Part 4
Undone
Bakugou watched as Todoroki tightened the laces of his skates—which were much less bulky than his hockey skates. It was odd to see him without all the padding and the thick helmet. Bakugou hadn't realized how slender he was like this. Sure, he had all those sexy muscles, but they blended in beautifully with Todoroki's skin.
Espeically when his skin was reddened and sweaty and—
Bakugou bit back a groan. This was not the time to think about how hot he looked the night before.
"You stretch enough?" Bakugou asked as Todoroki was about to step out onto the ice. "You just got cleared to do physical activities, you know."
Todoroki nodded. "I've been working on my muscle strength all week."
"Tch, that doesn't mean you've limbered up, dumbass!"
Todoroki rolled his eyes and then stepped onto the ice with a cloud of grace about him. It was different from when he would storm the rink for a match—not thunderous or hungry for victory. But Todoroki still looked powerful.
Todoroki circled the ice in a lap, taking deep breaths along the way, and then he stopped in the middle of the ice. His shoulders rose and fell in one final breath of resolve, and then he nodded to Bakugou.
Bakugou pressed the play button on Todoroki's phone, and the sound of a beautiful violin began to play in his ear.
Todoroki began to move over the ice in a glide, his back arched and his eyes nearly closed. His movements were like water, and he matched the music perfectly as he dipped down to spin rapidly.
Bakugou felt himself hold his breath. Todoroki knew how to do all that? Since when?
The man was truly a mystery. And it only made Bakugou want to learn more about him.
The music turned a bit sorrowful, Todoroki speeding down the ice and jumping, pulling himself into a spin. He spun in the air and then landed perfectly on his right foot, moving backwards.
"Holy shit," Bakugou muttered.
He glided over the ice again and continued his practiced routine. When did he have time to do all this? Bakugou wasn't an expert at figure skating, but he knew that it took a while to nail down specific moves. Todoroki behaved as if he'd known this routine his whole life.
"My mother was a really talented figure skater."
Ah. Well, it was possible he really had known the routine his whole life.
Todoroki continued to move with the music, the violin growing stronger with each passing second. Although he was far away, Bakugou could see the emotion on Todoroki's face. It was a mixture of sorrow and longing— a longing for what, Bakugou didn't know.
What Bakugou did know was that Todoroki belonged out there like this—in those smaller skates with his leggings and thin shirt. He still had the bulk from hockey, but it didn't seem to hinder his movements too much. It was as if he was born to skate.
The music swelled again, and Todoroki picked up speed. At the peak of the volume in the music, he leapt backwards and pulled himself into a fast twist. Bakugou couldn't even count the amount of rotations since Todoroki was going so fast.
But instead of landing and gliding away perfectly, Todoroki landed on his left foot and wobbled, falling hard onto the ice. Bakugou could hear the sickening smack of skin, and his chest tightened in alarm.
Todoroki slid to a stop and rolled onto his back, lying still on the ice. He lifted one arm and slung it over his eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly from exertion—or pain, Bakugou wasn't certain.
"Shit!" Bakugou cursed, fumbling to turn off the music.
He threw down the phone and yanked out the earbud, quickly stepping out onto the ice and rushing to Todoroki's' side. He slid on his knees next to Todoroki and touched his side gently.
"Oi, you alright?" Bakugou asked. When Todoroki didn't respond right away, Bakugou grabbed his arm and gently pulled it away from his face. "Hey, talk to me here! Are you hurt?"
Todoroki looked up at him and smiled softly. "I guess I shouldn't have tried that move when I haven't done it in a few years."
Bakugou took in Todoroki's face and breathed out a long sigh in relief.
"Geez, you scared the shit outta me!" Bakugou breathed, looking Todoroki in the eye. "You sure you're not hurt? You fell hard."
Todoroki hummed. "I'm sore, but it's just bruising." He lifted up his bare arm to see the redness that had quickly formed from the impact. "I'll be okay."
"Shit," Bakugou cursed, taking Todoroki's arm. "This is going to be purple tomorrow."
Todoroki shrugged one shoulder. "We fall even harder during hockey games."
"But we also wear layers of padding, you dumbass!" Bakugou yelled. "We're not waltzing around half-naked on the ice!"
Todoroki tilted his head. "I'm wearing clothes…?"
Bakugou rolled his eyes. "A thin t-shirt and leggings don't count."
"I'm wearing shorts over my leggings."
"Not the point!"
Bakugou sighed and reached down to cup Todoroki's cheek, making the other man nuzzle into his palm.
"You sure you're okay?" Bakugou asked in a soft voice.
Todoroki nodded. "I'm fine. Thank you for worrying about me."
Bakugou looked over Todoroki's face and then glanced down to his lips, which were slightly red. He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to Todoroki's lips, making him inhale sharply.
"Bakugou," Todoroki gasped. "What—"
"Shh," Bakugou hushed, and he leaned down for more.
They kissed softly, almost too soft for Bakugou to handle. It sent shivers down his spine at the contact.
He laid down all the way on top of Todoroki, pressing their hips together and starting to grind as Bakugou licked the roof of Todoroki's mouth.
"Ah—" The light gasp that escaped Todoroki's mouth went right to Bakugou's groin.
Shit.
He moved his hand down to Todoroki's waist and played with the edge of his shirt. He slipped his hand inside and smoothed his palm along Todoroki's lean stomach, making the man gasp more sharply. He pulled back from Bakugou's lips and stared at him.
"Bakugou, wait," Todoroki said. "We can't do this here."
"Tch, what? You afraid someone'll see?" Bakugou asked.
"Obviously."
Bakugou rolled his eyes. "It's after practice. Everyone's at lunch. We're going to be alone here."
The ice was starting to bite into his fingers. The heat from the kissing earlier had dissipated, quickly leaving him feeling frigid and… limp.
"You can't know that," Todoroki said. "We can… continue this later. If you want."
Bakugou's loins erupted with a new heat wave that made him smirk.
"Fine. But let's go to your room," Bakugou said.
Todoroki huffed. "You just like my bed better."
"Damn right."
Bakugou moved off of him and plopped down on the ice next to him, reaching over to stroke Todoroki's cheek. He really shouldn't be getting attached like this, but he couldn't help himself anymore.
If this was all he could get from him, then he would take it.
"You looked good out there," Bakugou said, nodding towards the ice.
Todoroki twisted his lips. "I'm rusty and out of practice."
"You could easily get back into shape," Bakugou said. "You could probably do it in just a few weeks."
It was true, and both Bakugou and Todoroki knew it. If Todoroki's schedule hadn't been filled with hockey, he would be in the running for the professional leagues.
"I'd have to do it full time," Todoroki said quietly, looking up at the ceiling. He was still splayed out on the ice. It made Bakugou shiver just looking at him.
"Just do it, then," Bakugou said with a shrug.
Todoroki sighed. "I can't quit."
Bakugou furrowed his brow. "This ain't about your bastard father, is it?"
Todoroki released a small groan from his throat. "I think he might really try to kill me if I tell him I want to quit."
Bakugou couldn't tell if Todoroki was joking or not. He didn't want to risk it in case he wasn't.
But he also knew that he wanted to be by Todoroki's side through all of it—whatever that may be. If he had to help Todoroki stand up to his father, he would do it.
"If you need help…" Bakugou started, feeling uncomfortable at the sudden change in mood. "I can… ya know. Help, or whatever."
Todoroki sat up a little, and Bakugou could feel him staring at him from the corner of his eye.
"You'd help me with this?" Todoroki asked. "You really don't have to."
"Yeah," Bakugou said. "I… want to."
Todoroki looked flushed from his statement, and he leaned in, giving Bakugou another slow, tantalizing kiss.
"You really are softer than you look," Todoroki whispered.
Bakugou bit back a groan. Dammit, this guy…
"Yeah, well… Don't go tellin' anyone," he said. "Or I'll kick your—"
His sentence cut off when he heard the sound of a door shutting in the distance.
Bakugou sat up quickly, glancing around the rink. There was nothing around, but the sound echoed in the empty ice center.
"What was that?" Todoroki asked, sitting up from the ice and looking around.
Bakugou narrowed his eyes. "Someone was here."
Todoroki quirked a brow. "They were spying?"
"Or something," Bakugou said. He stood to his feet. "But whatever they were doing is gross, and I'll find them and kill them."
Todoroki reached up and grabbed Bakugou's wrist. "Bakugou, it's fine. Don't go to the trouble."
Bakugou whirled around to face him, his eyes wide and his body rigid with rage.
"Just a second ago, you were whining about being caught!" Bakugou shouted.
Todoroki deadpanned. "Well, it's not in my nature to have sex out in the open."
Bakugou blinked at him, the rage seeping out from his bones.
"So… you weren't worried about them catching us… together?" Bakugou asked.
Todoroki did that cute head-tilt thing. Dammit.
"No? I don't really care what people think," he said. He managed to stand up on his skates, making him a bit taller than Bakugou. It was doing weird things to Bakugou's heart. "I just don't want to be the subject of voyeurism."
Bakugou finally felt his body relax. He rubbed his face with a sigh and then shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets.
"Fine. I'll let it go, but I'm not happy about it," Bakugou said gruffly.
"Noted," Todoroki said with a smile. "Ah. I'm tired, and I know I'm going to be sore for practice tomorrow."
Bakugou grabbed his hand, tugging him towards the edge of the rink.
"Let's go to your room then," Bakugou said. He gave Todoroki a wicked smirk as he stepped off of the ice. "I'll give you a massage."
Todoroki smirked back at him. "Looking forward to it."
As the pair left the ice rink from their after-practice session, a figure stood in the hallway just outside of the entrance.
Freckled and scarred hands were clamped over his mouth in shock.
What had he just seen?
That afternoon, Bakugou found himself in the clutches of a very hyperactive Todoroki, which he was perfectly fine with. But he found himself out of breath by the end of their tussling on Todoroki's bed.
After they have calmed, they laid naked together under the sheets and watched a few videos on Todoroki's phone—all videos of Todoroki's mother.
"She made it to the Olympics once," Todoroki said, showing Bakugou her debut performance. "She earned a silver medal."
"That's impressive," Bakugou said softly, holding the phone. "You could do this just as easily, you know."
Todoroki hummed. "I might have the skills for it. But my father—"
"Screw that old hack!" Bakugou said. "If you wanna skate, then skate, dammit. Don't let some old fart dictate how you run your life."
Todoroki hummed again, and then sat up, looking down at the video of his mom on his phone. He nodded to himself and then got up.
"I'll go meet him, then," he said.
Bakugou scrambled to sit up. "Wha—Right now?"
He glanced at the clock to see that it was nearing 8 in the evening. Would that old hag even be up at this hour?
"Yes," Todoroki said, grabbing a sweater and throwing it over his head. "While I still have the resolve to speak with him."
Bakugou jumped out of bed, letting the sheet fall to the side. "Do you want me to come with you?"
Todoroki eyed Bakugou's naked body for a long second before shaking his head, movig to tug on his pants.
"I don't want you to see him in this state," Todoroki said. "He's not going to be happy about it."
"All the more reason I should be there to support you!" Bakugou said. "You said the prick was abusive, didn't you?"
Todoroki winced. "Well, when I was a child," he muttered. "But it's been years since he's put his hands on me, Bakugou. And I'm not a helpless child anymore."
Bakugou sighed, his stomach clenching. He knew this was something Todoroki had to do on his own, but he couldn't help but want to be there to hold his hand through it all.
He had no right to, though.
He was just someone Todoroki slept with. They weren't an item.
Bakugou swallowed past the painful lump in his throat and bent down to pick up his jeans, throwing them on—trying to save himself some decency. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at Todoroki as he put his coat on.
"Well, give me a call if you need me to come," Bakugou mumbled, moving to sit back down on Todoroki's bed.
"Okay," Todoroki said. He walked over to Bakugou's side and gave him a chaste kiss, which sent butterflies down to Bakugou's stomach. "Thank you, Bakugou."
Bakugou rolled his eyes and flopped back down on the bed, putting his arms behind his head.
"Whatever," he grumbled, trying not to let his embarrassment show.
Todoroki huffed out a laugh and waved at him from the door. "I'll be back soon."
And with those parting words, Todoroki left, leaving Bakugou to doze on Todoroki's bed. He wondered if he should've gone after him instead. He wondered if he should have been more forward.
If he had just… confessed. Then…
What would Todoroki say?
Would he be happy? Put off? Disgusted?
Hurt?
Bakugou sighed, his body feeling heavy on the bed. He didn't even want to think about what his reaction would be. This was torture at this point.
Enough. It was time to shut off his brain. The best thing he could do for Todoroki right now was to be there for him when he returned from his father.
Suddenly, there was a buzzing coming from the desk.
Bakugou glanced over to see Todoroki's phone still on the desk.
"That blockhead," he muttered.
He sat up and snatched the phone from the desk. Todoroki probably hadn't left the dorms yet, so he could probably catch him.
He went to the door and pulled it open, ready to run down to the lobby to catch Todoroki before he left.
But when the door opened, he was met with a pair of green eyes.
"A-Ah, K-Kacchan?!" Deku squeaked, taking in Bakugou's shirtless appearance. "You're… in Todoroki's room."
Bakugou blinked down at him in shock, feeling his chest go cold.
Shit.
"What of it?" Bakugou asked.
He had to come up with an excuse, a reason why he was here—
"Are you guys sleeping together?"
Bakugou's stomach flipped wildly while his heart pounded an extra beat against his ribcage.
Deku was staring at him with a hard and apprehensive expression.
Dammit. He wasn't getting out of this, was he?
Bakugou pocketed Todoroki's phone and folded his arms across his chest.
"So what if we are?" he asked. "I don't see how that's any of your business."
Deku's jaw dropped. "So it's true." He had the nerve to glare at Bakugou with disgust in his eyes. "I wasn't seeing things at the rink today. You guys were kissing!"
Bakugou felt his rage nearly boil over. "So you were the one snooping on us?! Do you know how sick that is?!"
"What's sick is you taking advantage of Todoroki!" Deku snapped.
Bakugou furrowed his brows. "What the hell? I'm not taking advantage of him!"
Deku took a step forward into Bakugou's space. "Oh, so you just happen to start sleeping with him after he'd confessed to me? When he's feeling vulnerable?"
A fire lit up inside Bakugou's chest, and it wasn't a pleasant one—not like the times he felt passion with Todoroki in his bed.
No, this fire was nothing like that. It was pure rage that made him shake and want to punch a hole in the wall.
"You son of a bitch," Bakugou snarled, taking a step forward. "You go and break his heart and now you're accusing me of using him? I'm not so shallow, you asshole!"
Deku blinked at him with wide eyes, taking a step back out of Bakugou's space.
But Bakugou persisted.
"You don't get to sit here and accuse me of hurting Todoroki when you're the one who was oblivious to his feelings for months! And then you go off and flaunt your new girlfriend in front of everyone!" Bakugou shouted. "How the hell do you think he feels, hah?! Stop thinking about yourself for once, you selfish bastard!"
Deku was stunned silent, but his face no longer showed fear. It had morphed into something like curiosity and sadness.
"Kacchan… I've never seen you so passionate about someone else before," Deku said.
The flames in Bakugou's chest were suddenly doused by the sudden change in topic. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants and glared at Deku.
"What of it?" Bakugou asked. "Is it so strange for me to care? Dumbass."
Deku paused again, chewing on his lips. He swallowed and then took in a deep breath.
"Kacchan, do… do you like Todoroki?" Deku asked softly.
Butterflies fluttered around Bakugou's chest, sending a jolt down his spine. And it must've shown on his face because Deku was looking at him sadly.
"Oh, Kacchan…" Deku said with sympathy dripping in his voice.
"Will you shut up?" Bakugou grumbled, pressing his palm to his face and rubbing down roughly. "I don't want to hear it from you."
Deku frowned. "But… this isn't healthy. Kacchan, it sounds like he's just using you as a rebound."
"Don't you think I know that?!" Bakugou snapped.
Deku's eyes widened. "Then why…?"
Bakugou sighed, cutting him off. "He probably wouldn't go for me without a friends with benefits, thing."
Deku winced. "This doesn't seem very beneficial for you, though."
All of the fight that Bakugou had inside left him in an instant. He knew that this deal was going to end with Todoroki finally moving on and putting a stop to their meet-ups, but he couldn't help himself.
He loved Todoroki.
"If this is the only way I can have him, then so be it," Bakugou said, hanging his head. "I'd rather have him for a little while then never at all."
"Kacchan…" Deku whispered. "You must really like him, huh?"
Bakugou took in a deep breath and scoffed.
"Yeah. I guess I do."
Down the hall, right where the corner turned to head to his dorm room, Shouto stood plastered with his back against the wall.
He had forgotten his phone, and once he realized it he returned back to his dorm to retrieve it.
But…
"Kacchan… I'm… I'm sorry."
"Tch. Whatever, it's… it's fine."
Shouto couldn't believe what he was hearing. Bakugou liked him. Bakugou liked him.
This… wasn't real, was it?
Shouto thought… He though that Bakugou was just using him as an outlet. A mutual agreement to blow off steam. He thought both parties were equal in this.
But Shouto couldn't have been more wrong.
"Are you… going to tell Todoroki how you feel?"
Shouto's heart was in his throat at Midoriya's sudden question.
Was he really…?
"No. I'm not."
Shouto sucked in a quiet breath. He'd never heard Bakugou sound like that before. It was choked and…
No, was he really about to cry?
"What? But… why? Shouldn't you tell him?"
"Yeah, like that would turn out well." There was a pause. "You saw what happened when he confessed to you."
"Ah…"
Shouto swallowed hard. He hadn't realized how much this had affected Bakugou.
"Are you going to stop meeting with him, then?" Shouto heard Midoriya ask.
Bakugou paused again.
Shouto could hear his heart pound in his ears.
"When he's tired of me, I will," Bakugou said.
Shouto froze.
When he was… tired of him?
"Kacchan…" Midoriya said again, his voice so soft that Shouto could barely hear it.
"Enough," Bakugou said with a sigh. "I'm done talkin' about this, alright? Just… can we not do this?"
"…Fine," Midoriya said softly. "Just don't… don't keep this up too long, okay? You could get hurt."
"I'll deal with it," Bakugou said roughly. "Now get lost. I need to find Todoroki to get him his phone."
Shouto sucked in a breath, his heart pounding. He turned and hurried down the hallway towards the stairwell, making his way back down to the lobby to gather his thoughts.
What… just happened?
