Love Like Petals ---Bakugou X Todoroki X Midoriya

Overwhelming Love

   Rage. The overly familiar spark of the emotion had long since ignited in Todoroki's chest. Not only was there rage.  Rage was a complicated feeling and never came to the pity party alone. Of course, there was also sadness, somewhere inside, so close to the surface that, he was sure it would puncture his anger and he would fall to the ground face full of pent-up tears. It was there, it almost always was in situations like this. In fact, he was sure that this frenzy of feelings in his chest, had started with that particular emotion. He just wasn't sure when it had gone from the cool-toned despair to the boiling hot anger. 

For a moment, he'd considered that, perhaps, he was being irrational, that it would all be fine in a matter of days. Possibly hours. Maybe him closing off from all social contact was the opposite of what he should have done. Then he saw that it didn't matter whether he should or shouldn't have done it because he was pissed. He absolutely was on fire. Well, metaphorically, for the time being. But, he could feel the prickle of flames just beneath his skin.

 He knew he shouldn't have placed his feelings in someone else's hands, it shouldn't have mattered how welcoming they were, he shouldn't have gone on that date, he shouldn't have kissed the boy, shouldn't have poured his heart and soul out to him, and shouldn't have said he loved him. Hadn't he known any better? Todoroki then froze up as he questioned if he was angrier at Mydoria or himself.

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U.A. High. Once upon a time, Todoroki had disliked the way it had been talked about by so many. Hated the way it was put on a pedestal by so many young kids and pro-hero's. He despised how he was only going to the school by his fathers' demand. He was against every element of it. Almost wasn't able to tolerate it.

But, then, he met Izuku Mydoria, a green-haired wonderfully freckled teenager who's eyes shinned as if there was a whole firework show going on behind them. At first glance, he was nothing more than a fanboy. Possibly All-Might's secret love child. Someone he'd originally wanted to avoid altogether. Unfortunately, the male had just seemed so determined to befriend Shoto. Which, originally, annoyed him to no end. Until he found the beauty in such a friendship.

At first, it was simply because being his friend would royally piss his dad off to no end. That's all there was. That's all there needed to be. Though, it meant it was more of a one-sided friendship on Mydoria's part. It hadn't mattered to Todoroki. Not at the time anyway. Then, there was the sports festival. That godforsaken thing. The fight was so vivid in his memory, the way the words had tumbled so gracefully from Izuku's beautiful lips. The way he'd sounded so confident when he'd said them- the explosion. Two powerful forces clashing violently together. The night of the event was still fresh inTodoroki's mind. He had laid belly-up on his futon, a shy blush splayed across his cheeks, a smile on his face, and a warmth in his blood as he replayed Izuku's words."It's your power Todoroki!"  Once. Twice. So many times he barely remembered the context of the words. They never once lost there meaning though. Yes, it was his indeed. It was powerful- and all his.

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And here we are, back to Todoroki hating- despising?- no, loathing U.A. high. But, no matter how much he really wanted to avoid school and it's inhabitants- maybe throw himself off of a nearby cliff instead- he'd had an image to uphold. Maybe, he could remember that now. He was the family's new example. Wasn't he? Created only to be a hero. Made with both sides of the world, fire, and ice. Anger and sadness. The pitiful in-perfected mix.

Walking these halls no longer brought the old spark of happiness to his heart like it once had. Instead, it replaced itself with a thick and heavy overhead cloud of gloom that he'd tried so hard to ignore. He had to pin his hands to his sides to stop himself from looking crazy and swatting at the sky. The thought made him chuckle quietly. There was absolutely no humor behind it, but, at least it made him feel like he'd released some of his negativity into the world, and that felt like enough. Even if it wasn't.

When he'd walked into class that morning, there were two distinct pairs of eyes on him. One set sharp and red, watching him intensely. Wanting to know what came next. Another set saying a million silent 'sorry's as they filled with water. Todoroki ignored them both.

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The thing about fire is that if you play with it, it is almost certain that it will play back.

 Had Bakugou known this? 

Yes. 

Had Bakugou cared? 

At the time, no. Hell no. Because then all he'd wanted was to get that stupid fucking green-haired wannabe away from Half-and-half.

Maybe everything would have been fine had Bakugou not accidentally seen that feverishly heated makeout session Mydoria and Todoroki had shared in the hall before class when they thought the area to be vacant. Maybe if Bakugou hadn't found out about their relationship everything would have been okay. But, no, everything was not okay. Bakugou was tired of dumb-ass Izuku stealing everything from him. And, maybe in the past, he had let it slip. Not this time. It was personal now. And Deku wouldn't walk away harm-free like all the other times.

When he'd talked to Kirishima about it,- which was the first thing he'd done, seeing as Kirishima already knew about  Bakugou's crush- he offered to help frame Izuku. Which at first surprised him so much that he just had to ask why he the overly kind Kirishima would do that when there was no benefit for him. When Kirishima said he'd do anything for Bakugou, and that his happiness was enough he dropped it.

A plan was quickly formed. Kirishima would call Izuku out of his dorm room, and, then, he'd swoop in for a kiss with him, and Since Todoroki followed Bakugou's Instagram account as he'd followed everyone's he'd get a picture and post it there. Social media would do the rest of his job for him.

So, that's what they did. U.A. students did a little more than their share in getting it to Todoroki.

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When Todoroki saw the photo, he was in his dorm room seated in a corner chair, something snapped out of place in his body. Something that he immediately knew had been important. Something holding his emotions back like a dam that had been hit by a large ship. His eyes frantically searched the picture along with with its caption several times. As if he had been missing something. Something important.

"Damn Deku, get you some!"

There had been some @'s as well, but, Todorokis vision had been too blurred with tears and anger to see them.

Had Todoroki done something wrong? Was he simply not enough for Izuku? Maybe he really hadn't understood the concept of a relationship enough to know how to fulfill his role. But, he knew this wasn't how you solved issues. You didn't go kissing other boys when your partner had messed up. Did you? But, he LOVED Izuku. With that, his quirk had spiraled off entirely on its own. Half his room was covered in a melting icy kingdom, the other half red, and Smokey covered In flame. It had been so long since his quirk had done so much damage on its own. Fire. Heat. Red. Livid.

It really was all his.