A complicated love story (BkTd)

Chapter 33 - "I get to fuck the prettiest boy in school"

(A/N: I swore I'd never discontinue a story, so here I am again) 

"This is impossible!" Kaminari cried.

"Only if you're stupid."

"HEY!"

• • •

"Why do you reckon those useless extras were spying on us earlier?" Bakugo asked, proofreading his rough draft. Todoroki shrugged, sharpening a pencil by the trash bin in his room. 

"Why do they do anything? What caught my attention was the fact that it was only the girls who were there. Which leads me to believe the boys will be paying us a visit sooner rather than later." He said, kneeling back down next to his fuck buddy. 

"Tsk. You're probably right." Katsuki scoffed, scribbling out a grammar mistake. When they weren't passionately making out or having rough sex, they were actually quite productive. They had grades and reputations to maintain after all. 

"Regardless, we should be more careful next time we hang out." Shoto pointed out, insinuating that they would hang out again in the future. Not that Bakugo had any objections to such an idea. But when had their relationship started to evolve this much? How did they go from rivals, to study buddies, to friends with benefits, to...well maybe just regular friends (who also have sex on the side.) 

"Yeah, no shit. Wouldn't want them to get the wrong idea about us." The blond answered. Todoroki looked up from his paper. 

"What would be the wrong idea?" He asked curiously. 

"That we're in a relationship? Y'know dating and whatnot?" Katsuki said like it was obvious. 

"You'd rather they think we're horny bastards than boyfriends?" The taller boy deadpanned. 

"Look Halfie, you know I couldn't care less about what anyone thinks of me but I don't want people spreading lies about us. I don't give a shit if the truth is unflattering. And I mean listen, all it really means is I get to fuck the prettiest boy in school with no strings attached, I'm living the life." He almost preened. 

"Right..." 

"You got a problem with that?" Normally his tone would be sharp, accusatory, but here it was almost concerned for his two-toned (maybe) friend. 

"No no, no problems. We already established the bounds of this arrangement. So I understand your viewpoint entirely." He nodded. 

"You know you can tell me if something's on your mind right?" The vermillion-eyed boy leaned in closer, voice uncharacteristically soft. He wasn't trying to play therapist, but again, he had some making up to do for the times he hurt Shoto. 

"Thank you for caring." He smiled, a nice, warm genuine smile. Something inside Bakugo lit up in that moment. He couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what that was, but he found himself really enjoying the feeling. He wanted more of it. More of Shoto's cute smiles. 

For once, he didn't hate himself for thinking that. 

"Don't mention it." Before he could stop himself, Katsuki's hand gently grabbed Todoroki's chin, thumb rubbing his jawline tenderly. 

They looked at each other for a while, not saying much but understanding the emotions that flowed through the touch. Bakugo thought back to a while ago, when he believed himself to be craving more intimacy from the younger boy, but as they are now, he thinks he may have been mistaken. 

If he wasn't craving physical connection, maybe it was emotional connection he had been lacking in. 

"Come on, let's get back to work." Todoroki suggested, still sporting that gorgeous smile that could make anyone melt. (Anyone in this case being Katsuki) 

"Sure." 

• • •

"I'M TELLING YOU IF WE PRESS HIM BAKUGO WILL TELL US WHAT'S GOING ON!" Kaminari yelled, voice overlapping with all the other boys involved in this little spy mission. 

"NO WAY! BAKUBRO WILL BLOW YOU INTO THE STRATOSPHERE IF YOU DO THAT!" Kirishima responded, hands grabbing onto Denki's shoulder, trying to shake the stupidity out of him. 

"Kacchan's definitely a no-go, but I doubt we'll have much luck with Todoroki-kun either..." Midoryia mumbled, only to have his words completely misunderstood. 

"SO WE HAVE A SHOT WITH TODOROKI!" Sero exclaimed, pumping his fist into the air victoriously.

"Wait that's not-" Before Deku had a chance to correct him, the rest of the boys were cheering and began plotting their 'attack'. They planned to corner Shoto after classes the next day, and keep asking questions until something of interest came up. A much less discrete approach than the one the girls had, and would most likely give similar results. But alas... 

Izuku sighed, realizing he couldn't talk them out it, especially not when they were this excited. Instead he decided to take a backseat, and let their plan unfold how they envisioned it. Maybe once it failed he'd be able to provide his own input. Then again, there was no guarantee it would fail. Jirou had told them that Shoto breaks under pressure, so if they executed it properly, they may get the upper hand over him. 

• • •

It was late into the evening when the boys decided to wrap up their study session. They made good progress, or better progress compared to the previous sessions. Still, a sense of accomplishment washed over them. Bakugo was packing up his things, while Todoroki took the chance to change into his pajamas. 

He did notice how much slower the other one collected his stationary, and how he accidentally dropped a pen one too many times. But if he had suspicions as to why, he didn't share them out loud. Coincidentally, once Shoto was done, Katsuki's hand-eye coordination miraculously improved. Funny how that works? 

"Same time tomorrow? Or is your dad training you?" Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, he watched as Todoroki checked his phone calendar. 

"Yeah tomorrow's fine, it's the day after that I have to go home." He confirmed. 

"Alright. And tomorrow, do you wanna..relieve some stress?" 

"What an eloquent way of putting it Blondie." The candy cane snorted, finding the euphemism to be quite amusing. 

"Hey! My fault for watching my language for once." Bakugo crossed his arms, he was relieved that they got back to their usual post-study banter. 

"That's precisely why I'm shocked. You never put in the effort to watch your language."

"Fine, tomorrow I'm gonna rail you. Is that better?"

"Much, thank you." A satisfied smirk played on his lips, irritating the other to no end. 

"You're so fucking weird Icyhot." The older boy said rolling his eyes. 

"Goodnight Bakugo."

"Yeah, goodnight you weirdo." He made his way to the door, muttering to himself about how much of a dumbass Todoroki was before he was called back. 

"Katsuki...You really think I'm the prettiest boy in school?" Shoto inquired, his sass from earlier fading into something fragile. He was staring at his hands, fingers clutching his blanket tightly. 

"Moron, you really think I'd enjoy fucking you this much if you weren't? Hell, you think I'd wanna have sex with you at all? Geez you really are slow for someone so smart." Bakugo sneered, before leaving the room. 

The implication of his sentence hung heavy in the air. Three things became very clear in that moment, Bakugo thought he was very pretty, Bakugo greatly enjoyed fucking him, and Bakugo thought he was 'so smart'. (And that he's a slow moron but is that really worth mentioning?)

A cornucopia of compliments neatly packaged up in a sentence crammed full of insults. If that isn't a great way to describe how the blond refers to him, I don't know what is.