[It takes a bit for Bakugou to steady his breathing, to finally lift his head. He rubs one hand over his extremely flushed face, peers down at the pleading other boy.
He's wobbly when he shifts off Todoroki, off the bed and onto his feet, but he manages, takes Todoroki by the left write and drags Todoroki up, too.] Come on. [His voice is hoarse, and he swallows to clear it. The trip to the veranda sliding door is chaotic at best, but they get there, and he draws Todoroki's arm forward and sends the boy out of the door onto the veranda itself as he follows.
The cool air slaps them like a towel, sudden and chilly, even if it gives so much relief. His skin prickles with goosebumps, but he relishes it. Going straight out when they're sweating isn't incredibly smart; he knows it's easy for them to go back in.]
Have at it, fucking matchstick.
[Though not scared, Bakugou stands at the other end of the veranda in case Todoroki expands in a bigger radius. Both forearms fold down on the top of the balcony's high edge so he can take a moment to rest and feel the not-stifling air. Minus any heat Todoroki may bust out for a moment or two.]
[ Silently, Todoroki is thankful for Bakugou's help as the other lifts him off the bed. He almost stumbles, from the stain of his body to the overwhelming sensation of his out of control quirk.
The moment he feels the bitter air, Todoroki reaches for the rails on the veranda, slumping over.
Immediately, fire erupts, the heat dancing against his skin, rising high to the air, wild, almost appears out of control. It burns the alcohol out of his body, as if the liquor had been poison. Todoroki is thankful for it, however, as the pounding heat brought on by the alcohol had been something of a weakness.
A rush of calmness hits Todoroki suddenly, and he quickly extinguishes the fire abruptly.
Todoroki sighs and relaxes, turning his head to finally look back at Bakugou. ]
[He's not looking at Todoroki, almost like he won't. The edges of his face are as angular as ever, but still surprisingly softer than normal. Even out here in the cold air, he glistens over the goosebumps as he sweats profusely because he conditioned his body to do it.
He at least won't be quite as drunk later despite just as hungover in the morning.] If you want pillow talk, you'll have to fuck the nerd instead. [It sounds... like a tease, spoken too gently. The corner of his mouth has pulled back and up.
But when he finally turns to face Todoroki, the only remnants of it are in the red eyes that cut up to the other boy's face.] You can leave. [It actually seems less like a demand and more like an offer, an opening if Todoroki wanted it.]
[ Todoroki chuckles softly, picking up on the teasing. It wasn't like he was that fond of pillow talk himself, nor could he imagine their arms and legs tangled in bed, whispering sweet little nothings. ]
Don't know. Seems like he'll be a little too gentle.
[ Not a particularly bad thing, but Todoroki felt more inclined towards passion and intensity. He also didn't want to step out of boundaries with his friendship towards the other student.
Raising an eyebrow, Todoroki considers the offer from Bakugou. It doesn't take long for him to ponder over it, and instead of answering truthfully, he reciprocates with a question: ]
[The question catches him off guard and it shows for a moment. He's a down-right asswipe ninety percent of the time, but saying yes feels dirty and saying no feels uncomfortably intimate. As if they didn't just get finished having sex.
So naturally, he's got to find a Feelings backdoor to take.] You're not Daddy's perfect little breadwinner anymore. [He levels Todoroki with an unwavering, somewhat hard stare. One that isn't going to back away, one that won't be unnecessarily kind.] It's your fucking life; make your own damn choices.
If you want to stay, then stay. If you want to go, then go.
What the old man doesn't know won't hurt him. [ Not that Todoroki particularly cared if his own father knew what he was doing on U.A. property. ] He still believes Natsuo is the one taking his alcohol.
[ He does feel guilty that Natsuo is blamed for his trouble-making schemes, but Todoroki really couldn't resist stealing the prized alcohol his father keeps on the top shelf. He's positive Natsuo and Fuyumi are aware of what he's getting into, and just deal with their father's wrath. ]
So if I want to stay, what does that all entail? You said no pillow talk, but I might want another kiss, maybe that bottle water and onigiri too.
[ It's more of a playful remark as Todoroki continues to honestly consider to stay or leave. He honestly should help to clear out the air in the room, at the very least. ]
[The troublemaking actually gets a bit of a small grin out of Bakugou. Maybe he had Todoroki pegged a little wrong. There's an exciting streak of rebellion in there somewhere, one he can appreciate, and some sass.]
Greedy bastard. [It doesn't sound as if he minds all that much.] The spicy tuna onigiri are mine. The other two are salmon. [So if Todoroki doesn't care for salmon, tough.]
We'll see about the fucking kisses or whatever.
[It sounds stupid, so he doesn't want to look at Todoroki when he says this!! Instead, he opts to turn and try to weasel back in the veranda door to the room. Which is... a disaster.]
I like to think I deserve it for all the hard work I did.
[ But, the fact that Bakugou isn't kicking him out makes him hide a smile. He does consider teasing the blond that he would eat whichever onigiri he grabs first, but he'll take some amount of pity over his classmate, and leave the spicy tuna alone. Salmon would be fine. ]
You had no problem kissing me earlier, Bakugou.
[ Todoroki follows the other inside, holding open the door further in an effort to keep airing the bedroom. His clothes are his next priority, rather, the boxers. It was a little embarrassing now, despite what they've done tonight.
The room really was a disaster though. The table on the far side of the room, the cups on the floor, bed sheets crumbled up. ]
I'll help you clean this up.
[ He had been an active participant in destroying this room, so it was only fair he assist. ]
[On the other hand, Bakugou's priorities have nothing to do with modesty. He goes straight for the second bag to get one of the water bottles for chugging. Lucky shithead. He wishes he could just burn away the alcohol all in one go. The hangover is going to be real.]
Forget it. Just eat the fucking onigiri, Halfy.
[He wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist, puts the bottle down on the desk. Still nude, he starts from where he is with organizing, circling around the room. The table is put back in the center for Todoroki, and he rubs at the black scuff marks on the floor from the legs of it--they all couldn't be perfect and install fucking tatami--and he runs his fingers along the scorched slivers on the table's edge.
The glasses were stolen, but none of them seem broken. He stacks them together at the corner out of the way; he'll take them back to the commons kitchenette later. The crystal skull he puts on the desk out of the way, feeling ill just touching it, thinking about it.
The condom...
It gets dropped in the small trash can by the desk and out of sight as best as possible.]
[ Out of modesty, Todoroki steps back into his boxers, pulling them up until they rest at his hips. He tries his best not to stare over at Bakugou though, despite how rather intimately comfortable he had become with Bakugou's nude body.
Digging through the bag, Todoroki grabs for the salmon onigiri, unwrapping the snack and taking a generous bite. His stomach is definitely thankful for the meal, as small as it was, after dealing with the poisoning liquor in the last couple of hours. As he eats, Todoroki quietly uses a brush of his icy quirk, to soothe out the temperature of the room.
Curious eyes do slowly return back to the blond, this time to watch him move about in the room, cleaning up their mess. He probably lingers too long though, just as Bakugou tosses away the condom. ]
You know, if you ever want to do it again, all you have to do is ask.
[ The words are probably said a little too casually, however, Todoroki wanted to be honest with Bakugou. Despite the intoxication enabling them into pushing past boundaries they've never done before, Todoroki hadn't minded it, now that his head was fully clear. In fact, he was still savoring the intensity. Although, he'd prefer to not to do it with that same alcohol next time. ]
[Finally, Bakugou gets to his own clothes. The uniform isn't something he wants to put back on, so all that slides up his thighs and hips are the underwear. Everything is sadly underwraps again, but the silhouette is still nice.
For a moment, he cuts a glance over a shoulder at Todoroki, but his look is somewhat unreadable. Maybe considering.
But then he returns to straightening the last bits of the room up, the sheets on the bed, the pillows for the table, the coin, the ball--which he flips underhanded behind his back and lands miraculously into one of the glasses from the kitchenette. It probably makes him more smug as he saunters to the desk with Todoroki for the spicy onigiri.
He actually smirks, but it seems placidly drunk in a way.] Oh yeah?
What happens if I don't ask? Are you going to come lookin' for more of what I've got?
[ It is a little disappointing to have Bakugou fully dressed, but it was probably for the best. Todoroki couldn't blame intoxication on wondering eyes, after all.
He continues to eat up the onigiri, taking smaller bites the more he watches Bakugou clean. It's starting to become a lot cleaner, and not the mess it was minutes before. It's also a little surprising as the ball lands too perfectly in one of the glasses. Todoroki bites back a grin. Show off. He finishes off the last of his onigiri just as Bakugou strolls on over towards the table.
Of course, the response coming from the blond earns a roll of eyes from Todoroki, but a hint of a smile is at his lips. ]
Don't get too cocky. [ Even if Bakugou's confidence was quite appealing. ] But if you ask nice enough, I might suck your cock in the janitor's closet in between classes.
[The onigiri pauses in front of Bakugou's mouth before he can even take a bite. There seems to be some kind of small thrill there in his red eyes--a surprise, but a delight, too.
And then he looks somewhat mischievous, faint grin and all.] Don't make promises you can't keep. [It sounds like a tease.]
I don't gotta ask. All I gotta fucking do is say a little something in your ear, and you'll be in there begging. [And maybe that's another tease. It looks like he's finding it easier to relax, to even smirk. It could be losing inhibitions from the alcohol.]
What a surprise. Naughty fucking Todoroki is thirsty for trouble. Who knew.
[Really, Todoroki shouldn’t stroke his ego like this, unintentional or not. While he doesn’t necessarily peacock, the idea Todoroki is selective feels secure for some reason. It’s not that he’d give much of a damn otherwise, but... like, nice.
With careful ease, he moves closer to Todoroki so they are barely brushing. A tease though not with his words this time. His voice is still husky, but it’s lower, a whisper, like a secret.]
[ Bakugou stepping closer sends a thrill down Todoroki's spine, and he instinctively reaches out to rest his hands against the other's arms. The low, warm voice was so captivating, it's almost hard to believe that Bakugou could become this tempting. ]
Is it really that hard for me to find you attractive?
[ He tries his best to match the suggestive tone, tilting his head in order to whisper them close to Bakugou's ear. ]
Don't let it go to your head, but with you, it doesn't compare to my other partners.
[Too late. His ego rolls and boils with validation, and goosebumps prickle his arms from the sensation of Todoroki's words by his ear. He hates it, how easy it is to make him just slightly hard by saying something that seems so simple.
It's nothing to act on, he's too tired, and drunk, and raw, but it's there in a way to show a kind of appreciation. Moldability. He throws his weight around all the time, yet it's easy to bend him when Todoroki knows what to say or do.]
Sounds like you need to find better fuckbuddies.
[He should really leave it at that. But he's too prideful. He wants to know how low or high the bar is in comparison. Being the best is great; however, that all depends on the line-up he's standing in front of, of course.]
[ Todoroki doesn't pull away, notices Bakugou doesn't either. He really shouldn't stroke the blond's pride too much, he knows this fairly well, yet the words are rolling off his tongue as Todoroki speaks honestly. ]
It's a lengthy progress. I do more than just drink and fuck in the same night. [ Bakugou was a special case, of course.
Honestly, he feels both surprised and intrigued that the blond was interested in his previous partners. Todoroki considers teasing or taunting Bakugou over the matter, but he takes pity on his classmate, and really, Todoroki didn't mind revealing the details. ]
[An exasperated, mildly amused, airy breath of a laugh huffs out of him suddenly. The grin returns; he's smug.] Tapearms and Pikachu. Man. [There's a hint of a teasing glint in his eye when he pulls back just enough to look Todoroki in the face.]
Yeah, you're gonna have to find better fuckbuddies.
[The edges of his lips stay curled.] What does that fucking say about you? You're into what--bondage and electrocution? That's some pretty fucked up shit, Todoroki. Now me, the best: someone who could blow your head off in an instant?
You've been holding back on everyone this whole time. You're a freak.
You're getting awfully confident there, Bakugou. Didn't I tell you not to let it go to your head? [ Todoroki idly wonders if revealing the names of his partners was a bad idea. He's sure Kaminari has told another about their roll in the sheets, and Sero had been tempted to do so. They weren't exclusive, so this wasn't exactly hush-hush.
Bringing his hands up, Todoroki comes to rest his fingertips at Bakugou's jawline, just the hint of coldness to his touch. ]
They're both actually gentle lovers. But being tied down or little shocks would make for an interesting night. I do recall someone was using his explosions quite a bit, though.
[ With a hidden smile, Todoroki leans forward and nips at the opposite side of the blond's jaw. ]
I just like to have fun in the bedroom. Is that so bad?
[The cold fingers soothe his hot skin, and he tips his face into them, but it's the nip he reluctantly turns a bit away from. Not because he has a distaste for Todoroki's mouthy teasings; in fact, it makes his dick throb a bit. But there's no use in letting his body get him hard again when it won't amount to anything except a long, dull ache.]
Can it, Halfy. [Bakugou actually doesn't sound at all disappointed or turned-off.] It's even more fucked up you call ringing death's doorbell "fun."
I thought you didn't want the soft, pillow-talking lays. [His head tilts.] You not into the girls?
[ Todoroki doesn't push his luck with the teasing, taking a step back, to lean against the desk. ]
I'm not looking to be choked or electrocuted by those two, nor am I interested in you scarring my body with your quirk. [ One burning scar was enough. ] So I wouldn't call it 'ringing death's doorbell'.
[ Half turning, Todoroki digs through the bag, to grab for the other water bottle Bakugou offered earlier. ]
Even if I don't have a preference to gentle lovers, doesn't mean I can't appreciate their efforts. [ He idly thinks of their female classmates, a few coming to mind. ] Yaoyorozu and Ashido are interesting. I haven't slept with any of them, but Ashido has been adamant about it.
[For as long as Todoroki answers, Bakugou devours the spicy onigiri. He eats much like he chops vegetables or goes at other things in his life, like climaxing: full-on and rather quick. It's less he doesn't chew (sort of) and more he simply takes huge bites.
But it's finished at least and, despite having chugged so much vodka, he feels a little better for it.] None of your "preferences" clear your name from being a freak, you know.
Acid and a chick that can fucking make a strap on to ride your ass with? [Bakugou's headshake comes with the hint of a smirk.] Doesn't fucking surprise me. All the girls think you're hot shit.
[There's some time where he lets Todoroki drink from the water bottle if the boy is gonna, but then he reaches out to pluck it right out of Todoroki's hand to take a swallow from it, too. He has his own, but this one is closer.]
Half the guys want to fuck your brains out, too. The class pretty boy.
[ Todoroki opens the bottle of water, taking a sip while trying not to roll his eyes toward Bakugou's amusement at his preferences. ]
I don't understand why the girls would think that.
[ Pretty face and hot shit? Definitely not how Todoroki would compliment himself. But it's not the first time he's heard someone refer to him as such.
Having his water stolen earns a soft sigh, but he's not complaining further. He waits for Bakugou to take his chug and swallow before reaching back for it. ]
For wanting to 'fuck my brains out', they're pretty quiet about it, since only two have asked me out.
[Geez. Todoroki really is a shut-in. It’s... enlightening? to see how much casual, common knowledge he takes for granted. How social structure works among all of them, having crushes, finding people attractive. Or maybe he’s just full enough of himself to accept most of the praise coming his way.
Except the girls generally regard him as average at best, and he’s sure he knows why.] It’s because they’re scared of you, idiot. [Which nay not sit well with Todoroki, but Bakugou doesn’t fully get the faux pas of telling Shouto Todoroki about being feared.]
If they think they’re shit compared to you, then they don’t think they have a chance. So they don’t even try. Why would one of the highest ranked shitheads in the class, Endeavor’s son want anything to do with them?
Get use to it. It’ll be lonely at the fucking top.
[And that’s why he’s average at best. A shitty attitude used to keep him a step ahead and fear.]
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He's wobbly when he shifts off Todoroki, off the bed and onto his feet, but he manages, takes Todoroki by the left write and drags Todoroki up, too.] Come on. [His voice is hoarse, and he swallows to clear it. The trip to the veranda sliding door is chaotic at best, but they get there, and he draws Todoroki's arm forward and sends the boy out of the door onto the veranda itself as he follows.
The cool air slaps them like a towel, sudden and chilly, even if it gives so much relief. His skin prickles with goosebumps, but he relishes it. Going straight out when they're sweating isn't incredibly smart; he knows it's easy for them to go back in.]
Have at it, fucking matchstick.
[Though not scared, Bakugou stands at the other end of the veranda in case Todoroki expands in a bigger radius. Both forearms fold down on the top of the balcony's high edge so he can take a moment to rest and feel the not-stifling air. Minus any heat Todoroki may bust out for a moment or two.]
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The moment he feels the bitter air, Todoroki reaches for the rails on the veranda, slumping over.
Immediately, fire erupts, the heat dancing against his skin, rising high to the air, wild, almost appears out of control. It burns the alcohol out of his body, as if the liquor had been poison. Todoroki is thankful for it, however, as the pounding heat brought on by the alcohol had been something of a weakness.
A rush of calmness hits Todoroki suddenly, and he quickly extinguishes the fire abruptly.
Todoroki sighs and relaxes, turning his head to finally look back at Bakugou. ]
Thank you, Katsuki.
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He at least won't be quite as drunk later despite just as hungover in the morning.] If you want pillow talk, you'll have to fuck the nerd instead. [It sounds... like a tease, spoken too gently. The corner of his mouth has pulled back and up.
But when he finally turns to face Todoroki, the only remnants of it are in the red eyes that cut up to the other boy's face.] You can leave. [It actually seems less like a demand and more like an offer, an opening if Todoroki wanted it.]
I've gotta clean my fucking room.
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Don't know. Seems like he'll be a little too gentle.
[ Not a particularly bad thing, but Todoroki felt more inclined towards passion and intensity. He also didn't want to step out of boundaries with his friendship towards the other student.
Raising an eyebrow, Todoroki considers the offer from Bakugou. It doesn't take long for him to ponder over it, and instead of answering truthfully, he reciprocates with a question: ]
Do you want me to leave?
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So naturally, he's got to find a Feelings backdoor to take.] You're not Daddy's perfect little breadwinner anymore. [He levels Todoroki with an unwavering, somewhat hard stare. One that isn't going to back away, one that won't be unnecessarily kind.] It's your fucking life; make your own damn choices.
If you want to stay, then stay. If you want to go, then go.
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[ He does feel guilty that Natsuo is blamed for his trouble-making schemes, but Todoroki really couldn't resist stealing the prized alcohol his father keeps on the top shelf. He's positive Natsuo and Fuyumi are aware of what he's getting into, and just deal with their father's wrath. ]
So if I want to stay, what does that all entail? You said no pillow talk, but I might want another kiss, maybe that bottle water and onigiri too.
[ It's more of a playful remark as Todoroki continues to honestly consider to stay or leave. He honestly should help to clear out the air in the room, at the very least. ]
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[The troublemaking actually gets a bit of a small grin out of Bakugou. Maybe he had Todoroki pegged a little wrong. There's an exciting streak of rebellion in there somewhere, one he can appreciate, and some sass.]
Greedy bastard. [It doesn't sound as if he minds all that much.] The spicy tuna onigiri are mine. The other two are salmon. [So if Todoroki doesn't care for salmon, tough.]
We'll see about the fucking kisses or whatever.
[It sounds stupid, so he doesn't want to look at Todoroki when he says this!! Instead, he opts to turn and try to weasel back in the veranda door to the room. Which is... a disaster.]
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[ But, the fact that Bakugou isn't kicking him out makes him hide a smile. He does consider teasing the blond that he would eat whichever onigiri he grabs first, but he'll take some amount of pity over his classmate, and leave the spicy tuna alone. Salmon would be fine. ]
You had no problem kissing me earlier, Bakugou.
[ Todoroki follows the other inside, holding open the door further in an effort to keep airing the bedroom. His clothes are his next priority, rather, the boxers. It was a little embarrassing now, despite what they've done tonight.
The room really was a disaster though. The table on the far side of the room, the cups on the floor, bed sheets crumbled up. ]
I'll help you clean this up.
[ He had been an active participant in destroying this room, so it was only fair he assist. ]
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[On the other hand, Bakugou's priorities have nothing to do with modesty. He goes straight for the second bag to get one of the water bottles for chugging. Lucky shithead. He wishes he could just burn away the alcohol all in one go. The hangover is going to be real.]
Forget it. Just eat the fucking onigiri, Halfy.
[He wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist, puts the bottle down on the desk. Still nude, he starts from where he is with organizing, circling around the room. The table is put back in the center for Todoroki, and he rubs at the black scuff marks on the floor from the legs of it--they all couldn't be perfect and install fucking tatami--and he runs his fingers along the scorched slivers on the table's edge.
The glasses were stolen, but none of them seem broken. He stacks them together at the corner out of the way; he'll take them back to the commons kitchenette later. The crystal skull he puts on the desk out of the way, feeling ill just touching it, thinking about it.
The condom...
It gets dropped in the small trash can by the desk and out of sight as best as possible.]
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Digging through the bag, Todoroki grabs for the salmon onigiri, unwrapping the snack and taking a generous bite. His stomach is definitely thankful for the meal, as small as it was, after dealing with the poisoning liquor in the last couple of hours. As he eats, Todoroki quietly uses a brush of his icy quirk, to soothe out the temperature of the room.
Curious eyes do slowly return back to the blond, this time to watch him move about in the room, cleaning up their mess. He probably lingers too long though, just as Bakugou tosses away the condom. ]
You know, if you ever want to do it again, all you have to do is ask.
[ The words are probably said a little too casually, however, Todoroki wanted to be honest with Bakugou. Despite the intoxication enabling them into pushing past boundaries they've never done before, Todoroki hadn't minded it, now that his head was fully clear. In fact, he was still savoring the intensity. Although, he'd prefer to not to do it with that same alcohol next time. ]
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For a moment, he cuts a glance over a shoulder at Todoroki, but his look is somewhat unreadable. Maybe considering.
But then he returns to straightening the last bits of the room up, the sheets on the bed, the pillows for the table, the coin, the ball--which he flips underhanded behind his back and lands miraculously into one of the glasses from the kitchenette. It probably makes him more smug as he saunters to the desk with Todoroki for the spicy onigiri.
He actually smirks, but it seems placidly drunk in a way.] Oh yeah?
What happens if I don't ask? Are you going to come lookin' for more of what I've got?
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He continues to eat up the onigiri, taking smaller bites the more he watches Bakugou clean. It's starting to become a lot cleaner, and not the mess it was minutes before. It's also a little surprising as the ball lands too perfectly in one of the glasses. Todoroki bites back a grin. Show off. He finishes off the last of his onigiri just as Bakugou strolls on over towards the table.
Of course, the response coming from the blond earns a roll of eyes from Todoroki, but a hint of a smile is at his lips. ]
Don't get too cocky. [ Even if Bakugou's confidence was quite appealing. ] But if you ask nice enough, I might suck your cock in the janitor's closet in between classes.
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And then he looks somewhat mischievous, faint grin and all.] Don't make promises you can't keep. [It sounds like a tease.]
I don't gotta ask. All I gotta fucking do is say a little something in your ear, and you'll be in there begging. [And maybe that's another tease. It looks like he's finding it easier to relax, to even smirk. It could be losing inhibitions from the alcohol.]
What a surprise. Naughty fucking Todoroki is thirsty for trouble. Who knew.
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I don't know, Bakugou. I don't just beg for anyone. [ Never mind how much of that he did earlier.
Noticing the blond relax, helps Todoroki to do the same. While he wasn't all that tense, he still had felt a little cautious. ]
Don't go exploiting my bad reputation. The offer is only for you.
[ Todoroki remarks teasingly, yet completely honest. He hadn't made the same deal with his previous partners. ]
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With careful ease, he moves closer to Todoroki so they are barely brushing. A tease though not with his words this time. His voice is still husky, but it’s lower, a whisper, like a secret.]
Why am I such a special fucking case?
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Is it really that hard for me to find you attractive?
[ He tries his best to match the suggestive tone, tilting his head in order to whisper them close to Bakugou's ear. ]
Don't let it go to your head, but with you, it doesn't compare to my other partners.
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It's nothing to act on, he's too tired, and drunk, and raw, but it's there in a way to show a kind of appreciation. Moldability. He throws his weight around all the time, yet it's easy to bend him when Todoroki knows what to say or do.]
Sounds like you need to find better fuckbuddies.
[He should really leave it at that. But he's too prideful. He wants to know how low or high the bar is in comparison. Being the best is great; however, that all depends on the line-up he's standing in front of, of course.]
Who's the other people?
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It's a lengthy progress. I do more than just drink and fuck in the same night. [ Bakugou was a special case, of course.
Honestly, he feels both surprised and intrigued that the blond was interested in his previous partners. Todoroki considers teasing or taunting Bakugou over the matter, but he takes pity on his classmate, and really, Todoroki didn't mind revealing the details. ]
Sero and Kaminari.
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Yeah, you're gonna have to find better fuckbuddies.
[The edges of his lips stay curled.] What does that fucking say about you? You're into what--bondage and electrocution? That's some pretty fucked up shit, Todoroki. Now me, the best: someone who could blow your head off in an instant?
You've been holding back on everyone this whole time. You're a freak.
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Bringing his hands up, Todoroki comes to rest his fingertips at Bakugou's jawline, just the hint of coldness to his touch. ]
They're both actually gentle lovers. But being tied down or little shocks would make for an interesting night. I do recall someone was using his explosions quite a bit, though.
[ With a hidden smile, Todoroki leans forward and nips at the opposite side of the blond's jaw. ]
I just like to have fun in the bedroom. Is that so bad?
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Can it, Halfy. [Bakugou actually doesn't sound at all disappointed or turned-off.] It's even more fucked up you call ringing death's doorbell "fun."
I thought you didn't want the soft, pillow-talking lays. [His head tilts.] You not into the girls?
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I'm not looking to be choked or electrocuted by those two, nor am I interested in you scarring my body with your quirk. [ One burning scar was enough. ] So I wouldn't call it 'ringing death's doorbell'.
[ Half turning, Todoroki digs through the bag, to grab for the other water bottle Bakugou offered earlier. ]
Even if I don't have a preference to gentle lovers, doesn't mean I can't appreciate their efforts. [ He idly thinks of their female classmates, a few coming to mind. ] Yaoyorozu and Ashido are interesting. I haven't slept with any of them, but Ashido has been adamant about it.
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But it's finished at least and, despite having chugged so much vodka, he feels a little better for it.] None of your "preferences" clear your name from being a freak, you know.
Acid and a chick that can fucking make a strap on to ride your ass with? [Bakugou's headshake comes with the hint of a smirk.] Doesn't fucking surprise me. All the girls think you're hot shit.
[There's some time where he lets Todoroki drink from the water bottle if the boy is gonna, but then he reaches out to pluck it right out of Todoroki's hand to take a swallow from it, too. He has his own, but this one is closer.]
Half the guys want to fuck your brains out, too. The class pretty boy.
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I don't understand why the girls would think that.
[ Pretty face and hot shit? Definitely not how Todoroki would compliment himself. But it's not the first time he's heard someone refer to him as such.
Having his water stolen earns a soft sigh, but he's not complaining further. He waits for Bakugou to take his chug and swallow before reaching back for it. ]
For wanting to 'fuck my brains out', they're pretty quiet about it, since only two have asked me out.
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Except the girls generally regard him as average at best, and he’s sure he knows why.] It’s because they’re scared of you, idiot. [Which nay not sit well with Todoroki, but Bakugou doesn’t fully get the faux pas of telling Shouto Todoroki about being feared.]
If they think they’re shit compared to you, then they don’t think they have a chance. So they don’t even try. Why would one of the highest ranked shitheads in the class, Endeavor’s son want anything to do with them?
Get use to it. It’ll be lonely at the fucking top.
[And that’s why he’s average at best. A shitty attitude used to keep him a step ahead and fear.]
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Fuuuck my finger slipped and sent this too early
HAHA it's ok!
Lmao I was too eager
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