Midori the Villain

Allies and Alibis

Bakugo wanted to hit something or someone. He’d been pumped up at the aspect of training under one of the top five pro heros and had jumped at the chance. However he hadn’t counted on Todoroki also choosing him, but to add to his layer of annoyance, Jean Face was nothing like he’d imagined him to be. The guy insisted on changing every aspect of him from the roots of his hair, to the jeans on his backside. The stupid material was so tight he thought they’d rip in half the moment he bent over. 

It was clear to him now he made a colossal mistake choosing this idiotic looks-obsessed hero.

“Damn it I want to go home.” He slumped forward on the bed, his hair popping back up despite being flat for the majority of the day. “This internship is a huge waste of time.” 

“If you’d just listen to what he said you might actually learn something, Bakugo.” Todoroki sat on the bed next to him, kicking off his inside shoes and snapping free the buttons of his shirt. He touseled his hair free of the slicked back look Best Jeanist had put him in and finally relaxed. 

“Don’t lecture me, Icy Hot. You’re hating this just as much as I am, admit it!” Bakugo pointed an accusing finger at him. He rolled onto his back and did his best to wriggle out of the tight ass jeans. Todoroki stood to help, grabbing the ends and yanking them down. “GAH! Finally I can breathe!” Normally Bakugo would detest the idea of help, but the damn things had been cutting off his circulation.

“The internship only lasts a week. We’ve got four days left so hang in there alright?” Shoto wiggled out of his own jeans and the two of them sat strangely companionably in their boxers and undershirts. 

“Tch, whatever. I hope our classmates are having as lousy a time as us.” He opened his phone and started texting Kirishima to ask him how his was going. He blinked in surprise when he got a text message from Izumi. 

Wanna blow up some Mass Media jerks for me? 

The text made him smirk. 

What’s wrong, Usagi? Not having fun in girlyville? 

Two seconds later her reply came in.

The next person to take my picture and ask me about my love life is going to get a fist to the face. I’m starting to wish I’d let Todoroki win. 

Shoto had caught the hint of Bakugo’s smirk and raised a brow when it turned into a full on gut laugh. 

“What’s that laugh for?”

“Usagi’s not having much fun at her internship either. Serves her right for causing all that fuss at the festival.” he tossed his phone aside and lounged back feeling loads better about his situation. 

“Oh…” Was all he said and lay on the bed turning his back to Bakugo. 

“Oh? That’s all you have to say to that?” Bakugo sat up on his elbows. “What the hell happened to the two of you? You were all gooey eyed for her during the Sports Festival. Now all of a sudden you can’t stand the sight of her?” 

“I don’t wanna talk about it, Bakugo.” He clenched his fists narrowing his eyes. 

“Tch, yeah whatever. If you’re that butt hurt about losing-” he started to retort and got a pillow slapped against his face. “OOF!” 

“That’s got nothing to do with it. So mind your own business!” He put his arms up to block the oncoming pillow attack and he snagged up another, the two of them slamming each other until feathers and fabric covered the room.