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.
I can't tell if he's a lying motherfucker or as truthful as he lets off, the ash-blond cerebrated while approaching his squinted-eyed classmate. Damn. He's like half-asleep. My body's exhausted and my mind's drained, but I just can't fall asleep. Glad he can. I take it back. I'm not glad about shit that has to do with him. Now I'm just lying to myself.
Bakugou crossed his arms and leaned against the desk Todoroki sat beside. "I'll be pissed if you puke in my dorm."
Todoroki's eyelids groggily shuffled back open before promptly closing and reopening. "I won't... Sleepy." Once again, his eyelids fastened together.
I want him to keep talking, Bakugou realized as the suffocating silence of his dorm pierced his ears in a high-pitched ring again. I'm not gonna be an asshole and keep him awake. Goddamn, it's four a.m. Tch. Just his presence is reassuring. Knowing someone's here and being able to see them... What am I? A fucking child? But, hey. He makes me feel a lot less lonely. I don't like him, do I? Hell nah. I'm just relieved I'm not alone, as pathetic as that sounds.
After roughly an hour had passed, Bakugou could discern that Todoroki was indubitably sleeping; the cadence of Todoroki's breaths was long and uniform. With a sigh, the ash-blond removed the blanket from his bed and draped it over Todoroki's shoulders. Todoroki emanated a certain, arid serenity in his repose, and Bakugou found that his eyes constantly drifted to one particular point on his classmate—Todoroki's lips. His heart stirred and skittered as he ensconced Todoroki into an embrace, lifting him up from the floor; the prospect of Todoroki waking up was a mortifying factor to account for.
Holy shit, Bakugou thought while holding Todoroki for a moment. Damn, he's so light, and his body's freezing. No way in hell that's healthy. I don't give two shits if he's already eating enough or whatever, cuz he needs to eat more. He bit his lower lip and cautiously laid Todoroki on the bed. Thinking about it now, I've always looked at him differently from the rest. My eyes go to him first if he's in the area. It's gotten hella more noticeable this year. Shit, don't tell me I've seriously fallen for this...this asshole. Tch. Since he's asleep, I might as well have a few drinks to try and forget that I ever thought that.
Stranded in a sea of memories that began to overflow the more he thought about Todoroki, Bakugou leaned back in his chair. He tipped a shot of whiskey into his mouth and exhaled sharply.
"Kacchan, is everything okay?"
"The hell makes you ask that?"
"You're...well, a lot less expressive than before."
It hurt, Bakugou was reminded as his lips twitched into a lour. Surviving the day with my reflection in my bottles of alcohol was just hell. Drank more and more, maybe thinkin' that I'd finally overdo it and disappear from staring back at myself when I'd grab another bottle. Maybe that I'd drown into those drowned reflections. When I wasn't spitting hurtful shit or hiding myself away because I still can't take criticism and end up crying my fucking eyes out, I felt so numb. Who gives a shit about anything? Why give a shit about anything if it's just gonna bite me in the ass? Tch. Still tryin' to get over the addiction. But fuck, I just can't say no when I'm mad at myself for something.
Once a reasonable hour arrived to awaken the person Bakugou mentally referred to as the prince of duality, Bakugou tossed a pillow at Todoroki's face. Yet, Bakugou could only roll his eyes when Todoroki did not move or open his eyes. So, Bakugou clutched the corner of the pillow firmly to lightly whack Todoroki's face, but what he received was certainly not what he was anticipating—he was the one whose face was whacked with the pillow.
"YOU ASSHOLE!" the ash-blond snarled with acrid words as he scooped up the pillow from the floor and locked his scalding eyes of scarlet with Todoroki's half-open, half-asleep, half-turquoise and half-gray eyes of dull, whetted ice.
Todoroki feebly pulled himself upright and espied the bed he'd been sleeping on mere moments ago. "You didn't sleep, did you?" He winced and rubbed the side of his head. "But I can tell you care. Why else would you have moved me and covered me with a blanket?" He pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time, and as he did so, he shed his cozy cocoon from the blanket and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
With a livid frown, Bakugou turned his nose up. "Tch. Don't think that that meant anything. And no, I didn't fucking sleep. It feels like I'm going crazy." His eyebrows twitched when Todoroki stood up, staggered, and lowered himself down to his knees as his breaths accelerated. "Oi, oi, oi!"
"Sorry. I got up too quickly," Todoroki replied while slowly standing back up. "You should stay here today and rest."
"Nope," Bakugou scoffed, vetoing the thought.
"Yes."
"No way in hell."
"Yes way in heaven."
"Haven't we already had a damn conversation like this?!"
"Yes."
With a vexed groan, Bakugou capitulated to defeat. "If you join me for breakfast, I'll rest today." He noticed the faint tinge of dejection that caused Todoroki's eyelids to sink ever so slightly.
"I usually feel sick if I eat br—"
"Now's a great time to work on it," Bakugou interjected his classmate.
Todoroki expelled a soft sigh. "Fine." He removed his hoodie from his waist and reached up, sliding it over his head. "Don't be offended when I don't finish all of it."
"Your existence is offensive," Bakugou snickered, yet his pupils fell to the floor as a blistering wave chilled his blood. "Don't take that the wrong way."
Todoroki shrugged. "You weren't wrong."
The hell do you mean I wasn't wrong, Icyhot?