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Bakugo never liked to get involved. Feelings and shit weren't really his thing. They were confusing. The only time he would acknowledge them was around his stupid half and half boyfriend.
But maybe he would have to make an exception.
He was standing in the elevator alone, ready to go up to the top floor where half and half had the whole thing as his "private office"- more like his little relaxation spot where the shithead snuck off to take naps during the workday. It was like a mini apartment up there and no one else was allowed up there except for him and Shoto. Bakugo was only there because his modeling agency cancelled the photo shoot so he was going to see if Shoto wanted to get lunch.
But right as the doors were going to close, someone bumbled in, never taking a glance in his direction. Bakugo opened his mouth to yell at the bastard but stilled when he heard the guy sniffling. He must've thought he was in the elevator alone because soon enough a hiccup and a sob broke through his mouth. He was faced partly away from Bakugo but the ash blond saw how the man tried to desperately cover his face and wipe away his tears.
The ash blond only paused a moment before deciding to walk over and close the elevator to ensure no unwanted onlookers would see. His movements must've caught the guy's attention because soon enough his attention went to him.
And almost immediately were Bakugo's eyes fixated on the guy's face.
He- fuck he looked so pretty. Even if he was crying, he still managed to look cute. With those big doe eyes and freckles sprinkled on his chubby cheeks. Bakugo wanted to squish his face it was just so tempting. The guy was a bit chubby everywhere else too, which was honestly really fucking refreshing in Bakugo's opinion. Especially with him working in the modeling industry, all he sees is deathly skinny people with their bones practically on display.
Shoto wasn't necessarily skinny like that. He was lean and muscular. Of course Bakugo didn't mind it, he was his boyfriend after all, but it seems he realized he liked more than just Shoto's body type. He wanted to chase the warmth that surely radiated off of this guy- wait. No. What was Bakugo doing? This was a stranger. He had a boyfriend.
Yet, he couldn't just leave this guy. It was obvious he was having a shitty day. Not that Bakugo cared, of course, but he wasn't about to let this guy walk around in a coffee stained shirt.
Just as he was going to press the button to the top floor, the guy spoke up.
"'M sorry...." He murmured quietly, "I'll head out..." the guy tried to press the open button on the elevator with one arm while the other one was preoccupied with trying to wipe away his tears.
"No. Just-" Bakugo's words seemed to prevent the man from pressing the button. "What's the point? You have to go up anyways, don't you?" He finished in a mumble. They were only on the first floor so there was really no place else to go.
"R-Right.." the guy stuttered in reply. Bakugo, noticing the greenette had calmed down a little and Bakugo grunted, resuming his task of pressing the button to the top floor.
The previous calm guy began to panic once more, "Wh- Wrong floor!" was all he could sputter out. "Th-that floor is for Mr. Todoroki only- we're not allowed up there you must be new uhm- okay it's fine we can just click another floor before it takes us up there-"
"Oi, stop your mumbling," Bakugo snapped. He sighed and went to fix his outfit. After he had done so, he looked up to the chubby greenette with a smirk, "I know the guy and he says he needs you up there. You're..." Bakugo sifted through his memory, trying to remember the name of the worker Shoto had talked about so much. "...Deku, right?"
"No- er- um.. Midoriya Izuku..." he replied, scooting away and distancing himself from Bakugo like he was a fucking parasite. Which he was not.
Bakugo tried to fix it. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out when Deku- he decided to call him- had reached forwards and pressed floor five on the elevator.
"What are you doing?" Bakugo hissed, looking up at the greenette. Deku's attention went to him. "I just told ya there's a guy that needs you up there," Bakugo was so close to just pinning this guy against the wall and keeping him there so he won't move.
So he can't leave.
"I- I don't want to get in trouble with my b-boss," Deku glanced to the floor, "I have a lot of work to do."
Bakugo blinked up at the man. He watched him fidget as his eyes trailed up to the floor counter, probably itching to get out of the elevator.
But Bakugo won't let him. He's not going to let this cute guy out of his site. He knew Shoto was poly anyways so Bakugo can just drop the hint and see if Shoto will pick up on it, right?
Even so, Bakugo was going to go with his gut. He stepped in front of the elevator door when it opened on the fifth floor, gracefully telling the people waiting and trying to get in to "fuck off".
He knew Deku was still trying to get out but he managed to stall long enough for the elevator to close back up.
"Can I please go....?"
Bakugo looked back over and the man looked stressed, like he was going to cry again. "Hah? I already told you that Shoto needs you up there. From what I can tell Shoto's in charge of your boss so if that bastard has any problems tell him to bother Shoto." He wasn't the best at reassuring people, he knew that by the way Deku's nerves still didn't ease up. Bakugo sighed and walked forwards a bit, getting a little closer to Deku. "Look. You're having a shitty day. Work seems to be fucking stressing you out and working even harder than you are now isn't going to do shit. So just come with me and I'll show you a place you can rest. I know Shoto personally."
Deku looked worried, "Rest? But I thought Mr. Todoroki needed me for work-"
"I just told you that so you would come along, okay?" Bakugo grumbled, "Damn."
The rest of the ride was silent. Though Bakugo couldn't help smirking when he saw Deku wiping his face and letting a small smile appear on his face for a second.
"Oh wow..."
Todoroki turned at the unfamiliar voice. Well, not unfamiliar but rather it wasn't Katsuki. And as far as he knew he only gave him permission to step foot on the floor. His employees knew to message him or make a request to meet with him. And it's not like Katsuki would bring-
...Midoriya. Wait. What was he doing here? Todoroki didn't mind but- well actually watching the way Midoriya awed at the place made Todoroki one hundred percent sure that it was fine- he had to wonder why Katsuki, or rather how, he found the greenette.
He caught Midoriya's eyes and the greenette jolted, a bit stiff when he bowed down immediately afterwards, "I apologize for the intrusion, Mr. Todoroki! I- I should've known better. I'm not sure why I'm up here, actually I should probably stop talking and just walk out and get those papers filed out I was only supposed to take a quick coffee break but then that happened in the break room and then I got distracted and-"
Todoroki stopped him mid sentence when he reached his hand forwards, having walked up to Midoriya while the other was talking, and tilted the greenette's head up to face him from where it was facing the floor previously. He tried to ignore the way tears rimmed the corner of his eyes and the way he was shaking, but it was too noticeable not to- well- notice.
"You're fine, Midoriya. If Katsuki brought you here it must've been for good reason, right?" Todoroki asked softly. It was a tone usually reserved for Katsuki but as of late he used it around Midoriya whenever they were alone.
With his hand still under Midoriya's chin, Todoroki felt the urge to move his hand up and thumb away the tears that were threatening to spill over those green eyes. He resisted the urge, dropping his hand and watching Midoriya slowly stand up all the way. Todoroki had to look up at him now.
Midoriya nodded a bit hesitantly in agreement, replying to what Todoroki had said.
Todoroki wanted to ask why Midoriya was here, more so he wanted to ask Katsuki that question but he paused when seeing the smudges inder Midoriya's eyes. Dark circles.
"I- Midoriya, I apologize if this is a bit personal-" Todoroki wasn't entirely sure if it was or wasn't but he figured he should apologize in advance, "-but how many hours have you worked this week?"
Midoriya, having almost recovered from his nerves, had looked at him in confusion.
"Probably way too many," Katsuki spoke up, "We're gonna fix that though, right Deku?"
"Huh?" Midoriya murmured, "I'm not sure about that...analyzing the data from last quarter and trying to crunch the numbers is going to take a while....I should probably get going."
"I dragged you all the way up here just so-"
Todoroki effectively cut off his boyfriend, "Are you sure?" He didn't want to let Midoriya go but he supposed he couldn't force him to stay either. If they did force him to then Midoriya might not want to willingly stay by or near them again.
They couldn't afford that.
He gave Katsuki a look and the ash blond huffed quietly. He collected himself- surprisingly, Todoroki thought- and spoke to Midoriya. "You have to promise to come back though, alright Deku?"
"Okay Kacchan.-"Todoroki nearly laughed at the slight widening of his boyfriends eyes, "-It was nice meeting you. I mean it. Thank you for helping me... And it was nice seeing you again, Mr. Todoroki."
"Shoto is fine," Todoroki corrected. He really wanted to sway him to stay but Midoriya looked set on going back to his cubicle to get his work done. So they watched him go off and onto the elevator, Midoriya waving at them cutely before the elevator shut.
Katsuki went and slung his arm over Todoroki's shoulder, just to lean in and whisper in his ear, "I found that 'gift' you said was hidden in the office, you fucker."
Todoroki turned his head so their faces were inches apart when he whispered back, "Then why don't we play a game with your gift?"
"Midoriya."
The greenette felt a little wary at the call of his name, especially knowing who's voice it came from. He glanced over to look at the head of their department, or, his boss. He hoped it wasn't about him almost falling asleep during one of their meetings. He couldn't help it though! Not that the meeting was boring but in all honesty he hasn't had the best sleep schedule since- ...since a year ago..?
His days were always filled up with things to do and eventually his 6 hour sleep schedule turned into a "4-or-3-hours-should-be-enough" sleep schedule. That also came along with his messed up diet. Either he only ate junk food while at the office because of the vending machines or he just forgot to eat. But it's not like that was important.
People only cared if he got his work done, after all.
"Yes...?" He tried to ask with as much composure as possible.
His boss stared at him for a moment before grumbling, "Pack up your things-"
Midoriya's heart dropped. Was he getting fired? Was it because of him actually falling asleep? Did he fall asleep? Sometimes he couldn't remember. Maybe it was because he accidentally wrote something down he wasn't supposed to and included that in a report that he had made or-
"-Mr. Todoroki wants to see you in his office. He instructed me to tell you to bring all of your work materials," his boss finished. He seemed like he despised that idea, his face looking as if he was trying not to grit his teeth together in anger.
Midoriya looked at him wide-eyed for a split second, yelping a far too loud, "Alright!" when he stood up abruptly.
His face burned red at the disapproving looks, the glares, and the eye rolls sent his way after that. He didn't want to let it get to him but he felt a familiar burning in his throat and tears making his vision blurry for the briefest moment. He wiped them away shortly thereafter.
Gathering his stuff and making a quick escape to the elevator to avoid making an even bigger fool of himself.
Once inside, he took a moment to think of everything while the elevator started to ding and move to different levels. People came and went as he started to think of what Todoroki- er Shoto- could want from him. He knows that it wasn't anything bad. It had been around three months or so and Midoriya made visits every so often at Mr. Todoroki's request; he would never go up there unwarranted but he was still confused as to why he was needed up there anyways.
Sometimes Kacchan would be there, either alone or with Shoto, or sometimes it would just be Shoto. They were odd but Midoriya had slowly warmed up to them. They started out talking about random things, basic things, but Midoriya seemed to babble and everything bloomed the moment the greenette spotted the All Might keychain Kacchan had. It was supposed to be a discreet piece of merchandise but Midoriya recognized the reference to one of his favorite comics of all time.
They seemed to hit it off from there.
And as much as Midoriya wanted to consider some of their weird gestures or words- like Shoto telling him how nice he looked or Kacchan giving him pieces of his food- flirting, Midoriya knew it wasn't true. They were just being nice. They weren't interested and he was kind of full of himself to think that they would fall for someone as unfit as he was.
Even if at the end of the one month mark he started to have daydreams of being in a relationship with either one of them, he knew he couldn't make those dreams come true.
Because he knew that Kacchan and Shoto were dating.
It wasn't very hard to figure out by the way they look at each other, they way that their energies and personalities clash so much yet they still manage to make it seem like child's play, the way that they fit so well together.
And especially after the way Midoriya saw them holding each other's hands while looking at each other so passionately one day, he knew they were dating. And it made sense. The super model- as Midoriya found out after doing some research- and the CEO of a major company getting together was so cliché but yet...it was sweet.
Which is why Midoriya often looked for excuses to leave when seeing it was both Kacchan and Shoto up there. He couldn't bare to see them being all lovey dovey with each other when it made his heart ache so much.
Though oddly his avoiding them resulted in Shoto requesting he go up there more often.
And it hurt Midoriya to know that they were likely using them as some form of entertainment. He's not sure if they're aware of it or not, actually, but their actions were getting a little more ambitious as of late. Kacchan would sometimes get too close for comfort when there was obviously more room on the couch for him to sit at and Shoto would get more persistent in making sure Midoriya knows how good of a person he was.
Their compliments and actions always sent his heart fluttering and his brain to mush yet he couldn't reciprocate the actions or words in fear it would come out weird. He might accidentally blurt out a confession and then boom. He would be left with no more friends again.
So he just had to swallow it down.
"Gah!" He cried and went to hold his nose when something had hit it so suddenly. It so rudely interrupted his thoughts, as he was forced to focus on the taste of blood in his mouth and the red liquid covering his hands when he took it away from his nose.
He looked up to see the culprit, only to see a familiar blond haired guy by the name of Monoma Neito. "Whoops," he mentioned with a smirk, "Guess my suitcase is a magnet for people who's heads are too inflated for their own good."
Midoriya glared at him, a bit hunched over with his palms cupped together. "Is that why you're holding it?"
Monoma's smirk seemed to fall.
He didn't get the chance to retort, though, as the elevator door opened. Midoriya took a moment to recognize Shoto strolling over to the elevator with a little snack in his hand that he was just stashing away in his pocket. He was probably getting something from the vending machine found on that floor.
Midoriya half remembered his bloody nose but it was the first thing Shoto noticed when he stopped a split second to look at him and then Monoma.
The man stepped into the elevator, pulling Monoma by his uniform when the blond tried to step out of the elevator.
Midoriya looked down at the two shorter men and almost shivered when he caught sight of Shoto's face.
Because for the first time since meeting him, the man looked to be mad. Or maybe pissed would be a better word.
Either way, he certainly wasn't happy.