Faith {BakuTodo} ✔️

Sunday, October 13th

🚨Warning! This does have mention of an attempt at suicide. If you're trigger, do not and I repeat DO NOT read it.🚨

Third Person POV

The day before this, it was a hectic night for the two high schoolers. They went out to some diner after school, attended some arbitrary sceneries and then went back to Bakugo's house for some games. At first it was just for one game of some random shooting game, then it turned into three rounds of that multiplayer. They got into their one versus one matches, which were about 5 rounds (Todoroki beat Bakugo by 3 to 2 and Bakugo refuses to acknowledge that). It then ended with them playing some type of zombie game and that's where Todoroki fell asleep on Katsuki's shoulder during the game.

That is how Todoroki ended up in a baggy shirt (Katsuki's) and next to Bakugo in bed. At some point throughout the night, Shoto turned over to cuddle into the olders side so when he awoke in the morning he had an unexpected scare. "AHH!" The shorter boy screamed after sitting up abruptly.

A groggy Bakugo woke up by the screaming. He sat up and yawned carelessly then turned his concentration to the younger. "Morning." The blonde rolls out of the bed, leaving the disoriented and bewildered boy alone so Katsuki could walk to the bathroom. Once he returned he immediately got interviewed. "Why am I here? Why am I in your bed and in... a shirt?" Bakugo sighed, walking towards his dresser. "You fell asleep when we were playing so I just decided to put you in bed and you're in my shirt, figured that'd be more comfortable than tight jeans and a shirt." His back was facing the other boy on the bed the whole time but Todoroki still entered a panicking, deep blushing mess and concealed his eyes when the older started taking off his attire. "You can look now, sissy," Katsuki said with a chuckle.

Slowly the dual-toned boy removed his hands, shoving them in the middle of his legs, holding his shirt down. "....Where are my clothes... I need to go." Shoto asked quietly and evaded all eye-contact. The taller of the two stood at the end of the bed with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face, his eyes sparkling with fondness. "In the washer. I'll make you food and then we can go where ever you need to." "No. I gotta go immediately."

Bakugo shrugged it off stating, "Parents aren't home so if you don't want to wait for pants you can come with me now. How do you like your eggs?" Again Todoroki went to correct him but he got cut off. "Scrambled then." He then walked out and into the kitchen to make an easy breakfast of eggs and bacon. Since Shoto was protesting not getting what he wanted (because he's a brat) however it didn't even take 5 minutes after smelling the bacon cooking for him to waddle himself down in the shirt he slept in. "Damn, down here that fast?" Bakugo said teasing. "Shut up." The calm teen glared at him and took a seat at the island, mesmerized by the other's muscles that presented themselves every time he moved something firmly.

He was snapped out of the trance when Katsuki set a plate in front of him with 2 strips of bacon and eggs. "So where do you need to go anyhow?" Instead of responding, Shoto took the route of stuffing his face so he could avoid the unavoidable. For once in his life, Bakugo waited patiently for the younger to stop being a child, a self-satisfied look on his face while he watched the other choke on the food. Todoroki was sitting in the middle chair of the island and Bakugo was leaning over the counter right in front of Todoroki.

Shoto hoped and pleaded that he wouldn't say anything or even ask questions about his answer, softly mumbling, "... therapy" Bakugo's eyes softened for a second before hardening back up but he didn't ask any questions just hummed. The two ate the rest in peace and quiet, Todoroki felt weird and uncomfortable around the older as is but now he feels it stronger. He just fucking let someone who is an asshole all the god damn time know he requires help because he has problems. How stupid is he? Bakugo stayed quiet as he didn't know what was the right thing to say was so alternatively he said; "You'll need to go into my parent's room to get clothes unless you want to wear mine." "Huh? Why?" Blondie grabbed the plates and put them in the sink. "Because I only recently put your clothes in the washer and all of my clothes would be baggy on you and you don't strike me as the type to wear that." Shoto took offense to this judgment making him cross his arms. "Well, you're wrong" "Oh yeah? Do you want to wear my clothes then?" Katsuki leaned his hands on the counter directly in front of the younger, smirking smugly as he teased him. "Would your mother mind?" The blonde teen chuckles but shook his head. "Nah, not when it's you." The ominous comment left Shoto looking for more explanations but sighed when the older just walked away.