ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ` - ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ & ᴍɪɴᴄᴄɪɴᴏ

[minccino]

ばくごう かつ き​

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There was something about "first days" of school that Bakugo hated, even if he hated most things in life at this point. School enough was irritating, but the fact that they had designated an entire day just to force people to mingle before class started, irritated him to no end. He already knew almost everyone there was to know, as students of UA University were most likely from UA High, besides the few and rare transfer students that filled the limited spots.​

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Bakugo had just gotten through a whole courtyard of giggling, excited students fresh out of high school and ready to start their college life, as if there was some romance to it that he didn't and couldn't understand. If anything, university was just four more years of grueling, sometimes useless work, when he could very well be spending them more productively with real experience out on the field. Sure, he thought that way, but even Bakugo understood the practicality of higher education. It didn't mean he'd like it, though. He would most likely be grumbling and growling through every class, and make more enemies than he did friends in his pursuit of becoming number one.​

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What was different about high school and college was that now the students had dormitories, and randomly assigned roommates that would spend the most time together. A part of Bakugo wished it would be Kirishima. Even if he thought the guy was way too outgoing for him sometimes, he was the least likely to provoke Bakugo's ire, and the last thing he wanted was to be expelled for killing his roommate. In order to claim the top bunk of the dormitory first, Bakugo headed to school early, getting there presumably before his roommate had. The dormitory was simple but surprisingly well-accommodating for the students, looking more like a high-end studio room if anything. There was a kitchen attached to a living room, a single bathroom, and a small bedroom beyond that that Bakugo assumed had their bunk beds and desks. With a soft 'tch', he dropped his duffel bag on the couch and headed into the bedroom to find none other than Todoroki there.​

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Before it even processed in his mind that he was bunking with his ex, Bakugo realized that Todoroki had beaten him to the one thing he thought would start his day out right.​

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Naturally, he yelled, chucking his backpack onto the top bunk, whether or not it was claimed already. "DAMN IT!!!!" he growled.​

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"That top bunk's mine, you half-and-half bastard!"​

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[ValentineCloud]

He got there early. Too early, really. Too early to say he'd wanted to get tea on his way, or that he was afraid of being late, or that it was just first day nerves. No, he was early in the way that stank of not sleeping that night, of bags that had been packed for too long, of a family he didn't really want to say goodbye to.

Well, maybe that was a bit dramatic. He'd had dinner with Fuyumi at her request, but Natsuo had left for school earlier. He'd seen his mother a few days ago. She'd told him she was proud of him.

As he sat there, feet hanging off the top bunk, he wondered what the day would be like. He wasn't nervous, his grades were fine, he'd make a good hero one day, he even likely knew all of his classmates. There wasn't anything to feel uneasy about, and yet there was something weighing on him that he couldn't seem to push aside.

He could go out. Enough time had passed that it wouldn't be weird, the compass was probably filling. He'd see some of his friends, maybe even ask someone to get breakfast with him. He kicked his feet idly and glanced at his bags sitting nice and neat on the area rug. He could unpack. He hadn't even brought much.

He didn't move, it was almost like he was worried about taking anything for himself. He'd never shared a room with anyone, his father had thought it'd be distracting. He wasn't sure if he was excited for the concept now, or cautious. Assignments were random, but he got along decently with everyone.

He didn't know how long he sat there, but the door opened, followed by heavy footsteps that sounded a hint familiar. The footsteps had nothing on the ruby eyes though, the angry wrinkles they creased into when they landed on him, or the tone of voice that was too loud.

Todoroki leaned slightly left as Bakugo's backpack landed with a bounce on the bunk. It probably wouldn't have hit him, but the movement seemed necessary nonetheless.

"You could have just asked," he said cooly. There were other quips on the tip of his tongue, things Bakugo had only ever heard him say, like I remember how you always preferred top. But he keeps his mouth shut and drops easily from the bunk.

He gets along decently with almost everyone. But his ex. It wasn't like they hadn't seen each other - they went to the same highschool - they just hadn't been around each other since the break up. Maybe they'd even actively avoided it. Because now that they were on equal ground, Todoroki had the very sudden urge to be literally anywhere else.

He shoved his hands in his pockets to conceal the fists they'd curled into and kept his voice even. "Anything else you want to lay claim to? I was about to start unpacking."

He hadn't been, but now he wanted to be busy.

 

[minccino]

ばくごう かつ き​

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Even after so long, Todoroki's tone of voice still grated on his nerves. At least Deku fought back, like he actually gave a shit about what Bakugo had to say, but Todoroki always kept his cool, no matter how loudly the blond was yelling in his face. Seeing him after that whole summer apart, actively avoiding the places they used to slip away to, unburied memories he'd kept packed away tight.​

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Though Bakugo looked like he would rather be anywhere than here, he couldn't help but admire how attractive his ex had gotten over just one summer. Then, he was pissed off again because it wasn't this easy to be attracted to a girl as it was to Todoroki, and naturally, Bakugo thought something must be wrong with him. He'd filled out his lanky physique, too, and now wore a muscle tee that showed off all the muscles he'd packed on training at the gym everyday. Growing up naturally meant he'd gotten a bit taller, too, so now he was at least an inch or two taller than Todoroki. That much he was smug about.​

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"SHUT UP!!!!"​

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Todoroki was so attractive that it annoyed him, because Bakugo hated to be the one that was still hung up over an ex, even if the other male had had every right to leave an asshole like him. It had been by all means, and unsurprisingly, a very toxic relationship. "I'm taking that," he muttered, pointing to a desk that he noticed had an electrical outlet next to it, unlike the other one in the corner. "And this." He smacked a hand on the window. Yes, a window, because he'd be damned if Todoroki could get sunlight or catch a breeze without his permission.​

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And he didn't care what Todoroki had to say about that, or the likely fact Bakugo would bring girls over for one night stands. That had become more of a regular thing now, all to forget Todoroki, and also to make his ex jealous or guilty about the fact Bakugo had been hearing rumors about him and Deku. It even pissed him off to think the nerd thought he could get chummy with his ex, even if Deku had no way of knowing about their relationship, or even the fact Bakugo was attracted to men.​

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You. I want to lay claim to you.​

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The words were on the tip of his tongue but he swallowed it with a soft snarl. "Don't even look or breathe my way, got it?"​

 

[ValentineCloud]

If training with his father had done Todoroki any favors, it was his poker face. The ability to listen without his expression to give him away had probably saved his life once or twice, and right then it was saving his dignity. Because it didn't say 'I like the way that top looks on you', or how Bakugo's hair had gotten just a little longer and he wondered if he could get a better grip now, or 'I miss the way you used to look at me'. It'd been like this, sure, angry glares and curled lips - but it'd also been
If training with his father had done Todoroki any favors, it was his poker face. The ability to listen without his expression to give him away had probably saved his life once or twice, and right then it was saving his dignity. Because it didn't say 'I like the way that top looks on you', or how Bakugo's hair had gotten just a little longer and he wondered if he could get a better grip now, or 'I miss the way you used to look at me'. It'd been like this, sure, angry glares and curled lips - but it'd also been different.



He hadn't noticed how much he'd missed him because he hadn't let himself. There hadn't even really been that much to miss. They'd known it was going to be a disaster from the start, but they'd let their hormones do the thinking until the fights outweighed the good and he couldn't do it anymore. He'd had enough fighting to last a lifetime.



He's almost thankful when Bakugo speaks again, and casts an uninterested glance to the desk. That was fine, he could deal with that. The window, however, almost makes him smirk. Almost, because it reminds him of before. But if the rumors were anything to go by, Todoroki was a fluke in Bakugo's past. A teenage decision made by wanton need and not ...



He stops that line of thinking. The last thing he needs on his plate is to wonder if Bakugo was ever actually attracted to him, or just playing with his sexuality because it was convenient at the time. He'd promised himself he'd stop.



His gaze lands on his ex again just to hear his last words, and he thinks about stolen moments in dark corners when Bakugo seemed to like the way Todoroki breathed in his ear, but he just nods and sighs out a cold burst of air before picking up his bags and moving towards the empty desk. "You wanna work out a bathroom schedule or something?" He doesn't say 'so we don't cross paths'. He doesn't say they should probably do the same for the kitchen.



It's only now, with a twinge of sadness, that he realizes he had been excited about sharing a room with someone. But at least he knows how to be alone.

 

[minccino]

ばくごう かつ き​

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"Tch," Bakugo muttered, almost as if he was appalled by the mere suggestion that they would be on some orderly schedule for that shit. He sauntered forward in big, bold strides, getting right up to Todoroki's face so he could compare for himself how much taller he'd grown, but he couldn't have been prepared for that familiar scent that teased right under his nose, or just how damn pretty Todoroki was in all ways. He hid the flustered look on his face with a deepened scowl and a snarl. "Just don't get in my way when I'm in there, idiot."​

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Simple enough rules to follow, he thought. Everyone just had to stay out of his way, and they would avoid clashing with his temper. To think Todoroki even entertained the idea that Bakugo would follow some schedule... that pissed him off, too.​

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"You probably spend hours looking dolled-up, like some girl," he scoffed, narrowly avoiding the Freudian slip of calling Todoroki pretty. "If you take too damn long in there, I'm gonna break the fucking door, so get your business done early." If Bakugo was this confrontational normally, he was ten times worse in the morning. Though, in the past, he'd woken up as mellow as a kitten next to Todoroki, even displaying a gentler side to himself after sex, or when they managed to stay at Bakugo's when his parents were away.​

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"Got a problem with that, or what, snowflake?" he snorted, an angry brow arching.​

 

[ValentineCloud]

He feels himself tense the second he realizes Bakugo's moving towards him. It's not fear, it's some Pavlovian response of almost-excitement that comes from being ready for a fight or being ready to get pressed into a wall and let a tongue into his mouth. He gets neither. Bakugo just looks. Todoroki never had to look up before, but it's still too familiar in a way that stirs his stomach and he thinks this is ridiculous. The nostalgia has lost its cute, innocent appeal and really needs to knock it off now.



"Just trying to help," he mutters, but it doesn't matter because he's pretty sure Bakugo doesn't hear him, he's already mad about something or another. The girl comment makes him bristle, because honestly it was just a bit of decent personal hygiene, but even if he did, so what? It's his fucking space too.



"Do you want me to have a problem with it?" He asks, eyebrow quirking too, and hates himself after he says it, because those were the kind of words that would get him pushed up against a wall before. Back when Bakugo took to 'make me' like foreplay.

They really were a pair made to crash and burn before they ever saw the ground coming.

He shakes his head in an effort to let it go and unzips his bag, pulling out the few things he had brought for his desk: some school supplies, a photo of his mother, a digital clock and a Bluetooth speaker.



"Get some coffee. You're still insufferable in the mornings."

 

[minccino]

ばくごう かつ き​

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"What did you say?!" Bakugo snarled, instinctively curling his fist into the other male's collar. He shoved him against the bunk bed's post hard enough to rattle him, but the strength there was muted, because a part of him didn't really want to hurt Todoroki, not even to shake him up. But it was always the rageful side of him that spoke louder and acted faster. So few could look past Bakugo's temper that he was practically unredeemable now. "Don't piss me off, snowflake, you think you know me? You think you've got me figured out?"​

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Todoroki's comment about him being irritable in the mornings had obviously struck a chord with him, because it gave Todoroki some kind of emotional leverage over him that he didn't want. But these altercations were what happened when a pair as explosive as they were never hashed out their feelings and gave up when things got rough. A part of Bakugo still felt like he wasn't good enough.​

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Maybe he'd lost to Deku, again. Maybe Todoroki had never taken him seriously in the first place.​

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"You piss me off," he growled, shoving off of his ex to seethe in the living room instead, not wanting to be around Todoroki while he unpacked. He could afford to do what he needed to outside, like warm up a cup of instant ramen in the microwave and pull out all of his weights from his duffel bag. The couch was, of course, his to claim as well. From his bag, he also fished out a picture of him and Todoroki at the beach, a polaroid Uraraka had taken candidly saying that was the first time she'd seen him smile.​

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He'd pretended to crumple it up in front of her and toss it in the trash but after she was gone he'd dumpster-dove for it, and it was secretly one of his favorite memories, now washed away by all the anger and hurt.​

 

[ValentineCloud]

The problem was, no. Todoroki didn't know him, he didn't have him figured out, and that was what had ended them. Because he'd wanted to. God, had he wanted to. He'd wanted to spend more mornings curled up with him in the sheets, the rising sun dusting over their bare skin, listening to the thoughts Bakugo had when he wasn't pissed or pressed for time or puffing up to be impressive. But anytime he got to close, Bakugo pulled away. Either literally, or by starting a fight, or by rolling Todoroki over and distracting him in much more pleasant ways.



The post rattles when he hits it but he doesn't even really feel it because he's torn between pushing back and starting something or just asking him why he's so damn mad already. But Bakugo leaves before he makes a decision and Todoroki isn't suicidal enough to follow him. He would have, once. Until they were yelling and throwing things. Now, he closes his eyes and tries to channel the part of him that's not made of fire.



He'd boxed Bakugo up after the breakup. He didn't have any photos, but he had movie ticket stubs, ice cream receipts, shells from a beach, a small stuffie Bakugo had shoved at him after winning it at an arcade once, barely sparing him a second glance before running off to play something else. They hadn't really dated because they couldn't afford to, but they'd done something, in their own way.



He'd kept the box in a dresser drawer back home, but he hadn't left it in case someone came across it. He hadn't known what he was going to do with it here, but now that Bakugo is his roommate he knows he has to do something with it fast.



He opens it, for the first time in a long while, and runs his fingers down the soft fur of the lion stuffies back. He couldn't bring himself to throw the box away after everything. Couldn't even bring himself to burn it like Fuyumi had asked him to help her do after one of her bad break ups. He takes his time alone now to kneel in front of his bunk and shove it as far under as he can reach. Nothing Bakugo can accidentally come across, and nothing he'll actively think about.



He sits there on the floor for a moment, his fingers twisted in the blankets, and hates the universe a little for how this turned out. Then he gets up, fetches his phone, and heads for the front door. He thinks of leaving without saying a word, but his stupid desire to make everything fine says, "I'm going for breakfast, would you like to come?"

 

[minccino]

ばくごう かつ き​

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Bakugo was already lounging on the couch and slurping instant ramen out of the paper cup when Todoroki asked him for breakfast. Back then, breakfast had been something he'd looked forward to. They couldn't have afforded to dine out anywhere nice, but they would have grabbed something simple, like a hamburger, and eaten it somewhere no one could see. Figuring out his sexuality so early on had been difficult for Bakugo, who'd always struggled with feeling inadequate, or being unable to cope with the thought people were judging him. But Todoroki had made that part of his life easy, for once, because everything had felt... annoyingly right with him.​

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Sex with him had felt right. All the kissing, the intense make-out sessions by the vending machine before class... it had taught Bakugo to feel okay with who he was, and be unapologetic about it, and once Todoroki had left, he'd shunned that part of himself, too.​

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Because if Todoroki had been a mistake, being gay surely had to be, too.​

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"Fuck off," Bakugo muttered. Like hell he'd just say 'yes' to being chummy again, especially after an entire summer of radio silence and pettily deleting each other off every social media account. Bakugo, of course, hadn't deleted Todoroki's pictures off his phone, not even the lewd ones, just so he still had something to jack off to when tensions were high.​

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Even masturbating alone was going to be tricky when he lived with his ex now.​

 

[ValentineCloud]

"Fine," Todoroki muttered, and let himself out of the dorm. He walked idly through campus, watching familiar faces and new ones - upperclassman, he realized - mingle. He pulled out his phone three times to text someone, get his mind off of Bakugo. Midoriya was always good company, Mina would quickly distract him, but as he watched a couple walking hand in hand, he decided maybe he just needed to sit with it.



He hadn't, back then. He'd gone into survival mode, tackling everything he could to keep Bakugo off his mind. No pictures, even class photos. No social media. No mutual friends. Gone, gone, gone.



He'd known he was gay young. Probably because he'd had older brothers, with their innocent crushes on older women, but he'd always kind of agreed with whatever crush his sister'd had instead. It hadn't been an easy discovery, not with a father like his, or the attention having said father earned him from the public, but it hadn't been confusing either. It'd washed over him like some sort of quiet confirmation. Gay. Okay. Keep going.



He suspected Bakugo had never had that same comfort. But then he'd heard the girls gossiping over summer break, about the girls Bakugo had been seen with. And that had hurt almost more than the breakup. The idea that maybe it'd never been about him, just that he'd been accessible.

He hated that he'd missed him. Missed the quiet time that they'd managed to get together. Missed the strength of him pressed up against his back. He hated that it'd made him sick to think of someone, some girl, getting to know him the way Todoroki had. How he looked when he was struggling to stay awake but couldn't, how he laughed when he was caught off guard. How the shadows would dance around him when his eyes got red and hot and hungry.

He calls Midoriya.

 

[minccino]

ばくごう かつ き​

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Once Todoroki was out the door, Bakugo finally felt like he could roll back his shoulders and take a damn breather. Being angry came like second nature to him but acting like he hated Todoroki actually took a toll on him.​

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Though, he quickly realized that even though Todoroki was out of sight, he was still like a stubborn stain on Bakugo's mind. Just when he'd come to terms with the fact it had never been anything more than Bakugo trying out something new sexually, this had to happen. He fell onto the couch with a frustrated grunt, his mind taken back to how nice Todoroki had smelled when he'd stepped up close, and how he'd wanted him so bad in that instant. He'd wanted to fuck his brains out, make Todoroki call out his name and moan like he'd never been fucked better. He'd wanted to kiss him until they were both breathless, and relive that first time Bakugo had forgotten to pull out, and he'd spilled his load inside of him, like he'd wanted to damn breed him. He still couldn't forget how amazing that had felt, and how he couldn't get enough of going bareback after that.​

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Fuck, he was horny.​

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He was angry, pissed off because he knew Todoroki was probably with Midoriya instead, and even more enraged at the fact the two probably made a better couple than he and Todoroki did. Midoriya somehow knew all the right things to say and how to get on everyone's good side, except his. Todoroki was confident in his own skin, frustratingly so, so he had no doubt he'd find something he wanted in Midoriya.​

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And here he was, miserably palming a hard-on he had for his ex-boyfriend. He was ashamed to touch his erection that tented in his pants, though, so he let it be, instead taking a cold shower and heading out of the stuffy dormitory himself to threaten some upperclassman to buy him alcohol.​

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Even if he'd calculated all the routes he could take not to run into the half-and-half bastard and his nerdy boyfriend, Bakugo did just that, and stiffened as he saw Midoriya sharing ice cream after the chummy breakfast they must have had.​

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"Oh, Kacchan!" Midoriya smiled, waving him over.​

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But Bakugo was silent for once, not even lashing out at him with an ireful threat, just avoiding eye contact with the two the best he could, squaring his shoulders back, and attempting to make it past without hurting so damn bad.​

 

[ValentineCloud]

Midoriya gave him a look that said, without saying anything, how strange it was for Bakugo to just completely ignore them like that.



Todoroki just shrugged. He'd thought about telling someone a few times. Midoriya would take the news well, not even be surprised that he was gay, just be the good friend he was and talk Todoroki through it until it didn't hurt anymore. Mina would say nasty things and make him smile and threaten to fight Bakugo next time she saw him even if she'd very likely lose. But he never told anyway. Maybe part of him - the part that didn't want to throw out that box - wanted to protect Bakugo. To not out him like that. Not out them like that. He didn't need anyone to make it Bakugo vs Todoroki. He just needed someone to understand.



Midoriya shrugs it off and they compare their class schedules and talk about their extracurriculars and he lets his friend ramble about All Might and the theories he has about quirks because the easiest part about being friends with Midoriya is he will talk for hours and Todoroki can put in minimal effort without the conversation ever faltering.



They talk about roommates. Midoriya got Kirishima and that's a shame, really. He wonders briefly if they could switch and Midoriya eyes him oddly like maybe he knows but Todoroki decides he's not that cowardly and just says he's happy Midoriya has a friend near.



He doesn't ask about Bakugo, or if the rumors or true, because if anyone would know it would likely be Kirishima and he wasn't known for keeping secrets, but part of him wants to. Absentmindedly, he touches the scar on his face and thinks he should stop asking for things to hurt.



By early evening, he loses the stamina that had gotten him to campus so early. Classes start the next day, so it wouldn't be out of the question to call it an early night, and he's just saying so to Midoriya as the other boy helps him carry the few groceries they picked up into his dorm.



He hopes for a moment that Bakugo will still be out himself, and then he thinks, fuck him anyway.

 

[minccino]

ばくごう かつ き​

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Maybe Bakugo should have fetched himself some groceries that weren't instant ramen. He'd come back to the dorm after threatening an upperclassman to pick up some booze for him. He'd picked up the habit just out of high school, though it had gotten worse after his break-up with Todoroki. Alchol, surprisingly, mellowed him out, which was just the thing he needed when he was feeling too much. He was tired of being angry all the time, so much that he would rely on something so stupid as alcohol to put out the fire.​

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And he desperately needed it after what he'd seen, and confirmed for himself. It was possible that Midoriya and Todoroki were just friends. It was likely, in fact, but Bakugo hardly saw reason when it came to his ex. He was always thinking Deku had it out for him, too. The annoying nerd was always trying to one-up him, and a gut feeling had convinced him Deku was trying to steal Todoroki, too.​

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He was losing everything, fast.​

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So once he was back at the dormitory with his black plastic bag of sake bottles, he guzzled them like water to feel some semblance of numbness, but with the lightheadedness and nausea came the regret, and self-pity.​

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He practically crawled to the bathroom to vomit his guts out, then repeated the cycle until the anger faded and he felt sleepy enough to roll onto the couch, and think with a bit more clarity. It was ironic, how he had to be piss-drunk to remember Todoroki in a flattering light. The times he'd seen that boy smile were few and far in between, but they were his favorite. Even as the door opened, Bakugo's eyes were glazed over, and four empty bottles of booze were discarded on the floor.​

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"About damn time," he muttered groggily, trying not to look completely wasted as he sat up and rubbed his bloodshot eyes.​

 

[ValentineCloud]

It took Todoroki longer than he’d like to admit to realize what he was seeing. It was the groggy way Bakugo spoke, the way his eyes looked, that caused Todoroki to glance at the floor and recognize the empty bottles. At least four. That was … a lot.

He was glad he hadn’t let Midoriya all the way into the room - though why, he wasn’t exactly sure. He didn’t have any reason to protect Bakugo from anyone, but he still turned in the doorway, keeping the view limited.

“Thank you for your company today, Midoriya,” he said kindly as he took the grocery bag his friend was carrying for him. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

Midoriya grinned brightly at him, and reminded him not for the first time that Todoroki didn’t have to thank him for hanging out, but he wave and bound off down the hall to presumably his own dorm and Todoroki closed the door behind him.

He glanced at his ex-boyfriend once more as he sat the bags on the counter before going to collect the empty bottles. Bakugo had drank them so thoroughly that nothing had dripped from them. He wasn’t sure which was more concerning.

“I wasn’t aware that you were waiting for me,” he muttered. He didn’t add, or that you cared at all that I was gone.

 

[minccino]

ばくごう かつ き​

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Bakugo was definitely too wasted to even be irritated at the sound of Midoriya's voice just beyond the door. There was the slightest bit of annoyance, of course, but it was mostly muddled by his nausea and the dizziness.​

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He tried rolling off the couch to at least try and stand, make himself look taller and scarier, but his chest ached from dry-heaving into the toilet so much. "Oi," he muttered under his breath. His voice was surprisingly even that one could even assume he was sober if not for the drunken sway in his stance. When he lifted his gaze to Todoroki, his expression was also melancholy, not scrunched with anger. "Are you and Deku..."​

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He couldn't even finish the question, hating how the rage welled up whenever he tried. Had Deku tried coming inside, he probably would have picked a fight with him, considering how volatile his emotions were at the moment. The alcohol just numbed him, kept him docile enough to carry some semblance of a conversation without hurting someone.​

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He ignored Todoroki, too focused on his own question to answer that. "Tell me the truth," he said, his tone of voice dropping into the pit of his chest. "You thought him better than me, didn't you?"​

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[ValentineCloud]

Todoroki watched him sway, listened to his voice pitched lower than he was used to. It was almost the way they'd talked to each other in the dark, sweaty and coming down, foreheads pressed together. But his words were ... almost worried. They carried a stress Todoroki couldn't name.



Were he and Midoriya ... what? But Bakugo didn't finish whatever he was going to say. Instead his tone changed, something deeper and more serious. Something he'd only heard when they had reached their yelling limits and had gone into a territory much darker.



"Better than you?" He repeats, trying to grasp the topic at hand. Better at shopping? Better at being a hero? There was nothing he could follow, and as his mismatched eyes searched Bakugo's face, he couldn't find answers there either. He almost asked at what, but did it matter. "You're drunk," he said instead. "I'll get you some water."

 

[minccino]

ばくごう かつ き​

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His hand slapped the wall next to Todoroki's head, keeping him pinned there. Like hell he'd let him weasel his way out of this one, especially not after Bakugo had worked up the courage to ask him this one thing. "Answer me," he growled. "Did you choose him over me?"​

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Because that had been on his mind since day one, after they had broken up. Without being insightful, Bakugo had assumed Todoroki had found someone else, someone less problematic to deal with, someone who was always trying to rain on his parade, like that insufferable nerd Midoriya. He'd tormented himself over the thought and finally he was going to have that closure for himself. If it was true, he would... he didn't know what he would do but it probably wouldn't end well for anyone.​

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"Is that why you broke up with me?" he asked the question that had been tormenting him all summer. "What the fuck was I doing wrong?"​

 

[ValentineCloud]

轟とどろき焦しょう凍​

There's no reason the slap of Bakugo's hand on the wall next to his head should make his stomach jump the way it does. It's the hot twist of attraction that he hasn't quite felt since the last time they were together. His clenched jaw works as he tries to push down whatever it is that's rising inside of him.

Choose Midoriya over Bakugo for what? To spend the day with? He'd asked Bakugo if he wanted to go, he'd said no. He's so lost about where Bakugo's mind is that when he does finally catch up, it takes him another minute to understand. Like he has to translate it or something.

"You think I broke up with you for Midoryia?" he asks. "Katsu-"

The pet name slips off his tongue before he even realizes he's said it, and he bites on his tongue in punishment for it. He closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. What the fuck was I doing wrong? What weren't they doing wrong. "We were bad, you know this. You said it yourself. Didn't you get tired of fighting all the time?"

He'd thought he'd explained this when it'd happened. When they'd yelled themselves horse and were exhausted and Todoroki couldn't even remember the last time they'd kissed rather than snapped at each other.

 

[minccino]

ばくごう かつ き​

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Somehow, Todoroki admitting that they were bad... that they were no good for each other... that cut deeper than being told that he'd been chosen over Midoriya. Because now Bakugo couldn't run from the blame. It was all his fault. Had Bakugo not been drunk out of his mind, he probably would have fought Todoroki some more, even yelled some hurtful things he'd struggle to apologize for later, but now he was numbed.​

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He couldn't even remember half the things he said out of anger or spite, let alone the things he might have said to Todoroki while he was riding on the high of his rage. All he remembered were the good times, because Bakugo had so little of those. So maybe that was why he hadn't accepted their breakup so easily.​

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Unable to skirt around his attraction any longer, he pulled Todoroki into a searing kiss, forcing his weight against the other male and letting his raw desires take over. Fuck, his lips tasted so sweet, so much that he pulled Todoroki's head closer to deepen the kiss, willing to take any fight put up against him. And if Todoroki would refuse him, he'd bitterly cut his losses, but he couldn't ignore how much he wanted this any longer.​

 

[ValentineCloud]

The thing that had brought him and Bakugo together in the first place was attraction. Something passed words and went straight into feeling. It hadn't made sense or been logical it had been primal and desperate.



It hadn't gone away.



Bakugo kisses him and it's all force and heat and Todoroki pushes back as good as he gets. Bakugo has him pressed to the wall in a second but Todoroki arches, has them touching in every place they can be, and when Bakugo pulls him closer, Todoroki answers with fingers that claw into his back and a head that tilts for a deeper kiss. It's hungry.



Bakugo tastes like liquor and it should make him stop. Should make him push away and say they're not going to do this. But fuck, he's just a man, and he wants.

 

[minccino]

ばくごう かつ き​

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When Todoroki arched against him, returning the kiss with such fervor that it made his head go white and hands excited, it was like someone pulled the pin on the grenade. He kissed Todoroki like he had every intention of making it their last, rough hands grabbing his ex by the hips to press them together.​

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He'd spent all summer pretending he wasn't attracted to men, or just... just fucking Shouto, but all of those efforts came crashing down like a broken damn against a torrential flood when Todoroki kissed him. It wasn't just men. It was Shouto. The way he tasted, the way he felt, it was everything about Shouto that he'd damn missed, and nobody could have sufficed for him after he'd left that gap in him.​

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"I want you," he groaned gutturally, parting from the hot kiss for just a second to pull his shirt over his head. "Let's do it, Shouto. You know you want it, too."​

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His lips pressed to Todoroki's neck, and his hands reached around, possessively grabbing Todoroki's ass to tug against himself.​

 

[ValentineCloud]

It'd been so long since Bakugo had touched him that he forgot it felt like this. Now, though, he wonders how he ever thought Bakugo hadn't been attracted to him, because he couldn't touch like this if he didn't mean it. Didn't want it.



I want you shoots a hot shiver down his spine that goes straight to his dick. Bakugo's voice always did things to him when it was deep and needy like that.



"You're drunk," he says again, the voice of reason. His body doesn't seem to get the memo though, because when Bakugo grabs his ass, his hips roll up in search of friction, and when Bakugo's lips touch his neck, his head tilts to offer more skin, his fingers sinking into the familiar muscles of Bakugo's back.

"Shit." He was burning for it, the fire in him wild and wanton. He hadn't had much since the last time with Bakugo, not even his own hand, and his hormones chose that moment to wake up and demand more.

 

[minccino]

ばくごう かつ き​

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"Yeah, and?" Bakugo growled. He felt more clearheaded than he'd ever been in a while, finally able to put his pride to the wayside so he could focus on this burning desire that had been festering in him for months. "Don't act like you weren't thinking of this, too."​

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Now that they had a whole dormitory to themselves, how many ways could he fuck Todoroki in? How many surfaces could he pin him on, and how loud could he make him moan and curse so their neighbors heard it, too?​

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"Let me fuck you," he whispered low against Todoroki's ear, grinding his erection against his ex's. Against his grey sweatpants, the outline of it was sorely noticeable, his cock thick and straining against the cotton of his casual pants. "I'll fuck you just the way you liked it, again and again. Until you can't hold yourself up anymore." He'd fuck him after that, too, until Shouto was so loose he couldn't hold in all the cum he'd filled him up with.​

 

[ValentineCloud]

He knew, in the back of his mind that he shouldn't say yes. That it was a bad idea. He'd just end up regretting it. That Bakugo would wake up, sober and angry, and tell him to stay out of his way again. That they had to live together and making that more complicated than it already was was a bad idea.



His head knows. His dick doesn't. And when Bakugo makes that request, a low whisper in his ear, his breath warm against the white hair it brushes aside, his dick wins.



He can't even fucking speak, it's too much and Bakugo's voice makes his heart jack rabbiting, and against everything he knows, he places a hand on Bakugo's chest and pushes them apart just far enough that he can grab his own shirt and jerk it off without ever dislodging their hips from one another.



He's so goddamn horny suddenly, months of not having this crashing into him at once, and when he pulls Bakugo's mouth back to his, the kiss is just as rough as the first one. He rolls his hips again, grinding hard, and bites words into Bakugo's lips, "you see what you fucking do to me?" He asks, quiet, because he never could talk dirty loud enough to hear himself.

 

[minccino]

ばくごう かつ き​

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Bakugo was rarely caught off-guard, but when Todoroki pulled off his shirt, his eyes went wide and his throat seemed to run completely dry. Fuck, he was hot.​

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He wasn't pushed away for long, as his lips pressed to the other male's collarbone, then his chest, kissing, sucking, and marking every patch of skin he could. Todoroki pulled him back up, just when he was about to get carried away and descend even lower, to tease his tongue and lips over Todoroki's abs and hips.​

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"Yeah," he muttered, trying to undo Todoroki's pants with what little of his motor nerves that were still working after he'd slammed back four bottles of sake. "Shouto," he whispered under his breath, his other hand reaching underneath Todoroki's pants to grab at his bare ass, pulling it close to him in one visceral tug of possessiveness. He used that grip to pull them towards the couch, falling onto it first and pulling Todoroki beside him.​

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"Been thinking of you," he uttered as they kissed, pulling back just briefly to suck on his own finger, lubricating it for its trip between Todoroki's legs and into his pants, to find that puckered hole to tease as they made out. "Fuck, you were always on my mind."​