"Bakugo, can you help me with math?" A "fuck-off" is already on his lips as he turns to face Class 1-A's highest scorer in academics. "I'll help you with English," she adds quickly after seeing the expression on his face.
He growls in response, but he really doesn't understand any of that language's fucked-up grammar rules, so he pulls over Midoryia's now-empty chair and gestures roughly to it. Yaoyorozu practically beams in response as she takes the seat and places her notebook on his desk, tapping the topmost problem with her pencil.
"Okay, for this one you start by rearranging the problem-oi, Ponytail!" He stops suddenly when he notices her gaze wandering off towards the back corner of the room. When she doesn't respond to his shouts, he slams the table and she snaps her head back in his direction.
"Sorry, Bakugo," she mumbles, her gaze already starting to drift again. "I've been so distracted lately, and I can't figure out why."
He follows her gaze to a particular red-and-white classmate studying in the back of the room.
"Gee, I fucking wonder why," he says but Yaoyorozu is oblivious to the sarcasm dripping from his voice. She eventually shakes her head and dutifully returns to the math worksheet in front of her. For a few blissful minutes, there's complete concentration and Yaoyorozu's able to make her way through half the problems on the sheet.
A sudden prickling feeling appears on the back of Bakugo's neck as he watches her work through the next problem. He rubs at the spot, but when the aching doesn't go away, he turns around in his seat to find Todoroki full-on glaring at him.
What the fuck does this bastard want? He growls and gives his own glare in response when it suddenly hits him. Half-n-Half Bastard's the jealous type? But there's no denying the burning sensation on his skin so he pulls himself around only to find a once-again distracted Yaoyorozu.
"Oi, Ponytail! Stop fucking staring and focus on the math so I can have your English notes." The next ten minutes are an absolute hell between the constant glaring and Yaoyoruzu's wavering attention, so Bakugo eventually folds the math worksheet and stares her straight in the eye.
"Ponytail. You. Can't. Concentrate. Because. Of. Half-n-Half Bastard."
"Todoroki…?" she trails off, gazing into the air. For a moment, her eyes are clouded before they light up with sudden realization. Yes, finally. "Am I allergic to Todoroki?"
His palms explode, nearly igniting her notebook in the process.
"No, you are not allergic to that bastard," he mutters through gritted teeth. "You are attracted to him. Romantically." It physically pains him to say the words, but he needs the two of them to get over whatever-the-fuck this is so that he can finally study English.
Yaoyorozu's a stammering and blushing mess when he turns his attention back to her.
"What should I do?" she asks as a fan pops off her wrist and she tries to cool herself down. Given the progress they've made so far, Bakugo figures they'll confess to each other in oh, maybe two decades if they're lucky.
But he doesn't have that luxury of time, so he decides to step in and hurry this chemical disaster up.
"Wait outside the classroom after lunch."
Bakugo had planned on approaching Todoroki first, but there's no need because his classmate is already coming towards him as soon as the lunch bell rings.
"Bakugo, we need to talk," he says calmly and the burning anger is written all over his face. Where the fuck is this during training? "What were you doing with Yaoyorozu during class? She looked extremely uncomfortable."
"Why do you care?" he snaps, sitting squarely on one of those desks Iida practically worships.
"Because I…" Here comes the confession. "Respect her."
"NO YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!" he screams out loud, and a series of explosions leave burn marks against the table. Damned rich kids and their inability to express emotions. "You did not glare at me for forty-fucking-minutes because you respect Ponytail. You have a disgusting crush on her." Bakugo's ready to vomit at this point, but Todoroki's plain confused as he stares into the air.
"I do?" He had to admit that his heart did seem to beat a little bit faster around her, and he always felt a bit lighter… warmer after each study session they spent together. But did that mean the burning feeling he felt towards Bakugo was… jealousy? It was true that it had felt different from the anger towards his father, but he had assumed that it was because they were two different people. But then, the same sharp feeling had come whenever he saw Yao-momo with some persistent upperclassmen guys. His expression dissolved into a small smile as he finally conceded. "I do."
"Good, now go fucking confess and get it over with," Bakugo says and points straight at the door.
"But Yaoyorozu doesn't like me back," he replies simply, oblivious to how close his classmate is to killing him.
"Oi, Ponytail!" Bakugo shouts, leaning over to bang on the door. When there's silence for a few moments, he sets off an explosion and the girl in question quickly scurries into the classroom.
Todoroki's eyes go wide for a split-second, his attention having completely shifted.
"How long have you been there?" he asks quietly, and Bakugo watches with complete disgust as he wrings his hands nervously.
"Since the beginning of your conversation," she replies sheepishly, and her cheeks are burning bright red at this point. "I like you too, Todoroki!" He's stunned for a few moments before his eyes eventually light up and he extends his hand like some fucking eighteenth century gentleman.
"Would you like to go to lunch?"
"Yes, I'd like that very much," she says, daintily intertwining their fingers and the two walk straight past their now-nauseous classmate.
He doesn't say anything though because later that night, Yaoyorozu sends him a "thank you" and a picture of her English notes.