In My Memories | Suicidal Villain Todoroki x Depressed Bakugou

38 | "No matter what happens, please stay alive"

Katsuki Bakugou

The two of us stand at the foot of my bed, clasping each others' clothes fast as our lips act as beaks—like drills without points—pecking along our flesh. This fails to be intercepted by Todoroki advancing and shuffling my feet back until my heels nip the bed and he tips me backwards, spilling my body out along the top of the sheets. With my legs languidly hugging the side of the bed, Todoroki weaves his fingers along the peripheries of my ass, shoving my body up and along the bed. My eyes are currently preoccupied with the absorption of the sight of Todoroki's sly countenance and neon blue eye as he gradually sprawls me vertically against the rough, grainy wall.

On his knees between my thighs that are spread out a considerable amount, Todoroki begins to unbutton my dress shirt. "We don't need any of these frivolous things," he breathes along my cheek. "All I need is you. I appreciate the fact that you are allowing me to assume the dominant role, Katsuki. I would not have it any other way."

Again, hella terrifying to think about, but to some degree, I like that side of you. Still, I somewhat envy the days when you would submit to me like a dog. "Just know that I ain't submitting to you like you did to me, Shouto. If I wanna dominate you, I won't hold back."

"A bold statement." His uneven grin feels as if it's singeing an impression into my mind as he reels me forwards by the choker wrapped around my neck. A firm lump gently jabs my abdomen as I'm dragged into his chest.

Oh...hot damn am I in for a ride tonight, I think to myself as the two of us begin to undress. "About your proposition..." I murmur, refraining from staring at Todoroki as he clutches the bottom of his shirt with arms crossed. "Tonight. Tonight at 1:11 in the morning at Ground Beta." He nods, tossing his shirt onto the floor and licking his lips.

After quite the riveting hour of an exceptionally perfervid make-out session, I find myself waking up with Todoroki, who's tucked away into the vast, inexplicable world of sleep. His serene expression whilst sleeping is a goddamn beautiful sight when it isn't uncommon for him to wear a malicious sneer during an assassination. Seeing his disarming, adorable side fleetingly implores me to linger for even a moment longer in bed with him. However, I silence the beckoning chirp in my mind and surreptitiously slip out from beneath the pleasant warmth of the covers and swiftly dress myself again.

With the room splattered in a splash of yellow in a radius spanning out far enough to hit the far end of Todoroki's bed with speckles of the hue of sand, I furtively stride towards his bed and slide my fingers beneath the cover of the book that is now resting at a completely different angle than before.

Shouto, you better not break my heart with whatever's in here, I realize as my eyes are met with Todoroki's handwriting. Shit. There aren't even very many pages.

Once I've finished reading through the entirety of the notebook, I write my own note on the last page, where a surplus of available space lies. If worse comes to worst and I'm forced to stay here, I'll leave this behind. Yeah. Sure, Shouto might be pissed, but whatever. Now what time is it? I slide the phone that the League gave me out from my pocket and check to see that it is currently 12:49—scratch that—12:50 AM. I'm gonna feel terrible waking him up for what I unrealistically picture as a fight to the death. He won last time, but tonight's the night to even the scales. My only concerns are that he's got some badass move with his fire he's refused to reveal as The Executioner, or that someone stumbles upon us in the midst of the fight.

Sighing, I slip the small book into my back pocket and approach Todoroki, whose expression is no longer peaceful, but instead quite dour. I place my hand on his shoulder and begin to shake him awake until his body begins to move independent of my own movements, and his eyes open.