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[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.

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[ Bakugou just stood there, hands on his hips and eyes narrowed at the drunken mess on his floor. is he surprised? not really. Kaminari (the group snitch) shared a few texts about Todoroki's unexpected 'wild persona' after a few drinks. still, it was not an excuse to neglect Bakugou's texts/calls. an unacceptable misdeed!

— or it could be jealousy. after all, who said that boy is allowed to have fun without Bakugou? ]

No "up"! [ a nudge of his foot slammed the door shut. ] You deserve to be left on the floor for ignoring me, asshole.

[what a shame half of his body has spilled into Bakugou's bedroom and occupied a piece of his floor as he fell back. what a pain when the attempted slam compacts him against the doorframe, squished with a quiet "oh".]

[it's definitely a pout up at him, small bottom lip jutting out, eyes full of a comedic amount of hurt, given the situation and his normal indomitable visage]

I lost my phone. [probably.] ...I came straight here?

["I'm hungry" almost follows, since he's using I Sentences; now's not the time]

[ that face had its charm, easy to melt Bakugou's cold heart, but not tonight. the disapproval in his eyes didn't waver, far too callous to tame. he kept his foot glued to the wooden surface of the door, pressing, enough to make it uncomfortable for the boy trapped in between. ]

What do you want?

[ he's here for a reason, right? based on their adopted, domestic routine, it was time for dinner. so his boyfriend is most likely starving, and hoping to end his eventful night with a warm meal. that's Bakugou's guess anyway. ]

[a jarring twist, arms wrapping around the edge of the wood to grab an ankle. normally he might turn this into rough housing, drag the other fighter to the floor and competitively test their mettle, but he feels to at peace now, the world warm and bright, everything brought closer to the surface. if he brings their bodies together, it'll be with very different intent.]

[and still, that offended expression]

I'm looking for my man. Know where he is?

[cuz THIS AIN'T IT, CHIEF]

I don't know! How about you check the six unanswered texts in your stupid phone?!!

[ hmm. true, Bakugou is aiming to a little fist fight, and he could push Todoroki harder. maybe swing a kick to that pretty nose— add some color to his pale cheeks. it has been a while since their last confrontation. instead, Bakugou snarled, and broke away from the loose grip.

the tension is high. thick in the air. but, it's an easy fix with Bakugou. pathetically, it is so damn easy. if only Todoroki knew how to defuse the fire. if only he knew that all it takes is a simple word, touch, a kiss—

it's one of the few things he hated about being in a relationship with that boy. how effortlessly he chained that power over him. ]

Six?

[quite a few... Todoroki has never been as attached to constant communication as Bakugou is, but he's normally pretty dutiful in giving him at least one answer per several given to him. was he worried about him? he hadn't strayed further than the dorms, and surely Bakugou trusts him to defend himself, but... well]

[he gets lonely pretty often, that's what he thinks]

[there's another crawl forward, a full body thing that takes him further into the room, and he grabs that ankle again — to pull it up for a kiss]

One.

[raising up, he plans another at a knee] Two. [climbing to his own knees, there's another at his hip, the center of his chest over a heartbeat, his cheek]

Three, four, five.

[aaaand he's standing, wrapping his arms around the taper of his waist and bringing Bakugou into a forceful hug, resting his forehead against the other boy's with his hair all mussed, in their eyes, warm and close]

Six? [a few centimeters away from his mouth]

[ he means to protest, to make a cynical remark about how this attempt will never win him over, but the words die in his throat. it's a simple gesture, the affection, but it’s much harder to actively stay resentful now.

at first, Bakugou kept his body stiff in defiance and held his ground against that embrace; until he got that sweet, little kiss on the cheek and Bakugou's eyes flutter shut for a blissful, fleeting moment. and, he breaks. it shows from the burn of his cheeks, and the way he tried to turn his face away from the other.

god, he's pathetic. ]

... I hate you. [ that's a lie. ] You're not cute. [ Shouto is sinfully cute. ] You reek of alcohol. [ okay, maybe he's right on that one! yet— he didn't deny him a hearty peck on the lips, forgiven. there's another kiss as he worked Todoroki's pants, tugging them low along his boxers. ]

Shower, dinner and then bedtime. This is not up for debate.

Mmm. [he can feel that forgiveness against his mouth and it's more pleasant and buzzing than anything he's drank all night; what might be his cue to release his boyfriend and get busy settling in for the night goes completely ignored as that embrace changes]

[up he goes, tossing Bakugou right over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, bending him at the waist like he's nothing]

But I wanna debate. I'm a good debater.

[normally, maybe. right now it's more like 'petulant enough to get his way'. he has the decency to turn them — maybe knocking Bakugou's head on the door as he does — to give it a shut and carry him to bed]

[... and drop them both on it, forcing the poor thing to give a questionable squeal of protest. probably not built to have two growing boys wrestling on it, but that's what's about to happen as he worms an elbow around Bakugou's neck and gets him into a headlock]

I missed you. [Todoroki's "wrong" timing, as usual]

[ his head is throbbing, and he's a little lightheaded, but it's nothing Bakugou couldn't handle. it simply made it a lot easier for Todoroki's arm to sneak around his neck, trapping him into one of their casual wrestling shenanigans. ]

Ughh- ... [ this boy is ridiculously strong, even when intoxicated! Bakugou gives him the old-fashioned elbow to the gut, then uses his own weight to roll on top of the other; pinning him down while restraining those pesky arms behind his back.

but, hey. this is his first experience with a far more relaxed version of Todoroki. he'd be stupid not to abuse it a little— and abuse other things! like using his free hand to feel up the curve of that nicely, bare ass. fuck, it's so perfect. ]

Oh yeah? [ sarcastic, mostly. ] Tell me exactly what you missed about me.

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[oh how quickly this tide turns, robbed of breath and pinned on his belly, arms taut at all bad angles; he squirms in it — and then abruptly stops as that groping hand gives him a start]

[and then his head turns into Bakugou's, leveling him with another jut of bottom lip and expressive, if mopey, eyes]

Not this. Horndog.

[but it melts under the warmth of the things he did miss: pressing his face beneath the cut of that jaw, running his lips along his pulse and breathing there, two different sets of eyelashes fluttering low and content]

The way you smell, though. [in Bakugou's grip, Todoroki's fingers shift, a thumb beginning to trace sweet circles against those callused hands] The way you feel.

[that tongue is liquor-loose]

[ ah, that felt weird. hearing that last confession, that is.

they both conveyed their affection for each other with simple gestures, habits, kisses and sex, etc. it was always physical, and never painted with words. why? because ignorance is a bliss.

if they start running their mouth, Bakugou will have to recognize that he was so fucking stupid to fall in love with Todoroki Shouto only a few weeks into their rocky relationship. to fall in love with someone who's shouldering a lot of heartache that's both tiring and sympathetic. to fall in love so hard, so fast, so intense to the point he was about to wreck havoc over six unanswered texts!! the only thing that repressed his sanity was Kaminari's little updates, otherwise his loneliness and jealousy would've blinded him into a feral rage.

Bakugou scoffed; those thoughts are buried once again behind an easy smirk. ]

The way I feel, huh? Guess you're the horndog now. [ his hold slackened, now using his hands to slide them under Todoroki's shirt, gently kneading and massaging the firm muscles of his back. ]

Ah— mmm.

[there's no contesting it at first, instead prioritizing the slacking freedom in his arms and stretching long beneath those busy hands. it... feels great, actually. he understands now why Bakugou's requested this kind of touch in the past, a placating thing that has him settling fast and easy, the room spinning less as his focus hones in on it]

[another heavy sigh as he goes boneless, cheek dropped back down to the mattress; there's so much tension spread across him, muscles in tight knots, kernels and kinks of tension that would be too hard to shed completely — but this is certainly a good step]

Can I be horny for stuff like this? Nice stuff.

[a hand goes back willingly this time, finding one that's far more callused than his own and drawing it forward — against his chest, so Bakugou's pulled into a... okay, very awkward embrace wherein Todoroki's hugging his arm to him and smashing it between himself in the bed, pulling Bakugou's chest against his own back]

Like being held. [held hostage, maybe.]

Shou—

[ ah, he's being mauled again, but this time it was less of an asshole move and more— sweet. well, if he ignored the pain of the arm twist, he can safely label it as 'sweet'. he sighs, already predicting the pattern of their night. he'd have to deal with his restless boyfriend and find a way to calm him. so much for fighting him for a shower and dinner.

he shifts again before he, forcefully, yanked his arm free. a brief moment of freedom, enough time to allow Todoroki to protest. Bakugou would want to hear it, so he can shut him up by pulling him to his side of the bed, in a way that allowed Bakugou to lure the other between his arms, pressing his chest against Todoroki's back again. ]

Stay. [ his tone is soft, too soft for Bakugou's rugged voice. now it was easy to lean in, and start kissing the back of his neck, his hand reaching low to fondle Todoroki's thigh; sighing. ] So, you're horny for the 'nice stuff'. Got it.

What else do I need to know about you?

[and protest he does, twisting to him with another severe pout that demands recompense; between the boozy flush on his skin and all that red already on him, he's brightening up those dark sheets with so much color]

You're so stubborn. Aren't you the one who started —

[what might've been the start of a childish tantrum is so skillfully interrupted by rearranging them, those kisses drawing a visible shudder that races up his spine, sending him into trembles between those thick arms. he sighs out instead, relaxing, the language of his body spoken boldly and without subterfuge]

Mmm. Raw strawberry is the worst kind of strawberry because the seeds get stuck in my teeth, I don't like umeboshi, and I'm think I'm involved with someone.

[fingers run the length of Bakugou's embracing arms, up and down, soothing — probably himself, but he's content ♥]

You know those dogs you see that are so ugly they become cute again? [...is this a segue, or...]

[ he hums, he nods; still going in for those lazy kisses as his hand slipped between those inviting thighs, seeking their warmth. Bakugou is paying attention, but not enough to indulge with a verbal response, but his ears didn't miss out on that shady confession that hindered everything into a gruff halt. ]

... Huh?

[ forget the dog and the raw strawberries' dilemma, they were easily disregarded to the back of his mind, as everything that he tried to keep repressed behind his anxiety a few hours back came charging out with vengeance. ]

Oi! [ he's seething already; unaware that his fingers are gripping, squeezing, his boyfriend's dick at this point. ] What the fuck do you mean?!! Involved with who? What the fuck are you saying?!

[wheeze]

Ka—

[a thrash and a roil, a low squeal of agony as those powerful thighs of his clap to a close, curling forward into a fetal position as pain radiates up and down and all around]

Kats— kan't breathe. [rapid smacks on the back of his hand beg for mercy]

[ he rolled his eyes and released him. the lack of sympathy is cruel and heartless, but Bakugou didn't give a single fuck right now. he's impatient, and he returns to his interrogation in a beat ... barely giving Todoroki a moment to recover. ]

Who are you involved with, asshole?!!

[ literally— yelling directly into the cavity of your ear. ]

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[it isn't often Todoroki has cause to raise his voice — he hates loud assholes, after all — but sometimes when your drunk dick's trapped in a merciless grip by your sober boyfriend who very obviously misunderstood your attempts at flirting, well... there's cause]

Maybe with the shithead who has me half naked in his bed right now!

[he can only hope the hand that slaps Bakugou upside the head is a sobering one, because his other hand is begging for mercy where it's vice-gripped the wrist of the hand grabbing him in return]

[...which might be why his voice is a liiiiittle higher in pitch than usual...]

[ .......... oh.

Bakugou boggled down in mounting horror, and he didn't move for a few seconds before he finally— finally pulled away from Todoroki. sitting up, he ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled. he needs a moment to calm down, to breathe ... ]

I fucking hate you so much. [ he rasped; a grin caught his lips soon after. he then returns the gesture by smacking Todoroki's head with the back of his hand. ] Were you tryin' to act all cute? Huh? You think you're cute?

[ another sigh. ]

.... You dumbfuck. Don't do this to me.

[legs crossed and abused Mini Shouto now tucked, Todoroki continues to pout through Bakugou's revelation and subsequent — irritation. he's slow to follow, cautious now that his boyfriend's mood has proven... as volatile as usual, unfortunately. still, he sidles up beside him, arms draping over his shoulders in a loose embrace, too honest-fucking-drunk to stop chasing what he wants.]

I am cute. [PETULANTLY] You don't need to feel this way. There's no one else.

[simple, honest, direct. his penchant for being a little too blunt — ] No one makes me feel like you do.

[which would be a sweet sentiment, if the first thing that followed wasn't how Todoroki latches his mouth to Bakugou's shoulder and gnaws on it.]

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