Are You My Someone? {TodoBaku}

chapter 23

"You can stay."

Todoroki looks back at Bakugou with a surprised expression. He face glows with pink and he stutters to reply, "okay." Collecting himself, he walks in. Hit with the smell of caramel and burning fire wood.

Does he have to smell so good.

"I don't know if you're hungry but if you are I can make you something." Bakugou says from his bed, Todoroki walks in and stands by the door.

He looks at his phone to check the time, "it's 1 in the morning. I'll be fine." Katsuki nods and stands up to walk towards Shoto.

"I'm going to take a shower" he steps real close, testing Todoroki's self control. His breath tickling his chin; hot and minty.

Oh if I could just kiss his cheek again. Or lay next to him. I'm already breathing the same air as him so I should be grateful. Shoto thinks, cursing himself for thinking so much like Ashido, Kaminari, and his brother. He's broken out if his trance, "Okay, Icyhot?" Katsuki says annoyed.

"Right, yeah, sorry." He step out the way for Katsuki to go through the door. Todoroki waits on the bed and looks around at his surroundings.

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Todoroki's p.o.v.

"Hey, can you step out real quick." Bakugou walks in with a  towel around his waist and my heart skips a beat. His pecs glisten with water, making his skin appear to shimmer. His wet hair sticking to his face, as a bead of water rolls down his chin to his neck then down his pecs and abs disappearing; soaked by the towel-, "close your damn mouth, you dog, and get out!" He shrieked.

"Sorry."

I walk out with a red face, before I do though I look back to catch his tripezious muscles relaxed. Did I make him uncomfortable. I thought as the door slams shut.

Bakugou's p.o.v.

I slam the door. Just who does this guy think he is. I walk over to my bed with an exaggerated sigh. He looked at me.

Not that he never looked at me before, but this was different. He looked frustrated. Like he couldn't do what he wanted. Frustration sat on his face.

So confusing? Not for me. I know that look. It's the same look of hunger Eijirou gave me. Before my first. My first with him, my first with anyone. My first.

As much as I'd like to forget. I can't. But everyone is hung up on their first, right?

I stood up and made my way over to my closet. Settling on black boxers and gray hoodie, I slip into my bunny slippers and open my door.

Walking to the living room to see Todoroki boredly scrolling through his phone. I slouch next to him, "hey." I speak up. He turns to look at me with a slight smile.

"You look comfy.", his gaze falls on my slippers.

"Shut up.", I turn my head to hide my embarrassment. "Are you taking a shower?"

"Yeah.", he pauses. "But before I do, I've got a question."

I look at him, "shoot." I muse.

"How are you paying for all this-" he gestures to the apartment, "I mean I know you study dance, but anything else you do... for work? I work a part-time job, and only pay my sister's light and water bill."

"Oh, well nosey. I do have a part-time job as a barista... but that's for groceries, toiletries, and clothing for myself", I sigh. "The apartment, all my parents."

"Why?", he looks away like he shouldn't have asked. "I mean that's a great thing for you parents to do, not leaving you to fend for yourself. But there must be a reason, right?" I nod. "You don't have to answer."

"It's fine, dumbass. They owe me." I chuckled at his reaction. He looked surprised, then his face scrunched up. Real cute. "Have you heard of Ignite Design?"

"Yes, it's the best selling clothing and magazine company in Masutafu."

"My parents own it." He looks interested, "See your not the only kid with important parents. Anyway, when I was younger I used to model their clothes and be put in magazines. The thing is all those times weren't because I wanted to. I went along with all the dumb ass photos and clothes they put me in because they said they'll forever be in my dept."

He nods slowly before he looks down at my legs and looks back up with a face red of blush, "where are... your pants?" He whispers. I would laugh but I'm just as flustered.

"Dumbass." I say, huskly. Then I stand up and pull up my hoodie, only to feel his eyes travel up and down my backside. Going from the him of my boxers, down my ass, to my thighs then away. "I-I have boxers on, see?" I spat, after a whole minute of being checked out.

He lets out a satisfied sigh, "yeah, I can see that."

Right.

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