𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝘽𝙤𝙮

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A/N: You can play the music above if you'd like- I thought it would match this chapter.

"Oh, good morning, Bakugo." He welcomes.

I peer over him to see what he's doing... Is he seriously making fucking soba?

I scowl at him, "Are you seriously making soba before classes?"
He nodded, "Yeah, it's my favorite." Is he fucking serious? That shit is unhealthy. Wait- Why do I even care?

"You should be making NORMAL breakfast food, not fucking cold soba first thing in the mornin'." I declare. He just stares at me, dumbfounded. What? "But.. I love my soba," he pouted. Is he some fucking child?

"I don't give a fuck, lemme make you some real food," I shoved him aside.
He pouted more and sat down at the table, I started making a proper breakfast for that bastard.

Todoroki POV :)

I didn't know Bakugo cared so much for my diet. Although.. I heard his cooking is good so, I'm not complaining. I mean, he corrected me with those chives from the party. Maybe, he's as good as everyone claims. I mean, I've never had his cooking. Maybe, it is really that good.

Bakugo walked over to me and put a plate of food in front of me, "Eat all of it or I'll murder you." He spoke, harsh.
I nodded and began eating the food. Oh my god.. this is the best food I've ever had. Better than Fuyumi's cooking.. that says a lot.

I happily ate the food he cooked for me. He sat down beside me and drank his coffee. It feels odd to be so close with Bakugo now, he's never so kind.

I wonder if he's sick or something. He never acts this way towards me. He's always like, 'DIE YOU HALF N HALF BASTARD!'. It's strange how something could change a person, let alone Bakugo. I wonder what did that.

After I ate and he finished his coffee, we headed to class together. He was actually the one to offer, how strange.
He walked beside me with no fuss, he was pretty calm. It was.. kinda cute.

After we headed into the classroom he sat down in Yaoyorozu's seat.. which is next to mine..

"Bakugo? Why are you in her seat?" I question him. He shots a glare at me, "Because I can, fucker." I sighed and sat down in my seat. He stared at me while I tried to ignore it but, it felt unsettling. I don't know what to do, is he planning my death? My funeral?

I sat there, nervous. I felt hot and not in a good way. I was heating up, he's just staring at me. This isn't going to end well, I just have a gut feeling.

He leans closer to me then whispers, "Oi Icyhot, you're on fire."

I- I'M ON FIRE?! I burst into flames and everyone immediately snaps their heads towards me, Iida immediately grabs a fire distinguisher and sprays me with it. Oh fuck.

....

"What happened earlier, Todoroki." Aizawa spoke, pissed off.

I looked down at my hands and I can't help but feel ashamed.. embarrassed even. I feel sick to my stomach, I can't believe I just went aflame in class.. why did my quirk go out of control like that? It's never done that before.. could this be serious?

"I don't know.. my quirk wasn't in my control for some odd reason.. I'm sorry to disappoint you, Sensei.. I should've kept my quirk under control." I pouted while I kept my head lowered in shame.

He sighed and put his hand onto my shoulder, "Look, I'm not mad at you, but please be more careful. Your quirk is powerful, if this happens again, I'll have to have someone check on what's going on with your quirk. This could be serious," he spoke gentle.

I felt like crying right then and there, how could he be so kind after something like that? I ruined our period cause of my stupid father's side. My left side is a curse. Isn't it?

He let me go and move on to lunch, he's too kind to be my teacher. Anyway, I head to lunch alone in the lonely, quiet, dim-lighten hallway.

I head over to my table without getting lunch, I don't even want to eat. I'm too upset and queazy from earlier. I sigh and rest my head onto my right hand while staring straight ahead.

"Todoroki? Are you feeling alright?" A green haired boy spoke up. I didn't even want to talk, I feel so ill.

This is very unlike me, what's happening to me? I can't help but feel hot at the thought of Bakugo. Why am I feeling this way? It's irritating.

I sigh once again before speaking to the broccoli haired boy, "I'm not feeling so well, Midoriya." I told him honestly.

"I'm sorry that you aren't feeling well, is there anything I can do to make you feel better or.. are you genuinely ill?" He questioned. I feel like throwing up.

"I uh.. I need to go to the bathroom, excuse me," I spoke quietly. I got up and rushed to the bathroom.

I ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I went into a stall then puked all of the food I ate from this morning and possibly last night..

...Why do I feel this way?

End of the chapter!

A/N: Hello again, I've decided to make this a Todoroki POV kind of chapter. Maybe there will be a better insight of what's going on, on his end. You know?

Will Shoto find out why he's feeling sick? Guess you'll have to find out next chapter :)

Here's a cute todobaku pic again <3

That's kinda homo.

Word count: 966 words.