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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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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?

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[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...]

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[ 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?!

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[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]

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[ 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...]

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[ .......... 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.

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[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.]