•Fortunate Encounter •

Chapter 6: Gift from the heavens

Bakugou woke up, rubbing his eyes with his forearm. He used his other free hand to search for his phone to check for the time. 10am. It was still considerably early for him but then again he had no time to waste. The blond reluctantly slid out of his bed and stumbled over to the bathroom.

Events from last night came to his mind as he turned on the shower. He knew very little about the half n half, yet they technically live together. Bakugou would question him but he didn't want to get up into someone's personal life. After all he didn't like it when people asked him loads of questions, but that may just be a personal preference. He hopped into the shower, his usual resting 'bitch' face present. Despite the incidents that happened he never changed much. Never made an effort to even fix things or become a person that people could tolerate. Now he's known as "stay away or I'll rip your head off" type. Which may of described him back then but now he'd like to think he has calmed down a bit. "Why am I like this?", Bakugou hits his head again the wall, however, quickly composing himself after.

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Once finished he quickly prepared a basic breakfast for himself and placed Todoroki's to the side. On days like this running was definitely a good coping mechanism, and of course it came with all the other benefits.

Bakugou slipped on his running shoes and headed out the dorm rooms, giving the the smaller one last glance before he exited. Truthfully he was a little worried about leaving him alone since what happened last night, he also didn't understand how he never got bored just sitting in the room all day.

"Hey Bakubro!"

A familiar voice stopped Bakugou in his thoughts just as he was about to open the building's door. He turned around to be greeted by Kirishima, him smiling per usual. "Morning", Bakugou answered, something he wouldn't usually do but he felt as if it was somehow compulsory. "You seem to be happy," The red head points out, walking towards the door. "Mhm, whatever", he uses the card to unlock the door, the other following behind. "So who was the lad yesterday?" Kirishima walks a bit faster to look at Bakugou's reaction, "friend? Relative? House maid? Boyfrie-". Bakugou snapped around and gave a harsh glare. "Alright, alright", Kirishima put his arms up in surrender playfully, "but seriously, I'm glad for you. You two should come round to the dorm party that Denki's hosted".
"No thanks"
"Why??"
"No one wants me there"
"Don't say that, it will be fun. All you ever do is coop up in your own bubble."
Bakugou slows down, "you seriously want me there when people resent me?," his tone changed to a saddening yet serious tone. He knew that people wouldn't want him there so he granted their wishes. It's not like he even wanted to be there in the first place, he'd rather be doing his own thing and not wasting time. "It happened ages ago, you could change their views if you actually tried", Kirishima states, looking down at his feet. The topic was slightly touchy but then again, it needed to be talked about. "Again, no", Bakugou reached the college's gates and starts to jog, plugging in his headphones. The red head stands there, a slight disappointed frown on his face. It was time to resort to plan b.

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Kirishima walked down the corridor towards Bakugou's room, Kami told him that the "two-tone haired boy" would probably be in the room all day. Kirishima wanted the best for Bakugou, he wanted him to at least try and sort things out. And if he couldn't convince him then this mysterious yet manly person could. After all, Bakugou didn't get close with many people.

Kirishima knocked on the door, stepping back slightly and plastered a grin on his face. The door opened slightly and Todoroki peered out of the small crack before opening it all the way. "Hey! Erm...", Kirishima didn't know a lot about this male but he automatically assumed he was a good and patient person. "Shouto Todoroki", the other answered, still waiting for the red head to say something. "Right right, Todoroki. Anyways, I have a tiny favour to ask of you.." Kirishima says, scratching his head. "What is it regarding?"
"You see... Could you convince Bakugou to go to a party. Bakubro doesn't exactly interact with many people and it's probably bad for his mental health haha. So as his friend it's my duty to make sure he isn't a shut in", he explains rather nervously, the favour sounding a lot stupider than in his head. Todoroki nods, "I'll do my best", but he knew the chances were slim. "Thank you Todoroki", he smiles before waving goodbye, "I'll be sure to buy you something as a token of thanks".

The bi-haired male closes the door, him being rather confused. Of course he doesn't want to go to a party as they're usually filled with hours of slow dancing and flirting between the gods and goddess. Then some the higher ups just start arguing.

Todoroki goes back to sitting on the sofa, watching some kind of horror-comedy. He honestly wouldn't mind situating here for the rest of his life, away from his father. Everything would be perfect if he could bring his mother and siblings as well, far away from that power corrupted stupid excuse for a father. Well, his days here were limited, up until his mana can't support him and he's taken back to the land of gods. Problem is he didn't even know a round estimation of that time. It was something he dreaded, something he despaired for. However, hopefully one day he could return, and give a proper thank you to Bakugou, the one who saved him. It could have been anyone but it was him. "How fortunate".

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Bakugou returned from his class and they were both eating another meal. It was if this life style had always been this way. This atmosphere and relationship was something they both didn't mind at all, rather it was a breath of fresh air.

"Your friend came over earlier and asked about a party," Todoroki takes another spoon full of rice and omelette. "I'm not going and you can't force me", Bakugou had some of the spoon in his mouth as he was scrolling through his phone. "I wasn't going to, I hated it when my father did so", he uses the spoon to spread the sauce around, waiting for the response. "What did your father do, if you don't mind telling," Bakugou asks, looking up. Todoroki turns to side slightly before looking back at the blond, "Since he wasn't good enough to become the 'true' god he forced all his wishes on to me. My earliest memory is of me training, and I'd do it everyday, and if I showed an under performance..well he'd either send me to hell or make me train even more. I've surpassed him but in his eyes that isn't enough, so I just started refuses his commands, and that's how I ended up here," Todoroki let's out a sigh, taking another spoonful of the meal. "Sounds like a shitty father," Bakugou rests his head on the table "but I'm thankful you're here".

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Since I have plenty of free time due to the coronavirus I can upload more quicker :) unless my teachers set me more work.

Sorry if this chapter is idk, poetic and comparative? I just analysed Romeo and Juliet so I'm in that kind of mood, I'll also try and start getting the romantic side of it in instead of all this lol.

Thank you for reading and sorry again for any mistakes.