TodoBaku One Shots [M/M, F/M]

piling up (blue & icarus pt3)

　After the Happy New Year.
　Shouto was surprised to see Bakugou deeply bent over. As he gaped, his older sister, who had bowed her head ahead of him, poked her elbow at Shouto. He hurriedly bowed his head and said, "Oh, Happy New Year." When he scooped up just a glance, he was already standing up, staring at him with red eyes. He was still standing on Sanwa, and in fact Shouto was already taller than him, but he still felt as if he was looking down on him, probably because of his intimidating presence.
　His father, who said, "Well," in an arrogant tone of voice, turned on his heel. He was probably going back to his study in the back of the house, his own room. The reason Bakugou came today was because he and his sister were planning to take him out for an evening shopping trip. Of course, his father would not be accompanying him there. Today, he was going to spend the day at home, which was unusual for him. He had no desire to know the details, but his sister told him about it.
"Well then," his sister looks at Shouto and Bakugou alternately and says with a smile, "I'll bring you some tea.'' "Don't worry about it," Bakugou said, bowing his head a little again. His fingertips were red as he took off his shoes and lined them up against the corner of the stile, indicating that it had been cold enough for him to park the car and reach the mansion.
Perhaps because there was no one else in the hallway except Shouto, Bakugou took off his coat with a sullen expression on his face. When he put out his hand to help him, he said, "It would be strange." Well, I guess so. This is his employer's house, and Shouto is the employer's son.
　There was a pole hanger in the entrance hall for guests to use, so Bakugou went to hang his coat there himself. Shouto walks down the hallway as he shoves his hands into his slacks pockets and scrunches his chin. The sound of footsteps following him tickled him. As they had just wished each other a Happy New Year, this was the first time they had met since the beginning of the New Year.
　Since Shouto is currently attending university from the dormitory, he comes back to his parents' house only twice a year. The first is during the Obon holidays and the second is during the New Year vacations. This time, he came back after visiting his mother on the morning of the 30th. Today was the 2nd, and his sister wanted to go to the first sale at the nearest big shopping mall. When she checked the shift with her father, she found out that Bakugou was in charge and since Shouto had been specially attached to him, she made a wonderful suggestion: "Why don't you ask him to come early?"
　Opening the door to his room, he felt the warm air flow in, as it was an old house and the hallway was cold. He turns around, making sure Bakugou closes the door, and takes a step closer to him, and a large hand is mercilessly placed in front of his eyes.

"Why?"
"What the fuck? This is your parents' house."

　He said this in a voice that sounded like a growl through his teeth, rather than yelling, which was rare. Of course, that's true.

"Harsh. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?"
"Have you already forgotten about the 23rd?"
"It's been ten days."
"You haven't seen me for much longer than that!"

　Bakugou continues to rant in a stifled voice as he slowly steps back.
　Of course, he was right, and they rarely got to see each other as they usually thought they would. Todoroki himself is busy with classes and training, and Bakugou continues to work as his father's bodyguard as usual. Moreover, he heard that he has recently been recognized for his skills and is helping the police organization train young police officers as an outside instructor. He doesn't think Bakugou is the kind of person who would be content to sit idly by as an escort and driver, so Shouto is very happy to see him doing so well, but it doesn't change the fact that he's become very busy.
　Thanks to this, they were able to see each other about once every three to four months, which often coincided on weekends and national holidays. December 23 was the Sunday before Christmas, a rare day when they managed to arrange our schedule. Most of the time, Shouto would sneak out to visit Bakugou at his house where he lived alone.
　So it has been a long time since he has seen him like this, at his parents' house, in his father's employ.
　It wasn't unusual for Bakugou to be in Shouto's room. He helped him with his studies for many years, and even took care of him when he wasn't feeling well. However, at that time, he remembered that all he could feel was nothing but a longing for him and painful emotions that he couldn't put a name to were swirling around inside his body, and it made him even more angry to be sitting next to him so calmly.
　He still remembers the elation he felt on the day he gave him his phone number so vividly that his fingertips still tremble, but at the same time, he remembers the many times he closed his eyes in his arms, and the feel of his soft hair and skin. Mixed with the fact that he knows the depths of his body, he feels a sense of immorality.

"Gross."

　Bakugou's eyes twitched with a look of utter dismay on his face. It's been about ten years since they first met, but he looks exactly the same, and he's even excited to see him looking at him with a superior gaze.
　Everything is the same, from the unbuttoned starched white shirt, to the navy blue tie that is slightly loosened, to the center press of the slacks. The only thing that was different was the Todoroki family's slippers, which he must have bought new.

"Don't... stay silent, say something."

　Shoto hurriedly rubbed his mouth.

"Sorry, it's kinda..."

　He feels that it is different from being deeply moved. It's not such a beautiful, normal, pure feeling. He glanced at the bed. Even though it has been more than a year since he left his parents' home, his older sister and Chiyo help clean Shouto's room, keeping it clean and safe for him to visit any time. So, the bed there was just the same as when he lived here.
　He was aware that he had imposed his selfishness too much on him even ten days ago.
　There was a knock and the two of them jumped in shock like in cartoons. When Shouto opened the door in a hurry, his older sister was standing there holding a tray.

"Hm? What's wrong with both of you standing still?"
"Ah, no, nothing. We were talking about how nostalgic it was."
"That's right. You used to help me with my studies."

　Shouto takes the tray from his sister. He placed two teacups and a plate with steamed buns on top of his study desk.

"It seems like they close early, so I'd like to leave after 3 o'clock."
"Okay. "

"Well then, take your time," his sister said, waving innocently as she walked back. Pulling the doorknob with a strangely trembling hand, Shouto let out a sigh. He looks up at the clock. It's only half past one.
　As if he wanted to be as far away from the futon as possible, Bakugou pulled out a folding chair that had been stored away and sat down on it vigorously, making a grating sound as he opened it for the first time in a long time.
　Shouto sat down on the chair he was using for his own studies. Bakugou, with an unfaithful look on his face, rests his elbows on the desk and grabs the bun with bad manners. He stares at the glutinous, glossy white skin, which is twisted by the bite. Flour sticks to the corner of his lips.

"Kid."

　Bakugou laughed as his tongue licked it away. Shouto narrows his eyes, as he clenches his fists.

"As I sit here and look at you there, I remember how much I love you and how painful it was for me."

　The steamed bun falls down. As expected, he is indeed a fine man as he pulls the plate back. The bun landed on the edge of the plate with the sweet bean paste peeking out.

"Was it painful..."

"There?" He thought. However, the feeling soon becomes irresistible.
　He's a difficult man to understand.
　He thinks it has always been that way. He was the one who gently but secretly tried to reduce the pain and suffering that Shouto experienced.

"It's still painful to realize, but it's not that bad."

　Bakugou's eyes were wide open, as if the curves of his eyelids were symmetrical. For a moment, the thin skin of his pupils trembled as if in spasm, but his red eyes were piercing Shouto without wavering in the slightest.
　It was true. It gets painful over and over again. It's as if his chest is being squeezed. But that's probably a good thing. He wishes it could go on forever.
　Bakugou's hand grabbed Shouto's face as he leaned forward gently with his hand on the edge of the desk.

"Don't talk nonsense to me, you little shit."
"Ouch. You call me a brat when you're embarrassed."

　His fingers have gotten really strong.
　He was pinched so bad that it left a mark on his cheek, and his sister had to worry about him.

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