@ blastit
[the first sign of something amiss at some 7pm on a weekend night is probably the shuffling of fabric outside of Bakugou's door, and then a hearty but dull thump; there's no text as a precursor to this, an afternoon and evening of radio silence from his boyfriend abruptly broken by a mumbled call, verging on whine — ]
Kaaaatsukiiiii.
[and a few more thuds against his dorm door. spoiler: it's his head.]
[when it inevitably opens, Todoroki will absolutely tumble in on his back, strewn across the ground and looking up with hazy and droopy eyes, bright cheeks, and decidedly liquor-stained breath]
[...up go his hands, fingers making grabby motions, like a child requesting to be held]
Up, up.
Kaaaatsukiiiii.
[and a few more thuds against his dorm door. spoiler: it's his head.]
[when it inevitably opens, Todoroki will absolutely tumble in on his back, strewn across the ground and looking up with hazy and droopy eyes, bright cheeks, and decidedly liquor-stained breath]
[...up go his hands, fingers making grabby motions, like a child requesting to be held]
Up, up.