[ Todoroki is still trying to stop the world from spinning when he feels Bakugou's shove to his chest. It's a miracle he doesn't fall again, but it's also not stopping. The force is there, one foot back after the other. ]
B-Bakugou! I'm not in the mood for you-
[ His back suddenly hits the sliding glass door, feels actually nice against his warm back. He leans as far against it as he can, trying to put in some distance between the way Bakugou towers over him.
Todoroki really didn't want to fight, didn't trust his quirk to be used to assist him. He's worried that Bakugou would open the door to the veranda, braces himself for the possibility.
But then Bakugou's hand is there, and Todoroki can't help to look defiantly at the other, a silent challenge if it did involve getting into a physical fight. Naturally though, the sudden hard plant of those lips against his is the farthest thing he expects to happen.
For a few seconds, Todoroki stalls. It's not his first kiss, not even his first drunk kiss. It's still unexpected though, and Todoroki finally just let's himself respond to Bakugou.
Todoroki isn't nearly as rough in response though, yet he's kissing back, in a way that seems unsure or even shy. The buzz of alcohol doesn't help, only makes Todoroki feel further lost in what they're doing. Todoroki settles one hand to grab at Bakugou's muscled arm, nails digging in like before.
It feels nice in a way, over-powering that sends a noticeable shiver down Todoroki's spine. The longer they kiss, the more comfortable Todoroki becomes. He soon begins to kiss back with more confidence, although not as near as how hard Bakugou felt against him. His grip doesn't let up either, like a lifeline to hold onto from this experience. ]
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B-Bakugou! I'm not in the mood for you-
[ His back suddenly hits the sliding glass door, feels actually nice against his warm back. He leans as far against it as he can, trying to put in some distance between the way Bakugou towers over him.
Todoroki really didn't want to fight, didn't trust his quirk to be used to assist him. He's worried that Bakugou would open the door to the veranda, braces himself for the possibility.
But then Bakugou's hand is there, and Todoroki can't help to look defiantly at the other, a silent challenge if it did involve getting into a physical fight. Naturally though, the sudden hard plant of those lips against his is the farthest thing he expects to happen.
For a few seconds, Todoroki stalls. It's not his first kiss, not even his first drunk kiss. It's still unexpected though, and Todoroki finally just let's himself respond to Bakugou.
Todoroki isn't nearly as rough in response though, yet he's kissing back, in a way that seems unsure or even shy. The buzz of alcohol doesn't help, only makes Todoroki feel further lost in what they're doing. Todoroki settles one hand to grab at Bakugou's muscled arm, nails digging in like before.
It feels nice in a way, over-powering that sends a noticeable shiver down Todoroki's spine. The longer they kiss, the more comfortable Todoroki becomes. He soon begins to kiss back with more confidence, although not as near as how hard Bakugou felt against him. His grip doesn't let up either, like a lifeline to hold onto from this experience. ]