TodoBaku Stuff

Sorry (Not Sorry)

Summary:
Bakugou Katsuki may have made a mistake. Not that he'd call it that, of course, but he probably should've thought more about what he chose to wear when he allowed Todoroki into his home to work on their shared case.

He just hadn't exactly anticipated that Todoroki would notice his piercings. Or more importantly, not shut the fuck up about them.

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“What—what is that?” Todoroki asked suddenly, voice sounding oddly strained.

Bakugou looked up from the table, blinking in an attempt to focus on him rather than the paperwork he’d be staring at for the last hour. “What is what?”

Todoroki opened his mouth like he meant to speak but seemed unable to do so. Instead, he simply pointed to Bakugou’s chest.

Bakugou looked down.

Oh.

“Not that it’s any of your fucking business,” Bakugou mumbled, looking back down at the papers before him on the table and fighting off a flush. “But I happen to have piercings.”

Bakugou had never regretted wearing a white t-shirt more in his entire life. He should have thought about his outfit more before allowing Todoroki into his apartment to work on this stupid case. When he was at home, he rarely gave much thought to his clothing choices beyond is it comfortable, and do I look hot in it.

Bakugou looked hot in everything. He knew; he checked frequently. As such, he was wearing a comfortable t-shirt that was really more of a white undershirt and a pair of loose-fitting jeans.

It might have been wise to check that he was also not exposing one of his best-kept secrets in the process of being hot and comfortable in his own home, but oh well. Too fucking late now.

Silence descended around them. Bakugou thought Todoroki had let it go, his mind slowly drifting back into the zone of casework as he read through the file before him for the fifth time.

“You have your nipples pierced,” Todoroki said, breaking the quiet. It wasn’t a question.

Jesus christ.

Bakugou glanced up, raising an eyebrow, his eyes issuing an unspoken challenge. “Is that a fucking problem?”

Todoroki shook his head, seeming distracted. Barely paying attention. He wasn’t even looking at Bakugou, actually. His eyes were glued to the front of his fucking shirt.

“For fucks sake, do you want me to put on a different shirt?” Bakugou sighed, leaning back in his chair and rubbing at his forehead. He could feel the headache he’d been trying to fight off all afternoon steadily increasing with every second spent longer in Todoroki’s company.

“Can I see?” Todoroki asked.

Bakugou dropped his hands abruptly, shooting Todoroki a surprised look.

“You want to see my nipple piercings,” Bakugou said slowly, voice thick with disbelief.

Todoroki swallowed, but his eyes didn’t blink, still locked on the front of Bakugou’s shirt. “Yes.”

“Why?” Bakugou asked incredulously, completely thrown off by what was happening.

Todoroki’s gaze finally snapped up to lock with his own. His face was flushed in a way that Bakugou was pissed off to find was strangely endearing, hair falling across his forehead softly and almost glowing in the fading afternoon light. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes seemed to be trying to convey something to Bakugou all the same.