A complicated love story (BkTd)

Chapter 35 - "I'm here now."

Moans and groans echoed between them, as they neared their orgasms. The two-toned boy's back arched, fingers digging into his fuck buddy's shoulders. The intensity of the cold and heat was beginning to be too much for him to bear. He trembled, feeling the ring start to loosen. As soon as his dick was free, he came with a harsh cry.

Katsuki followed suit, emptying his load into Todoroki. He then proceeded to collapse on top of him.

• • •

When Shoto woke up, it was morning. He was clean, wearing boxers and a shirt that fit too loose to be one of his own. It smelled faintly of cinnamon and caramel. Bakugo wasn't there anymore, but a note was left on his nightstand next to a freshly refilled bottle of water.

You were out like a light by the time I pulled out. Sorry if you wanted me to wake you up, you looked like you needed the rest. Good luck training with your dad later.

(P.S keep the shirt)

-Katsuki

Todoroki smiled at the note, putting it with the others he received in his drawer. He stretched his arms over his head, feeling the relief after being in the same position for who knows how long. He got dressed in his uniform, deciding he'd wash Bakugo's shirt once it stopped smelling like him. Is that creepy? God he sure hoped not.

School was mundane as usual, but none of his friends were snooping around today which was a good sign. Near the end of their last period he started getting antsy, worrying about the training he was going to have to endure later. He bounced his leg up and down, fidgeting with his hands. Anxiously watching the clock—other students were too but for the opposite reason—he hoped time would miraculously slow down.

To no avail, the final bell rung and he was forced to pack up his things and head to his childhood home.

• • •

The angry blond drudged down the hallway, study supplies in hand. The half'n'half bastard must've gotten back by now. And he needed...um...confirmation from a trusted source that he was understanding the new math formula correctly. (totally not help, just confirmation)

He banged his fist on the door, calling out.

"HALFIE! YOU THERE?" Pressing his ear against the wood, he heard quiet shuffling but no verbal response. Unless Shoto left a window open—he never did—that meant he was in there.

He tutted, banging again and again. Finally he decided to try his luck with the door. Surprisingly it opened on the first try, meaning Todoroki had been in too much of a hurry to remember to lock it. Hm, red flag.

He walked in, seeing an Icyhot shaped lump on the bed. Setting his stuff down on the desk he spoke,

"Oi. What happened?" Bakugo asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"I told you I went home to train." Shoto snapped, curled up on his bed with his back facing his classmate.

"Uh-huh. And a sudden depressive episode is a normal reaction to training?" Katsuki asked, sarcastically.

He got no answer, the shorter boy knew how tense the relationship between father and son was, but he didn't think it would be this alarming.

"Hey, I don't know what your old man did to you or what he said, but I bet it was a bunch of bullshit. I never liked the guy anyways, always hollering your name like a fucking maniac. Especially at the sports festival god don't get me started on that. Pissed me the fuck off. If I could I'd blow off his mouth and save all our eardrums." He ranted, not quite sure why, but it felt right. 

"Regardless, I'm here now. Not that bastard flaming dumpster. So if you need like...support or whatever. I guess I could do that. And you wouldn't owe me anything cause I'm such a nice guy." The red-eyed boy declared, he had never offered this kind of help to someone else, but he thinks he nailed it. 

"...Just leave. I don't want to have sex tonight." Todoroki mumbled. The blond sighed, walking up to the bed before sitting down with a grunt to at least sound like he was reluctant to do it.

"Nah. I'll stay. Just in case you change your mind." He was joking, of course he was joking. But what else could he use as an excuse? Shoto fought the urge to smile, even now Bakugo always knew what to say to make him laugh.

"Y'know sex is good for your hormones and shit, it'll make you happy" The older added, slyly.

"Oh shut up you horny dog." Todoroki threw a pillow at him through chuckles.

"Ah, see? Much better. Even just being in my presence cured your sadness, and some people have the gall to say I'm not the greatest." He rolled his eyes at the audacity, the peppermint giggled. He turned around, laying his head on his friend's lap. He made the decision that they were friends after this. 

Crimson eyes stared down at him, with an almost imperceivable softness. A hand threaded through his hair, fascinated by the perfect separation between red and white. Occasionally, a tear slipped from the younger's eye, but neither commented on it. The silence brought solace, a sanctuary for them to just, be. 

Be what you may ask? Nothing in particular. Exist, perhaps. Live, if they were lucky. They found a moment of bliss, sharing it with each other because who else deserved it? They had already proved their worth to each other. Todoroki let Bakugo into his heart, and Bakugo promoted Todoroki from 'extra' to 'bearable'. (he means friend I swear) 

"Tomorrow." That was all Shoto said, Katsuki smirked.

"Tomorrow it is pretty boy."