tell him anything. He doesn’t give a fuck about him.

It’s just that, he actually does. That’s why he’s getting worried when the clock shows 11 PM, a time at which both of them would be sound asleep.

The blond contemplates calling him, but decides against it, Shouto’s a perfectly capable pro-hero, he can take care of himself.

He better.

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The click of the door unlocking echoed in the quiet apartment, Katsuki’s ears perking up at the sound, red eyes flicking towards his bedroom’s open door.

He left it open to actually hear when Todoroki will come back, not that he was worried that he won’t. Shouto put his coat on the hanger, leaving his shoes on the rack, long legs guiding him, not to his bedroom, but to Bakugou’s open door, warm light filtering through the opening, the aroma of the firewood scented candle greeting him as he walked past the doorframe.

Shouto wasn’t particularly bothered with today’s events, yet he felt drained, a sullen expression on his face as he greeted Bakugou before flopping face first onto his bed, just a hair’s breath away from crushing the other’s legs underneath his frame.

Bakugou had no idea why the halfie bastard decided to just collapse onto his bed when he had one of his own, but the gloomy aura that shifted around the taller boy stopped Katsuki from spouting curses at him and pushing him off the bed.

He closed his book, placing it on the nightstand, watching the pile of limbs in front of him with a curious look.

“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you or are you going to continue to sulk on my bed? You look like someone dropped your soba on the floor.”

He remembers vividly that one time in their 2^nd year when Kirishima and Kaminari were wrestling in the common room and one of them pushed the other into the tables, Kaminari elbowing Shouto’s bowl of cold soba.

The electric blonde apologized on his knees to Shouto, but the dual haired boy continued to mope around for the rest of the day.

Shouto rolled over, lifting his face from where it was buried into Katsuki’s duvet, settling on his back with one hand on his stomach.

He eyed Bakugou, taking notice of the black thin glasses perched up on his nose, how the soft glow of the bedside lamp made his hair look like gold and his ruby eyes seem much softer.

Bakugou was so beautiful and he didn’t even know it.

Shouto wanted to reach out and touch him, to check if this was real, to wake up from the constant dream he felt himself trapped in while in his friend’s presence. He wanted to get up and caress his cheek, to cup his face and press their forehead together, to card his fingers through soft blond hair, to massage his arms.

He knows how much Bakugou strains his hands while using his quirk, and Shouto has been aching to touch him, to soothe his pain. Oh how he wanted to actually have the courage to do all of that-

“Oi, candy cane! You’ spacing out again"

Katsuki snapped his fingers in front of his face. Todoroki has been staring at him for the past minutes and Bakugou has no idea what to do about that. He felt his cheeks heat up and his palms sweat.

“Oh, sorry. I’m just tired.”

Shouto replied quietly, taking his eyes off the blond’s face and looking away. He should be more careful with the staring, Bakugou was quite observant.

“I don’t buy that shit. It’s about that asshole again, isn’t it?” Katsuki knew Shouto didn’t get that ‘kicked puppy’ face when he was just tired.

The fucker would look close to falling asleep on the spot, and his bedroom was closer to the entrance, so he was suspecting that the other was in need of some sort of comfort.

Shouto only nodded, fingers nimbly twisting the material of his sweater, heterochromatic eyes avoiding Katsuki’s.

They did this sometimes. Staying with each other until they would feel better, be it because of a tough day out on the field, because of an unwelcomed nightmare in the middle of the night, the constant stress and demand that involved being a pro hero.

Katuski measured his options for a few beats, considering if the offering would be worth the embarrassment.

“Come here.” he conclusively said, his own legs stretching out on the bed, arms opening in a shy manner.

Shouto had a habit of hugging him when he would comfort Katsuki, saying that physical contact was the best way to ease stress, and Bakugou is sure that the idiot read that from some dumb article in one of Mina’s magazines.

Nonetheless, it actually fucking works, so, he figured, wouldn’t hurt trying.

Right?

Shouto was perplexed by Bakugou’s words, eyebrows scrunching up in confusion as he took in the other’s stance.

Was Bakugou suggesting…that they should cuddle?

This set off alarms in Shouto’s head, his own heart picking up the pace, thrumming loudly in his ears. He slowly lifted his back from the bed, bringing his feet on the mattress and crawling towards the headboard Bakugou was leaning against.

He hesitated a bit, eyes drifting from Bakugou’s face to his arms and chest, hand outstretched awkwardly in front of him.

“Don’t make me reconsider, halfie.” he heard the boy grumble.

Finally getting confirmation, Shouto let a small smile settle on his face, arm giving up under him, falling into Bakugou’s inviting embrace.

Bakugou was so warm, making Shouto let out a content sigh, head nuzzling further into his collarbone, warm and cold hands wrapping around the others waist, large palms flat on his back, wanting to feel as much of Bakugou as he could.

He felt the blond’s arms cling themselves around Shouto, feeling himself getting tugged closer, Bakugou’s calming breath fanning the hair that fell on his face.

“Stop letting that piece of shit bother you. He’s not worth your time.”

Katsuki was not very good with words, that is why he was more of an actions type of person when it came to comforting and fighting, but he wanted to assure Shouto that whatever happened earlier wasn’t his fault.

“I know. The stress just built up and it affected me all at once.” he hummed, fingers tracing imaginary patterns on Bakugou’s arm, chuckling when he felt the blond flinch at the cold and gentle touch.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, Shouto listening to Bakugou’s heartbeat, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against his shoulder.

Katsuki was contemplating doing something embarrassing the second time that night. Shouto was practically in his arms, he had his own arms around him, and he felt better than ever.

Bakugou might have to reconsider his policy of ‘doing shit before thinking it over’.

“Hey…” he started, clearing his throat when he heard the gruff state of his voice, a result of staying silent for more than he was used to.

Shouto lifted his head, tucking his chin against Bakugou’s chest, looking up at him with curious eyes. Katsuki’s words died in his throat.

He really does not remember whatever he was about to say, too enthralled by Todoroki’s pretty face in front of him, the feeling of his palms rubbing up and down his back, the fact that the taller boy was draped across him, one long leg threatening to roll between his thighs.

“Now you’re spacing out.”

Shouto chuckled eyes closing into crescents at the action and bringing a hand to cover his mouth.

“Can I kiss you?”

Katsuki heard his own dumb voice say out loud, too late to take the words back as he saw Todoroki’s expression shift from amused to stunned and bewildered.

He wanted to dismiss the situation, deny what he said, push Todoroki off of him and avoid him for the next month, when he felt himself unable to talk.

Because his lips were pressed against Todoroki’s. And Katsuki felt like he got punched in the stomach.

Just the sheer touch of Shouto’s delicate lips on his felt like a gift from the Gods. Like Katsuki was going down a rollercoaster, just to never stop falling, the pit at the bottom endless, it’s walls closing in on Bakugou and never letting him get out.

Never letting him escape from the fascinating work of art that Todoroki was. How foolish of Katsuki to think that he could ignore his feelings for so long, just to find himself in his bedroom, the boy of his dreams kissing him and now fully sitting in his lap and oh my god Katsuki was about to combust.

Shouto pulled away for a few seconds, a bright smile on his face, setting his right palm on Katsuki’s cheek.

“You’re getting warmer, thought I’ll cool you down.”

He said with a chuckle before going back to claim Bakugou’s mouth, tongue swiftly tracing his bottom lip, feeling the blond open his mouth, inhaling a harsh breath.

Katsuki grabbed Shouto’s waist, pulling him even closer, letting his mouth fall open at Todoroki’s demand, shuddering as he felt the other lick inside his mouth, teeth nipping at his lips until they were red and slick with spit.

Katsuki’s heart was thundering against his ribcage, impatient hands roaming all over Shouto’s back and chest, feeling himself burst at the seams with affection.

Kissing Shouto wasn’t anything like he imagined, and be sure that Bakugou has thought about it many times in the past. It was like he was being guided into a secret place, somewhere where no one else could find them, a place of their own.

Their own little universe, where Shouto was the Sun and Katsuki was the tiny pitiful planet that followed him around, admiring him and his alluring presence.

They pulled back to catch their breaths, wide smiles directed at each other, flushed cheeks and starry eyes.

Katsuki was a greedy man, he knew that, and once he decided he wanted something, he did anything in his force to achieve it. So he leaned in at peppered kisses all over Todoroki’s face, on his pink cheeks, on his nose, on his closed eyes, brushing back his hair to kiss his forehead before connecting their lips again in a sweet dance.

Multiple heated kisses later, Shouto rested his forehead against Katsuki’s, a wide grin on his face, a content feeling in his chest and the strings around his heart loosened.

“Can I stay here tonight?”

He asked through pants, eyes locking with Katsuki’s. He felt the blond bring his hands around his shoulders and smother Shouto’s face in his chest.

“I wasn’t planning on letting you go back anyway.” he replied and kissed the top of his head.

Maybe doing shit before you think it over wasn’t all that bad after all.

Chapter Text

Bakugou was looking for his boyfriend, Todoroki. He wasn’t in his dorm room, not in the common room and definitely not at the entrance gate where a stray cat has seemed to wonder frequently.

The blond resorted to plopping down on the couch, crossing his arms over his chest, waiting for Todoroki to comeback from wherever he wondered off to. Jirou was making some finishing touches on one of her songs when she saw the sour mood her explosive classmate was in.

“I saw him outside. He went up the hill behind the dorms.” she told him, chuckling when he sprung off the couch, heading outside.

He had no idea how earphones knew that he was looking for Todoroki, but he was not about to stay behind and entertain her.

He jogged up the hill, wondering where in the hell could his boyfriend possibly be, he usually doesn’t go outside, as far as Bakugou knows.

Which is not that much per say, they started dating only a month and a half ago, before that Katsuki being adamant on ignoring the dual haired boy because of his repressed feelings and poor choice of dealing with what he felt for Todoroki.

Katsuki reached the top, a few trees in sight and maybe some wild flowers growing here and there, but except for that, this place looked untouched.

He squinted his eyes, thinking that maybe earphones tricked him and he came here for nothing, but then he saw a patch of red behind one of the trees.

He walked closer, coming face to face with Todoroki’s relaxed face, eyes closed and hands behind his head, his body swinging in a hammock.

“What are you doing here?”

Bakugou asked, startling the other boy. Shouto’s eyes widened at the sudden noise, hands coming to grip the edges of the hammock to steady himself.

“Oh, it’s you, Bakugou.” Todoroki simply stated, a small smile replacing his shocked expression.

“Of course it’s me, I’ve been looking for your stupid ass.”

Katsuki replied, hands going to his hips, trying to not let his frown falter. Todoroki’s pretty smile has been working too miraculously these past months and Bakugou was a weak man when it came to the beauty in front of him.

“The dorms were too loud, I came here to unwind.” was Todoroki’s explanation as he moved more to the side, patting the stretched material of the hammock, motioning for Katsuki so sit beside him.

“We won’t fit.”

Katsuki shot back at the wordless invitation, but moved to sit on it when he saw how Shouto’s face fell at the initial rejection.

Bakugou somehow got onto the hammock, steading himself by grabbing the tree trunk next to his head, the other hand bunching at Todoroki’s shirt to keep himself from rolling over and onto the ground.

It was a tight fit, but Shouto said that he had a solution, rolling over and draping his entire left side on top of Bakugou, arm wrapping around his waist and face nuzzling in the crook of his neck.

Well this seemed to work. Katsuki brought a hand up to card his finger through white and red hair, eyes closing when he heard the happy sigh that left Todoroki’s lips.

Shouto really liked it when Bakugou would play with his hair or would just simply pet it, but he rarely asked for attention, still unsure when it came to skin ship, but Katsuki was more than fine with initiating the soft and calming touches.

As long as it made Shouto happy, he wouldn’t think of stopping from doing so.

“How did you find this place anyway?”

Bakugou asked after a long silence, eyes peering down at Todoroki’s face, the other looking like he was on the verge of falling asleep.

“I was looking for a place to train on my own and saw this hammock here. I don’t know who put it up here, though.”

The other replied lowly, voice soft and deep, lips pursing cutely as a few strands of white hair fell onto his face. Bakugou snickered and brushed it out of his face, tucking the hair behind his ear.

“Raise your head a bit.” he whispered, shoulder moving to lift Todoroki’s head.

“Hm?” Shouto hummed with his eyes half closed, lifting his head to look at Bakugou.

“You’re hopeless.” he huffed and cupped his face, bringing it closer to kiss him on the forehead. A lazy smile curled on Shouto’s face, eyes fully closing now, hands coming to blindly search for Katsuki’s face.

That earned another chuckle from the blond boy, taking Shouto’s hands in his and interlocking their fingers, kissing his knuckles before pulling him by the arms to slot their lips together.

The two of them were surprisingly soft and touchy when they were alone, neither of them expecting it.

However, with how touch starved the two teens were, it only made sense to find comfort in the other’s touch, seeking out for more every time they were together.

Todoroki was still a little shy, sometimes doubting that Bakugou would constantly want to hug and hold Shouto’s hand, thinking that he was too greedy and annoying when he would latch onto his boyfriend.

But Katsuki reassured him every time that ‘what boyfriend would I be if I wouldn’t fucking cuddle with you, huh? Don’t ever doubt yourself. You can hug me anytime you want, candy cane.’

Even if Bakugou said it like he was complaining, Todoroki knew that he was also embarrassed about saying that out loud, a romantic relationship being new territory for them both.

They kissed slowly in the hammock, one of Bakugou’s leg on the ground to sway them gently and steady them as well, don’t wanna fall and split their heads open, hell no.

A cheeky bit to his lower lip got Todoroki gasping and opening his eyes, mouth struggling to not break into an amused grin, right hand coming to caress Katsuki’s face.

He leaned back in to peck Bakugou’s lips once, twice, three times, until the other got impatient and put his hands on the back of Shouto’s head, keeping him from leaning back and kissing him properly.

Katsuki was still getting used to how dizzying Shouto’s kisses were, as awkward and hesitant they were when they kissed for the first time, not long ago.

He already felt like he was floating, legs wobbling underneath him when Todoroki would kiss him before, but now, he was literally in the air, the hammock swinging with them, adding to the easy feeling of losing his composure and balance.

He couldn’t concentrate on anything else besides the boy in his arms, the warm lips molding against his. The small smile creeping onto his face when Bakugou would pinch his ear then thread his fingers back into his hair, the shudder of his arms when he would lick at the seam of his lips, teasing Todoroki with the touch, asking for him to open his mouth.

The tickle of long hair falling from the loose bun and framing his face as Shouto leaned above him to watch his dazed face, and then the sigh of relief he would let out as his boyfriend shifted closer to connect their lips again.

Bakugou really had a hunch that he might be falling.

Falling and drowning in Shouto’s touch, falling drunk with his kisses, maybe falling in love with him, but ultimately falling off the hammock as Todoroki shifted to straddle his hips, Katsuki’s leg giving out sending the two of them in a pile of limbs on the grass.

“Ouch”

Bakugou mumbled under his breath, hand rubbing at the back of his head. It wasn’t a hard fall, at least Shouto wasn’t injured, having fallen on top of Katsuki, the blond boy’s arms around him.

“Are you okay, baby?”

Shouto asked, concern lacing in his voice, hands going to cradle Bakugou’s head and check it for any injuries.

If Bakugou wasn’t concussed from the fall, Todoroki’s words surely made him feel like it.

They never used those sort of petnames, though Katsuki called his boyfriend many nicknames, they didn’t reach that far. But the way Shouto said it, so easy and out of the blur…. Katsuki groaned and let his head fall back onto the ground, feeling his face heat up.

When he opened them, he was met with heterochromatic eyes looking down at him in concern, Todoroki hesitantly reaching with his right hand to cool Katsuki’s forehead.

“Bakugou, are you blushing?” he asked, amusement laced in his tone.

“Shut up, sweetheart.” now it was Shouto’s turn to blush, cheeks burning and eyes crinkling at the corners as he hid his face behind his hair, turning to look at the hammock that betrayed the both of them. 

Bakugou raised himself into a sitting position, fingers grasping Shouto’s chin, tilting his face so they could lock eyes.

“Look at me, pretty boy.”

He said before he dived in and captured those pink lips into another sweet kiss, not at all bothering with the fact that they were laying on the ground now.

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Shouto was running down the street in the middle of the night, ignoring his father who was calling his name and threatening to lock him outside.

The last thing he did was throw on a light jacket before sprinting out the door, waking up Enji in the process, but Shouto couldn’t care less, he was dashing through the night, his laughter getting louder as he passed his home street. He came to a halt at the next intersection, stopping to catch his breath, bending down, palms on his knees.

He shouldn’t have given up on his morning jog.

Looking up at the street signs, he took a left turn and started running again, the chilly breeze of the night blowing his hair back and into his face, grazing his cheeks, leaving pink hues behind.

His worn out sneakers stomped into a puddle, the dual haired boy flinching at the touch of water drops on his cold hand, looking down at his shoes and wincing a little at the sight of his wet footwear. Oh well.

He shouldn’t be outside at the moment, given how his father has reacted, however Shouto had other plans, grin widening when he saw the silhouette of the familiar light brown house under the flickering light of the lamppost.

Shouto wasn’t sure why he was here, but he had the sudden urge to just dress up and run here. It was pretty late, the boy thought as he saw that there were no lights on in none of the houses on this street. Let’s hope he’s awake.

Shouto sneaked into the backyard, hopping over the gate like he usually did and walked forward until he was under the middle window, turning his head to look at it in hopes the lights were on in his room.

There was a faint glow in the corner which Todoroki recognized as being the desk lamp, maybe he was studying. Not like that stopped him ever before. He went to grab his phone out of his pocket, just to be met with nothing but a crumpled handkerchief.

Sighing, Shouto leaned down to grab a few pebbles and toss them at the windowsill. It took several attempts until he got a response, more light filtering through the curtains before they were parted and the window was opened, revealing a very angry looking blond.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Katsuki hissed down at him, one hand holding open the window, red eyes glaring at his boyfriend.

“I came to see you. Open the door.” Shouto replied, still slightly out of breath, smile never leaving his face.

Dragging a hand down his face, Bakugou closed the window and tip toed downstairs to open the backdoor and let Shouto in. Todoroki was already waiting in front of the glass door, hands clasped together and feet bouncing impatiently on the ground.

Katsuki grabbed his hand after he let him in, tugging the taller boy upstairs and into his room, locking the door with a soft click. He turned to face his boyfriend, arms crossed over his face and one eyebrow raised, demanding an answer for this late night visit.

“I’m waiting.” he said, urging Shouto on.

Shouto knew Katsuki wasn’t mad at him, he always pulled this façade when he would come uninvited in the middle of the night, he just liked to tease him.

Todoroki got closer to him and untangled his arms, intertwining their fingers together and tucking his head in the crook of Bakugou’s neck.

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

He whispered, feeling the way Katsuki froze in his arms, chuckling lightly at the redness in his ears and the way he sputtered out curses at Shouto, blaming him for ‘always spouting bullshit like that outta nowhere’.

Shouto tightened his hold around his boyfriend, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek.

“But I did miss you. Wanted to hug you.” came out Todoroki’s muffled reply, face nuzzling further into the material of Bakugou’s hoodie.

“Stop saying embarrassing shit.” Katsuki muttered.

“But you told me to be more open about what I want.” Shouto said back, fingers going to rub at the back of his neck, feeling Bakugou lean his head backwards at the touch.

The blond wrapped his hands around his waist, pulling his closer and nosing at the side of his head, inhaling in the faint scent of peppermint and something floral.

“Did you change your shampoo?”

He found himself asking, completely forgetting about their previous conversation.

“No, it’s a new clothes softener Fuyumi bought. I quite like it, smells like cherry blossoms.”

Shouto’s soft voice said, eyes already heavy, Katsuki’s warm embrace lulling him dangerously close to sleep.

“Oi, don’t fall asleep on me.”

Bakugou warned, but moved his arm to tug at Todoroki’s thigh, signaling for him to jump into his arms, Katsuki carrying his boyfriend to his bed.

Shouto only hummed in protest when Katsuki retracted his arms from around him, hands extending to grab at him again and pull him into bed with him.

Bakugou let out an amused huff, pressing a quick peck to Todoroki’s forehead and pinching his cheek.

“I’m almost down with homework. Change into this.” he said and tossed the hoodie he was currently wearing at Shouto’s face, leaving him in just a black tank top.

The older boy returned to his opened notebooks, scribbling down the answers, stealing glances at his pretty boyfriend who had tossed his jacket on top of the dresser before putting on the hoodie. A smile was dancing on Katsuki’s lips when he saw Shouto bury his face in the neck of the hoodie and inhaling in his scent, eyes closing as he settled under the covers.

His hair was all ruffled up, from the run here and from the fact that he kept the hood on, red and white locks spilling from under de dark material.

About 15 minutes later, Katsuki was done and closed his book, switching the lamp off and changing into his sleeping shorts, one knee nudging at Shouto’s side to move over and make space for him.

Todoroki opened his eyes and shot Bakugou a small smile, hazy eyes crinkling at the corners and moving over, lifting the covers so Katsuki could get in bed next to him.

Katsuki rolled on his side to lock eyes with Todoroki, red ones gazing into heterochromatic orbs, one hand coming to rest on his cheek.

He leaned forward until they noses touched, the two boys refusing to close their eyes as they watched each other, Shouto’s fingers playing with the hem of Katsuki’s tank top, palms half covered by the sleeves of the hoodie.

“Why didn’t you just call me instead of throwing rocks at my window. I thought you were done after that one time.”

Katsuki trailed in a quiet voice, rubbing his nose against Todoroki’s, his own hand finding Shouto’s under the sheets and interlocking their fingers, thumb caressing the skin of his hand.

Todoroki shifted his gaze shyly, recalling the first time he jogged to Katsuki’s house in the middle of the night, forgetting that he didn’t have his number, so he resorted to throwing pebbles at his window.

“I forgot my phone. I was in a hurry to get out.” he explained, squeezing Katsuki’s hand once.

“Your old man got mad?”

Katsuki asked, a hint of amusement in his tone, imagining that old bastard’s bewildered and ugly mug when he saw Shouto run out of the house without sparing him another glance.

“Mhm. He said he was locking me out of the house.” he felt Bakugou squeeze his hand back.

“Screw him, he always says that and then acts like he didn’t yell at you the moment you step inside that house.” the blond stated and went to kiss Shouto softly on the lips, silencing whatever words the younger was about to utter.

Shouto sighed into his mouth, feeling himself melt under Katsuki’s touch, his free hand coming to tangle in blond locks. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, the flutter of Bakugou’s eyelashes tickling his cheeks, a warm hand grasping his hip under the hoodie.

They pulled back to catch their breaths, both boys smiling at each other, Shouto,s eyes still closed, too blissed out from the kiss, heart thrumming in his chest, lips tingling from the contact.

“Are my kisses that boring that they put you to sleep, shortcake?”

Katsuki teased and pressed another kiss to his pink lips before going to kiss his cheeks, knowing how much Shouto adored when he would peck his blushing cheeks. Todoroki let out a breathy laugh at his commentary.

“The word you’re looking for is ‘mind blowing’” he replied, squeezing his hand a second time that night, feeling Katsuki’s fingers wiggle against the back of his palm.

“You’re such a sap.”

Said Bakugou, once again returning the hand squeeze and lifting his head to kiss him on the forehead, Todoroki’s fingers grasping at the neck of his shirt to tug him back down and press another kiss to his lips.

“Go to sleep, Shouto. We’re waking up early tomorrow to go on a jog.”

Katsuki informed him, pulling his boyfriend until he was completely on top of him, Shouto burying his face in his shoulder, legs tangling together. The younger only groaned at that, smiling when he felt a flick to his forehead then fingers pulling back the hood on his head before carding through his hair.

He squeezed Katsuki’s hand a third time, the older boy squeezing it back before they both fell asleep.

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Bakugou was huffing and trudging down the Gym Gamma hallways, heading to the locker rooms, both gauntlets in one hand while he was holding his other one near his torso. Wincing at the pulsing pain of his injury, he cursed when he saw red splotches of blood falling on the floor tiles.

Pushing the door open with his foot, he set his gauntlets on the bench and going through his locker to find the first aid kit.

He felt another flash of pain when he accidentally touched his arm to the cold locker, grabbing his wrist with his uninjured hand to stop his arm from moving.

He shouldn’t have been so careless during their training, he scolded himself, knowing that if getting injured due to his own mistakes wasn’t hero like behavior.

Cursing again when he couldn’t find the kit, he slammed the door of his locker and plopped on the bench, eyes roaming over his injury, examining the state of his arm, mulling over the thought of going to Recovery Girl.

“Bakugou?” he heard a deep voice call out his name, recognizing it in an instant. It was the same voice that followed his thoughts through the whole day and before he would go to sleep.

Scowling at the feel of heat crawling up his cheeks, Bakugou looked up at the door where Todoroki was standing, a worried expression on his face. Not something Katsuki saw every day.

“What the fuck do you want, halfie?” he spat out, grasping his wrist harder as his eyes scrunched at the pain.

“Are you okay?” the idiot asked, daring to come closer to Bakugou, his gaze falling onto the blond’s arm that was covered in blood.

“I’m fine. Now leave, you’re only stressing me out more.” he tried to get away from the other boy.

Bakugou was not about to deal with the pain in his arm from the injury and the pain in his heart from Todoroki’s presence.

“Aizawa sent me to check up on you. You didn’t have to storm like that out of the gym, your stubborn behavior is only causing you more pain.”

Todoroki said, settling his hands on his knees, looking at Bakugou’s face.

“I don’t need your unnecessary lecturing.” Bakugou growled, frown deepening as the blood soaked his pants.

“But I can-“ Todoroki started, only to get interrupted by Katsuki’s angry remark.

“Leave or shut the fuck up, icyhot!”

There was a pause, the two boys stared at each other, Todoroki measuring him with his gaze, sighing again at the blond’s hardheaded personality.

Katsuki thought he finally got rid of the halfie bastard when he saw him get up, but his eyebrows scrunched in confusion and annoyance when he saw him round the wooden bench and head to his own locker, rummaging through it.

Todoroki came bac with a first aid kit and settled back down next to Bakugou, closer to him this time, settling the kit on his lap and opening the bandages.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, dumbass?”

Katsuki rasped out, trying to shuffle away from him, but the movement sent more flashes of pain through his body, forcing him to stop and resign.

“Treating your injury. Since you can’t do it by yourself and you seem to not want to go to Recovery Girl to fix you up, I’ll do it.”

He explained, going to take Bakugou’s injured arm into his own hand, the shorter boy flinching as this and letting out a pained wail when he snatched his own arm away from Todoroki.

“Back off, idiot. I don’t need your help.” he tried again, thinking hopelessly that he could push Todoroki away from him and away from his heart.

“Stop being stubborn, Bakugou. You’re dripping blood all over the floor.” but Todoroki always find a way to sneak his way back to him.

“I don’t give a damn.” he was being ridiculous at this point.

He should just let Todoroki take care of his injury, but he just couldn’t let himself so open and vulnerable in front of him or anybody else. Another sigh from Todoroki.

“At least let me clean it. It’s going to get infected.”

Todoroki’s voice was close to sounding like he was giving up, defeated tone curling around Bakugou’s ears and tugging at his heartstrings, making the blond accept his fate and shift himself until his arm was cradled into Todoroki’s cold and warm hands.

The taller boy got to work and gently dabbed the edges of the wound with a cotton ball  damped in disinfectant, right hand cooling the other side of his arm to stop any potential swelling.

He was careful and methodic with everything he did, never tugging or rubbing too hard at his arm.

And Bakugou found himself silently watching Todoroki’s (pretty) stupid face as he dressed his arm, throat going dry when he got a peek at his tongue came to lick his lips, before he shook his head back to get the hair out of his face.

Katsuki found himself raising his free hand to brush the red locks away, hand freezing midair at what he just did.

“Thanks.” Todoroki seemed to not be affected at all at the unexpected touch, but the blush on the back of his neck said otherwise.

The dual haired boy finished dressing the injury, scanning his arm to see if there were any more spots to cover or clean, before he smiled to himself.

Bakugou was about to pull back his arm when Todoroki lifted it and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss against his bandages. Katsuki almost fainted.

“Wh-what the fuck was that?” he wheezed out, feeling like he couldn’t breathe all of a sudden.

“My mother used to kiss my wounds after I would injure myself outside. She said that it helped with the healing process.”

He said, as if what he did was normal and Bakugou wasn’t about to explode his face. He considered flipping Todoroki with the bench and then ducking him on the head with it, but he found himself laughing at his words, fingers flicking his forehead.

“You’re such an idiot.” he said, but there was no harshness to the words, fondness creeping into his tone.

“I’m not the one with the injured arm here.” he teased back, pointing to Bakugou’s bandaged hand.

“You will if you don’t shut your mouth, halfie.”

“I know you will take care of me if I get injured.” Katsuki’s eyes widened at the bold statement, cursing at how right Todoroki was.

“In your dreams, candy cane.” he huffed, eyes casting downwards.

“Does that mean I won’t get you to kiss my wound?” the taller boy said with an amused tone, getting up and offering Bakugou a hand to help him up. Katsuki grabbed it and smirked at him.

“If you’re quiet I might actually consider it.”

Todoroki didn’t shut up after that, but Bakugou realized he didn’t actually mind that much hearing his voice, as they both headed to the dorms, one of Todoroki’s hand holding Katsuki’s uninjured hand and the other carrying his gauntlets.

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Shouto learned to never hold Bakugou’s hand with his left one without double checking. It was a sunny morning, the two boys were going to class walking close to each other.

It was still early into their relationship, both Todoroki and Bakugou choosing to not show any type of physical affection outside of their dorms.

It wasn’t that they were afraid of the other’s opinions, they didn’t care about that, but it was easier to keep things between them for now, until they get more comfortable to express their feelings in public.

But there was no one else now, as they strolled down the pavement towards UA. The two would usually wake up earlier than the rest of their classmates and head to class, enjoying the quietness of the early hours together.

Taking advantage of this, Shouto leaned his body closer to Katsuki, tentatively brushing the back of his hand against his, hoping that his boyfriend would get the idea and clasp their hands together.

There weren’t any other students to see or tease them, so they could easily get away with this.

Bakugou was busy complaining about the prank Kaminari and Sero pulled on him the day before, when the two boys messed with his gauntlets, earning them a few explosions in their faces.

Todoroki was looking ahead as they walked, sparing glances at the blond boy beside him, offering apologetic smiles at his stories that ended up with his friend group getting mauled by Bakugou.

“You could try and be nicer to them.”

Todoroki suggested, laughing at his own words, knowing Katsuki wouldn’t even spare a second considering this.

“Hah! As if, those bastards rile me up on purpose. They’re doing it to themselves.” the blond replied, raising one of his hands to let it sparkle in front of Shouto to emphasize his words.

Todoroki only sighed, shaking his head and rounding the corner as they entered the UA campus. There were a few students at the front doors, but that was it. Shouto’s hand was tingling, fingers wiggling and fidgeting with his pants, the desire to hold Katsuki’s hand growing stronger as they approached the entrance.

Shouto took one last glance at his boyfriend, a smile on his lips as he caught his eyes already looking his way.

That pushed Todoroki to finally hold his hand, fingers brushing against his wrist and snaking around Bakugou’s own, intertwining their fingers.

It was nice, for a few seconds, until he pressed their palms together and he felt his right side act up, clashing with the sweat on Katsuki’s hand. Several heads turned in their direction at the loud noise of the explosion.

“What the fuck was that?” Bakugou yelled in between coughs, hand trying to clear out the smoke in the air.

“I just wanted to hold your hand.” Shouto replied, ignoring the stares of the other students while trying to control his fire side, right hand cooling himself. Maybe he should ask beforehand next time.

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They’ve gotten better at this. Now Shouto only stood on Bakugou’s right side only when it was cold outside, avoiding getting his left hand in contact with Katsuki’s sweat. They were currently at the mall, their classmates having dragged them here.

“It’ll be fun, guys! It’s been a while and we can all have fun at the mall!”

Mina said enthusiastically, pleading eyes looking up at Todoroki as he helped Bakugou set the table that night for dinner.

Kaminari came to her side, insisting that “we’re going to have a blast, dudes! You gotta come with us.”

And so they agreed, more like, Shouto agreed for both him and Bakugou. He was trying to open up more to his friends, and hanging out with them was a good opportunity for that.

But there was one problem, neither of them were good with crowds, nor very excited to hang out in places filled with ‘stupid extras’ as Katsuki likes to call them. Todoroki and Bakugou were walking slower than the rest of the group, content with trailing behind them for now.

They’ve visited way too many shops and food stalls, and, to be honest, Todoroki was getting tired.

A nap sounded really inviting right now, his mind drifting to his comfortable futon back at the dorms.

He shifted his gaze to look at Bakugou, who seemed to be more annoyed at the crowd than exhausted with everything that was going on around them. Shouto wondered how he could help his boyfriend, his knowledge of comforting others not that vast.

Pursing his lips, he looked ahead at Kaminari and Sero playfully pushing each other, at Midoriya who has gotten better at talking to Uraraka without turning into a stuttering mess, at Jirou who was currently zapping Kaminari with her earphone jacks, he probably flirted with her again, at Iida who-

His head snapped downwards at his pinky finger which was curled around Bakugou’s, the blond sporting a very obvious blush on his face, red eyes averting Shouto’s.

The taller boy smiled at the sight, turning his palm to grab Bakugou’s hand properly, squeezing it for good measure.

“Tired?” he asked quietly, leaning closer to Katsuki.

“I hate crowds.” he huffed, squeezing Todoroki’s hand back, tugging him even closer until their shoulders touched.

So Bakugou was affected by this as well. Shouto felt relieved that he wasn’t the only one with a problem like this one, getting overwhelmed by social situations and the buzzing of people everywhere.

He continued to hold Katsuki’s hand until they went back to their dorms, feeling good that he could help his boyfriend, realizing that the contact also helped him.

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It’s been a few months since they started dating, maybe a few of their classmates knew, but it didn’t really bother them. They were sitting down at a café, Shouto drinking some sort of marshmallow hot chocolate, heterochromatic eyes looking at Bakugou across the table as he talked.

Todoroki wasn’t exactly listening, too entrances by the handsome in front of him, the ruby eyes who flickered in the dim light of the sun, the purse of his lips when he would take a sip of his own drink, complaining about the sweetness of it, the calloused fingers holding the cup.

Shouto really wanted to hold his hand, but they were in public, and they sometimes encountered reporters. He didn’t want to make Katsuki uncomfortable, so he tried his best to keep his hands glued to his own cup.

“I’ll try my new move in the upcoming training."

Bakugou said, he was probably talking about the latest strategy he put together while he was working on his gauntlets this weekend Shouto guessed.

“Well then, I’m looking forward to sparing with you again, Katsuki.”

He said, heart thrumming at the sight of Bakugou’s grin widening on his face. There was something really exciting about seeing him get all fired up. Or it was probably just Shouto’s twisted taste.

“I won’t be going easy on you, Sho.”

“I wasn’t expecting it.”

They continued their conversation, not minding that the sun was setting and people were filtering out of the café. It was finally one of their free days and they wanted to enjoy it together for as long as they could.

Shouto almost didn’t notice the hand that was inching closer to his, warm fingers touching his and pulling his hand closer.

“You were staring again.” Katsuki whispered amused, eyes looking over the light blush settling on Todoroki’s cheeks.

Shouto had a habit of staring at Bakugou’s hands whenever he wanted to hold them but couldn’t, the blond too observant to not pick up on it.

His right hand clasped over Shouto’s open palm, tickling at the inside of it before slotting his fingers between his, the dual haired boy sensing a warmth swirling in his chest at the contact.

“But we’re in public…” he wanted to say but his boyfriend cut him off.

“So what? Let them stare, you’re mine, pretty boy.” and with that he got up, having already paid for their drinks, and pulled Shouto outside, taking him to the nearby park.

Katsuki didn’t let go of his hand even as they arrived in the park and sat down on a bench, the two boys staring up at the starry sky, hands interlocked between them.

He didn’t let go even when they passed the dorm gates, going through the front door, stopping for Shouto to tell Midoriya to meet him tomorrow for a study session, heading to the elevator as Katsuki pressed the button for Shouto’s floor.

Katsuki only let go when they arrived at Todoroki’s door, the younger boy turning to kiss his lips and whisper a quiet ‘good night, Katsuki baby’ before he opened the door and slipped inside, both of their hands tingling, still aching to feel the other’s touch.

Shouto could get used to this.

Chapter Text

Todoroki’s presence was warm next to Bakugou, the two pro-heroes coming back from their evening patrol.

Todoroki had a habit of walking Katsuki to his apartment after their joint patrols, claiming that he wanted to make sure ‘Bakugou was safe’. It’s not like Bakugou was a pro-hero as well, and can perfectly take care of himself, and they both know it, but he was not about to complain about more time spent with Todoroki.

They arrived at the front door of Katsuki’s apartment, the blond fumbling with the keys in the darkness of the hallway. The landlord better fix the damn lights, he was getting tired of searching blindly for his keys when he would accidentally drop them on the floor.

He pushed the door open, switching the lights on, dropping his gauntlets next to the entrance.

“Come in for a bit, I have to give you those reports.”

He told Todoroki, motioning for him with a sway of his hand, Bakugou’s form disappearing in one of the rooms. Shouto closed the door behind him and waited near it, rocking on his heels as he waited for Bakugou.

His apartment always seemed more inviting and homey than Todoroki’s one. Shouto’s place wasn’t decorated with books and comics on shelves, plants on the windowsill and balcony, pictures on the walls, he wasn’t good with that kind of stuff.

His apartment almost looked like no one lived there, with how bare and monochrome everything was. Bakugou’s apartment was always warm and it smelled like his home cooking and the faint cologne he used, Todoroki always felt drawn to this place from the first time he placed foot inside.

Walking Bakugou home from patrol was an excuse for him to spend more time with the explosive hero, to feel like they were more than just co-workers at the same agency, and maybe more than friends.

But it was never like that, Shouto shook his head, scolding himself for thinking such things whilst inside Bakugou’s home.

“I got ‘em.” he heard Bakugou’s voice, seeing the blond walk towards him with a big plastic envelope containing the reports.

Shouto offered a small smile, taking the papers from his hand, lingering for a bit to feel the warmth of Bakugou’s fingers brushing against the tips of his own.

They stood there, looking at each other, Todoroki’s hand raised with the files in it, Bakugou fidgeting with his gloves. Todoroki didn’t want to leave. Bakugou didn’t want him to leave. But, it was wrong to want that, wasn’t it?

They shouldn’t feel like this, they were pro-heroes. There were more important things that pursuing a measly relationship that might just distract them from hero work. Right?

“I should go, it’s getting late.”

Todoroki offered in a quiet voice, looking at the non-existent watch on his wrist, cursing himself for his stupidity, and watched as Bakugou’s face fell slightly, eyes casting down in, was that disappointment?

“Yeah, I guess.” he replied, taking his gloves off completely, glancing at the clock on his wall. 9pm.

“Then, I’ll see you tomorrow at the agency. Good night, Bakugou!”

Todoroki said and turned to open the door, close to walking out of the apartment.

Katsuki felt like he should do something about this. Do something to stop that infuriatingly beautiful man from leaving. Do something to calm the thundering in his chest and the doubts swirling in his mind.

He was Bakugou Katsuki after all, if he wanted something he will make sure he achieves it.

And Todoroki was no exception.

“Wait!” Katsuki shouted, probably a bit too loud. Todoroki turned back so fast he had to steady himself while grabbing the doorhandle, curious eyes locking with Bakugou’s red ones.

“Do you want to stay over…for dinner?” He asked, voice wavering towards the end, feeling his ears burn.

Shouto’s eyes lit up and a smile found place on his face, closing the door a second time and taking off his shoes.

“Of course, Bakugou.”

“You can go take a shower while I start dinner.”

The blond said and headed to the kitchen trying to control the rapid beating of his heart, palms lightly slapping at his cheeks.

He shouldn’t get so worked up about this. This was just a friendly offering.

They were just two friends eating dinner. Made by Bakugou. At 9pm.

While Todoroki is taking a shower.

Shit he doesn’t have clothes to change into.

Todoroki did a good job at not passing out on the spot when he heard Bakugou’s words. This never happened before, they don’t hang out like this. It’s usually their other friends who initiate hang outs like this one.

Bakugou and Todoroki never…invite each other over like this, though, Todoroki has been hoping that this would happen. Walking Bakugou home was the best habit he picked up.

After finishing his shower, Shouto stepped out onto the white rug, freezing in place when he realized he had no other clothes besides his hero costumes, which was covered in dust and debris.

Costume which he left outside the bathroom like he would do at his own place.

Maybe Bakugou should have knocked. Or not go inside at all. But he did, thinking that Shouto was still in the shower, with the curtain pulled to cover his naked form from Katsuki’s eyes, but it was not. Todoroki was in the middle of his bathroom, wet hair dripping water down his collarbones and chest, cheeks flushed from the shower, mouth open in surprise. Fuck.

“I brought you some clothes.”

Bakugou rasped out, lifting his head to look at the ceiling, a furious blush settling on his face.

He had no idea why he suddenly got shy at seeing Todoroki’s naked body. It wasn’t like they didn’t see each other change in the locker rooms at the hero agency and in high school on top of that. But, this was different. Todoroki was naked, in Bakugou’s apartment.

“I-uh- thanks.” Todoroki replied in a small voice, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.

After the shower episode, the two heroes sat down at the table and ate dinner, Shouto occasionally praising Bakugou’s cooking, like he always did back in highschool when he had the chance of eating whatever the blond prepared.

Todoroki had no idea what he was supposed to do after they finished eating, it’s not like Bakugou invited him to stay the night…or did he? His question was answered when Bakugou told him to make himself comfortable on the couch because they’ll be watching a movie.

Maybe he was going to stay the night.

He settled down on the cushions, relaxing into the fluffy pillows and the soft material of Bakugou’s clothes. They were a bit large on his, especially at the chest and thigh area, but they smelled of burnt sugar and Bakugou’s detergent, so Shouto wasn’t complaining.

Maybe Bakugou was digging his own grave with lending Todoroki clothes to wear. He had to avert his eyes way too many times from how they fit on Todoroki’s body.

How the collar of the t-shirt was hanging low, showing the length of his neck, his pale collarbones and a peek of his chest, how his sweatpants were large at the thighs but clung to Todoroki’s ass- He should stop. It might be difficult to keep his hands to himself tonight.

The blond sat down on the couch next to Todoroki, putting on some action movie the younger wasn’t familiar with, but insisted that if Bakugou liked it, it must be good then.

They started off with sitting not too close to each other, but, as time passed and the clock hands ticked away signaling the late hours of the night, they shifted closer to each other until their shoulders touched.

Bakugou jumped at the touch, head turning to look at Todoroki who had a nervous look on his face, fingers playing in his lap.

“Is this okay?”

Todoroki was feeling bold that night. He was in Bakugou’s apartment, wearing Bakugou’s clothes, he just finished dinner made by Bakugou. He wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. He’ll take as much as Bakugou was willing to give him.

“Uh s-sure.” damn his stutter. Katsuki never stuttered.

Yet in Todoroki’s presence, he always found himself doing things he never thought he was capable of. Like what he was about to do now.

Cautiously, Bakugou raised his left arm, trying to be as subtle as he could about it, and draped it over the back of the couch, inching it closer to Todoroki until it rested on his shoulders. He felt like he might explode, but not like he usually does.

“Okay?”

Katsuki whispered in Todoroki’s ear, hoping the other wouldn’t say no because Katsuki felt so good like this, his chest so full of warmth.

“Mhm.” Todoroki hummed and let his head fall onto Bakugou’s shoulder, hands resting dangerously close to his thigh.

They fell asleep on the couch. Todoroki really didn’t intend to do so, but Bakugou was so warm and comfortable, and his hand started rubbing his shoulder and- he was weak. Katsuki on the other hand, didn’t feel that bad about falling asleep.

He finally had Todoroki in his arms, mind you the dual haired hero moved in his sleep and fell onto Bakugou’s chest, hands going around his waist, so this was the best setting for going to sleep, in Katsuki’s opinion. Nothing could beat this.

Bakugou woke up a few hours later, the chill from the opened window stirring him awake from his slumber.

He groaned as he arched his back, the couch not providing a very comfortable nor straight surface to fall asleep on. He stopped for a moment when he realized Todoroki was latching onto him, soft snores and warm breath fanning over Katsuki’s neck.

Should he wake him up or-?

“Hey, halfie! Wake up!” he tried, but the taller man would not budge. He was in a completely different universe at this point.

So Katsuki did another impulsive thing. He reached around Shouto and lifted him in his arms, taking him to his bedroom.

He was not about to go back to sleep on that couch, and Todoroki didn’t seem like he was letting go anytime soon.

It was just convenient like this. Placing him gently on the bed, Todoroki stirred in his sleep, eyebrows scrunching together when the blond detangled his hands from around him.

“Bakugou…” he heard Todoroki’s voice call out after him. He was still asleep, but his hands were searching for Bakugou, fingers grasping at the material of his shirt.

“I’m here. Go back to sleep, baby.”

Fuck where did that come from? He really hoped Todoroki was indeed asleep cause he has no idea how he’ll explain that. 

The other hero seemed to calm down after that, snuggling closer into the pillows, body leaning towards Bakugou’s when the blond settled into bed next to him.

Bakugou watched his pretty face, hands aching to touch, to feel, to tangle his fingers through that silky long hair. Instead of touching Shouto’s face like a creep, Katsuki reached down to grab his hand instead, smiling at the small touch of their palms and at the warmth of Todoroki’s left hand.

His heart was beating so fast that it made Bakugou think he might wake up the other with how loud it thrummed in his ears.

He felt a squeeze at his hand and fingers intertwining with his. Raising his eyes to look at Todoroki’s face, he was startled by two heterochromatic eyes looking back at him.

He let out a small gasp, trying to pull his hand back but Todoroki tugged it back, keeping it in his own hand.

“I-I thought you were asleep.” he tried to find an excuse for his very weird behavior but he had no escape.

“I was, but your shuffling around woke me up.”

He replied slowly, a lazy smile on his lips, eyes admiring Bakugou’s face. He was so beautiful in the moonlight, hair ruffled from how he was laying down.

Bakugou wanted to stammer out some sort of excuse, or at least attempt again to take his hand back, but Todoroki interrupted him.

“It’s late, go to sleep, baby.” he said, a smug grin on his face.

Bakugou blinked once. Then twice. And he was going to blink again but he saw Shouto lean closer to him, eyes shifting down to his lips.

Katsuki closed his eyes and didn’t open them again when he felt Todoroki’s mouth on his own, soft lips moving against his.

He pulled back a few beats later, before pecking him on the mouth again and again, until they started laughing under the blanket.

They were two idiots.

Bakugou doesn’t regret inviting him to stay over and Todoroki sure as hell doesn’t regret agreeing to it.