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1
Bakugou didn't like kids. He hated them even when he was one. He had made that discovery the first time he laid his eyes upon a baby with wide green eyes and bushy hair that cried over everything and used crying as a way to express any given emotion. Unfortunately, his parents didn't give a damn about how he felt, and he was regularly forced to spend time with the whiny thing.
The blond toddler glared harshly at the tiny bundle in his mother's arms. The baby's own mother had dropped it off. (It was weird, he always saw its mother, but never its father.)
Like always, the crybaby started living up to its namesake, and his mother panicked upon realising his father had left for some impromptu work meeting. (It was usually him who watched over the infant when its mother needed a sitter.) His mother was strong, tenacious, and confident. However, she was not great with handling things that cried.
The frazzled woman tried to cradle it in her arms, only for it to squirm in the embrace. She attempted to make silly faces, but all she managed to do was scare the poor thing. She then started to play peekaboo, only for it to cry even louder thinking she had abandoned it.
With a frustrated sigh, she laid the still crying monstrosity beside him in his crib, and she left the room, presumably to frantically call his father or its mother to ask what to do.
However, now that the thing was next to him, the noise was even louder. Bakugou wracked his brain trying to recall what his father or its mother did that made it stop crying. Giving it something to eat or drink? He didn't have anything on him at the moment, considering the fact that he was a toddler and still in his pyjamas. Offering it a toy? They were out of reach since Bakugou wasn't allowed to bring his action figures to sleep, plus he didn't like to share. Burping it? He might just end up dropping the infant onto the floor. Changing its diaper? No.
With great displeasure, he remembered how its mother liked to tickle both of them by peppering their faces with light feathery kisses. Bakugou was already feeling nauseous as he slowly crawled his way to the other side of the crib, his uninvited guest stared at him curiously with still watery eyes. The blond felt like he was about to spit up, but he wasn't a quitter. He closed his eyes, and dramatically smooched it smack on the nose. It was wet, and he prayed it was from its tears and not snot, but as he pulled away he saw a string of his own saliva being stretched between them. It was sloppy and slobbery and messy and disgusting and Bakugou feared ruining his All Might bedsheets as he gagged.
The other infant's bright eyes shimmered as it started laughing, it struggled to get out of its swaddle and was making grabby motions with its pudgy hands, and Bakugou, at that very moment, learned how to walk just so that he could get to the opposite end of the confining crib caging them together.
(At least its laughter didn't irk him as much as its crying did.)
2
After that incident, Bakugou started to see kissing as a method of comfort. (Meeting Recovery Girl only reinforced that idea.) Plus, he didn't know much about comforting people in general. Thankfully, for most of his life, other than the crybaby he would eventually call "Deku", he didn't have a lot of opportunities to comfort people. He didn't have any real friends who would confide in him about something troubling, and he doubted he would've cared enough to even try to console them anyway.
That all changed soon after he started attending U.A. (unfortunately alongside the crybaby). And in spite of his best efforts, he started to have people who he seemed to hate less and less with each passing day. He was convinced it had to be Stockholm Syndrome and the dorms definitely weren't helping.
He might be biased though, because he disliked the dorms in general. He not only had to share his living space with his moronic class, but he had to teach them how to do basic household things, like do laundry, clean, or cook. (And by "teach" it usually just meant him doing everything while he complained about it, because they were useless.)
Which is probably how he ended up having to show Jirou how to properly bandage her arm after an accident during hero training class.
Recovery Girl had been sent on a relief mission and her replacement didn't have as strong of a healing quirk, and overusing it was draining. So, while the substitute nurse was treating the more serious injuries (namely Midoriya), Aizawa had ordered the healthy students to tend to the ones with only minor scrapes and bruises, claiming it to be a spontaneous exercise on first aid. Bakugou was one of the handful of students who was left relatively unharmed (because he wasn't a moron) so he was roped into taking care of his classmates. Most of the class was crowded in the small clinic, but Jirou managed to snag a free chair. Bakugou was not as lucky and had to help the bitch while kneeling down on the floor.
She had managed to twist her wrist, but there thankfully wasn't a sprain. Still, he cautiously wrapped it in a roll of gauze, and continued to do the same around her palm since there were several scratches on her fingers. In fairness, the local musician was taking it like a trooper. Even though she bit her lip when he disinfected her wounds, she never complained and remain resilient.
Admittedly, he cared about the short girl, and he disliked seeing her hurt. She was clenching and unclenching her fist, to either test her decreased level of articulation or to test how tolerable the pain of the exertion was. He scowled thoughtfully, before carefully bringing her hand to his lips, slowly enough so that she had plenty of time to break free from his loose grip. He leaned down and let her knuckles touch his lips lightly. He let go of the limb, expected it to firmly jerk away or limply drop to her side or fall back on her lap. Instead, it held its place, hovering in midair, unsure.
He looked up from his place on the ground and saw Jirou, face pinker than Ashido's, the vibrant shade spread up to the tip of her earjacks.
"What?" Bakugou glared, pressing the back of his hand against her temple and found it warm, "Did you somehow manage to get a fever, too, Ears?"
The short haired girl seemed speechless, staring at her appendage like it was a foreign object. It was then that the blond noticed that Jirou was not the only one who had gone quiet, and that the entire infirmary was suddenly pin drop silent, as his entire class all gave him weird looks in place of the usual disruptively exuberant murmurs. He frowned in bemusement.
"I thought I was a lesbian," Jirou whispered in confusion.
3
Unbeknownst to Bakugou, after that instance (and a lengthy interrogation with Midoriya), the class unanimously saw it as their collective mission to be on the receiving end of one of blond's kisses. Especially after both Midoriya and Jirou confessed that they had instantaneously felt better from it somehow. It didn't miraculously heal Jirou like Recovery Girl's quirk did, it just made her feel weirdly good afterwards. (She then asked Midoriya if the reason he constantly hospitalised himself was to earn another kiss. She might have accidentally broken him.)
It then became a race to see who would be the next to be worthy of being granted with a Bakugou kiss. The Bakusquad pulled off a lot more moronic stunts while simultaneously challenging each other. There was actually even a betting pool going on to see who would be the next graced with Bakugou's lips, which only spurred the Bakusquad into their antics, although many speculated that they orchestrated and ran the betting pool themselves. (However, the theory was disproved when they were reminded that the group was too disorganised to keep track of all that cash and probably couldn't count the money they were placing bets with.)
So, one could imagine the frustration they felt when none of them had been chosen, and instead the new transfer student, Shinsou, would be the next blessed one. (The Bakusquad recovered fast though, and decided to see it as Shinsou being knighted with Bakugou's stamp of approval into their friend group. It soon became known as their initiation towards applying members, like a right of passage.)
Bakugou had been watching the purple haired boy intently as he struggled with a tricky project Aizawa assigned them earlier. The two were occupying the kitchen, since Shinsou liked having a little bit of ambient sound, but the common room had too much background noise. His papers and textbooks were laid out over the kitchen island, and he had propped up a stool to go over them comfortably. Bakugou was cooking himself dinner, and leaned over the counter while he watched the stove.
The taller boy looked even more exhausted than usual, if that were even possible, evident with the lack of progress he'd made. He appeared to be reading the same paragraph over and over again, as if his brain was unable to absorb the words. The purple haired boy had been going at it since they had arrived in the dorms after class, and the sun had already set some moments ago. Bakugou was fairly certain he hadn't even taken a break yet. Come to think of it, he was sure he had seen him working on it in the library during their lunch period, too.
The blond sighed as he brought out an extra bowl of rice, before evenly splitting up his freshly cooked curry into two portions, and pouring the equal divisions into the separate bowls. He trudged towards the other boy with disdain, and the other was so out of it, that he didn't even notice his approach.
"Eat up, Tired Eyes," Bakugou spat as he slammed the bowl of piping hot curry in front of the startled boy.
"Uhh...thanks?" Shinsou frowned, baffled, "I'm not hungry, though."
"I don't give a damn whether or not you're hungry," Bakugou seethed, throwing a pair of chopsticks at him like darts (the force and angle of the throw being accurate enough the skewer a piece of meat in the bowl), "But you skipped lunch, and I saw you only had coffee for breakfast."
The taller boy opened his mouth, probably to argue, but thought better of it. Shinsou simply shrugged and opted to not look at a gift horse in the mouth. He practically moaned as he ate, basking at the burst of flavour dancing around his tongue. Bakugou smirked knowingly.
"Why are you even cramming it all now?" Bakugou asked in between bites, "Aizawa-sensei said it was due in a month."
"You, of all people, are lecturing me about submitting assignments early?" Shinsou talked with his mouth full (like a heathen), "You once turned in homework that was supposed to be given the next week."
"Mic-sensei's just a slow teacher. He keeps getting distracted in class, and all of the essay prompts are in the textbook," the blond shook his head in amusement, "But seriously, Aizawa-sensei even warned us that we wouldn't be able to finish it all in one day."
"He just said that to stop your friends from procrastinating," the taller boy rolled his eyes, "And unlike you guys, I have to always read ahead to keep up since I missed out last year. Plus, I still have my extra lessons with Aizawa-sensei."
"But if you try to do everything at once, you'll just burn yourself out," the blond narrowed his eyes, "You're fatigued."
"I've actually been sleeping just fine, for once," the purple haired boy pointed out.
"But you're still overworking yourself," the shorter boy sneered, "If you exert all your effort at once for one project, you'll just be useless during the next one. How do you expect to do hero training tomorrow in this condition?"
Shinsou glared daggers at the half eaten curry, not even realising how much he had eaten. He really was starving. The two finished up their food in silence after that. Bakugou placed his clean dishes in the drying rack, and moved to walk to his room. He paused before exiting the door, and looked back at his classmate's harsh gaze towards the stacks of papers before him. He groaned internally, before patting the other boy in the shoulder. When Shinsou turned to ask him what he wanted, he was met with soft lips planted on his cheek.
"Just pace yourself. Take it one step at a time, okay?" Bakugou spoke quietly, lips almost grazing his ear, and so close he could feel the other's every breath, "Take care, Eye Bags."
Shinsou stared at him numbly, thinking to himself if this was how Kaminari felt after he short circuited, and watched owlishly as the shorter boy made his exit. (At least afterwards, he would completely forget about the stuff he was stressing about, having something entirely new to fret over.)
4
Bakugou hated winter. It was undoubtedly his least favourite season, since it messed with his quirk. Which was why he had chosen to stay inside, instead of playing in the snow with the rest of the people who had decided to stay in the dorms during the break. (It was partially because the school had recommended it, in case he was targeted by the League of Villains again, and partially because his parents were usually busy this time of the year anyway with all of the winter collection designs.)
He would come to regret that choice during the second day of winter break, as the entire class somehow managed to get sick while they were playing outside. He had to spend the whole day playing doctor with his idiot classmates, since Recovery Girl's quirk didn't work on illnesses.
The worst of it was Eri.
The poor girl had lived in isolation her entire life, and had never even seen snow before, which led to her playing in it for far too long. Additionally, she had never been sick before, so she immediately thought she was dying and started crying almost as much as her hero, Midoriya. And since Aizawa had patrol at night, and the rest of his moron class were either incapacitated or at home with their families, Bakugou was the lucky person chosen to watch over her when evening came.
Bakugou hated kids.
(Granted, he liked kids a lot more than babies. Mostly so because kids were smart enough to fear him and leave him alone. Babies were, quite frankly, just a nuisance no matter how intimidating one was.)
A pair of red eyes met his own as the bedroom door opened for him. He stood still and evaluated his life decisions as the girl surprised herself by sneezing. (She sneezed like a bunny, what the hell? It was little more than a nose twitch.)
"Need anything?" Bakugou watched as the girl shook her head shyly, "Alright, I'll just be outside. Call me if your feeling any discomfort or whatever. I'll drop by to take your temperature later after I get the thermometer."
The small girl nodded, and Bakugou took that as his signal to leave, making himself comfortable on Aizawa's couch as he examined the living room briefly. It was his first time in the teacher's dorm room, and he judged and scrutinised every piece of furniture the underground hero owned. Or rather, didn't own. The room was pretty barren, sans the minimum necessities. He really was a logical guy, through and through. The only things he seemed to splurge on was stuff for Eri, since he was a softie.
He inspected a sweater draped over the sofa that looked like it had Aoyama's secret glitter stash slathered all over it. At least he tried.
After taking her temperature, coercing her to drink the gross medicine, and changing her cold compress, he started to do some advanced readings for the following semester. Thankfully, she didn't have a fever, and it was just a mild case of the flu. He was halfway through a book about hero ethics when the lights gave out. The resounding screech could have given Present Mic a run for his money.
"Don't worry, kid," Bakugou tried not to sound too annoyed as he peered into the bedroom, "The power probably just went out from the snow."
"It's too dark!" The little girl was shivering underneath her blanket, "And too cold!"
"Your nightlight blew out?" Bakugou sighed in understanding, "And the heater's down, too? Must not have noticed. My quirk makes me naturally run hot, so it doesn't affect me that much."
"Your quirk?" The young child peeked from under her covers.
Instead of explaining it, he showed it to her. He set off tiny sparks of explosions on his palm, none of them bigger than a coin. Eri gasped in awe as she admired it.
"You're bright like a nightlight!" She cheered, and he became suddenly aware that she had stopped shuddering, "And warm like a heater!"
The blond sighed once more, accepting his destiny. Thankfully, she didn't ask him to sing her a lullaby or read her a bedtime story or anything. Instead, she tried to drift off on her own, but the unfamiliar feeling of the illness made it a struggle. A twinge came to life in his chest at that, and he leaned down to press his lips against her forehead, carefully avoiding her horn. Her cool skin was bothersome, but it was worth it to see the tension seep out of her face. She became visibly lax, and her eyes fluttered shut.
(The next day, a healthy Eri would visit a recovering Midoriya in the dorms to properly thank Bakugou.
"Oh, Kacchan was the one to take care of you last night?" Midoriya questioned, before stifling a cough, leading her to his childhood friend's room.
Eri blinked at him. Aizawa had simply told her that a student would be looking over her for the night but didn't offer a name, the blond didn't bother introducing himself either, and she was too shy to ask. The young girl knocked before opening the door, only to see that her new hero looked like death washed over him. Apparently, he had caught her cold last night.
"Thank you for all of your help last night, Kacchan-sama!" Eri bowed.
The blond automatically pinned Midoriya with an accusatory look, the child between them oblivious to the telepathic argument.)
5
Bakugou had a strict schedule. And he liked sticking to it. The blond waited impatiently for his best friend to show up at the gym for their sparring match. Kirishima was never late. But soon his irritation morphed into concern. Had something happened to him?
(He'd try calling, but his phone was broken considering Kaminari had tried charging it the other day and pretty much blew it up, Sero tried to patch it up with his tape, and Ashido attempted to remove the scorch marks with her acid. His friends were seriously a bunch of imbeciles.)
The blond sprinted back to the dorms. According to his classmates, they hadn't seen the redhead all day, so he was probably still in his room. The boy with the explosion quirk let himself in the room easily, half expecting to see his best friend still in bed.
Instead, Kirishima was frozen in shock in front of his bathroom mirror, hands in his hair, which looked like it hadn't been styled yet. Upon a closer inspection, he could make out his black roots, and saw that the vibrant red had dulled to more of a brown hue.
"Don't look at me, bro!" The redhead cried, yanking a towel from a rack and hiding his head under it.
"We were supposed to meet at Gym Gamma an hour ago," Bakugou stared flatly. He felt a pang of guilt at the utterly sheepish look thrown at him, "Whatever, let's just go now."
"I'm so sorry, man!" The redhead gave him his best puppy dog eyes. Too bad he was more of a cat person, "Can we reschedule? I don't think I can today."
"No, I still have to tutor you and the idiots," the taller boy crossed his arms.
"I think I'll have to take a rain check then, dude," the shorter boy looked close to tears.
"Whatever, what's got you so busy today, anyway, Weird Hair?" The blond asked, glancing at the assortment of hair products haphazardly displayed on the bathroom sink.
"I...ran out of hair gel," Kirishima confessed, halfheartedly wrapping his head in the towel, "And my roots are starting to show, and the dye is starting to fade, and...I'm just not up for being seen in public right now."
"I'm sure you look fine," Bakugou rolled his eyes.
"It's not just how I look!" Kirishima whined, "It makes me feel like I'm back in middle school, like I'm...unmanly."
Bakugou bit his lips, unwilling to reminisce his own middle school self.
"Can't you borrow hair gel from one of the morons?" The blond asked as a compromise.
"Aoyama-kun's hair wax is the closest thing to the brand I use," the shorter boy frowned, "But it's not suitable for training."
"We can skip training today," the taller boy relented, "I'll go ask Sparkle Boy for his hair wax, and then we can both go out to buy your gel and get your hair dyed."
By that point, the redhead was starting to cry, so Bakugou picked that moment to make his exit. One awkward conversation with with a classmate he never talked to later, and he was back in front of Kirishima's dorm room. He decided to politely knock for once, so as to not catch his friend off guard and vulnerable.
"Thanks for respecting my boundaries," Kirishima's trademarked sunshiny smile was thrown his way. His hair was exposed in all its glory, and Bakugou let his chest flutter at the feeling of being allowed to see it.
"I'll meet you downstairs whenever you're ready," Bakugou paused before exiting. He turned back to face Kirishima, an unreadable expression marring his face as he looked in the mirror. Bakugou approached him from behind and tenderly carded his fingers through his hair, before gently brushing his lips against the top of his head, right on the black roots. His best friend was suddenly redder than his fading dye job.
"For the record, I think you look really manly right now, Hair for Brains," he whispered into his hair, before leaving him be.
"He's so manly," Kirishima murmured to himself, although it sounded like a squeal.
(Later that day, after Bakugou was done tutoring them and left to go to bed early like the old man he was, the Bakusquad would pout at Kirishima.
"I thought you weren't going to compete!" Kaminari whined.
"I wasn't! It just happened!" Kirishima defended.
"Why won't he kiss us?" Ashido wailed.
"Maybe it's because we broke his phone," Sero shrugged.)
6
Bakugou highly valued his sleep. Getting a good night's rest would give him the energy to kick ass the next day. It was why he made it a point to go to bed before 9:00pm everyday. However, simply going to bed early doesn't necessarily mean he was able to get to sleep early.
Sometimes, when he was alone at night, dark thoughts would plague his mind. He would think about the sludge villain, being chained up and put on display during the Sports Festival, Kamino, failing his provincial license exam, his crappy middle school self, or any number of his messed up experiences.
So, when the middle of the night became early morning and he was still wide awake, he concluded that he probably wouldn't be getting any sleep that night. He decided to at least spend his time somewhat productively, so he went downstairs to go for a midnight jog around campus. However, when he reached the common room, he almost ran into a sleepy looking Uraraka.
"Sorry!" She yelped, almost dropping a glass of water, before giving him a curious look, "What are you doing up this late? I thought you were diligently dedicated to your sleeping regimen."
"I'm gonna go for a jog," Bakugou shrugged, he gave her a once over, and noticed that she didn't just look sleepy, but more like sleep deprived. In return, she gave him her own analytical look.
"Mind if I join you?" She offered, trying to straighten out her bedhead.
"As long as you can keep up, Round Face," he smirked at the short girl, causing her to smirk back.
Thankfully, they both liked to sleep in work out gear, so they only had to grab their shoes before they headed out. In truth, the brown haired girl was very much capable of keeping up with his steady pace, although he wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not, because she was a chatterbox and was nowhere near close to being out of breath.
"Isn't it a little hypocritical of you to have lectured Shinsou-san about his workload when you're out doing this," Uraraka teased, eliciting him to swat her.
"I'm not doing anything I can't handle," Bakugou glowered at her, causing her to fall into a fit of laughter. He was fully ready to take a swing at her, "And your nerd friends are nearly as studious. Actually, you could learn a thing or two from them."
By the time they made it back to the dorms, they were both pretty winded and promptly collapsed on the couch in the common room area.
"Why are you up so late, anyway?" The blond yawned.
"Nightmare," Uraraka whispered softly, "About the Hideout Raid. I just feel like I could've done more. I sometimes think that I didn't do anything at all."
"Is that why you wanted to train?" He quirked an eyebrow.
"I just wanted to get my mind off of it," she nodded, "To do something. To...to feel strong, and like I'm not wasting my parents hard earned money being here."
The brown haired girl curled herself into a ball, as if trying to make herself shrink. Bakugou suddenly realised he was at her side, rubbing circles along her back. Neither of the two uttered a word for a while. Eventually, they found themselves lying down on the sofa, side by side. The blond was spooning her and tentatively pulling her into a hug from behind. He pecked her quickly on the neck, before resting his chin on her shoulder.
"You're one of the strongest people I know, Pink Cheeks," he murmured.
He closed his eyes, not seeing the Sero-like grin on her face.
(The two would later wake up cuddling with each other, Uraraka snugged tight against Bakugou's chest and sprawled out on top of him, with the rest of the class watching with mixed reactions. Iida was livid with disapproval, although his face was coloured brightly as he gave them a speech on modesty. Yaoyorozu wouldn't look them in the eyes. Midoriya was trying and failing to hide a laugh.
"Who knew that Bakugou-chan was such a snuggle-bug," Asui observed.)
1
Todoroki was pissed. He was emotionally, physically, mentally, psychologically, and verbally abused as a child, and had the scars to prove it. Both metaphorical and literal, even. So why hasn't he received a copy-written Bakugou Katsuki kiss? What made matters worse, was that all of the people that he had kissed so far hadn't even been interested in him romantically (at least, not until the kiss occurred, he can't very well blame them for falling for him afterwards). He was the only one who had a crush on Bakugou prior to the whole incident, and the only one who wanted to kiss him before it was cool.
So he was going to do the unthinkable. He wasn't going to wait for Bakugou to kiss him. He was gonna kiss Bakugou. (He had already written a will and letters to his friends and family, just in case he didn't survive. Endeavour's letter was just a sticky note that said "Screw You".)
Todoroki had been up all night devising a plan for it. He tried to rope Midoriya into helping him, but his supposed best friend was too busy with something called sleep. (He promptly edited the will so that his siblings got his All Might merchandise instead of him.)
The heterochromatic boy had it all gamed out. It was foolproof. He had spent hours researching upon dozens of romantic comedy movies to prepare him for his grand gesture, a declaration of love.
However, like always, Bakugou went about things his own way.
The dual quirk user had been his room, about to purchase the roses, fireworks, and doves (using his father's credit card), when he heard a faint explosion from the floor below. He raced downstairs, prepared to either help his crush fend off a villain, or keep him from maiming his friends after an attempted prank. As he made his way to the blond's door though, he remembered vaguely that the rest of the class was on a trip to the mall. Bakugou had refused to go because he was Bakugou, and Todoroki had declined his own invitation to execute his scheme.
The dual haired boy barged in without thinking, assuming it must have been an emergency. Instead of finding a villain though, he just saw the alarmed blond gripping a burnt piece of paper. His eyes landed on a pile of ash, most likely more cremated pieces of paper.
"I thought you left with the others," Bakugou sighed.
The taller boy wordlessly extended his hand. Bakugou sighed again, before relenting and shoving the burnt paper in his hand. Scanning it, he realised it was Aizawa's hero ethics paper they were handed back the other day. On the top right corner, in red ink, was a lazily scrawled 99%.
"Congratulations," Todoroki frowned, unsure what to say.
"For what?" The shorter boy scowled as he snatched his paper back, disintegrating it to dust, "Almost being good enough?"
"I think you're more than good enough," the dual quirk user praised.
The blond eyed him suspiciously, before shrugging.
"I really don't wanna talk about it, IcyHot," Bakugou shook his head, motioning to leave the room, but Todoroki moved to block the exit and probably breached his personal space.
"Then let's not talk," Todoroki took a deep breath before diving in. Their lips locked, like colliding armies. He managed to catch the other boy by surprise, which was a feat in itself. It was pretty chaste and brief in all honesty, their lips mostly just grazed each other (he was a gentleman, after all), and he was pretty sure he knocked their noses together. Still, he automatically felt lightheaded and dizzy.
"What the hell did you do that for, Half'n'Half Bastard?" Bakugou let out an annoyed huff. He looked irritated, but Todoroki hadn't turned into a charred crisp yet, so that was a good sign.
"I was trying to be romantic," the dual quirk user pouted, "Because I like you. You're hardworking, strong, and thoughtful. You always look out for us, no matter how much you deny it. I really admire that. I adore you."
The heterochromatic boy really didn't know what to expect. He braced himself for a rejection, while also steeling himself to face an explosion. The shorter boy burst out laughing.
"Did you practice that?" Bakugou arched an eyebrow. He raised the other when the taller boy suddenly went mute. The eyebrows were nearing his hairline when the dual haired boy started blushing.
"Nerd," Bakugou had a small smile as he closed the gap between them. He kissed him, properly this time. And he felt his own face heat up as he felt Todoroki kiss back. He felt calloused hands meet his own, and soon both pairs started traversing the unfamiliar territories. Todoroki's arms were around his neck. Bakugou's fingers were combing through his hair, tugging lightly. When the two finally parted for some air, both of their faces were heavily flushed. Todoroki beamed down at him, pressing their foreheads together.
For a moment, the blond forgot about his insecurities. They were still in the back of his mind, but he permitted himself to put those thoughts aside for now.
("Damn it, I have to call the choir and cancel!" Todoroki exclaimed, before breaking into a wide grin, "But I finally won a bet!"
"What bet?" Bakugou asked.)