I'm using my school laptop, so I have no clue how this looks on the phone app, I'll eventually fix the formating if there is a problem

Bakugou's P.O.V

"Seriously, stop moving," Is he even breathing? He looks flushed, what the hell is wrong with him? Groaning, I propped myself on my elbows, digging into Todoroki's ribs. He let out a wince and I quickly removed my elbows and opted to just lay back down. Staring up at him as his eyes kept widening, "What's going on with you? You look like you're dying."

"Well, I…" He hesitated, and I wanted nothing more than for him to either shut the fuck up or spit the rest of the sentence out.

"What's your problem." I tried to interrogate, which does not have the same effect when you are laying on the person you're interrogating. Wait, when did I get up here.

Lost in my thoughts on how the hell we got so tangled I almost didn't hear his response. "You."

"Huh?" What did he say?

I shot him a questioning glance and waited for him to repeat himself. "...I said you were my problem…"

Quickly I shot off him and angrily leaped off the bed. I stomped to the door and yanked it open all the way. He sat up and looked in my direction as I shouted, "If you've got a fucking problem with me then here's the fucking door!" I was furious, now I've done my damned best to calm down around him these past days. I let him pull me around a fucking mall with a shit-fuck bunch of assholes - I even let my guard down around him - and this was I thanks I got!

Keeping my stance near the door, watching as he slid himself off the bed and slowly walked towards me. "The hell you doing, asshole?!" I yelled, "Stop walking unless you're leaving!" He stopped, making me question what his motive was, "The hell are you doing? If you hate me so much then why don't you just go away?"

He inched closer, but I continued to glare at him, it didn't stop him. Arms out he tried to explain, "Bakugou, I didn't mean it like that."

I shot back, "If you didn't mean it, then why the hell did you say it?!"

"You asked me what my problem was, why it looked like I was dying. It was because of you." Well, that clears everything up - not, "I couldn't handle you laying on me, I can't handle being around you. You make me feel things that I didn't even know exist! I don't know how to feel around you!" He grabbed at his shirt and bundled it in his hand, squeezing so hard his hand was shaking, "You're a complete jerk, but you're a jerk I want to get to know... Bakugou." He was right in front of me, body tensed, eyes damp, and his face was the brightest shade of pink I've ever seen.

Taking a step back I bumped into something, glancing behind me I realized I had hit the door. Looking back over to Todoroki I didn't know what to do. Yeah, you heard right, the great Bakugou Katsuki has no idea what to do.

"Say something, please." He whispered, but what am I supposed to say in this instance? I do feelings about as well as the Class Robot doesn't do chopping motions. "Bakugou, what the hell do I do?"

"For starters, back the hell up. Your breath smells terrible," he listened and took a few steps back, "and what am I supposed to do? What do you want, to be friends, to get your ass kicked by me every day for fun?"

"Both! Neither! I don't know? I just want to spend more time with you."

I knew nothing else to say, so I gave him the truth. At first, I said it under my breath, while I was glancing down at the floor "...so do I..." but he didn't hear me. I brought my head up and looked him square in the eyes, "So do I," I said with confidence, even though I didn't feel confident at all. I stepped away from the door, "I have no fucking clue why, but I want to keep you around. You are a pain in the ass and an obnoxiously incompetent hero-wannabe! But, hell, I want to hang around you more. I want to know what you fucking like. I want to kick your butt in training and help you improve your fighting. I just want to be around you."

We moved back to the bed and sat on the ledge next to each other. How the hell does one start a conversation about a foreign ass concept like feelings.

"Well, uhh?" Was the best either of us could do. Minutes ticked by, and I could feel my brain melting away from the lack of activity.

I stood up and yanked him off the bed by his arm, "C'mon, get dressed. We're going out, " he followed like a puppy, though that was probably because I still had a hold of his arm.

"What am I supposed to wear? The only clothes I brought with me are dirty." He pondered, and honestly, it wasn't an entirely dumb question.

We're almost the same height, but he's more broad-shouldered and I have a tinier waist. Still holding on I stated, "Let's bother my old man, he might have some-shit or another."

"Is it really okay to be bothering him this early in the morning?"

"Hell, he's probably already up. Something about how 'fashion never sleeps' or some other bullshit. The only one we have to fucking worry about is the hag." Remembering the last time I woke her so early made me shiver just at the thought of what happened, it would've made the League of Babies crap their pants and run away crying. I pulled him along as I walked out the door, "Let's go, he's probably in the kitchen."

True to my words, he was. The old man was sitting at the counter with piles of papers strewn all over. He was knee-deep in his work and didn't notice our arrival. That's to be expected when your unusually loud child, me, is being quiet. Finally releasing Todoroki's arm I walked closer, now able to see what was on the papers. Some had designs, but most looked like business plans and rudimentary knowledge, "Why the hell are you looking at this shit, I thought you already knew this stuff?"

The paper he was holding went flying out of his grasp as he jumped in his chair. He let out a choppy sigh and fixed his glasses which had started falling off. He turned his head and looked at me, and Todoroki too, I guess, "Oh, Katsuki," he smiled widely, as if his whole life didn't just flash before his gosh-damned eyes, "Yeah, I do know all this stuff, but I was compiling into a binder so I could eventually give it to you." He reached up and scratched the back of his neck nervously, "I know you probably don't want it, but I thought it might help you with your hero costume. Those things cost a lot to repair, right? So I thought that if you knew how to fix it yourself… Stupid idea. You could give it to Shoto if you don't want it." Might actually be fucking useful.

Todoroki stepped next to me and handed him the paper he'd thrown, "That's kind of you Masaru, we both appreciate that," I let out a grunt that translates into 'yes' (without Todoroki having to elbow me) and I watched as the old man lit up like a kid on Christmas.

"Hey, this idiot over here needs something to wear. He just needs street clothes, so please don't put him in a damned fancy-ass 3-piece." I left Todoroki with my dad as I stepped into my room to get ready for a brand new day.

One furious brushing of the teeth, combing of the hair, and fighting with uncooperative clothing later I was done with my routine and could finally start gathering things for the day.

Bed made, check. Wallet, check. Phone, check. Watch, check. I had almost everything except for… I scoured the room for the bag with the books, but it was nowhere to be found. Maybe it's somewhere else in this house?

Trudging out of my room, ready to tell the new day to kiss my ass, I made my way back to the kitchen and living room area. I already know that it's not on the counter or the couches. Perhaps the table?

I made my way and among the paper and the unidentifiable objects, was a neatly folded over plastic bag. I grabbed it at the same time one of the doors was opened. I heard chatting come from the hall as I picked the bag up and headed to the sound.

I heard someone say, "Thank you," and didn't bother to pay attention to the rest because in front of me was one of the most fucking beautiful things in the world.

Todoroki was in street clothes like I threatened, but he was in jeans that hugged onto the natural curve of hips and legs without looking like the cut off circulation (like mine had during my internship) paired with a light button-up shirt topped with a dark opened jacket. All that came out was, "Oh."

I do not deny that I may have lost the ability to think about anything other than the magnificent sight in front of me. Who knew that he could look so… so… so handsome. Wait, is he wearing hair clips? I looked closer and noticed that his usual fringe in the middle was swept back and held by 2 clips - a red one and a white one, barely noticeable in his oddly colored hair. 'Wow.'

While rethinking my life choices I caught the old man saying something along the lines of, "That's a good sign," to Todoroki who turned back to stare at me, shocked, and a little pink.

Slowly returning to normal, I found some words, "You look less shitty than normal," I am a dumbass.

Once more the old man translated, "That means he likes it, high praise." And Todoroki turned a slightly brighter shade of pink than before.

I grabbed his arm and led him to the door, "Let's go. You have to lead the way though, we're visiting your mother."

He stopped and almost fell over, "Why are we both visiting her?" He asked as he slipped his shoes on.

I let go and held up the bag, "You were wanting to give this to her, right? Knowing you, you'd forget about it unless someone reminded you. And I want to make sure she knows how much of an asshole you are." I pulled the door open and waited for him to walk through. I shouted a quick, "Be back later!" and shut the door behind me. "Lead the way, idiot."

It was a manageable distance to the hospital, but if I had known it was this far I would've asked the old man to drive us. My legs were starting to feel like jelly, but I pushed through it as we entered the building and followed Todoroki as he walked up to the cluster of nurses behind this gigantic ass circular desk. I noticed that he spoke like he rehearsed the sentences over and over, well that or he just says the same thing whenever he visits.

Next thing I knew, we were making our way through the many floors of the building, Todoroki clearly knew where he was going. He kept the same pace while I slowed down to investigate where we were. The inside was almost entirely white, with a few walls having some inspirational quote or some other bull-shit every so often. People were bustling to and from all over the place, and the occasional beeping could be heard from a few of the many rooms.

We continued walking for a while until we got to an area where the rooms were farther apart, and the doors were all shut. There were a few rules and regulations that we were told to follow before being able to approach the hall, but we quickly got through that.

Todoroki kept going, hardly checking the name-plates until we reached one that read 'Todoroki, Rei'. He knocked two times and slowly opened the door, "Mom?" he asked as he poked his head in, "I brought something for you, can I come in?" I couldn't hear her response, but I figured she said yes by the way Todoroki stepped in. I stood still, I wasn't given permission to enter, so should I? Todoroki turned his head and looked at me, "You coming in, or what?" and I too entered the room.

"Hi, Shoto! How have you been?" She spoke softly, but I could tell that she appreciated Todoroki's visitation, "And who's your friend here?" I was about to shout the usual 'he's not my friend' but I'm starting to reconsider it, so I didn't

"This is Katsuki Bakugou, he won the sports festival-"

"-Yeah, because you practically gave up!"

"And honestly, I could be better. 3 days ago we ran into a villain and were forced to hang around each other. He's not the easiest to get along with, other than that I've been fine."

I lightly punched him in retaliation, "Like you're any easier to get along with. A pain in my ass is all you are!"

Mrs. Todoroki suddenly started laughing. We both stood shocked and confused, and it was clearly written on our faces. "Sorry, sorry. It's just been so long since I've seen Shoto so happy. You're good for him, Bakugou."

"Call me Katsuki, please."

"Oh, okay. Katsuki. You can call me Rei. You said you brought me something, Shoto?"

I handed her the book while Todoroki said, "I'm sorry, but I don't really know what you like, so I got you this. It seemed interesting, and Bakugou told me that as long as I got it for you it would be fine."

She grabbed the book and examined it - flipping it over to the back, skimming through the pages - until finally she sat it down on her bed and stood up with her arms wide. Shoto (being the socially dim person he is) barely understood what she was doing. He looked at me confused and I mouthed, 'she wants a fucking HUG' stressing the last word. He slowly leaned in and held onto Rei who gently spoke, "I love it, Shoto. And Katsuki is right, as long as it's from you I'll love it no matter what." They let go but didn't move very far apart. "Thank you, Katsuki. I know Shoto can be… difficult to understand, but I'm glad he has someone like you in his life."

Leaned up against a wall I crossed my arms, "Eh. I'm not exactly the nicest person in the world, but I respect him enough to not call him an Extra like all the other classmates are. He's one of the only fucking people who can go up against me in a fight and have a shot at winning!"

A quiet chuckle was let out from both her and Todoroki. Rei continued, "It sounds if you think highly of him." Damn how the hell did someone as smart as her produce someone as dim as Todoroki? "Shoto, could you get me something to drink? There should be machines just outside the hall."

I knew what she was doing. The hag did this trick to the old man whenever she wanted to 'talk' with me alone, it's only slightly less annoying than the 'Katsuki, I love you soooo much' she says in that irritating high pitch when she wants me to get her something.

Todoroki swiftly left the room, and as soon as the door shut Rei had begun talking. "So, Katsuki, how do you feel about Shoto? I know from brief stories from my son, and what you've said today, that you aren't a people person - and yet you haven't pushed him away. Why is that? Do you know?"

"I know next to nothing about any emotions besides anger and winning! But he… shit! I don't know, he gets on my nerves, he's stupid as all fuck, and bothers me, but… at the same time something about him draws me in. He's fucking amazing during training, he's got like no verbal filter so everything he says is blunt, he's..." oh fuck, this is his damn mother. Why am I telling her all this? "Well he's…" Under my breath, I quickly finished, "He's fucking cute."

There was a moment of silence (rest in pieces, me). The only sounds were birds chirping from outside, and us breathing. The silence only grew worse as Rei had yet to move, yet to say anything. I breathed in and out, in and out, it's not like I had done something wrong. I answered her questions, gave her the truth. Maybe I should just go-

"-Katsuki." Softly spoken, no hint of really any emotion besides that caring motherly tone that almost all moms have, "Does he know? I had a semblance of an idea that you liked him, but this seems like more. Does he know how he makes you feel?"

It's fairly obvious that he doesn't, neither one of us would have a clue or the guts to say anything to each other, about fucking mushy stuff about each other. "Fuck no."

I watched as she moved down the bed, closer to the wall, and patted the open space next to her, "Please, sit."

I dragged myself over, 'what the hell is taking Todoroki so long?' And slowly sat down, knees shaking, overthinking. My heart was going a mile a minute, and my thoughts even faster.

"Whatever you're thinking, I want you to know it's not true. No matter what happens, no matter what you say, or what goes wrong - Shoto will never act any different than he does right now. You don't need to worry about losing him, or about him hating you, that's not who he is. I'm here for you, I'll listen no matter what. Okay, Katsuki?"

I gripped my knees tight, bundling up my pants, making my knuckles turn white. I know that she's right, about everything, but I'm a teen with anger issues, what do you expect? There was something softly running over my hand back and forth. I cracked open my eyes, 'when did I shut them?' and looked over. It was the simple swiping of her thumb, but it meant so fucking much to me, it fortified her words, proved that she only said the truth.

"Here's my advice: solidify your status as friends with him. It sounds cheesy and awkward, yes, but a strong healthy relationship is held up with a powerful friendship, a bond that cannot break." She let go just as the door reopened.

"I didn't know what you wanted, so I just randomly chose, mom," He walked in holding three different drinks in his arm, was he planning on drinking so much shit? He let Rei choose hers first and then gave me one too.

I looked at it puzzled, "What is this?"

"It's a drink?" No duh.

"I know that idiot, why are you giving it to me, though?" What the hell do I see in him?

"I wanted to thank you, for reminding me about her gift and for coming with." This doofus, I don't need to be thanked for something I wanted to do. Why is he so dense and swee-

-Oh… that's what I see in him.

I reluctantly took it and muttered out, "Thanks."

We stayed for a few more hours, chatting about stupid ass shit. We talked about Aizawa's stupid caterpillar cosplay, how Creepy Hand-Man was being a toddler with a tree up his ass at the USJ - leaving out the gruesome details, the Sports Festival, and my beautiful conversation with Endeavor on the phone just a few days ago.

Eventually, we talked about the darned Villain who got us into this mess. Rei listened intently, she laughed when Todoroki told her that I reminded him of a Pomeranian, "Yeah, I can see that!"

She frowned at the mention of my Mother's actions and attitude towards me, but after carefully explaining that it's just how my family is - and that it's more playful than mean, she understood that the hag's a bit different.

We talked about almost everything. When we got to the 'private' interrogation Todoroki brought up the one thing I was hoping he wouldn't bring up. "The guy was creepy and, as Bakugou would say, a bit of an asshole. Though before he turned his quirk off he said something that I still don't fully understand. He said that he," he motioned to me, probably to not cause any confusion about who it was about, "was in love with me."

I stood up loudly, ah fuck! "I'm leaving, goodbye!" I went to move, but something had a hold of my arm.

I turned around to look, "Katsuki," was all she said, but I understood that she was warning me not to run away.

She turned her attention to Todoroki and released my arm, "Shoto, that's something you're going to talk with Katsuki about. But only when he's ready. Right now, I think you two should head back home before it gets too late."

We grabbed all our stuff and headed to the door. Rei gave Todoroki a hug, "Thank you for coming, Shoto," she let go and turned to me, "It was nice to meet you, Katsuki." I barely expected that, but I was more surprised when she wrapped me in a hug as well.

I stiffened at the contact, not used to it, but eventually sunk into it. If this is what human contact feels like then why haven't I tried this before? She pulled back and I said, "It was nice meeting you too… Rei."

As we walked out the door Rei waved us off.

Down the halls, really it's more like a maze, we walked until eventually, we got to where we came in from. Todoroki was being remarkably quiet, maybe something's on his mind?

"solidify your status as friends with him" How the hell does one do that? Is there a legal contract we have to sign? Do I have to give him a shirt that says 'Property of KB' on it? What the fuck is the trick?

Still silent as we made our way to my house, I racked my brain for ideas. The idiot squad calls everyone 'bro', Froggy has dropped the formalities, stupid Deku sits with his loser squad at lunch (but I do that too with the idiots, and they're not my friends - maybe shitty hair though, maybe). I need something different, something that even Todoroki can understand, something that doesn't have to mess with my perfect schedule.

Something that I don't have to change to do. I'm not moving during my break time, and I am not calling him 'bro' even if I'm held at gunpoint. I already don't use formalities and that's because no one deserves the respect, except the teachers. So what is it that I can fucking do…?

Wait! I got it! I'll-

Lost in my thoughts I didn't notice that Todoroki had stopped walking. I bumped into his back hard, the laws of physics sending the bag back into my leg, "Ow, watch where you're going," I backed up and rubbed my forehead where I had been hit, and winced at the pain in my thigh.

"Sorry, Bakugou."

"Ugh, why the hell did you stop?"

"I don't want to get run over." What?

Finally paying attention I noticed that we were on a busy street. I guess it's a good thing that he was here too, otherwise, I'd be a Bakugou pancake by now, "Oh."

The lights turned red and we were able to cross without major fear of being hit (unless someone runs us down on purpose, of course). "What were you thinking about back there?" He asked suddenly, still walking. I looked at him confused, "You seemed to be lost in thought," he explained.

"Just something your mother told me,"

"I hope it wasn't an embarrassing moment of me as a child," he joked, and I let out a snort at the thought.

"No, you idiot, it's," I paused, "...something else. Although, maybe next time I'll ask for those embarrassing stories," I teased, then went back to silence. How should I say this? I already know what I want to say, just not how to word it.

We walked a few more blocks in complete silence, until Todoroki broke it, "I've been thinking-"

"Don't hurt yourself."

"-Since we're most likely friends now you should call me Shoto from now on."

I stopped in my tracks, how is it that he can say that so easily? It took me so long to come to the very same conclusion, and here he goes, barely even thinking about how to say it - he just spits it out.

He stopped and looked at me, probably realized that I had stopped following, "Is it too much? You don't have to if it's too difficult for you."

"Hey, I'm not so much of a loser that I can't say someone's given name! It was just too sudden, okay? A few minutes ago you'd asked what I was thinking about, right?" He nodded his head, "Well your mom talked to me about how I should, like, solidify our status are friends or some shit, and I was thinking that you should call me Katsuki. Now I'm mad at you because you took my idea," I wasn't actually completely angry like 'I want him dead' angry, more like 'I can't believe you've done that,' in more of a joking manner.

Continuing to walk I caught up to him, what is he thinking? "Okay, Katsuki."

'Fuck!'