Bakugou's P.O.V

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Maybe he'll forget everything? Like Dunce Face before an exam, maybe every single thing he heard will be lost in the depths of memes and boredom. Does Todoroki even know what a meme is? Wait, nevermind that.

I am seriously hoping that the hag's car breaks down because I am not looking forward to whatever Todoroki wants to talk about. I don't want to hear anything he has to say. Don't want to hear it at all.

As we kept driving I thought back to what the Shitty Villain was saying. I mean - there is no way I; Katsuki Bakugou, have fallen for a Melted Ice-cube. But all I am hearing is the phrase, "in love with Shoto Todoroki" being repeated over, and over, and over again.

Obviously, it's not true. In fact, I could care less about how he feels. About how he absolutely sucks at even basic cooking skills. About how his tiny smile brightens the whole fucking room. About how warm he is to hold at night. About how...

Stop. Stop it, Katsuki. Look out the window and enjoy the passing scenery. Look at how beautiful the city is, don't think about how beautiful Todoroki is, just admire the passing trees and buildings. Just admire it.

...Yeah, just admire how strong he is, admire how aloof he is, admire how pleasing he looks to the eye, just admire him.

Ugh, this is not working.

Unfortunately, the car did not break down. Fuck, I definitely don't want to talk to him now - to anyone, actually. Maybe if I stall long enough it'll be so late that he accidentally falls asleep, or he's forced to go back home. Could I hit him upside the head and knock him out myself? Yeah. Yeah, that could work. Now, where did the old man put the cast-iron frying pans?

Going to jail for attempted murder sounds so much better than talking about something that I don't even know myself.

Seriously. What if the moment I open my damned mouth something weird comes out? What if I say something wrong? What if this is actually so he can laugh at me? To tell me to stop being so strange? What if it's to tell me that he thinks I'm the worst person in the universe?! What if!

"Bakugou. I want to speak to you." It was him, the new bane of my existence.

"Yeah, what?" Please just forget everything, please don't make it freaking worse.

"In private. Come on, let's go to your room." I tried standing still, cementing myself to the ground, so he'd be forced to give up.

He didn't.

Instead, he started to drag me. I quickly dug my feet into the flooring, making it harder - but he yanked my arm, slowly moving me inch by inch. I still wasn't going to make this easier on him, though. I let myself fall to the floor and quickly sat criss-cross, with the arm he was dragging me by raised above my head. Ha! I won! He can try and drag me, but I'm not gonna let a stupid thing like carpet burn get to me. He is not getting me there without a fight.

I stayed, grinning. Thinking to myself, 'There is no way he's dragging me there now,' when I felt something grab under my arms. Somehow he not only managed to drop my arm without me noticing, but also grabbed under my armpits. What the hell does he think he's doing? He began to lift me up and before I knew it I was standing, so what? I'm still not making this easy, I will live and die at this spot if that's what it takes. I felt the pressure below my arm go away and I'm sure I've won. I'm sure he's given up.

Or at least, I was sure, until I was hoisted into the air and physically thrown over Todoroki's shoulder, that is.

"He-hey!" I shouted as I repeatedly smacked my hand on his back, hard, "The hell are you doing? Put me down, you idiot!" I yelled, kicking my legs up and down, trying to force him to put me back down on the ground - he didn't.

"I'm sorry, Bakugou, but I'm not letting you go yet."

Ugh.

I unwillingly lost the fight. I relaxed and let myself go limp. It is amazing how strong he is, and let's not forget to mention that his ass looks spectacular from this angle.

"You okay back there, Bakugou?" I swear I'm gonna murder him.

I grumbled back, "Shut up, bastard." And lazily hit his back once more.

He opened my door and I was sure he was going to let me down by body-slamming me into the floor, WWE style (I mean, that's what I would do). To my surprise, he actually slid me off his shoulder slowly, he even leaned over so that the trip from his shoulder down to the floor was a bit shorter.

"What the hell do you want?" I demanded as I walked over to my bed and sat down.

"The guy had made interesting points today, and not only did you try and deny everything he said, you also tried to kill him multiple times. So, that got me thinking, judging based on your reactions... was he correct?"

I stood up suddenly, "No. No way! That Loser wasn't right about a single Goddamned thing! I don't want to have this conversation. It's past 9, I want to go to bed." Please take the bait, I can't deal with this.

"I'm sorry Bakugou, we have to do this now." I sat back down, "If he wasn't right about anything then why did you react so harshly? Why did he actually make sense?"

"You're delusional if you thought he was right. And I reacted harshly because I was angry and wanted to explode something!" It is hard trying to convince him of something, although it probably doesn't help that I'm making this up on the spot.

"That does make sense," oh thank God, "but," no, "what about the names? He pointed out that most of your insult names for me don't even sound like insults."

I laid back, I wasn't joking about wanting to go to bed, "You're a fucking idiot," I yawned, "You're not the only extra I've given a fucking nickname too."

"I know that but even Kirishima, your friend, only has 2; Shitty-Hair and Shit-for-brains. Midoriya even has a few, though all of them are insults. I'm saying that there is a difference between calling me 'Icy-Hot Bastard' and... what did you say? 'Broken Thermostat'?"

I raised my arms above my head, obnoxiously waving them as I spoke, "What's the point of all this anyway? What is it that you want me to say? You want me to burst into song and then everything gets magically fixed? Because I do not have that power!" I yelled as I lifted myself back up to a seated position, eyes slanted and tired, "I'm trying to understand what you and that pathetic bitch have been saying!" I mumbled out, "Because what I know is not what I want to hear." I slid off the bed, feet landing with a soft thud, I stated louder, "Stop being a dumbass with all these questions that aren't going to be answered today. Just drop this, and you'll be the first to know when I know what this is." I ended my rant? Speech? Whatever it was, and made my way to my dresser. I looked behind me, back at Todoroki. His head was hanging down, staring at the floor, and he was irritably quiet. I sighed and looked away, "I'll sleep on the couch, you can take my bed." I started pulling out clothes.

He sounded shocked, "Uh, I'd be okay with the couch, really."

"I don't care fuckwipe!" I tossed him an oversized shirt, "here!"

He looked puzzled, "What's this?"

"Have you never seen a shirt before? We've been wearing these clothes for 2 days, they smell like ass!" I took my small pile of clothes and stomped towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to shower, maybe the hot water will burn away the stupidity I caught from you!" I left the room and yanked the door shut with an explosive Bang!

"DON'T SLAM THE DOOR, KATSUKI!"

"SHUT UP YOU HAG!" I pounded down the hallway and swung open the bathroom door, kicking it shut behind me.

I methodically tossed the pile of clothes onto the counter, and quickly discarded my blazer, undershirt, socks, and pants and thoughtlessly threw them onto the floor.

I raked my hands through my hair, ready to just relax and let the hot water drain away the troubles from the last two days.

I turned the water on and let it heat up. I tossed off the remaining clothes and carefully stepped in. I let the water soak through my hair, and carry away the dirt and grime I had been carrying for a few days.

I sighed, relaxing into the water as it pounded against my extremely sore muscles.

I gathered a meager amount of soap and started lathering my arms and chest, 'What were those bastards trying to get at?' I wondered as I thoughtlessly turned into the water to wash down the soap.

I got lost in my thoughts once more, 'Maybe they're right. I did just think that Todoroki's ass looked spectacular. Why though? What changed from 3 days ago until now?' I snapped out of it after I realized that I had yet to turn back around. 'Maybe it's nothing.' I repeated the same process with my legs until I was sure they were clean. 'You do have to admit that he looks incredible. Not to mention he could probably kick your ass if he fought fairly.'

"Fuck," I tried to dismiss the thought as I got to work on my hair, slathering it with so much shampoo that it was completely covered. 'Imagine it, a fair match. Sparks flying (both because of our quirks and because of your feelings), you think you've won then… at the last moment he-'

"Shut the fuck up!" I rinsed the last remaining soap from my body and stood under the running water, enjoying the calm it brought with it. Showers and baths are the only time I can actually enjoy being soaked, I'm practically useless during rainstorms, or up against anyone with a quirk similar to. Nitroglycerin is soluble in water, and since my quirk is a nitroglycerin-like substance it is able to be washed away by the water, too. Which is not fucking fun.

I stepped out of the shower, shivering at the sudden change in temperature, and grabbed the nearest towel. 'I wonder if the idiot's asleep yet.' I roughly ran the towel over my arms and chest, quickly drying them off. I wrapped it around my waist, securing it tightly. 'Do you think he's already sprawled out? Taking up every god-damned inch of my bed?'

I waddled over to the sink and fiddled with the pile of clothes searching for my top; my favorite black skull t-shirt. Eventually, I found it, and shimmied it on, feeling slightly uncomfortable around my apparently still damp shoulders. 'Maybe he sleeps curled up in a little ball, or on his belly with his face buried into his pillow.' Next, I grabbed my boxers and carefully stepped in, I mean... imagine how stupid it would be to trip and die while getting dressed. I dropped the towel and pulled them the rest of the way up, carefully readjusting them. (Has my waist always been this small?) After quickly throwing my pants on and swinging the door open wide enough, I left the room.

I quietly moved down to the living room where the couches were, shivering at the temperature of the house. It's almost summer, why can't it be warm?

The two couches had a pile of throw pillows stacked upon them, but there was no blanket in sight, not even a sheet. Oh well, I'm not gonna let freezing to death kill me.

...Or so I thought

In my defense, I was there for a good half hour, tossing and turning (which, let me say, is fucking difficult on an object that is about as wide as one's self), shivering so hard I almost fell off multiple times. Hell, I even tried to use the multitude of pillows as a makeshift blanket. But I just could not fall asleep. Now, I've made it a personal rule to at least be in bed by 8:32, but noooo, that had to be ruined by a stuck up Ice Cube with a cute face.

'Oh, I give!' Furiously I threw my legs off the couch, kicking a few pillows down with me in the process, and silently jumped to my feet. If I'm sneaky enough I can creep into my room and grab an unused blanket without Todoroki ever knowing I was there.

Carefully sneaking down the hall until I reached my door, I cracked the door open slightly, letting in a sliver of light, and slowly entered the room. There should be a pile near the bed that I've kicked off in my sleep.

'You're almost there, just a little further, c'mon.' I leaned down and reached out to feel around when my hand came across a soft material on the floor. 'Yes.' I grabbed it and-

"-Bakugou?" 'Crap.' I slowly looked up, and I was met with the faint glow of a phone screen illuminating my face. "What are you doing here? Can you not sleep either?"

I straightened my back and stood up, "No, of course not." Wait, what was that last part? "What do you mean 'either'?" The phone light flickered off, only to be replaced by the flashlight function, "Hey, warn a person!" I quietly yelled, covering my eyes from the light.

"Sorry, Bakugou." He moved the light away from my eyes, "I can't fall asleep. I just can't get comfortable enough, it's too cold and there is too much space."

I let out a small yawn, "Lucky. That couch is going to be the death of me, if I move wrong Imma end up face-planting into the floor."

He laughed, and it sounded like music to my ears. He quietly stopped and breathed out slowly. He moved the light again and covered it with his hand, blocking it slightly. "Do you…" he paused, but continued on not even a moment later, "Do you wanna come up here?"