A quick word vomit to warm up for bakutodo/todobaku week in June.

Sunday afternoons were usually spent lazing in their couch in front of their TV, and today was no different. In the lounge room two figures laid idly on their velvet couch, arms wrapped around each other and neither really paying attention to the movie playing on the big screen. The sound from the TV served as a comfortable white noise in the otherwise quiet apartment.

Todoroki liked afternoons like these because serenity and peace was quite hard to come by these days, especially with the recent chaos of increased villain attacks, the dual-toned hero has learnt to treasure small trivial moments like this. The other figure on the couch shifted slightly, untucking his arm from behind Todoroki's back and reached for the remote and turned the TV off much to the latter's chagrin. Before Todoroki could protest in irritation - because the movie was actually pretty interesting despite the pair not paying much attention to the screen in the first place - but Bakugou cut him off before he had the chance to even open his mouth.

"I've been thinking about this lately, and had only became more curious after staring at it for the entire afternoon today, but is your hair actually natural?"

The question was sudden and seemingly casual and innocent, but for someone like Bakugou, he was everything but casual and innocent.

"Yes, Katsuki. My hair is genuine." Todoroki replied, his expression blasé and tone suggesting a hint of suspicion. "What's it to you?"

Bakugou snorted and muttered something unintelligible under his breath. At this point, Todoroki's suspicion had peaked and he couldn't help but push for an answer.

"Sorry could you please repeat that?"

"I said," Bakugou paused, his expression pensive which had Todoroki immediately on edge, "is it like that everywhere?"

There was a moment of silence where Todoroki could only stare at the blonde in absolute horror at what the other was insinuating. "Excuse me?" Was the most intelligent response he choked out after a bout of silence.

"Is it like that everywh-" Bakugou tried again but was cut off by Todoroki this time around.

"No! Well, the answer isn't no but it isn't yes either, because technically the left and side sides of my body are…" Todoroki trailed off, his face flushing a deep hue of crimson. "What the hell am I saying?" He buried his head into his palms and laughed nervously. "I meant to say I can't answer because…"

"Because?"

"Because it is god dammit, okay?" Todoroki snapped, his heterochromia eyes looking up to glare into Bakugou's scarlet ones. "And it's embarrassing as hell to admit and you can't just spring a question like that onto me!"

Bakugou's speechlessness only worsened Todoroki's humiliation and the dual-toned hero drew his knees to his chest, hiding his flustered face behind his legs.

After getting over his initial shock, Bakugou moved to brush aside Todoroki's bangs from his face and pressed a chaste kiss to the front of his forehead. "This may just be my personal opinion but that's just fucking adorable."

The next few seconds found Todoroki curled up on the couch in shame and Bakugou laying on the floor nursing a prominent red coloured handprint on his cheek.

Do you know that feeling where you wanted to write something decent because it was your first time writing in like a year but it turned into something totally unaccounted for and all you feel is shame?

Yah, me right now.

Well, come scream with/at me on Tumblr about bakutodo week. I really need some motivation and friends haha.