[Getting up with Todoroki is worse than Bakugou imagined. Never is he really this uncoordinated. He has to turn over to his knees, and the weight not on Todoroki before is present now. He puts both hands on the other boy's shoulders, feeling the sting of the heat on one side but being so use to nitroglycerin explosions to care. His palms are calloused.
Leaving the comfort of Todoroki's cool side is suffering. His hands drag up over the white and red hair, push off Todoroki's crown, and he staggers back a moment until he can get his footing, until Todoroki can stand up, too.] ...Shit. [And then he startles.
It feels like Todoroki trips in slow motion, but he's also moving in slow motion. He watches it happen, arms rising like iron beams, and he doesn't feel quick enough at all, not to catch the boy falling back and not to catch the boy falling forward.
Their heads clack, and light pops briefly behind his eyes. The noise that rises out of Bakugou isn't a snarl or a hiss; it's a genuine, low groan of pain, something vulnerable. Whatever he mutters is barely audible, and he sags forward on top of Todoroki with his chin hooked over the other's shoulder. He's glad he doesn't puke.]
...You bastard...
[It's not technically Todoroki's fault, but the anger is quick to boil up in him. He starts walking forward, smashing into Todoroki with the bulk of his chest, pushing even the taller boy backward as he goes. A solid brick wall, inescapable. All the way across the room without pause until Todoroki's back meets the blistering cool feel of the sliding glass door of the veranda. Bakugou presses in as heavily as he can.
The notch of the handle gets a few of his fingers, almost like he might open it and let Todoroki just tumble out on the deck. He doesn't. The other hand rises between them, and he hooks it around Todoroki's neck under the jaw, icy and burning on different sides of his palm. He squeezes ever so slightly and stares hard, but his eyes are unfocused. If he wanted, he could probably blow Todoroki's head off the shoulders and through the glass window behind.
And then without giving any rhyme or reason why, he kisses Todoroki hard on the mouth.]
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Leaving the comfort of Todoroki's cool side is suffering. His hands drag up over the white and red hair, push off Todoroki's crown, and he staggers back a moment until he can get his footing, until Todoroki can stand up, too.] ...Shit. [And then he startles.
It feels like Todoroki trips in slow motion, but he's also moving in slow motion. He watches it happen, arms rising like iron beams, and he doesn't feel quick enough at all, not to catch the boy falling back and not to catch the boy falling forward.
Their heads clack, and light pops briefly behind his eyes. The noise that rises out of Bakugou isn't a snarl or a hiss; it's a genuine, low groan of pain, something vulnerable. Whatever he mutters is barely audible, and he sags forward on top of Todoroki with his chin hooked over the other's shoulder. He's glad he doesn't puke.]
...You bastard...
[It's not technically Todoroki's fault, but the anger is quick to boil up in him. He starts walking forward, smashing into Todoroki with the bulk of his chest, pushing even the taller boy backward as he goes. A solid brick wall, inescapable. All the way across the room without pause until Todoroki's back meets the blistering cool feel of the sliding glass door of the veranda. Bakugou presses in as heavily as he can.
The notch of the handle gets a few of his fingers, almost like he might open it and let Todoroki just tumble out on the deck. He doesn't. The other hand rises between them, and he hooks it around Todoroki's neck under the jaw, icy and burning on different sides of his palm. He squeezes ever so slightly and stares hard, but his eyes are unfocused. If he wanted, he could probably blow Todoroki's head off the shoulders and through the glass window behind.
And then without giving any rhyme or reason why, he kisses Todoroki hard on the mouth.]