[ 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.