3 | Defeat

                                    

                                          
Katsuki Bakugou
This is gonna be hella awkward, was Bakugou's first thought when Todoroki proposed to stay with him. Something doesn't sit right with me when it comes to him, but I don't see any holes in his behaviors or anything. He's gotta be hiding something... But he's so damn calm about everything. Shit, why am I looking forward to spending time with an asshole like him?
While Todoroki plodded towards his dorm, Bakugou scrubbed his dishes and made his way to his own dorm. He scrupulously peered around the room, and suddenly, he found himself sliding his hands over the wrinkles in his soft white bedsheets; the protruding waves flattened out.
I know he's got some family issues, Bakugou ruminated while aggressively fluffing his pillow that had gradually bent into itself in the center. I don't exactly have issues like that, but fucking hell, I just...don't like being alone. Then this fucker offers to keep my loneliness at bay. Dammit, why can't I figure anything out about him when he keeps unraveling all this shit about me?!
Tok, tok. 
Beads of cold sweat budded like glass flowers across Bakugou's neck, but he exhaled sharply and opened his door. For the first time, Bakugou witnessed Todoroki without a hoodie hugging his body. Well, Todoroki wore his hoodie around his waist instead, so, if anything, it hugged Todoroki more than before; the shirt he wore curved inwards greatly due to the tenacity of the hoodie.
"Oi," Bakugou greeted Todoroki while scanning the latter from the head down.
He's thin as fuck, Bakugou realized in the ample, whitish-yellow light in his dorm. He looks like he hasn't eaten in fucking months. Genetics, huh?
"Hm?" Todoroki replied while stepping inside the dorm and glancing around. "I like it. It isn't cluttered. It looks nice." His empty eyes and unenthused expression augmented the mundanity of his lackadaisical voice.
Bakugou scratched at the back of his scalp, unable to take his eyes off Todoroki's figure. "Yer..." He paused.
I dunno if it's because he trusts me that he's willing to take off the hoodie, Bakugou thought while formulating a different response. Might just be because I know what he looks like, so there's no reason to wear it. If it's trust, I sure as hell won't risk breaking that.
"...a fuckin' weirdo."
Katsuki, what the hell? Bakugou internally groaned.
With yet another shrug, Todoroki sat on the floor against the wall. "If that's what you see me as, sure. I won't argue with your opinion." A vague wince spread across his mien as he placed his hand over his stomach.
Bakugou arched a brow at Todoroki. "What if I said that you're a motherfucker?" Although a smirk played at his lips, he repressed the expression after witnessing the discreet hint of pain that Todoroki seemed to be experiencing.
Another shrug was offered by Todoroki. "If that's what you see me as, sure. But I will say that I've never done such a thing." His eyes began to droop.
"You look like you're in pain."
Once again, Todoroki shrugged. "I guess I'm not used to it." He leaned his head back against the wall.
"Used to what?" Bakugou queried while forming a lour at the image of waking up from sleeping in Todoroki's position on the floor.
"Eating—"
I KNEW IT, Bakugou thought before Todoroki had finished his sentence.
"—so much at once. I eat in smaller portions. Otherwise, my stomach hurts. But your curry was good, so I couldn't help it." He shifted in his position a bit and inhaled deeply.