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AN: Hello my readers! I already posted this on Ao3, so if you read it first there, that's fine too 3 Just posting here because I miss this site. And I also felt a little guilty about leaving this inactive for so long, as well as leaving my stories here unattended. So, here I am publishing an old story to reinvigorate my account here hehe.
If you wanna read more BNHA works, I am currently posting a multi-chaptered TdBk fanfic on Ao3. My author name is still the same there :3
Growing up was pretty mundane for Katsuki Bakugou. Sure his parents were famous and well-known designers, but compared to big shot models and Hollywood stars, they're often overlooked. So when he comes to the winter dance, with his parents' custom made suit, everyone's in awe of him.
He comes striding down the massive staircase with a semi-formal attire; orange jacket, black undershirt and skinny jeans. His hair is as spiky as it always was, and he ignores the reprimands of his class president how he isn't following proper etiquette. He only shuts up when Aizawa tells him it's an acceptable outfit because the invite said semi-formal, not all the way.
He doesn't bother mingling with the extras, but heads straight for the buffet and surveys the food. He knows people are staring, because he's the only one who bothered to stray away from the usual black and grey suits.
He senses someone stand beside him, and he eyes the person and narrows his gaze when he realizes it's the school prince, Shouto Todoroki. Of course they're classmates, but they've only really interacted when needed to. They're not close, but they're not strangers either.
"You look good Bakugou." Todoroki tells him, as he swirls his glass, looking at him, and Katsuki doesn't bother giving him a compliment.
"I know." He grins, and promptly turns away.
~3~
He arrives in school as he always does, and heads straight for his shoe locker after ditching his green-haired neighbor behind a few blocks away, when he gets distracted by the morning news. He thinks it's going to be another day, another week, but he blinks when he realizes there's something lodged in between his shoes.
He takes it, and sees only his name on it, written in a neat cursive, and he continues to put his shoes in its proper place and eyes the envelope with mild curiosity. He shrugs and plunges it in his bag, careful not to crumple the delicate thing and heads to class.
He forgets about it soon enough, and sighs in relief when the lunch bell rings and he gets ready to eat his home-made lunch in peace. So he opens his bag, and takes out his bento, only to pause at the sight of the envelope with his name on it.
He sets his bento on his desk, and lets his bag go, before settling in and getting ready to eat. His friends eat in the cafeteria because those shits can't cook for life, so he freely sets the letter on his desk as he eats.
It's only when he's done eating and fixing his things back when he takes the envelope and tries to get a feel of what's inside.
It definitely feels light, like nothing's in it at all, but he places it up against the light, and can see a little cut of paper sitting inside. So he puts it back down and swiftly opens the envelope, and pulls the note out, only to blink at the words on it.
The story of my life, is very plain to read
It starts the day you came. It ends the day you leave
"What the fuck..?" he grumbles to himself, when he feels someone approaching, and he immediately clenches the note in his fist and gets ready to glare…
Only it's Todoroki, and Katsuki sighs in relief.
"Oh, it's just you." He grunts, and Todoroki stares at him, pausing.
"Just me?"
"Yeah." And he uncurls his fist, before gently creasing out the crumpled form on the paper. He still notices Todoroki standing beside him, and he gives him a glare. "What!?" he snaps, and Todoroki eyes the paper, then back to Katsuki, before looking away and goes back to his seat on the back.
He misses the red tips of his classmate's ears.
Katsuki places the note back into the envelope, securing it in his back, and leans back in relief. Todoroki has better things to do. Of course he wouldn't tell he was getting notes.
And although he likes to think he's above petty love notes, Katsuki can't deny the warm feeling he gets when he receives another a few days later.
~3~
It's been three weeks since they got back from Christmas break, and three weeks since he's been getting mysterious and sappy as fuck letters with only a couple lines of songs here and there. And it doesn't matter how much Katsuki tries to get to school at a much earlier time, he never knows who's been leaving him the notes.
So he figures to try and stay a little bit later at school, but that's also a little bit complicated, especially when he's been trying to keep the secret admirer thing under wraps. If he says a word about it, his friends will blow it way out of proportion, and stupid Deku is never an option.
"Bakugou." He hears behind him, and he turns to see its Shouto fucking Todoroki, with a crisp white envelope and that neat handwriting of his name on it that he's come to love. "I, uh, presume it's for you?" he says, and Katsuki feels himself flushing and snatches the letter out his hands.
"You say a word about this to anyone-"
"I won't." he interrupts, but he doesn't seem like he's leaving, and instead looks like he wants to say something, so Katsuki waits. But he's never been patient either.
"Spit it out IcyHot!" he growls and Todoroki blinks at him and gives him a small smile.
"Are they important to you, Bakugou?" he asks, and Katsuki feels himself getting defensive…
"So what if I am, huh!?" he snaps, and he thinks he's imagining it, but Todoroki's smiles widen ever so slightly, looking at him in a way that makes him feel hot, and not in an uncomfortable way. "What!?" he snaps again when Todoroki doesn't avert his eyes.
"I'll see you then." He says and walks away in the opposite direction, and Katsuki frowns, and looks down on the envelop he's been given by the school prince.
He rips the letter open, and blinks, because instead of the usual phrases of songs, he's given something else, and makes his heart skip a beat.
I can see you getting frustrated.
Am I right to assume you want to know me?
Katsuki looks around for any lingering eyes, but aside from IcyHot's intense staring from before, no one bothers to look his way. But how was he supposed to answer this letter?! That's when he notices there's something else in the envelope.
It's a pen, not like the ones he usually uses, but he could tell it's something of high quality. He continues to read the letter.
I f you decide yes, then use this for school tomorrow.
If not, you can keep it anyway.
Like the others, it's a printed note, so he can't know who it is that sends him letters through their handwriting. He purses his lips, and tucks the letter in his bag before he heads home.
By the next day, he goes to school, and when he's met with that expensive pen, he contemplates for a moment, before he snatches it out and uses it. The rest of the day he ignores the way his friends are envious of his pen, and he can't deny he likes the way it glides on the paper effortlessly and smoothly.
He still doesn't notice the lingering stares of mismatched eyes.
He receives no letter that day.
~3~
"Kacchan!" he hears behind him, and he picks up his pace. He hasn't received any letter this morning, so the secretive bastard was probably trying to see what his answer was. Normally he'd tell Deku to go and bother the fuck out of someone else, but what makes him pause is that this time, the shitty nerd is holding a familiar white envelope with his name branded on it. "Kacchan-!"
"Shut up and give me that!" he glares and snatches the envelope, careful not to rip it apart and glares at Deku for a moment, before he looks down on the paper in his hands. Deku is still staring at him, waiting for offer some sort of explanation, but he'll be disappointed this time as he always does when he waits for him.
"What the fuck are you looking at nerd?!" he practically hisses, and Deku jumps and gets flustered and dashes away to catch up with his other friends instead. He spots Four eyes and half n' half waiting a few meters away from them and glares at the Icyhot bastard who is looking at him in an undecipherable manner.
He huffs out his annoyance and heads home before any of them.
The moment the door to his room shuts closed behind him, he drops his bag and plops on his bed before carefully opening up the envelope, and this time, it's not a printed note, but handwritten, and he stares at the first clue in awe, traces the letters with his fingertips, before he remembers to read the actual message.
Katsuki,
Thank you for giving me this chance, but I'm still slightly scared to know whether you'll accept me the moment you know me. So my first clue is in fact, the person that gave you this letter.
Until then.
And nothing. Katsuki blinks and then frowns, before he blows up in outrage.
Needless to say when he meets Deku the very next day, it wasn't a pleasant experience.
~3~
Katsuki,
Although I admit you could have been nicer towards Midoriya, I can't deny that your abrasive behavior did get my attention. That despite your delinquent-like aura, you are in fact, the furthest one from it. And so my next clue lies on Iida.
Until then.
~3~
Katsuki,
By now, you probably worked out a pattern. And so yes, the next clue is with Yaoyorozu.
Until then.
The letters come by regularly, and the school year finishes, and another starts, and over the summer he's gathered a few things.
The secret Romeo is Deku's friend, but everyone is Deku's friend, either comes from a well-known family like Iida, or has a stick up his ass, and is either rich like Yaoyorozu, or a recommended person. He's as quiet as Tokoyami, as eye-catching as Aoyama, persistent like Uraraka.
What makes him frown is that the last letter came from Kirishima.
Katsuki,
You know Kirishima well, so it shouldn't be hard for you to figure out what's the clue he carries.
Until then.
He closes the box with the letters, and he taps his phone, before speed dialing someone. It rings a couple of times until someone answers.
~3~
It's the weekend, and with Christmas break nearing, there were plenty of people walking out to buy gifts or other preparations they need. He sees the spiky red hear somewhere and the red head was already calling out to him like at eager puppy.
"Bakubro!" that shit-eating grin on his face only makes him scowl all the more. "Bakubro! Let's go!"
And he lets himself get dragged across the arcade, spouting nonsense he thinks could have been filled with school stuff instead, but pauses when he hears something Kirishima says in a whine when Kaminari is beaten rather pathetically by him once more…
"Come on Kaminari! Even I can rise to Bakubro's challenge when I set my mind to it!"
Someone else pops into Katsuki's mind, but he shakes his head. Impossible, he probably just wishes it was him and is trying to manipulate the clues to fit that person's profile. He returns home more burdened and melancholic that the Idiot squad picked up his mood and they finish earlier than intended.
He lies on his bed, and picks up the pen he's been gifted and stares at it in the moonlight.
He wonders if he's got it right.
~3~
No letters come after that, and it's only three days until the winter dance, and Katsuki is adamant he doesn't want to go. He figures it was that time that's gotten him into this mess. Because if there was one thing he hated the most, it was being uncertain.
He wants to love whoever this was, this mystery person that sends him his love in amounts he knows is enough for him. Little at a time until he can accept him in his everything, but his mind is torn with his heart, because every time he closes his eyes, he sees red and white and grey and blue with a pale skin and a scar on his face that enhances his beauty than diminish it.
He's getting ready to leave, when someone leans in beside him, clearly waiting for him to finish wearing his shoes when he looks up and blinks.
It's Todoroki, and in his hands, is an envelope with his name in gold letters this time. Todoroki wordlessly gives it to him, but when he reaches out to take it, the bastard stops and pulls his hand away. "I've come with an instruction." He says, and Bakugou narrows his eyes.
Was Todoroki the final clue?
"What instructions?" he frowns, growling at him, but Todoroki smiles at him, or smirking, he's not sure.
"The fountain by the gardens, before the winter dance officially begins. If you want the answer, you'll get it there."
~3~
He's wearing a new variation of his orange suit, and waits with sweaty palms on the empty fountain. No one is here but him, and he watches in agitation the ticking wristwatch.
Was this all just a big joke? He looks down on the last letter, his legs jumping up and down, and his lips begin to quiver.
How dare they try and make fun of him?! He should've known better, because who could ever love a brat like him!? His mother has said it enough, that it starts to chip away at his confidence, despite the fact he knows she only says it in a teasing manner, but the jabs his friends makes at him in a teasing manner have begun to stung that these letters made him believe he's had redeeming qualities.
He sniffles, and hears the host begin and he wipes the stray tears and kicks a few stones at his feet, getting ready to go home, when he hears hurried footsteps behind him. He points to glare at whoever it is, but his words die down in his throat.
Panting behind him, in a suit that was haphazardly done, and hair half gelled back, and dressed in a white suit, and untied necktie is Todoroki, looking around, until his eyes fall on him, and he visibly relaxes…
"Katsuki." He says, and there's something in the way he says it that makes his heart skip a beat, "I apologize, I didn't think the shop would be so busy, and the traffic was hectic, I didn't-"
"Icyhot, what the fuck are you on about?" Bakugou frowns, looking at him from head to toe, because who the fuck comes to an event half-ready? "Wait, are you-?" he blinks, and Todoroki looks at him with soft eyes and comes closer, close enough to see the red rims of his eye and the school prince frowns…
"You thought it was a joke." He murmurs under his breath and wipes away the tears that remain with a gentle thumb, "I should've been here before you've arrived. I wanted it to be perfect. I didn't want to make you hurt." He whispers, and Katsuki barely holds in his emotions before he pulls away and wipes his eyes furiously.
"You fucking moron!" he hisses and yanks at his unfinished tie, and fixes up Todoroki's clothes and he lets him yank him and direct him what to do. "You fucker made me believe that-" his voice dies down and Todoroki looks down at him, clasping his hands into his warm ones, rubbing soothing circles at his knuckles.
"Katsuki, I'm sorry." He says, "But my question remains the same." He adds, "What's your answer?"
"You fucking idiot." He grabs Todoroki's collar, "It's a fucking yes, asshole!" and he crashes their lips together, unsuspecting of the audience they have.
~3~
"Ah, Aizawa-sensei, have you seen Young Bakugou and Young Todoroki?" Yagi-sensei asks, as the weary teacher strolls in with dragged steps and a sigh on his lips.
"Unfortunately." He says and Yagi-sensei blinks.
"Unfortunately..?" but the teacher has already passed by him, muttering something about being 50 bucks poorer.
~3~
Katsuki,
Come on, I know you're smart. I'm practically spoon feeding this final clue.
Be my boyfriend and date beginning this winter dance will you?
Hopefully forever yours.
Until then.
