In My Memories | Suicidal Villain Todoroki x Depressed Bakugou

25 | Under Siege

Katsuki Bakugou

"Oi, Kirotoshi. You're pretty quiet considering your motormouth earlier," I sigh while Kirotoshi meticulously unpacks and organizes his belongings. "Not that either is a bad thing. Tch. What am I saying?"

Kirotoshi, whose hands are resting on the edge of his black suitcase, averts his attention to me as a message from Deku pops up on the lock screen of my phone. "Oh, sorry. I suppose that when I'm being spoken to I can be pretty loquacious, but otherwise, I'm somewhat of the opposite." He readjusts his glasses by scooting his index finger along the bridge of his nose where his glasses rest.

Deku: Hey, would you mind if I visited you and Kirotoshi for dinner? I know it isn't even noon, but I'd like to get to know more about him. I have so many questions!

Me: Sure. Whatever.

With my gaze not once leaving the screen of my phone, I tersely reply, "That so?" Out of the corner of my eye, I can make out a nodding motion.

Deku: Kacchan, you're supposed to ask Kirotoshi if he's fine with that!

Me: I am the alpha male of this dorm, and therefore my authority is superior to whatever that four-eyed freak has to offer. But fine, Nerd. Now quit whining!

"Oi, Kirotoshi," I call out to him again, "Deku wants to have dinner with us." He raises his brows at me, his shoulders straightening stiffly. "Short, head of broccoli, freckles, a stuttering mess?" I clarify through a description that seems half-assed, but it is likely the longest, most vivid picture I've managed to paint of Deku.

He lifts his head slightly. "Ah, so his name is Deku." Works for me. "Thank you. Regardless, it would be my honor to accept such an invitation. Oh, and since we'll be roommates for the rest of the year, would you mind simply calling me Kiro? I should've told everyone just to call me that earlier, but I suppose it's a bagatelle now." His striking yellow eyes lock with mine for a moment before he pulls away swiftly.

Takes less effort than Kirotoshi. "No promises, Icysharp. No promises."

Me: If you're so invested on this occasion, then at least plan it out first.

Deku: Crap, you're right. Um, how about we meet in your dorm at six this afternoon?

After presenting Deku's request to Kirotoshi, he stated that he didn't see that as a problem, and so commenced the flowing gap of time prior to the hour of six. Upon that hour arriving, Deku, Kirotoshi, and I had situated ourselves around the kotatsu on Todoroki's half—I suppose it's now technically my half—of the room.

"I-I'm so sorry if this is awkward for you, Kiro—"

Kirotoshi flips his hand up and raises it to Deku. "Kiro will suffice," he informs Deku with a faint grin that certainly doesn't resonate with his enigmatically radiant eyes.

Deku nods. "Okay, Kiro, then. You can just call me Midoriya! Umm, anyway, I wanted to ask more about your quirk a-and its implications. Like, are your creations always to scale, or can you control that?" Kirotoshi opens his mouth to reply, but Deku rambles on with his incessant questions. "Do they melt easily? Are they shatterproof? How come you're limited to only weapons? What—"

I slap my hand over Deku's mouth that's frantically snapping open and closed. "Give the damn man some time to think," I groan, beginning to eat the bento that Deku handed to me once he walked into my dorm. "I don't know how the hell anyone can think when your trap just flies off the hook like that!" Withdrawing my hand from cupping Deku's lips, I allow him to catch his breath. "Proceed, Icysharp."