Conflagration

Chapter 3

"The amount of fun I had was... pleasantly surprising," Iida spoke with a slightly interested tone, otherwise showing no other signs of wanting to continue the conversation the three roommates were having.

It was the morning after the club, a Saturday, around eight am as the two men who worked mornings got ready to leave the shared house. Izuku didn't need to be up, he really should be getting more rest, he knows, but the house was suspiciously quiet, too quiet for him to go back to sleep.

He'd come downstairs to find his friends talking about their previous night, both keeping casual until the barista entered the room. Izuku knew something was up when Todoroki smiled in the morning.

"Well, I know Midoriya had a lot of fun." He stated, earning the pleasure of being one of the first to see Izuku blush that day. "You didn't get to see it, did you, Iida? He was all over this guy I didn't even know he knew, he was even gri-"

Izuku gasped rushing up to him with a sudden burst of energy. He slapped a hand over his mouth, shaking his head in embarrassment. "We don't have to talk about that this morning, right? It's morning!" He deflected, hoping that Iida kept his nonchalant attitude after learning a bit of new information. Thankfully, he could count on the older man's frequent boredom.

"He's right, Todoroki. Too much stimulant in the morning can prevent the steadiness of thought processing."

Izuku let out a relieved breath when Todoroki nodded, letting his hands fall back to his sides with a huff. That was close. I knew I shouldn't have done that kind of thing in such an open place.

Izuku tuned out the rest of their conversation, pulling out a few eggs to make himself something other than cereal for breakfast. He waved Iida off when he left, ignoring Todoroki's rampant rant about how upset he was that he didn't get to 'spill the beans' about Izuku's sudden 'horny disaster'. "I wanted to watch him gasp and freak out. I mean, you were grinding your entire ass on a guy, just like I taught you, and he was hot too! He-"

The green-haired barista grabbed a pan and held it up, waving it slightly to effectively showcase his harmful intent. "Shut up, Todoroki." He hummed in a sing-song voice, turning his head enough to glare sideways at the red and white-haired man. 

"Fine, fine. Whatever, he'll find out after you two start dating anyways." Todoroki muttered, raising a suspicious eyebrow and looking back down at his bowl of cereal. He stirred the spoon around a few times, and Izuku turned away.

"We're not going to start dating just because we did a little bit of... dirty dancing." Izuku blushed at his own words, still finding the entire experience quite dreamlike.

"You lied. You do know how to dance."

"You have no idea what my hips can do, Bakugo-san."

The barista shook his head, taking a deep breath and cracking the eggs into the pan he'd set on the stove. He heard Todoroki get up, most likely taking his bowl and silverware to the sink. 

"By the look on your face, I can tell that you know whatever's going on between you two is something a little more than a friendship." The male behind him tapped his shoulder, and he heard a sigh. "Just be careful, ok? Bakugo can be a bit... sneaky at times."

Todoroki walked towards the stairs, leaving Izuku to think on his words. This was the second time he'd heard that word when it came to speaking about Bakugo. Sneaky? Why are they calling him that? He seems nice, not like the type to be too secretive.

That was what the rest of Izuku's morning consisted of. Thinking about Bakugo, and how he could be suspicious or scary and dangerous in any way. Maybe it was just their first few impressions, but Izuku thought that he was probably just brash and hard to get along with.