Bakugo Katsuki owns a motorcycle. Todoroki Shoto works at a small cafe. Bakugo likes rough, hardcore things. Todoroki enjoys simple, sweet things. Though, both can handle a little bitter from time to time. With differences, comes conflict. They both absolutely despise each other! Yet, Bakugo finds himself going everyday, convincing himself that he only enjoyed their special sandwiches. Will the old saying, "opposites attract", win the hearts of the two, or will their differences tear them apart?

"Hey Half-half! Did you just reject Momo?" "Because love isn't my first priority."

Like what is written in the title, these stories are from Ao3! I wanted to let others see these stories so I place them in wattpad to make them easier to read! These stories are mostly one shots about this pair! I hope you enjoy! Please Credit the Authors, they're really amazing! And greetings to my fellow Filipinos! My Hero Academia lang tayo! XD

(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ I just want to give love to this amazing ship. Also there is foul language, gore/violence, abuse and self harm involved in this story. And possibly smut idk yet. But don't worry I will warn you before it happens. Also this is a sad story if you didn't already get that from the title. Um there are no quirks in the story I don't think and this is my first story so yeah. None of the art what might or is in my story is mine, so all credit for that goes to the artist (I'm terrible at drawing) Also I'm a terrible writer you have been warned

World renowned super model, Todoroki makes a bad mistake and ends up flirting with Katsuki Bakugo, a blonde bitch who got more famous than Todoroki for all the crimes he has committed. Read the adventures they have while trying to pursue a romance, or not, I dont really fucking care, because either way, I'll still be sexy, whether or not you read my shitty story <3

Bakugo has never been one to enjoy staying up late. It's boring and if he's being honest kinda lonely. And no one wants to be alone. Todoroki on the other hand enjoys it because he feels alone. No haunting memories of his childhood (if it could even be called that) playing on a loop in his brain until he wakes up. He likes the silence, he likes being alone.