Katsuki Bakugou
Solicitude saturated Bakugou's countenance as his brows lowered. "Why? Something sensitive?"
Todoroki bit his lower lip. "I just…can't show you. I can take care of it myself. I'll do that now." He sidled along the wall to reach his bathroom. "Please leave…"
While Todoroki begrudgingly meandered into the bathroom, Bakugou thought to himself, I don't trust him. He's been acting weird all day. All he had to do was roll up his sleeve and show me the wound, but he was so fucking insistent on it being nothing. He lingered in Todoroki's dorm and found himself standing beside the bathroom door. It's just silent. Dammit, Todoroki, what's going on? I get not wanting to admit your weaknesses, but your responses and body language are hella concerning, frankly.
He glanced at the door from his peripheral vision and twitched his brows once he heard a discrete yet subtle scratching sound from the bathroom. He leaned up against the wall and inched closer to the door in a cold sweat. Yet, the scratching simply proliferated into a symphony of perturbation.
What the fuck is he doing?! Bakugou wanted to vociferate. It sounds like he's scratching something. Scratch, scratch… That fucking sound. I've heard it before. What is it? What is he doing? Why is he doing it? Because I know damn well he's not taking care of his wound. After all, it wasn't bleeding anymore, and it looked like he'd been sleeping.
Unable to stay his tongue, Bakugou brusquely queried, "What the hell is going on?" He tapped his knuckles against the door.
Only the faint sound of scratching reverberated throughout the room. Coalescing with that scratching was the wrath of Bakugou's perfervid heartbeat that throbbed through his veins. Bakugou could feel the sounds and sensations searing his senses. Nausea lanced through his twisting stomach at the unknown coupled with the implications he'd formed.
Oh, shit. That is not good. He's not answering. Fuck. I need to do something. But what? What'll make him answer?
"OI! I'm breaking this door if you don't fucking open it in ten seconds!" Bakugou emphatically bellowed with apoplectic vitriol perforating his words to their gelid cores.
Although Bakugou anticipated that Todoroki would abstain from responding, Todoroki sibilated, "I'm fine. Nothing's going on." His rushed yet lackadaisical voice swam like a poison through Bakugou's psyche.
Oh, you fucking liar. It's not fine, is it? Something's going on. What the fuck is happening?
Disgruntled, Bakugou vehemently snarled, "I'm dismantling this door in ten seconds because that's one bullshit lie." He slammed his fist into the door and peeled his lips back.
God, the pressure is suffocating, he inwardly gasped.
Much to Bakugou's arrant astonishment, the door creaked open a tenuous sliver, and from the thin gap did he observe how Todoroki's silhouette dove away. Subsequently, the familiar, gritty strain of metal scraping at metal from the rungs of the shower curtain clawed at Bakugou's ears. With every sound augmented yet dulled from the nearing zenith of his adrenaline rush, Bakugou listened to his irate thoughts while concentrating on Todoroki's jagged breaths.
"Don't look at me," beseeched Todoroki in a frail, trembling whisper.
His voice breaks me. He never sounds like that. He always sounds so monotonous and like he doesn't give a shit. But…he sounds afraid. Panicked. Worried. Stay calm, Katsuki.
Bakugou stepped just outside the shower. "Tch. Why? You naked?" He attempted to steady his own breaths to regain his incinerated sangfroid.
I know you're not. Don't fucking try to lie your way out of this. It's not happening. I can't see behind the curtain, but I can see through you, you shit liar.
"Y-Yeah." The remnants of Todoroki's voice sounded as though they were splintering into fragments.
Goddammit… "Bullshit, Todoroki," Bakugou growled, and with each unyielding word that tumbled through his throat, he felt his heart accelerate. "The shower isn't running, and you would've made that known first at the threat of the door being broken. I'll give you ten seconds to put something on, 'kay?" He pursed his lips as trepidation numbed his shaking fingertips.
"I'd…need to get out to get my clothes," Todoroki feebly elucidated.
"I'll hand them to you if you tell me where they are."
Silence.
You're just stalling for time, at this point. I'm sure you know your lies all sucked. Shit. My hands are so fucking shaky. Get it together.
Bakugou felt like his heart would combust as he mentally counted out ten seconds. The leaden tramp of his heart caused his entire body to quake, but he wasn't entirely certain of what he was feeling. So, once he announced that the ten seconds were over, he swallowed the bitter, acerbic lump in his throat and yanked the curtain open.
