[ He knows that Todoroki isn't Bakugou and has no chance of ever reaching that point. They occupy very different places in his life and while they might have gone a little hard against each other, the context wasn't ever the same in Midoriya's mind. So many things were different with Todoroki and he still wasn't sure how to make sense of it. What mattered most ultimately is that they're still friends despite the hiccups and Todoroki's around to smack sense into him too when he needs it. ]

...You. [ Midoriya inhales slow through his nose and rests a towel covered hand against the nape of Todoroki's neck, pausing.

That, combined with inviting him in here and talking about it didn't leave a lot of room for question, but Midoriya's still cautious. He'd meant what he said earlier; Todoroki was brave about all of this. He'd end up sitting on it for weeks, trying to figure out what to do with it and then do nothing at all. At least Todoroki was brave enough to bring it up for them to stumble through. ] Alright. I think your hair's as dry as it's going to get without a blowdryer.

[ He's standing there still covered in dirt and grit and Todoroki smells like warmth and the clean, cutting scent of soap but at least he's alive, eating. ]

I didn't unless you did. [ Drawing in a fortifying breath, Midoriya squares his shoulders, and drops the towel around Todoroki's neck, holding either end. It's not fair if Todoroki's the only brave one. ] I'm sorry I don't remember more of it.

[ Like. Why. Why's a good start.

Todoroki is, after all, amazing. It's not a shock Midoriya'd want to kiss him but the opposite?Wild. ]