Bakugou
– How long do you think you will be upset? Well, more than usual – I don't understand why if there are more places where he can settle, he likes to sit on the floor, right at the foot of my bed.
– By the time that broccoli stop breathing – the curtains in my room were moving frantically. As I made my way to close the window, I could see large clouds forming in the distance, which immediately gave me a bad feeling.
– I don't think it is an inconvenience that he knows it – he was sliding the pages of the book that he was holding after I moved away from the crystals in which some drops were already visible, letting me fall on my bed, relieved not to have to spend the night alone if, as is often the case in these conditions, the rain was accompanied by the damn lightning. – Perhaps it is an indication that it is time to make it known – his fingers ran into my hair. Of course, you will not agree with me, otherwise the damn nerd would not be as cheerful as always, but there was something else. As long as only he and I knew about this, it was much easier. Not taking into account that we wouldn't have to listen to the insignificant opinions of others about it. I wanted this to only belong to the two of us, and no one else.
– I would have liked it to be our decision – damn, of all just he had to be the one who saw us. It felt like every time my mind replayed that day, an ulcer made a home in my stomach, with that idiot's name written on it.
– I think it is a sample of how others would take it
– I don't care what those extras think. – Turning on my chest, to face him. – However, how do you think your old man would react? – This was also another reason. His eyes widened and he looked away. As the highest ranked hero, he was always in the public eye, including those close to him, especially the son who was also an aspiring professional hero.
He had told me that the torch had tried to get along better with him since the last fight they had, but years of abuse weren't going to go away in a matter of weeks, months and even years. This was a sensitive issue for him, which has still affected him and his siblings, but even more so on his mother, who is isolated in a mental hospital for exactly the same reason.
He appeared to be mildly indifferent, but his white fingers gripping the tome of the Modern Hero Art History book showed otherwise.
– You don't have to answer – moving to accommodate me in the space between his legs.
– I would like to show you how important you are to me – placing his hands around my waist. Being so close to his face, I could detail the different shades of gray and turquoise that his eyes flashed. I could look at them indefinitely.
My hands went to his face and his expression softened, closing his eyes at my touch, letting himself be carried away by the repetitive movements of my thumbs on his smooth cheekbones. It is precisely because of this angelic face that they call you "prince" and only I can caress it.
– You are very naive sometimes – tightening his cheeks, making pouting distort his features, tightening the grip of his hands in response. Seeing him like this always gave me an involuntary smile, which only he had the right to see. That's why I wanted this to be just the two of us, that no one else see how we are alone, how everything else is non–existent while we are in each other's arms.
We were silent for a few moments with our eyes closed, lulled by the noise of the rain outside and our slow breaths, but whenever I am so close to their lips it is inevitable that I am not tempted to have them close to mine, where they belong. It was a slow kiss, where our lips interspersed while the light touch of our noses caused a tickle with each swing.
– Katsuki ... I have to study – he said between gasps, trying uselessly to hide a smile
– Would you rather study than spend quality time with me? – running down your chin, until I reach his clavicle
– I don't know, maybe it's because I still have visible marks from the last time – he protested, when my lips were in the area of his jugular
– We will have to renew them then – laughing on his neck
– Katsuki! – trying to get away, without success, which made me smile.
I brought my eyes to the level of his and shortly after kissing every part of his face, from his forehead to eyelids, nose, to his mouth, where this time there was less need for pauses in each movement. My hands played with the hair on the back of his neck, while the arms molded to the shape of my torso, making up and down movements, feeling like our tongues were not seeking even the slightest rest. Sometimes I heard the occasional moan escape his lips, but he didn't mean to give him a respite; I didn't want to do it.
My hands rested on his shoulders when the sudden change in light forced us to separate.
– A blackout? – questioning the obvious, with audibly heavy breathing
– The bedrooms were supposed to foresee these kinds of situations – this was just the bad feeling I felt shortly before. A small flame emanated from his hand when we heard a familiar scream ...
– Dark Shadow! – We said in unison, heading to Tokoyami's room, a short distance from mine.
The boy was on the floor when we broke into his room, jet black. Shoto approached the one who was breathing heavily while the reason we were stressed was hypnotized by the small sparks that my fingers gave off. Since the Sports Festival, I had perceived that, far from causing him fear, somehow the entity had learned to be docile with small amounts of light. It was hard for me to believe that this very docile creature was the same one that almost killed off the toothy thing that chased us during that troubled night in the woods… Now that I think about it, I feel that same feeling now. That expectant discomfort because for the worst to happen...
– Thanks for coming, although I did not expect to see you Todoroki – the crow's eyes jumped from Shoto to me
– We were studying ... – or something like that ... – And that was when a noise loud enough to think that the lightning had hit the interior of the bedroom, echoed off the walls, causing me to almost lose his balance. What was missing, a damn electrical storm.
– Let's go to the common area – announced the bicolor, helping him up
Once in the hallway, the noise was unbearable. The different tones of voice of the extras were unintelligible, and annoying.
– It's just a fucking blackout. They will surely restore the electricity in a few minutes – I growled approaching the stairs, but the flash from the outside tensed my muscles, preparing me for the subsequent outbreak of the only thing that made me falter. Shoto quickly moved to my side, and I waited for whoever was accompanying us to ignore my fleeting state.
– Lightning must have been the cause of the power outage – said the crow, turning his back to us, to my relief. And then we hear groans.
– It's Koda – the bicolor recognized. – He must be dealing with the pets he has
– Help him – his eyes rested on me, worried – I'll be fine – I assured, waiting for the ambient noise to camouflage my voice
– I see you downstairs – accelerating his step up the stairs.
The thought that this could be remotely related to LOV kept tensing my muscles, although I had a hard time believing that this group of misfits would be stupid enough to attack in such a tightly protected area, with or without electricity. Other than that, the uncertainty of not knowing when the next bolt would hit, put persistent pressure on my muscles.
– Let's go downstairs – I indicated, only for the damn weather to take it as an opportunity to start chaos. Another flash of light illuminated the corridor where we were with such clarity that it seemed to be daylight in the brief seconds in which the subsequent impact even managed to break the glass of the window a few steps from me, causing a spasm that momentarily ceased concentration on my hands, leaving us in deep darkness.
– Dark Shadow, calm down! – added to his demands, the rain, the noise inside the building and my nerves, my head began to spin as my ears were pounding, and a throbbing pain in my chest brought me to my knees. – Dark Shadow! – It was the last thing I heard before my body shuddered after the spasmodic pain caused by the outburst of the shadow against me, which extracted with all the abruptness possible, the air that I kept in my lungs.
Despite my attempts to get closer to the boy who was now a walking dark miasma, I only managed to see reddish stripes covering my arms shortly before I was unconscious.
We already reached the climax!
Fact # 61
I like to think that I don't spend with sweetness, but somehow, I like to imagine that Bakugou gives himself totally when he loves, while Todoroki, in his own way, corresponds to him.
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