Roommates (TodoBaku)

Music Bondin' And Fuckin'

Icyhot, a half n' half bastard that I can't stand. Yet, my brain says otherwise. As disgusting as it sounds, I really want to touch him and fuck him senseless.

I really want to fuck him. I want to hear every moan in existence. Any that he has, from his low to his high. I want to make him explode and loose control over me. I want him to let loose and show me every emotion he has to offer.

God. I really fucking want him.

"Bakugo, stop spacing out. Aizawa just called for us." Halfie tells me, with his dumb monotone voice.

I roll my eyes and grit my teeth in annoyance, "Shut up."

But, I do get up and follow him to Aizawa.

"So, what did you need, sir?" The taller, "hetero"-chronian asks.

"I have a assignment for you two and you two have to do it or you'll both be expelled." Aizawa tells us.

We both nod, sharing a glance then, looking back at our teacher.

"Good. Now, you two will be sharing a dormitory from here on out, due to some issues... So, you two will have to do it without any complaints. And, last thing, you also have to complete a five-thousand word essay on your roommate life. I'm interested in what you two have to say about eachother. Alright?" Aizawa explains.

I feel my soul leave my body.

"WHAT!? I HAVE TO SHARE WITH.. HIM!?" My mouth gapes open, as I yell.

This is the best thing that could ever happen to me. Now I get to see him everyday. And, maybe.. I could make my move on him.

"Yes, complain once more and I won't hesitate to expel either of you." Aizawa scoffs.

"Tch, whatever." I click my tongue.

"Yes sir." Halfie replies monotonously.

"Good. I also want it hand written." He tells us before leaving the room.

I sigh, I hate writing assignments.

*

"I like our room," Halfie comments.

"Shut up." I scoff.

He takes his stuff over to the right side of our room and sets his things onto his bed.

I take my stuff to my side of the room and unpack my things in silence.

"Bakugo, what should we decorate our new dorm with?" He asks.

"Deftone posters." I reply.

"Oh, I like that artist too. I agree." He replies.

I felt my heart beat faster at that. He likes the same music as me? Maybe he'd listen to it with me..

I shake those ridiculous thoughts away and continue unpacking.

"I have some, I will hang them up for us, if you'd like." He tells me.

I don't reply to that, not because I don't want it, but because I think my heart will jump out of my throat.

I calm down before speaking, "Do whatever you want."

He hums in response.

We continue unpacking in a comfortable silence, not pushing the conversation further.

As soon as we finish, I flop back onto my bed and close my eyes. I'm so fucking exhausted from unpacking. I had so much stuff. Fuck me for bringing so much to UA.