Shouto
Shouto never thought himself lucky to be born with a half-hot half-cold quirk. He'd honestly always thought Fuyumi's sublimation quirk was cooler, but looking over at Tsuyu buried under Midoriya's three jackets and Uraraka's scarf, he's grateful that his genetics give him an advantage in regulating body temperature.
They'd all gone outside for a snow day. Momo and Jirou are making snow angels while Bakugou and Kirishima throw snowballs at each other.
He's currently acting as a walking furnace for Tsuyu. She's shivering by his side. He's scared of burning his sleeve off if he increases the strength of his fire any further.
Kaminari joins the fray, and suddenly Shouto wants in but he has to stay by Tsuyu'a side so she doesn't go into hibernation. Midoriya looks on fondly, antsy to join too.
They'd all been cooped up for nearly a week now. They're all a bit desperate for physical activity. Shouto briefly thinks about setting a log on fire for Tsuyu just so he can play with them.
"You guys can go if you want," her teeth chatter when she says that. "I'll be okay."
Midoriya looks tempted but he stays loyally by her side with Uraraka. They'd been whispering to each other all day.
"You go, Midoriya." Shouto tells him. "I'll stay."
Midoriya bites his lip and whispers something in Tsuyu's ear before going off to them. "Thanks, Todoroki. I'll be right back—"
A snowball hits him right in the mouth. Shouto peers over at the direction it came from to see Bakugou scowling at him.
"Get your ass back there right now." he barks. "Who said you could join in?"
"Come on, Kacchan," Midoriya mumbles, bending down to cup a handful of snow in his hands.
Momo sits up on the floor and exchanges a look with Shouto. She'd asked him about what happened that night and he'd told her nothing new.
"Let him join," Kirishima says, wrapping an arm around Bakugou's shoulders.
"No."
"Forget him, Midoriya. We'll play with you." Kaminari says before launching another snowball at his face.
Midoriya sees that one coming and dodges it quickly enough. But he fails to see the tiny explosion coming on his right.
It's too cold for anyone to be sweating, but it seems Bakugou's the exception. Even if these explosions are smaller than his usual ones, they're still enough to send Midoriya back a few meters.
Tsuyu and Uraraka stiffen beside Shouto.
"Midoriya," Iida calls out, worried for him. Tsuyu wraps a hand around Shouto's arm.
"Deku," Uraraka gasps. "Are you okay?"
Bakugou's lip curls up as he growls out, "He's fine."
Shouto frowns. They'd both certainly dealt with heavier blows from Bakugou but this is still unwarranted.
Midoriya puts one of his hands up, "I'm alright, Uraraka. Don't worry."
Tsuyu's grip around his arm lightens up. Uraraka takes a step forward.
"Katsuki," she snaps. "What's gotten into you?"
He's afraid of Tsuyu knocking out if he leaves but he feels like he should interfere.
"Oh, look who's finally talking to me." Bakugou snaps back.
Everyone seems to hold their breaths. Uraraka crosses her arms. "I would've started a long time ago if you'd just apologized."
"For the last fucking time," he seethes, "I don't owe anybody a goddamn apology—"
"Are you serious?"
Midoriya puts his hands up consolingly. "Uraraka, it's fine, really—"
"Deku, shut the hell up."
Uraraka starts marching up to Bakugou. "Stop talking to Deku like that!"
"I'll talk to him however the fuck I want."
"No, you won't." she says, pressing a finger into his chest.
Tsuyu shuffles up to pull Uraraka back. "Let it go, Ochako."
"Yeah, Bakugou, chill out." Kirishima says, holding him by the arm.
"I'm fucking chill." he grunts, pushing Kirishima off of him, "She's the one who needs to chill."
Uraraka turns around. "I can't believe you, Katsuki." she scoffs, "You honestly think everyone has a problem but you."
"Well, why don't you come here so we can talk it out instead of just moping around like you've been doing all week?"
"The only one moping around is you!" she screams before stomping back to the lodge with Tsuyu.
Bakugou staggers off the opposite direction.
"Bro—" Kirishima calls out.
"Fuck off."
Momo and Shouto exchange another look before he sighs. With Tsuyu gone, he's free to follow him.
"Hey, Bakugou," he says, trying to match his pace.
Bakugou keeps walking. "Get the fuck outta my sight, Scarface."
"Can we just talk for a moment?"
"I don't wanna talk to anyone."
Shouto stomps on his right foot and freezes a wall of ice over their direction. He pumps a little more of power in his quirk so that they're surrounded in an igloo. Bakugou's explosions are too weak to break through, so he kicks the wall and sucks his teeth.
"That was out of line." Shouto tells him, "You didn't have to hit him with your quirk."
"Didn't even hurt," he scoffs.
"Still."
Bakugou sits on the snow and leans his head back. "Whatever."
Shouto shakes his head. "Grow up."
"I'm older than you." he points out.
"So act like it and stop behaving like a child." he says, taking a step closer, "Apologize to Midoriya and make up with Uraraka already."
"Don't tell me what to do, Scarface." he barks, "I'm tired of everybody trying to tell me what I need to change about myself."
"Well, I'm sure everyone's tired of your behavior more. So if you want to stay, consider changing yourself for the better."
Bakugou scowls off to the side silently.
"It feels like we're all walking on eggshells. No one can enjoy their vacation because of you."
He slams his hand in the snow. "What does it even have to do with any of you? Why don't you all just mind your own business?"
Shouto blinks. "You and Uraraka just fought publicly and expect us all—your friends— to pretend it never happened?"
Bakugou shakes his head and starts rubbing his face with his hands. "That's what I'd do."
Shouto sighs. "I don't see why you can't just apologize. Even if you think you don't owe him one, isn't it better than spending the rest of the week miserably?"
Bakugou stares down at the floor for what feels like an hour. Shouto waits patiently for his response.
"No," he says finally, getting up.
Shouto watches as he rubs his hands together to form a large enough blast that a couple feet of his ice wall crumble. "And my week's going just fine, thanks."