@ blastit

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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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[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...]

[blastit]

[ .......... 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.]