[ The response earns a quiet chuckle from Todoroki. He also likes the determination of the other. He's always had a goal to focus on, but since coming to U.A. and meeting his classmates, it's been a thrill of friendly rivalry and breaking traditions. ]
Shouldn't that be my line? I won't let you take any victories so easily, Katsuki.
[ It's a little strange, but Todoroki almost misses the close heat of Bakugou's body from him stepping away. He decides not to ponder over it too much, and instead, grabs the empty water bottle as well as the bottle Bakugou had previously been drinking from. ]
Finish drinking this. It might make your hangover tomorrow a little more bearable. [ He holds out the half filled bottle towards the blond. ] I'll fill them up for you when you're done.
[ It would give Todoroki a chance to splash some cold water on his face. ]
[Honestly, he hates the itching thrill he keeps getting from hearing Todoroki call him so casually. Maybe because the conditioning is that Todoroki kept using it during the heat of the moment, so when he hears it now, that's almost all he can think about.
Getting him turned on just by saying his name. He hates it.
Todoroki gets a little grunt.] I'm gonna be fucking pissing all night. [But he takes the water bottle anyway so he can stand there and chug the rest of it without stopping for air.]
Are you staying? The night. [His red eyes don't leave Todoroki's face, almost like he's waiting for some kind of small change in expression. Like he's waiting to be--disappointed?] I wanna fucking go to bed, but I need to shower off.
[That means staggering to the baths quietly. Ughhhh.]
[ Honestly, Todoroki enjoys calling Bakugou by his name, but that's probably because he had felt so aroused hearing his own name at the blond's lips. He had to admit, he also enjoyed saying it too.
Maybe he hoped it would get a verbal reaction out of Bakugou. ]
You'll be fine.
[ The question almost catches him off guard. He hasn't consider it, staying the night. He thinks about it, before hiding a smile. ]
Sure. I don't mind. [ He's hiding the fact that he wouldn't mind sleeping with the other. ]
[It's fine. What Bakugou lacked in his stupor about the exasperation of his first name, he more than makes up for when Todoroki talks about washing "him" off.
Hilariously, and never before seen more than likely, Bakugou flushes from his neck up into his cheeks. He won't look Todoroki in the face anymore; instead, he mutters, shoves the water bottle down, and quickly starts moving across the room.]
Hurry the hell up then.
[In one of the drawers below the bed, he digs out two folded towels.] None of those other fuckers should be up. [He's not worried about wandering out in just his underwear, not even at the prospect of girls. (Let them look?) Todoroki gets one of the towels shoved toward, and Bakugou finally manages to meet the boy's eyes again.]
Don't fucking ruin my towel, Halfy. [The only comfort making up for the threat is the fact the towel smells distinctly like him; clean and spicy.] Let's go.
[To free up his hands, he puts his own towel around his neck and opens the door a crack to peer down one side of the hall. It's quiet, dim. No light pools out from under Kirishima's door.] Stupid Hair's asleep. Six Arms, too. [He jerks his head for Todoroki to follow, opening the door wider and stepping out.]
[ The flush of red suited Bakugou, Todoroki thought idly. He even considered teasing the blond, but resisted the urge, less he find himself kicked out of the room. Instead, he looks away himself to hide away the small smile.
Unlike Bakugou, Todoroki does gather up his clothes, but he's not dressing yet. For now, he hopes no one is awake, shouldn't be, considering how late it was.
Todoroki takes the offered towel. It's really hard not to just breathe the smell of Bakugou in. ]
I won't. [ It helped that with the alcohol out of his system his quirk was under control.
Todoroki comes up behind the blond, following him out the door. To his relief, it does appear that with the dim lights and quiet atmosphere, their classmates were sleeping. He takes the chance to lead them towards the bathrooms, a little hurriedly, but still quiet. It wasn't exactly a walk of shame, but it sure felt like one.
Once at the showers, Todoroki slips inside, flicking the light on while his foot keeps the door nudged open for Bakugou. ]
[Before following out and down the hall, Bakugou turns off the light. He doesn’t rush even with Todoroki’s hurry, but his strides don’t keep him far behind. His hand takes the held door, and he eases in as quietly as he had eased out of his own, making sure not to let anything slam.] Hey, [His voice is a low whisper.] why can’t you ever fucking walk behind me, jackass? [He wants to, like, be leader. But whatever! They’re going, fine.]
Fuck yeah.
[Just seeing the bath is a relief. Cool and clean and begging for use. Bakugou dumps his towel on the bench just inside the door then, without any of the previous blush, climbs out of his underwear to add it to the pile. The room is open to them fully, so he haphazardly picks one of the showers and stands fearlessly in front of the spray when he turns it on
Ice cold at first hit, but feels delicious despite his hiss. He bows his head and blasts it a few seconds, straightening back up and giving it a momentary wild shake. Naturally, even damp, it spikes right back out along the ends.]
Because you'll need to get accustomed to staring at my back when I'm number one.
[ Todoroki teases, stepping further into the room now and locating a spot to rest his supplies on the bench. Clothes are placed first, along with his boxers that he squirms out of, before the towel is rested next.
His eyes naturally glance over to the bath, where, traditionally, he would start first, but he also didn't want to hold up any more time, nor make it awkward to ask the blond to wait for him. Besides, a fast, quick shower, that's all he needed to clean up Bakugou's mess off his body, as well as the heat and sweat. ]
Shower. I'll soak tomorrow.
[ Todoroki chooses a shower near Bakugou, not purposely or anything, just instinctively, and turns the water on. It's bitingly cold, but he heats his body naturally, until it begins to warm up. Unlike the spikes of Bakugou's hair, Todoroki's hair stick to his face, so he combs both red and white strands back, closes his eyes, and lets the water begin to clean his face. Despite how hot he felt earlier, the warm water feels rather nice on his skin, and helps to alleviate the ache in his body. ]
[In the end, Bakugou wouldn’t wait, but he might have soaked too. Well, he’d just end up passing out more than likely if he got comfortable, so it’s better this way. The shower is quick, and he’s tired.
Again, he ducks his head under the spray, keeping it there, letting the lukewarm water pelt him. It does feel good. At least, the temperature and steady pressure on sore muscles do. The scratches down the front of his chest and stomach, though, sting mildly. He leans back and glances down, touching the edge of one of the red, angry lines with a few fingers.
He’s not even mad. At the time, it had been exciting.
He drops his hand, cutting a slow look over at Todoroki. The glance is sneaky, but the stare is bold and not hidden. He watches Todoroki under the water with a strange fascination. Maybe making up for the time he didn’t take to do much of it back in the room.]
[ Todoroki basks in the heated spray, keeps his head tilted so the water hits his face and neck. After he allows himself a little time to enjoy it, Todoroki raises up his hands to rub at his face softly, cleansing his skin just enough. He shakes his head a bit, combing back the bangs once more, before he finally allows himself to open his eyes.
The remainder of his body is washed slower, starting to relax again in the water. It would be a pain to get out, it always was, but at the very least, he could heat up his own body so that the cold air never bites into his skin later on.
He can't help but wonder, how Bakugou's quirk mixes with water itself. Would it be a weakness, or not affect the other? He considers asking, for curiosity sake, and peers out the corner of his eye towards Bakugou, when he finds those eyes already on him.
Todoroki immediately looks away, a hint of a red flush creeping to his face. Bakugou had been almost unabashed in the way he watches, and it shouldn't, but it sends a rush of a thrill down Todoroki's spine. ]
Do you want to go again, Katsuki?
[ He teases as a means to hide from his embarrassment. He's not even sure if the blond could go again, not after he had commented about being tired earlier. ]
[As loud as he usually is, it's surprisingly he can move as quietly as he does, closing the distance from here to there. But the waters running from both showers, and Todoroki is looking away for a moment, and his feet are bare.
His voice is low in depth but not in loudness when it ends up near Todoroki's shoulder and ear.] Nah. [He waits for when Todoroki inevitably turns around,
and then he tucks himself under the water and close, a wolfish smirk curving his mouth.] Just getting a good damn look at my supposed rank one prize. [One of his hands captures one of the other boy's wrists, not squeezing, but holding, a refusal to let Todoroki flee the lack of personal space. The opposite hand's calloused palm brushes up Todoroki's side.]
We can fuck in here if you want. Tomorrow, the next day. I'll kill you in here. At night when the other shits have gone to bed. [His lips grin still when he drops them to Todoroki's right shoulder, his breath warm.] Then you can think about me every time you come in here to fucking wash.
[It's like drinking ice water in way, curling his tongue out to run it quickly over the dip above Todoroki's collar on the cool skin.]
[ Suddenly hearing Bakugou so close has Todoroki tense up, and he shifts around, amazed at how quiet the loud and emphatic blond sneaked up on him. ] You were looking so shamelessly.
[ He glances down to his captured wrist, decides not to free it. It's a little tense to have his personal space invaded by Bakugou, but Todoroki finds himself also liking it in a way. Of course, he had no intentions of admitting that out loud to his classmate.
As he listens to Bakugou speak and press those lips to his collarbone, Todoroki tilts his head, trying to get more attention. It's warm, sends a shiver that makes him moan softly.
Todoroki suddenly turns fully, so his back presses against the wall of the shower, and tugs the blond forward towards him. He raises up his free hand next, to brush through the wet, spiked locks of hair. Silently, he's amazed at how the spikes remain in that manner, if any amount of adapting could ever change the way they retain their look. ]
Such pretty promises. I'll hold you up to your word. [ He says softly, before his fingers grip hard into Bakugou's locks and pull him closer. ]
[The only reason he releases the wrist is so he can put both palms against the wall under Todoroki's arms, slide them up beneath the shoulder blades.
He really doesn't need to get riled up, not this late, not this tired, but the closeness, the taunting, the manhandling. A quiet, pleasant moan edges out as he tucks himself flush against Todoroki's front, and he's half hard and exhausted from being so horny so much in such a short space of time.]
I'll think about you whenever the hell I want and wherever the hell I want.
[But it'll be here. And in his room. And walking down the hall past the other boy's door. And when his eyes see red and white in class. And when he looks over one of Kirishima's shoulders and sees Todoroki looking back at him in the distance.
The fact he settles his face in the wet slope of Todoroki's cool neck is sweet... until several long seconds pass and he suddenly takes a frisky, rude bite into the reddened flesh, and his lips close around it to suck an ugly bruise into the skin.]
[ With a now free hand available, Todoroki places it over Bakugou's chest, fingernails raking down slowly. Honestly, he's trying not to rile up the blond, understands that he's spent, tired, it's late--but Todoroki also can't resist taunting him either. Bakugou would look a lot better with more marks, anyway. ]
I'm sure you'll think of me more than you like, number one.
[ Just like Todoroki is positive his mind will be a constant reminder of Bakugou. Not that he truly minds, if Todoroki was being seriously with himself. The blond was an enigma, and he was curious over Bakugou. Although, focusing more on their sexual activities would prove problematic if it came at the worst of times, like during class, or training out in the field.
Cautiously, Todoroki watches his classmate settled closer. He finds that he doesn't mind, even relaxes the hand in the blond hair. Naturally, he doesn't expect the sharp latch of teeth so suddenly against his skin. ]
Katsuki! [ Todoroki snaps, both tugging hard again on Bakugou's hair while his nails dig into the other's chest. It's painful, the bite Bakugou had so graciously surprised him with, and Todoroki can't help but wonder if it would leave a mark. Probably, with the way Bakugou sucks over his skin.
In retaliation, he sneaks a leg forward, to grind his knee against Bakugou's half-hard cock. ]
If you were going to leave a mark, you should have placed it somewhere less visible. [ Never mind the fact that he left his own marks in visible areas on Bakugou's body. ]
[The edge to his name puts an electric current up his spine, but it's the knee between his legs that gets him to exhale a moan, long and low over the skin worried between this teeth. His fingers curl into the tile as his head his pulled back, and Todoroki manages to rip him away from the skin for now.]
I'll mark wherever the hell I wanna.
[He pulls forward and bites again, gentler this time but no less a warning. Once. To match the additional scratches he gets on his chest.] What're you gonna fucking say when someone asks about? [The bit of grin returns as he lifts his head up and flashes Todoroki his red eyes.
He slides a hand down and shoves at Todoroki's knee to get it from between his legs, to stop it from teasing him. Even though he asks a question, he doesn't give Todoroki any time to really answer.
Hungrily, he crushes his mouth against Todoroki's and relishes what making out he can before realizing his bottom lip hurts where Todoroki bit him before. He returns the favor, as is natural, biting Todoroki sharp and quick on the lip. When he draws back, he puts a heavy palm in the middle of the other boy's chest and keeps Todoroki pinned to the wall.]
Cut it the fuck out. I don't wanna be hard again, you bastard.
[ The gentler bite is soothing, and Todoroki has to chew on his lip to avoid any strange sounds from leaving his mouth. He does send the blond a pointed look for the second bite. He's not even sure what he plans to tell anyone who's curious or daring enough to ask about the marks. Maybe lie is the route he'll go.
He could always say he got them in a scuffle or training exercise.
Not that he even gets a chance to answer the blond, between Bakugou pushing aside his knee and crashing his lips down. Todoroki doesn't fight it, however, returning the kiss in the same passion, until the snap of teeth bite onto his bottom lip. He can taste blood when Bakugou pulls away, and absentmindedly, he licks over the bite with a harmless glare towards the blond. ]
You were the one who sauntered over here, Katsuki.
[ Might as well call out the other, even if Todoroki had purposely went out of his way to provoke Bakugou. ]
And you're already about halfway there. [ Him too, but that's all due to Bakugou's bites and intense attitude. ]
[Todoroki isn’t wrong. Horse playing around with someone worth a damn keeps getting him mostly hard, as much as he loathes it. Fighting almost does the same thing. It’s a wonder he doesn’t perpetually have a hard dick ninety percent of the time. It’s hell being intense snd reveling in intensity.
Slowly, he’s drawn back in again, sliding his hand up to cup Todoroki’s throat without squeezing, a simple hook of his fingers. He smooths his raw lips over the line of Todoroki’s jaw, the hot side this time, the spicy one he has an affinity for enjoying.]
Tomorrow night. I’ll fuck you through the side of the bath. If you don’t show up, I’ll know you’re a fucking coward.
[He thinks he knows Todoroki will show without the threat, unless dire circumstances arise. Bakugou pulls away completely then, though not without a small, smug grin. He drifts again to his own shower with his half hardness, turns off the water after passing through it once.
Todoroki gets a somewhat coy look over a broad, rounded shoulder before he moves toward the bench with the towels.]
[ Todoroki knows he's more than right when that response Bakugou gives him. He kind of likes it though, the rowdiness. There was nothing gentle or soft about how Bakugou presents himself. (Of course, Todoroki wondered idly if his classmate was capable of tame lovemaking.)
The moment those fingers are near his throat, Todoroki haughtily lifts his head up to meet Bakugou's gaze, both tempted to fuel the rage and thrilled to have it so dangerous close. It feels more than tantalizing to have those lips kissing up his jawline, and Todoroki knows he wants more, but the promise Bakugou gives for later is far more exciting. ]
I'll show up. So make due on your word.
[ He's determined to meet Bakugou the next night. He has to idly ever why the blond has this much of a hold on him with sex alone. Perhaps because he likes the challenge.
Todoroki chews on the inside of his mouth when Bakugou pulls away. He shoves away the urges that boil inside of him, and moves to turn off the shower. The water was becoming cold anyway.
He barely catches the coy look from Bakugou, but both that and the name slip is enough to get his face heated up. Wordlessly, Todoroki follows, trying to calm the redness and reaching for his towel. He only dries himself lightly before utilizing his quirk to heat up the remainder of his skin.
After that, Todoroki begins to dress. ]
[ooc;; wanted to let you know that I'm traveling for the next two weeks, so my tags might be sporadic]
[ooc; no worries!! take your time! and also enjoy(??) your traveling!]
[Likewise, Bakugou doesn't exactly dry off completely, but less because he has a cheating quirk that helps and more he enjoys the feel of the chill with the damp skin. Refreshing, especially when he's usually burning out so much heat and sweating.
To no one's surprise, the only thing Bakugou does is gather up all of his shit in his arms and wait for Todoroki to finish getting dressed. He can be patient for that long at least.
And then... he just promptly goes back out of the door as naked as the day he was born.]
Come on, Red Hot.
[He doesn't at all seem bothered sneaking out of the baths with none of his parts covered, not this late, and, again, even if anyone happened to see him... would he really care? Not exactly. Even the fact he's walking along and Todoroki, on the wrong floor completely, is following behind them. He'll tell them to mind their own fucking business.
Todoroki can chalk it up to getting a good view of his ass as he leads them down the hall to his room. It seems they get there without any drama.
But there's a laugh further down and hall while they're at the door, and he cuts a look at Todoroki. He doesn't want to get run over, so he holds his door open so Todoroki can shoot inside first, and he'll follow after.]
[ooc;; thanks! The plane was a nightmare tho tbh lmao.]
[Bakugou standing stark naked is no surprise, and Todoroki forces himself to not stare as he dresses. He fully dress, boxers, sweater, and pants. It's more of a precaution, in case they run into anyone. Besides, until the following day, he had no reason to undress himself. ]
I'm coming.
[ After, Todoroki falls silent as he follows behind Bakugou, only allowing his eyes to drift toward Bakugou every now and then. Thankfully, no one remains awake, at least, until they get closer to Bakugou's room, and the sudden laughter ringing in the halls is there.
Worried eyes look over to the blond, before quickly making his way into the offered room. It's not that he's exactly anxious about being caught with Bakugou, just that he's still new to this. It didn't help that Bakugou was stark naked.
Once inside the room, Todoroki looks around for a spot to place the towel he had used. ]
[Once inside the room, Bakugou thankfully goes to rummage around in his drawers for a clean pair of underwear rather than strut around naked the entire time. It's a blessing and a curse. A lack of intimate eye candy, but refreshing amount of decency.]
Give it here. [Reaching out, he takes the towel from Todoroki and goes to the closet to retrieve the hanger carousel from inside. Out on the veranda, he hangs it on a hook over the door on one side, then pins his own and Todoroki's towel to it.
It won't draw much attention from neighboring verandas at least, not when he's Bakugou and he sweats ninety-nine percent of the time.
The sliding door closes when he comes back in, the room having been aired out and refreshed while they bathed. He turns on the lamp by the bed, then goes to turn off the overhead light of the room. The dimness feels a lot better on his swimmy head.]
You can watch TV or whatever. I don't give a shit as long as it's not too fucking loud. I'm getting in bed.
[ooc;; it was sooo long lol I'm not looking forward to the return trip home]
[ Todoroki watches idly as Bakugou moves about, dressing and taking the towels to hang them up. Thankfully, the room is cooler now, probably might get cooler throughout the night from the way Todoroki's breathes coldly from his quirk when he sleeps. It's never enough to create ice or be freezing, just cold enough to act as a sort of AC unit.
Not that Todoroki intends to explain that to Bakugou. He'd let the blond handle it on his own. ]
I don't need to watch anything. [ After the night's events, he was pretty tired himself. ] I can go to sleep.
[ For a brief second, he eyes Bakugou's bed. It's already been agreed that Todoroki was staying the night. It goes without saying, with no extra room in mind, he'd be sharing a bed with Bakugou. That's what he assumes anyway. Still, it's a little awkward. He doesn't want to seem too pushy, but also doesn't want to agitate the blond at the moment. (Maybe later.)
Eventually, he decides to come closer to the bed, glancing idly towards Bakugou. ]
[The awkwardness of sleeping arrangements isn't lost on Bakugou. Having someone else hogging his bed isn't exactly something he's use to or something he's ever begging for, honestly. As loud and obnoxious and brash as he is, he's really an introvert.
Being very social for very long tires him out. He needs space, alone time, peace and quiet to recharge. Even if he's in the same room as someone else, there should be casual and mutual silence.
Maybe it's why he has an alright affinity with Todoroki. They're fierce when it's time, but lax when it's not.]
Get in.
[The biggest concern he has, above anything else, even above Todoroki's quirk, is which side.] I don't wanna be by the wall. Besides, if I have to fucking puke during the night or when I wake up, it's easier to get the hell out of bed when I'm on the outside. [Basically, he doesn't want to be boxed in. Too restraining. He hates being pinched between something.]
[ Todoroki gives a nod of his head. There's no real preference to where he sleeps. He should be thankful that Bakugou is at least sharing his bed and not having him sleep on the floor. Then again, if he was told to sleep on the floor, then there was no reason he should sleep in Bakugou's room at all. His own dorm was just a level above. ]
That's fine with me.
[ Without another word, Todoroki gets into Bakugou's bed. Now comes the question of how he sleeps. Todoroki really doesn't want to stare at the wall all night. He decides to lay on his back, knows he'll change positions in the middle of the night, but this was the less awkward one.
[Standing by the bed, Bakugou waits for Todoroki to get in and get settled. Mostly so he can judge how to sleep himself. It is awkward. This is more awkward than the two of them having sex, honestly.
Being intimate is a clash, fierce and passionate, and then it's done, and it can be pulled apart. Sleeping together, though, like this, is a long night of close bodies and tangled limbs.
When he gets in himself, he lies on his back, too, unsure of how to turn at first. The positions aren't exactly comfortable. The bed is meant for one student. Bakugou is stocky, broad at the shoulders and back, a real Dorito, and Todoroki isn't too far behind. But he reaches up and turns the light out on the nightstand, pitching them into darkness.]
Shut up, Shouto.
[The rebound for the teasing first name sounds tired. Half of one shoulder hangs over the edge of the bed, and he's quiet for a long while, but his breathing hasn't labored. The back lying lasts, at most, twenty minutes.
And then he turns onto his side to face Todoroki, sweeping his arm under the other boy's and forcing Todoroki to also turn over, too. The wall will be looked at, but... Bakugou is just going to fucking spoon the boy so he isn't miserable sleeping. Thankfully, the cooler side of Todoroki is comforting against his hot skin, and he tucks his face against the back of Todoroki's neck along the hairline.]
[ The moment Bakugou climbs into bed it suddenly becomes far more intimate. Todoroki had to keep his eyes closed to calm the hint of red that wants to form at his cheeks. To his relief, the bedside light is turned off and they're covered in a blanket of darkness.
It helps to hear the tired response from Bakugou, Todoroki softly laughing under his breath as he finally relaxes his tense body.
The bed is definitely not made for two people, but it wasn't too bad, he decides. Without the nervousness there, it feels strangely comfortable sleeping with another so close.
Todoroki's eyes crack open in the darkness when he feels Bakugou shifting onto his side. He can't blame the blond.
But then all too suddenly, Bakugou is adjusting him, forcing Todoroki to face the wall, with the other's warm body pressed at his back. There's no stopping the red at his face this time, but the dark room helps to cover it up. He isn't sure if he should rest his hand over Bakugou's or let it bundle at his chest.
In the end, Todoroki goes for burying his face into the bed while his fingers brush over Bakugou's arm. He was becoming too tired trying to figure so many things out. Besides, this position was far more comfortable than on his back, and Bakugou's breath was nice against his neck. ]
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Shouldn't that be my line? I won't let you take any victories so easily, Katsuki.
[ It's a little strange, but Todoroki almost misses the close heat of Bakugou's body from him stepping away. He decides not to ponder over it too much, and instead, grabs the empty water bottle as well as the bottle Bakugou had previously been drinking from. ]
Finish drinking this. It might make your hangover tomorrow a little more bearable. [ He holds out the half filled bottle towards the blond. ] I'll fill them up for you when you're done.
[ It would give Todoroki a chance to splash some cold water on his face. ]
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Getting him turned on just by saying his name. He hates it.
Todoroki gets a little grunt.] I'm gonna be fucking pissing all night. [But he takes the water bottle anyway so he can stand there and chug the rest of it without stopping for air.]
Are you staying? The night. [His red eyes don't leave Todoroki's face, almost like he's waiting for some kind of small change in expression. Like he's waiting to be--disappointed?] I wanna fucking go to bed, but I need to shower off.
[That means staggering to the baths quietly. Ughhhh.]
Fuuuck my finger slipped and sent this too early
Maybe he hoped it would get a verbal reaction out of Bakugou. ]
You'll be fine.
[ The question almost catches him off guard. He hasn't consider it, staying the night. He thinks about it, before hiding a smile. ]
Sure. I don't mind. [ He's hiding the fact that he wouldn't mind sleeping with the other. ]
Shower with me. I need to wash you off my face.
HAHA it's ok!
Hilariously, and never before seen more than likely, Bakugou flushes from his neck up into his cheeks. He won't look Todoroki in the face anymore; instead, he mutters, shoves the water bottle down, and quickly starts moving across the room.]
Hurry the hell up then.
[In one of the drawers below the bed, he digs out two folded towels.] None of those other fuckers should be up. [He's not worried about wandering out in just his underwear, not even at the prospect of girls. (Let them look?) Todoroki gets one of the towels shoved toward, and Bakugou finally manages to meet the boy's eyes again.]
Don't fucking ruin my towel, Halfy. [The only comfort making up for the threat is the fact the towel smells distinctly like him; clean and spicy.] Let's go.
[To free up his hands, he puts his own towel around his neck and opens the door a crack to peer down one side of the hall. It's quiet, dim. No light pools out from under Kirishima's door.] Stupid Hair's asleep. Six Arms, too. [He jerks his head for Todoroki to follow, opening the door wider and stepping out.]
Lmao I was too eager
Unlike Bakugou, Todoroki does gather up his clothes, but he's not dressing yet. For now, he hopes no one is awake, shouldn't be, considering how late it was.
Todoroki takes the offered towel. It's really hard not to just breathe the smell of Bakugou in. ]
I won't. [ It helped that with the alcohol out of his system his quirk was under control.
Todoroki comes up behind the blond, following him out the door. To his relief, it does appear that with the dim lights and quiet atmosphere, their classmates were sleeping. He takes the chance to lead them towards the bathrooms, a little hurriedly, but still quiet. It wasn't exactly a walk of shame, but it sure felt like one.
Once at the showers, Todoroki slips inside, flicking the light on while his foot keeps the door nudged open for Bakugou. ]
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Fuck yeah.
[Just seeing the bath is a relief. Cool and clean and begging for use. Bakugou dumps his towel on the bench just inside the door then, without any of the previous blush, climbs out of his underwear to add it to the pile. The room is open to them fully, so he haphazardly picks one of the showers and stands fearlessly in front of the spray when he turns it on
Ice cold at first hit, but feels delicious despite his hiss. He bows his head and blasts it a few seconds, straightening back up and giving it a momentary wild shake. Naturally, even damp, it spikes right back out along the ends.]
Are you soaking or just showering?
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[ Todoroki teases, stepping further into the room now and locating a spot to rest his supplies on the bench. Clothes are placed first, along with his boxers that he squirms out of, before the towel is rested next.
His eyes naturally glance over to the bath, where, traditionally, he would start first, but he also didn't want to hold up any more time, nor make it awkward to ask the blond to wait for him. Besides, a fast, quick shower, that's all he needed to clean up Bakugou's mess off his body, as well as the heat and sweat. ]
Shower. I'll soak tomorrow.
[ Todoroki chooses a shower near Bakugou, not purposely or anything, just instinctively, and turns the water on. It's bitingly cold, but he heats his body naturally, until it begins to warm up. Unlike the spikes of Bakugou's hair, Todoroki's hair stick to his face, so he combs both red and white strands back, closes his eyes, and lets the water begin to clean his face. Despite how hot he felt earlier, the warm water feels rather nice on his skin, and helps to alleviate the ache in his body. ]
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[In the end, Bakugou wouldn’t wait, but he might have soaked too. Well, he’d just end up passing out more than likely if he got comfortable, so it’s better this way. The shower is quick, and he’s tired.
Again, he ducks his head under the spray, keeping it there, letting the lukewarm water pelt him. It does feel good. At least, the temperature and steady pressure on sore muscles do. The scratches down the front of his chest and stomach, though, sting mildly. He leans back and glances down, touching the edge of one of the red, angry lines with a few fingers.
He’s not even mad. At the time, it had been exciting.
He drops his hand, cutting a slow look over at Todoroki. The glance is sneaky, but the stare is bold and not hidden. He watches Todoroki under the water with a strange fascination. Maybe making up for the time he didn’t take to do much of it back in the room.]
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The remainder of his body is washed slower, starting to relax again in the water. It would be a pain to get out, it always was, but at the very least, he could heat up his own body so that the cold air never bites into his skin later on.
He can't help but wonder, how Bakugou's quirk mixes with water itself. Would it be a weakness, or not affect the other? He considers asking, for curiosity sake, and peers out the corner of his eye towards Bakugou, when he finds those eyes already on him.
Todoroki immediately looks away, a hint of a red flush creeping to his face. Bakugou had been almost unabashed in the way he watches, and it shouldn't, but it sends a rush of a thrill down Todoroki's spine. ]
Do you want to go again, Katsuki?
[ He teases as a means to hide from his embarrassment. He's not even sure if the blond could go again, not after he had commented about being tired earlier. ]
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His voice is low in depth but not in loudness when it ends up near Todoroki's shoulder and ear.] Nah. [He waits for when Todoroki inevitably turns around,
and then he tucks himself under the water and close, a wolfish smirk curving his mouth.] Just getting a good damn look at my supposed rank one prize. [One of his hands captures one of the other boy's wrists, not squeezing, but holding, a refusal to let Todoroki flee the lack of personal space. The opposite hand's calloused palm brushes up Todoroki's side.]
We can fuck in here if you want. Tomorrow, the next day. I'll kill you in here. At night when the other shits have gone to bed. [His lips grin still when he drops them to Todoroki's right shoulder, his breath warm.] Then you can think about me every time you come in here to fucking wash.
[It's like drinking ice water in way, curling his tongue out to run it quickly over the dip above Todoroki's collar on the cool skin.]
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[ He glances down to his captured wrist, decides not to free it. It's a little tense to have his personal space invaded by Bakugou, but Todoroki finds himself also liking it in a way. Of course, he had no intentions of admitting that out loud to his classmate.
As he listens to Bakugou speak and press those lips to his collarbone, Todoroki tilts his head, trying to get more attention. It's warm, sends a shiver that makes him moan softly.
Todoroki suddenly turns fully, so his back presses against the wall of the shower, and tugs the blond forward towards him. He raises up his free hand next, to brush through the wet, spiked locks of hair. Silently, he's amazed at how the spikes remain in that manner, if any amount of adapting could ever change the way they retain their look. ]
Such pretty promises. I'll hold you up to your word. [ He says softly, before his fingers grip hard into Bakugou's locks and pull him closer. ]
I want you to think of me in here too.
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He really doesn't need to get riled up, not this late, not this tired, but the closeness, the taunting, the manhandling. A quiet, pleasant moan edges out as he tucks himself flush against Todoroki's front, and he's half hard and exhausted from being so horny so much in such a short space of time.]
I'll think about you whenever the hell I want and wherever the hell I want.
[But it'll be here. And in his room. And walking down the hall past the other boy's door. And when his eyes see red and white in class. And when he looks over one of Kirishima's shoulders and sees Todoroki looking back at him in the distance.
The fact he settles his face in the wet slope of Todoroki's cool neck is sweet... until several long seconds pass and he suddenly takes a frisky, rude bite into the reddened flesh, and his lips close around it to suck an ugly bruise into the skin.]
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I'm sure you'll think of me more than you like, number one.
[ Just like Todoroki is positive his mind will be a constant reminder of Bakugou. Not that he truly minds, if Todoroki was being seriously with himself. The blond was an enigma, and he was curious over Bakugou. Although, focusing more on their sexual activities would prove problematic if it came at the worst of times, like during class, or training out in the field.
Cautiously, Todoroki watches his classmate settled closer. He finds that he doesn't mind, even relaxes the hand in the blond hair. Naturally, he doesn't expect the sharp latch of teeth so suddenly against his skin. ]
Katsuki! [ Todoroki snaps, both tugging hard again on Bakugou's hair while his nails dig into the other's chest. It's painful, the bite Bakugou had so graciously surprised him with, and Todoroki can't help but wonder if it would leave a mark. Probably, with the way Bakugou sucks over his skin.
In retaliation, he sneaks a leg forward, to grind his knee against Bakugou's half-hard cock. ]
If you were going to leave a mark, you should have placed it somewhere less visible. [ Never mind the fact that he left his own marks in visible areas on Bakugou's body. ]
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I'll mark wherever the hell I wanna.
[He pulls forward and bites again, gentler this time but no less a warning. Once. To match the additional scratches he gets on his chest.] What're you gonna fucking say when someone asks about? [The bit of grin returns as he lifts his head up and flashes Todoroki his red eyes.
He slides a hand down and shoves at Todoroki's knee to get it from between his legs, to stop it from teasing him. Even though he asks a question, he doesn't give Todoroki any time to really answer.
Hungrily, he crushes his mouth against Todoroki's and relishes what making out he can before realizing his bottom lip hurts where Todoroki bit him before. He returns the favor, as is natural, biting Todoroki sharp and quick on the lip. When he draws back, he puts a heavy palm in the middle of the other boy's chest and keeps Todoroki pinned to the wall.]
Cut it the fuck out. I don't wanna be hard again, you bastard.
[He started it by coming over? Shut up.]
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He could always say he got them in a scuffle or training exercise.
Not that he even gets a chance to answer the blond, between Bakugou pushing aside his knee and crashing his lips down. Todoroki doesn't fight it, however, returning the kiss in the same passion, until the snap of teeth bite onto his bottom lip. He can taste blood when Bakugou pulls away, and absentmindedly, he licks over the bite with a harmless glare towards the blond. ]
You were the one who sauntered over here, Katsuki.
[ Might as well call out the other, even if Todoroki had purposely went out of his way to provoke Bakugou. ]
And you're already about halfway there. [ Him too, but that's all due to Bakugou's bites and intense attitude. ]
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[Todoroki isn’t wrong. Horse playing around with someone worth a damn keeps getting him mostly hard, as much as he loathes it. Fighting almost does the same thing. It’s a wonder he doesn’t perpetually have a hard dick ninety percent of the time. It’s hell being intense snd reveling in intensity.
Slowly, he’s drawn back in again, sliding his hand up to cup Todoroki’s throat without squeezing, a simple hook of his fingers. He smooths his raw lips over the line of Todoroki’s jaw, the hot side this time, the spicy one he has an affinity for enjoying.]
Tomorrow night. I’ll fuck you through the side of the bath. If you don’t show up, I’ll know you’re a fucking coward.
[He thinks he knows Todoroki will show without the threat, unless dire circumstances arise. Bakugou pulls away completely then, though not without a small, smug grin. He drifts again to his own shower with his half hardness, turns off the water after passing through it once.
Todoroki gets a somewhat coy look over a broad, rounded shoulder before he moves toward the bench with the towels.]
Hurry up, Shouto.
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The moment those fingers are near his throat, Todoroki haughtily lifts his head up to meet Bakugou's gaze, both tempted to fuel the rage and thrilled to have it so dangerous close. It feels more than tantalizing to have those lips kissing up his jawline, and Todoroki knows he wants more, but the promise Bakugou gives for later is far more exciting. ]
I'll show up. So make due on your word.
[ He's determined to meet Bakugou the next night. He has to idly ever why the blond has this much of a hold on him with sex alone. Perhaps because he likes the challenge.
Todoroki chews on the inside of his mouth when Bakugou pulls away. He shoves away the urges that boil inside of him, and moves to turn off the shower. The water was becoming cold anyway.
He barely catches the coy look from Bakugou, but both that and the name slip is enough to get his face heated up. Wordlessly, Todoroki follows, trying to calm the redness and reaching for his towel. He only dries himself lightly before utilizing his quirk to heat up the remainder of his skin.
After that, Todoroki begins to dress. ]
[ooc;; wanted to let you know that I'm traveling for the next two weeks, so my tags might be sporadic]
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[Likewise, Bakugou doesn't exactly dry off completely, but less because he has a cheating quirk that helps and more he enjoys the feel of the chill with the damp skin. Refreshing, especially when he's usually burning out so much heat and sweating.
To no one's surprise, the only thing Bakugou does is gather up all of his shit in his arms and wait for Todoroki to finish getting dressed. He can be patient for that long at least.
And then... he just promptly goes back out of the door as naked as the day he was born.]
Come on, Red Hot.
[He doesn't at all seem bothered sneaking out of the baths with none of his parts covered, not this late, and, again, even if anyone happened to see him... would he really care? Not exactly. Even the fact he's walking along and Todoroki, on the wrong floor completely, is following behind them. He'll tell them to mind their own fucking business.
Todoroki can chalk it up to getting a good view of his ass as he leads them down the hall to his room. It seems they get there without any drama.
But there's a laugh further down and hall while they're at the door, and he cuts a look at Todoroki. He doesn't want to get run over, so he holds his door open so Todoroki can shoot inside first, and he'll follow after.]
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[Bakugou standing stark naked is no surprise, and Todoroki forces himself to not stare as he dresses. He fully dress, boxers, sweater, and pants. It's more of a precaution, in case they run into anyone. Besides, until the following day, he had no reason to undress himself. ]
I'm coming.
[ After, Todoroki falls silent as he follows behind Bakugou, only allowing his eyes to drift toward Bakugou every now and then. Thankfully, no one remains awake, at least, until they get closer to Bakugou's room, and the sudden laughter ringing in the halls is there.
Worried eyes look over to the blond, before quickly making his way into the offered room. It's not that he's exactly anxious about being caught with Bakugou, just that he's still new to this. It didn't help that Bakugou was stark naked.
Once inside the room, Todoroki looks around for a spot to place the towel he had used. ]
Do you have a hamper, Bakugou?
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[Once inside the room, Bakugou thankfully goes to rummage around in his drawers for a clean pair of underwear rather than strut around naked the entire time. It's a blessing and a curse. A lack of intimate eye candy, but refreshing amount of decency.]
Give it here. [Reaching out, he takes the towel from Todoroki and goes to the closet to retrieve the hanger carousel from inside. Out on the veranda, he hangs it on a hook over the door on one side, then pins his own and Todoroki's towel to it.
It won't draw much attention from neighboring verandas at least, not when he's Bakugou and he sweats ninety-nine percent of the time.
The sliding door closes when he comes back in, the room having been aired out and refreshed while they bathed. He turns on the lamp by the bed, then goes to turn off the overhead light of the room. The dimness feels a lot better on his swimmy head.]
You can watch TV or whatever. I don't give a shit as long as it's not too fucking loud. I'm getting in bed.
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[ Todoroki watches idly as Bakugou moves about, dressing and taking the towels to hang them up. Thankfully, the room is cooler now, probably might get cooler throughout the night from the way Todoroki's breathes coldly from his quirk when he sleeps. It's never enough to create ice or be freezing, just cold enough to act as a sort of AC unit.
Not that Todoroki intends to explain that to Bakugou. He'd let the blond handle it on his own. ]
I don't need to watch anything. [ After the night's events, he was pretty tired himself. ] I can go to sleep.
[ For a brief second, he eyes Bakugou's bed. It's already been agreed that Todoroki was staying the night. It goes without saying, with no extra room in mind, he'd be sharing a bed with Bakugou. That's what he assumes anyway. Still, it's a little awkward. He doesn't want to seem too pushy, but also doesn't want to agitate the blond at the moment. (Maybe later.)
Eventually, he decides to come closer to the bed, glancing idly towards Bakugou. ]
Where do you want me to sleep?
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[The awkwardness of sleeping arrangements isn't lost on Bakugou. Having someone else hogging his bed isn't exactly something he's use to or something he's ever begging for, honestly. As loud and obnoxious and brash as he is, he's really an introvert.
Being very social for very long tires him out. He needs space, alone time, peace and quiet to recharge. Even if he's in the same room as someone else, there should be casual and mutual silence.
Maybe it's why he has an alright affinity with Todoroki. They're fierce when it's time, but lax when it's not.]
Get in.
[The biggest concern he has, above anything else, even above Todoroki's quirk, is which side.] I don't wanna be by the wall. Besides, if I have to fucking puke during the night or when I wake up, it's easier to get the hell out of bed when I'm on the outside. [Basically, he doesn't want to be boxed in. Too restraining. He hates being pinched between something.]
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That's fine with me.
[ Without another word, Todoroki gets into Bakugou's bed. Now comes the question of how he sleeps. Todoroki really doesn't want to stare at the wall all night. He decides to lay on his back, knows he'll change positions in the middle of the night, but this was the less awkward one.
Closing his eyes, Todoroki hides a smile. ]
Goodnight, Katsuki.
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Being intimate is a clash, fierce and passionate, and then it's done, and it can be pulled apart. Sleeping together, though, like this, is a long night of close bodies and tangled limbs.
When he gets in himself, he lies on his back, too, unsure of how to turn at first. The positions aren't exactly comfortable. The bed is meant for one student. Bakugou is stocky, broad at the shoulders and back, a real Dorito, and Todoroki isn't too far behind. But he reaches up and turns the light out on the nightstand, pitching them into darkness.]
Shut up, Shouto.
[The rebound for the teasing first name sounds tired. Half of one shoulder hangs over the edge of the bed, and he's quiet for a long while, but his breathing hasn't labored. The back lying lasts, at most, twenty minutes.
And then he turns onto his side to face Todoroki, sweeping his arm under the other boy's and forcing Todoroki to also turn over, too. The wall will be looked at, but... Bakugou is just going to fucking spoon the boy so he isn't miserable sleeping. Thankfully, the cooler side of Todoroki is comforting against his hot skin, and he tucks his face against the back of Todoroki's neck along the hairline.]
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It helps to hear the tired response from Bakugou, Todoroki softly laughing under his breath as he finally relaxes his tense body.
The bed is definitely not made for two people, but it wasn't too bad, he decides. Without the nervousness there, it feels strangely comfortable sleeping with another so close.
Todoroki's eyes crack open in the darkness when he feels Bakugou shifting onto his side. He can't blame the blond.
But then all too suddenly, Bakugou is adjusting him, forcing Todoroki to face the wall, with the other's warm body pressed at his back. There's no stopping the red at his face this time, but the dark room helps to cover it up. He isn't sure if he should rest his hand over Bakugou's or let it bundle at his chest.
In the end, Todoroki goes for burying his face into the bed while his fingers brush over Bakugou's arm. He was becoming too tired trying to figure so many things out. Besides, this position was far more comfortable than on his back, and Bakugou's breath was nice against his neck. ]
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