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Why does my head feel like this?'
Bakugou held his forehead, the hot skin pounding.
'Oh god no.' He grit his teeth. 'Which fucking extra gave me a fever!' He internally screamed.
He rolled his eyes and lied on his pillow, defeated. Everything in his body hurt, and his mom would definitely kill him if he went to class in this condition.
Wait, since when did he care about that old hags opinion?
He scoffed, 'I'm fine.' He tiredly pulled on his outfit, his sore body killing him.
Sluggishly, he dragged himself to class, sitting down with a big thump.
Aizawa's face was turning into a blob the more he talked, and his words sounded like mush. He lied his head on his desk, feeling his eyes droop lazily over his eyes.
The pounding in his head was enough to convince him to close his eyes, needing a break from the bright sun shining in his eyes.
...
He felt a hand shake him, but his eyes remained closed, refusing to open."Hey, Bakugo." He felt the soft hand laid their knuckles on his forehead.
"Fever boy, wake up." The gently shook his shoulders, making his eyes open slightly.
"Oi! icy-hot, shut it." He grimaced at the way his body shivered when he talked.
"Too tired to yell? Surprising." Cold hands touched his head, momentarily relieving his headache.
"Stop touching me!" he growled. Gentle eyes peered down at him, a slight smile forming on Todoroki's face.
"Dog."
He sat up, his hands balled up in fists. "The fuck does that mean!" His hand reached up to Bakugou's face, and before he could bat it away, Todoroki squeezed his cheek.
"Ruff ruff, doggy."
"Oi! Don't tease me like that!"
"In what way am I allowed to tease you then?
"You make that sound-"
His hand silenced him.
"You need to rest, Bakugou-Kun. Look how sweaty you are."
"I'm always sweating-"
Todoroki interrupted, "Differently, you're shivering." He placed his hand on his cheek. Bakugou felt his already hot face, get red.
"Shivering dog." He scanned Bakugou's face.
"I'm not a dog, Icy-hot!" he grit his teeth. "What if I called you a cat!?"
"Kinda endearing, if you ask me." He grinned. "Are you flirting with me?"
Bakugou was left shocked, his face getting excessively hot.
"No! you should learn what flirting sounds like, tch." He scoffed at the socically inept student.
Instead of getting defensive like how Bakugou's friends would get, he gently pat his shoulder, calmly looking down at him.
"Let me guide you to your room."
"Eh, I can do that on my own!"
"You look white. What if you faint?" He grabbed his arm, gently pulling him up. "We can't have that. Then you'll fall on your head, and get dumber."
"Icy-hot I swear to go-"
"I'm just kidding."
"Good."
"You're already that level of dumb." He got slapped over the head, but giggled softly, a tone that Bakugou hadn't heard from him. He grabbed Bakugou's hand, making him freeze.
"Let's go, I need to get you medicine."
Bakugou made a face, grossed out. "I'm fine! I don't need medicine, urgh!"
He placed his hand over the shorter boys head, gently brushing his hair out of the way.
"You feel, and sound, like you're running a high fever."
"How do I sound-" his voice cracked
Todoroki giggles at the louder boys attempt at seeming tough.
"Bakugou-kun, could you sit on that desk?" He pointed at his own in the back.
"Betcha stare at me or something...weirdo" Bakugou mumbled.
"Repeat?" a slight flush appeared on the taller boys cheek.
He shuffled on top of the desk. "I didn't say 'nothing." He stared off away from Todoroki's view, feeling two eyes burning into his skull.
Two hands touched his neck, making him jump. "The fuck are you doing!?"
A finger was placed on his lips, and a slight sh , was heard. Fingers massaged his neck, as if looking for something.
"I see... very swollen lymph nodes. Any chance you have a bad headache?'
'Asshole! thinks he's a fucking detective.'
"How the hell did you know that?! and why didn't just ask, instead of molesting my fucking neck, weirdo!" He raspily screamed.
He shrugged. "You wouldn't of said. Besides the point, you shouldn't scream, you're hurting yourself," A flustered Todoroki looked away and recollecting his thoughts before getting up from his kneeling position, "I-I mean, your hurting your throat." He cleared his throat, looking at the window instead of Bakugou.
'Fucking weirdo.'
"Take this." Todoroki gently placed a bento box onto Bakugou's lap. "It might taste bad, I'm not that great at cooking."
Bakugou felt his cheeks heat up and his stomach swirl like a million butterflies made their way in there.
"Thanks, I guess, Icy-hot." He looked up from his lap, peering at Todoroki for a second before the fluttery feeling in his stomach forced him to look back down at the bento box.
"We should go to your room now, or better the nurse."
"No nurse, bitch will call my mom, and the old hag will slander me to hell and back." He stuffed some noodles in his mouth, mentally try to escape the feeling budding in his chest.
'Not bad, needs to be spicier tho.'
"How is it?"
Bakugou jolted back to reality and hurriedly looked up. "How's what?" He mumbled in-between a slurp.
"The noodles."
"Not spicy." That didn't stop him from happily slurping them up.
"I-..I used a whole spice packet." He stared down in disbelief.
Bakugou looked back up accidentally intiating eye contact. "You think this is spicy?" He scoffed. He reached up to Todoroki's face, pulling down his lip. "Try it and tell me this is spicy."
His eyes widened and he looked around. "You're sick and I don't wanna-"
"Say ah~" Bakugou poked his lips with the chopstick. "What, are you a pussy?" He grinned.
"I blame you if I get sick." He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, chopsticks gently being put in his mouth. He opened his eyes, surprised to see Bakugou's hand floating underneath his chin, ready to catch dropping noodles.
He grimaced when the noodles touched the back of his throat.
Bakugo chuckled at the sour expression on Todoroki's face. "Icy-hot, you look so fucking stupid-" He laughed loudly, and unable to catch his breath, "I-Your face!"
"Too spicy." He grabbed his book bag, pulling out a small carton of strawberry milk, trying to extinguish the burning fire in his mouth.
"You need milk-tch! and you're a hero?" He bent over laughing, "And it's strawberry!"
"Bakugou-kun, I like your laugh." He sucked on the straw, speaking from the corner of his mouth.
Bakugo turned his face away from his classmate, not liking how it felt to be looked at in this position.
"You didn't answer my question earlier." He sucked on his straw.
"Eh? Oh, if I like the noodles?" Todoroki nodded gently. "They're alright."
"Glad they were "alright"." He pat his head, making Bakugou jump.
"Don't-Don't touch me, not like that!" He scoot away.
"If not in that way, then in what way?" Todoroki raised a brow.
"Oi! You have a dirty mind!" He fumbled with the edge of his uniform, sweating.
"I do?" he cocked his head, like a dog.
"Bet you watch porn every night or something!" He yelled accusatorily.
"So you fantasize about me watching erotic videos?"
"Oi!" He smacked Todoroki over the head. "I do not!"
"You act so childish, it's almost cute." He pinched Bakugou's face, a small smile plastered on his face.
"Ey! Stop calling me cute!" He touched his cheek. "I'm not cute at all!"
"So are you ugly, then?"
"No!" He scowled.
"Then I'll keep calling you cute." He leaned in closer to his face, looking him in the eyes. " 'Cause that's what you are, doggy."
"I'm not a dog!" He pouted in protest.
"Okay, cutie, we should get to your dorm, before Sensei Aizawa comes back in here." He grabbed his hand, pulling up way to fast, causing them to crash into each other.
"Ouch! Watch your fucking self!"
"I'll try. Though how would I do that, I can't really look down at myself, I really wish I cou-"
"Don't be smart with me!"
Todoroki grabbed his waist, pulling him to his side. "Smart would imply-no, state , that I'm intelligent, which I'm not." He shrugged.
"Don't fish for compliments, you already know you have some of the highest grades in the godforsaken school and that you excell at what you do!"
Todoroki looked to the side, scratching his head. "...I wasn't fishing for compliments, Katsuki."
"Who said you could use my name!"
"You don't even use mine , Baku-
"Ugh, now my last name sounds weird in your mouth! Fine you can say my name." He pouted his lip, defiantly.
Todoroki led him into the empty halls. "You sure are an enigma to my mind, Katsuki." Bakugou gripped at his arm harder. "Are you going to fall, Katsuki?"
Bakugou looked at the floor, feeling his head swirl around. "May-" His legs collapsed on him, but two hands quickly slid underneath them, picking him up.
He breathed hard, frustrated. Little tears pricked at his eyes. "Let me go-!" This was not the position he would like to be seen in.
"Sh.. it's okay." Todoroki whispered, as if he knew what he was doing. "Just relax, your going to make your head feel worse."
A small whimper escaped his lips, and a small tear escaped his eye, dripping down his cheek.
"It's okay. I won't tell." Bakugou felt Todoroki's heart speed up, and his breathing quicken, almost as if he didn't take nicely to situations like this. He placed a weak hand over where his heart, the pitter patter of Todoroki's heartbeat calming him down.
Todoroki peered down at Bakugou, seeing his hand just gently placed in his chest. He breathed in, the visual making him feel better.
He opened Bakugou's door with his foot, knowing he doesn't lock it or even, for that matter, close it.
"My head.." Bakugou groaned, leaning into Todoroki's chest.
Todoroki softly placed him down on the bed, pulling the blankets up and over him.
"Thermometer. Where is it?'
"...Kitchen." he grumbled, trying to comply because he was in pain.
'Fucking lord, nobody told you to be this nice.' He crossed his arms underneath his sheets.
Fingers pressed on his lips. "Open, Katsuki." Bakugou groaned but complied. Todoroki gently placed the thermometer under his toungue. He nervously paced for the minute it took for the thermometer to take his temperature. When the beep sounded off, he was the first to jump. He took it from Bakugou's hands before, he, the sick one himself, got to see it. He sat down on the floor near Bakugou's bed.
"Ey-What you so worried for?" He relaxed his head into his pillow, raising a brow.
"You've never had siblings, you won't understand." Todoroki looked down at the thermometer, holding his breath.
"What's it say?"
Todoroki slowly turns his head to him, his expression dark. "You went to school with a... 103 fever!" He yelled.
"You sound like my mom, Icy-hot."
"I might just call her."
"No, no, no! Do not call the witch!"
Todoroki rolled his eyes. "..So impolite to his own mother." He whispered to himself.
"Says the one who steals his dad credit card all.the.fucking.time."
"Wasn't talking to you." He peered up at Bakugou.
"Don't say my name if you ain't ta-" He coughed, wheezing.
"Katsuki, please don't stress your voice like that." He sighed, getting up and sitting next to Bakugou, peering down at him. "You're not going to able to speak, if you keep screaming like that."
"Stop acting like your my girlfriend-I don't need this gentle, taking care of thing!" Todoroki sighed, getting up. He looked away.
"I guess I'll be leaving then. But one thing, please take medicine." He placed a bottle of liquid medicine near him.
"Leaving!? Who said-"
Todoroki cocked his head. "Well, you don't want me to take care of you, meaning I have no business here."
"Oi!" He grabbed his wrist.
Todoroki gulped, still not looking at him.
"I'm not saying I need you- I just want you- No! that's not what I'm saying either! I need-want- I can't find the fucking words-I-"
Soft lips pressed into his, before quickly pulling away, leaving Bakugou to wonder why this happened. His stomach fluttered, the millions of butterflies, acting out.
Todoroki picked up his bag. "I should go." He gulped, trying to leave as quickly as possible.
Bakugou sprung up, pulling his sheets off. "Wait-!" He grabbed Todoroki arm, "Wait! I didn't say you could leave, especially after that!"
"Look, I am very sorry. I apologize for not only interupting your sentence but kis-"
Bakugou grabbed his neck, roughly pulling his lips back to his. His normal sharp eyes, fluttered down. Todoroki wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling him even closer. Their lips played tug of war, one trying to dominate the other.
Finally, they had to breathe. Todoroki pulled away, panting. He cupped Bakugou's cheek, enjoying the soft look he'd never sent before. The rosy cheeks, gentle eyes, and breathless face of Bakugou made his own cheeks flush.
"Oi! Stop looking at me like that!" He scrunched his nose up.
"Alright, Katsuki." He racked his hands through Bakugou's hair, because despite it's spiky appearance, it was silky soft.
"I like you a lot, Katsuki."
"I can tell, you're all over me." He let his hand hang over his shoulders.
"I'm gonna get sick, Katsuki."
"See, that's how much you lov-like me!"
"I like when you say that I love you, keep doing it, it's very cute."
Bakugou covered his face, hiding the blush. "I-Stop making me feel like this !" He grumbled.
Todoroki peeled his hands off his face, pecking his lips.
"Cute."