Change of Perspective (TodoBaku)

Chapter Fifty-Five

Todoroki's POV:

I open my eyes and the brightness from outside blinds me. I turn and see Bakugo still asleep.

I want to kiss him.

I tap him on the shoulder to wake him up. "Psst babe," I whisper, continuing the poking.

He grumbles and turns away from me. I continue and he finally grumbles in annoyance as he sits up. He looks over at me with a frown and a messy head of hair.

"Jesus Christ okay, I'm up," he says.

"Let's go brush our teeth."

"You just want a kiss."

"Yeah, I do, now let's go," I say, pulling him out of bed with me.

I see Oroka in the corner of my eye and once Bakugo is out of bed, stretching, I crouch down to pet her. I look up at Bakugo as I do so and see him stretching dramatically. Kinda like a cat. His shirt rides up a little, giving me a great view of him abs.

"Okay," I say, instantly, getting up, "That's enough stretching, let's go."

I grab his hand and lead us to the restroom. "Wait," I say as soon as we step foot outside the room.

"Yeah, dumbass, the toothbrushes," he points out.

I laugh and go back into the room to grab them along with our toothpaste.

Once we're in the restroom, we use the restroom and brush our teeth. I look over at Bakugo through the mirror and see that he's already looking at me. I wink at him and he rolls his eyes before spitting out the toothpaste in his mouth and rinsing.

I finish after and as soon as my mouth is dry, I pull him in for a kiss. He melts into it at first, but then stiffens up immediately, pushing me away. His face is red and he's looking around to see if anyone is here. It feels really early though, so I don't think there is. When he looks back at me, he frowns and flips me off.

"Got scared cause last time we traumatized Tokoyami," he complains.

"Aw, we didn't traumatize him," I argue.

He gives me a look and I nod. "Yes, really," I answer.

"Then why did he look like he saw a ghost?" He asks.

"Cause-uhh-cause it was new to him. He wasn't traumatized," I say, coming up with an excuse.

It actually did look like we scared him. We should actually apologize.

"Alright, whatever, but no making out in the restroom anymore," he says.

He's still red as he gets his stuff and makes his way to leave. He turns to me slightly and I blink. Oh, yeah, I should follow him. I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste and follow eagerly. I can kiss him in his room.

We walk up the stairs, and I can't help but feel a little disappointed. If we took the elevator, I could've been kissing him already. I keep following and he keeps a slow pace. I sigh heavily, annoyed. I push him to walk faster and he laughs.

"Alright, alright I'll hurry," he says, still laughing. I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel warmth wash over me at the sound.

I stop pushing as he picks up the pace.

"Jeez, why do you want to kiss me so much? You really are grabby and clingy, huh?" He asks.

"Yeah, I really really want to kiss you. Like all the time. I would very much enjoy being able to kiss you non stop actually, so if you could walk even faster," I suggest.