𝑭𝑶𝑹♥︎𝑻𝑯𝑬♥︎𝑺𝑨𝑲𝑬 ➭ 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒐 𝒙 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐𝒖

𝐌𝐑. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐑.

Spring had started, the Sakura trees began blossoming while the wind cooled  down into faithful waves. Todoroki had his own problem, still. Bakugou would just be making things awkward between him and the dual-haired male. It could've been a fresh start, no disruptions and concentrating on the moral. Well, speaking for itself. Would that have been even partly possible? They had the exact thoughts, maybe leading off in an unusual pace wasn't the best, nor was hiding your true desire from the person you interact with most.

While the two 'rivals' were confusing themselves in an array of events, Komori was set. It's not like Todoroki had joined a gang full of players and now he's becoming one of them. No, no. It's nothing stupidly tragic like that. He was holding a lie, a lie that would've gotten this over with. It was fairly taking a while actually. 

A while back, Bakugou an Shouto were training. They'd discovered how good they were as sparring partners, though they would never admit that. That was the good relationship between them building over time, in definition, the only good relationship they held that mostly took in power and caress. They worried for each other, still wouldn't admit it. 

Bakugou had stubbornly gotten up at 3 in the morning, irritating as it was he scurried on with his annoying morning and headed to the UA kitchen. Pouring himself a cup of water, he thought to himself for being oblivious enough to think it was 5 in the morning. 'This is gonna' totally ruin my sleeping schedule'. Well, might as well deal with it. 

He threw his cup into the sink, feeling too pissed to wash his dish he stormed back to his dorm. Then stormed back out. A loud bang was heard at Todoroki's dorm. 'Is he mental?' Todoroki thought, he stumbled and irritatingly opened the door for Bakugou to push him aside and let himself enter. He to himself, had no reason to be here. He wasn't thinking properly, in correct language he probably wasn't thinking at all. Todoroki glared at the blond in confusion, normally he would've asked Bakugou to let him be. But, due to the lousiness of Todoroki waking up early, he put it aside. Or forgot.

They both made direct eye contact not letting another's gaze turf them. Though, Todoroki and Katsuki were on a different page they had passion in their restless eyes. The crimson touch in Bakugou's eyes held a great amount of connection filled with the slightest glimpse of shyness. The other pair of multi-coloured eyes painted on a difficult but gentle expression. Bakugou stepped closer, he was basically leaning on Todoroki who had been clipped to the wall behind the door. Though their words didn't come out, their bodies, gazes, actions and steps told for them. Bakugou shot a stern and steady look at Todoroki who blankly looked back. 

Showing on a couple days ago, The two boys had finished first period. Everyone had. Then it came to Lunch, The 'Bakusquad' was sitting on a filled lunch table with smiles on their faces. Seemingly to be from Bakugou's harsh request on paying for lunch, since Denki forgot his wallet at the dorms, and he'd lost his dormroom key. The blond wondered how dumb everyone around him was. How oblivious, taken, idiotic and stupid they were. No matter what chances they were, he'd never cared. Maybe sometimes in serious actions, but so called never in those tiny mistakes that he wasn't granted for.

Bakugou's eyes dozed off into another pair, a darling pair of eyes which were difficult to guess. He found his connection in those mistaken eyes that lied an emotionless trap. He loved those eyes, but he wouldn't admit it, he found interest in Todoroki's gaze, again, would never admit it. 

He mentally slapped himself, what was he tossing himself into? The victim was himself, he got dumbfounded in those stupidly dumb pretty eyes. He grunted as he told his group to shut up since they'd already made more then half the lunch room stare at this table. When will he get it? He wondered, when will he meet a closer view of the prettiest boy he'd ever met? He didn't hesitate this time, he sprinted up nervously as he saw Shouto leave for the restroom. 

He hurried behind Todoroki who'd slammed the door shut causing Bakugou to fall back. He starred at the door in pity and walked to the sink beside Todoroki. 

Todoroki laid his eyes onto Bakugou's. They met with an awkward gaze. "How's life?" Todoroki started, still trying to bandage his arm. Bakugou tugged his wrist and took control over Todoroki's injury, Todoroki surprisingly didn't seem to mind. "It's shitty. But it's going fine" Bakugou responded earning a light laugh from the boy. "I suppose.,Mommy issues?" Todoroki added, "Tch..Sure" Bakugou responded again. They'd never actually had small talk. It was rare. They stopped again, they thought. 'What is this fool doing?' they both wondered as their hands lingered around the other's hands. "Bakugou, we can't." Todoroki softly admitted as Bakugou gave a smile. The smile was graceful, it was soft. Todoroki liked it, he loved it. 

"For now, I'll get you next time" Bakugou playfully 'joked'. Todoroki felt a connection, he felt in his oblivious mind that he would easily be manipulated. But he didn't mind, he didn't mind if it was Bakugou that was going to set him. After small talk, he lingered more. He wanted to caress Bakugou, and prove he was worthy. His gut feelings were like burning butterflies that kept swaying. Todoroki stared back at his arm, it was neatly wrapped. 

The day came to an end and Todoroki was still gushing furiously about the restroom incident. He'd never felt this way with Komori, his mind felt sorry that he was the one manipulating himself into for starters, thinking that he'd truly loved Komori, and for falling for that stupidly attractive blondie. 

He was troubling himself by being picky. It wasn't a difficult choice, either the one he faked loving or the one who he loves. 

His touch, voice, gaze, potential, power, beauty and roughness surprised Todoroki in a blushing moment. He reacted as if a second fourth grader got a note from their crush. How childish? Well, maybe not entirely. Todoroki was misunderstood, it wasn't his fault, though he treated it like it was. Loving desires struck him in an unknown way.

He gathered up items and rushed to make it into him dorm. He'd tried to avoid any students attempting to talk, or greet him. There wasn't foolish time for that, he needed to snap out.

He threw his bag onto the chair and tossed on comfortable clothes. An irritating headache had spread throughout his mind, he tossed himself onto his bed and lingered the cold touch of the bed. 

Back to where we continued from, Todoroki and Bakugou stayed in a position where they'd stare at one another. "May I help you?" Todoroki questioned, breaking the everlasting silence. "I want to talk" Bakugou responded. Todoroki nodded as he sat on the far corner of his bed. Bakugou walked to Todoroki. They sat beside each other, hesitatingly waiting for each other to speak. "Are you happy?" Bakugou asked, Todoroki stared in confusion. "I'm fine." He answered. Bakugou asked again, "Are you happy?". Todoroki tightened his hands into fists. "I said I'm alright". Bakugou blankly stared. "So, you're not happy?" He asked. Todoroki thought, he wasn't happy with Komori. He also wasn't happy with faking his love. "No. I'm not happy." He softly spoke. He felt Bakugou's warm touch caress his hands. "Why aren't you happy?" He asked. Todoroki's chest felt heavy, he'd never told anybody. "I faked everything." He responded. 

Todoroki felt tears emerge from his eyes. Bakugou knew, he knew how dumb he now was. How oblivious, childish, stupid and idiotic. 

A hand reached Todoroki's face, it wiped away the formed tears. Bakugou could make him bleed, cry, manipulated and more. But instead he chose to comfort Todoroki in his worries. Bakugou led his grip onto Todoroki's waist. He pulled Todoroki's head onto his shoulder and let him caress the moment. Without words, Bakugou stood up and dragged Todoroki with him out the dorm. They headed down the stairs. Todoroki didn't know what he was doing, he simply followed. Bakugou's hands tightened around Todoroki's. They pulled themselves outside. The rain pattered on their bodies. Bakugou didn't mind how cold he was, he wanted to change, to build an actual relation.