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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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[codominant]

[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.]