[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. ]
[As much as he'd refuse to acknowledge the spooning, it's nice. They have more room, and Bakugou has something to rest against. Being exhausted helps with the lack of fuss. He doesn't stir aside from maybe a deeper exhale when Todoroki's fingers mess with his arms.
It's easy to sleep, and he does so quicker this way than he had lying on his back, uncomfortable. And even though Todoroki can't exactly see him, he's much cuter this way, sleeping, still and quiet with no yelling and the deep rises and falls of his chest.
Occasionally, he'll twitch, a motion mostly in his arms and the curl of his fists, but really he doesn't do a whole lot of tossing and turning. In fact, he doesn't budge for the longest time unless Todoroki happens to move him by shifting or turning over, and even then, all he'd do is roll partially onto his back again.
And, thankfully, the alcohol keeps him asleep instead of waking him up with nausea. When he goes out, he's out, all the way up until early morning when, despite being abused, his body thinks he should rise. It's not hard to tell he's waking; his face pinches, grimaces, and the typical Bakugou sour returns in droves.
His head screams when he opens his eyes, so he shuts them again, tries squinting instead, and then simply rolls his arm over the top half of his head. The grunt is supposed to be a growl of annoyance, but his throat is dry and hoarse. His mouth feels like it's piled with cotton.
[ Somewhere in the middle of the night, Todoroki turns in his sleep, nosing up close to the warmth Bakugou's body provided, right against his collarbone. He sneaks his hand to rest at the blond's stomach, idly running his fingernails against Bakugou's skin.
He stays in that position for most of the night until Bakugou stirs awake. When he feels the blond begin to move, Todoroki scoots closer, holds Bakugou tighter.
He doesn't want to wake up, is perfectly fine basking in this warmth. It's far too early, not when they had been up for most of the night. There weren't any classes, so he couldn't understand why Bakugou would be rising this early. Although, if Todoroki was being honest, even on his light days, he also arose early.
When he feels more movement from Bakugou, Todoroki blinks open his eyes. He's a little aware of some light chitchat outside the door, possibly down the hall. He ignores it, in favor of lifting his head which had come to rest over Bakugou's chest. A quick glance at his classmate says it all of how the other was feeling. Todoroki sits up, raising his hand to rub at his eyes. ]
I'll get you some water.
[ He mumbles the words tiredly, then climbs over Bakugou's body, careful where he places his knees and hands so as to not make it worst. He grabs the empty water bottle and leaves, to go and retrieve water for Bakugou.
It takes probably longer than it should, not because he was too sleepy or dragging along, but to his slight embarrassment, Midoriya catches him leaving Bakugou's room. Thankfully, the other boy doesn't press for too many questions, but it doesn't help that Midoriya points out his disheveled hair and tired eyes, and asks if he fell asleep possibly studying with Bakugou. Todoroki changes the subject however, that he's really thirsty and Midoriya quickly apologises with a smile. As soon as he leaves, Todoroki finishes up his quest and retrieves the water, returning back to Bakugou's room without any more incidents. ]
Here, Bakugou.
[ Todoroki offers the bottle with a stiffled yawn, before he climbs back into bed. He doubts he'll go back to sleep, but he still wanted to enjoy the warmth a little longer. ]
[All Bakugou can do between Todoroki leaving and returning is grunt softly. The headache keeps him from falling asleep again, so he just rests in the darkness of his arm while Todoroki is gone, strangely missing the solid body and its weird hot-cold beside him.
When Todoroki comes back, he doesn't even remove his arm when he lifts his free one up to open his fingers so Todoroki can place the bottle of water in his hand, and then he holds it. Lowers it to rest against his ribs.
Sitting up enough to drink feels like a chore, and he's wondering if he's going to be sick trying. After a long few moments, he takes his arm down and turns enough to the side to hoist himself on his elbow. His head swims, pounds, and he grits his teeth against the small wave of nausea, but drinks the water anyway, trying not to chug it.
After another sip, he puts the bottle on the nightstand and carefully turns back over to lie on his side, keeping his eyes closed and his brows knotted. The thanks he mutters is grouchy, but soft enough to be sincere.
[ Once back into bed, Todoroki doesn't share the same nervousness from last night, too tired to care as he lays close to Bakugou. He does watch to make sure the blond doesn't get himself sick.
As soon as Bakugou places the bottle down, Todoroki slides closer, sliding his hand around his classmates waist, rubbing his fingers absentmindedly against Bakugou's back.
The grouchy response only earns a small hum, with Todoroki closing his eyes after. He's half happy that he's avoided the hangover honestly.
Sorry, Bakugou!
After a few minutes, Todoroki does decide to speak up. It wasn't like they could sleep in bed all day long. ]
[Even when Todoroki asks him a question, Bakugou keeps his eyes closed and doesn't answer right away. Less because he's being an ass and more the idea of talking with a headache makes him already tired.
Finally, his eyes open just slightly. He seems drowsy or dazed for it, his expression sour and then softer with a frown.]
Well, I ain't fuckin' doing anything now.
[Reaching up, he takes Todoroki's arm off his waist if it's the one attuned to ice; if not, he leaves it and instead digs for the right one. Bringing it up, he presses it down over the side of his face, turning his cheek and brow into the palm, pulling it further down over his neck to let it rest. It isn't icy, but the skin is cooler and feels good on his skin. Feels good on his headache.]
[ Todoroki would roll his eyes if they were open. Instead, he'll settle for scoffing below his breath towards the grouchy response. Although, he does remind himself of Bakugou's hangover. Talking wasn't probably the greatest thing in the world for the brash blond.
Todoroki does crack his eyes open though, when Bakugou reaches for his arm. (Thankfully the hand resting on Bakugou's chest is his hot side, otherwise he might feel insulted of being forced to move,) As it's the one tucked under his head, Todoroki is forced to adjust himself, finding it awkward to lay in any position until he chooses to rest his head beside his other arm, over Bakugou's chest.
Todoroki allows the barest hint of cold to form at his touch, assisting the best he could for Bakugou. ]
[Again, Bakugou is quiet for a while without talking or stirring, letting Todoroki's arm and hand rest over him.] Nah. [It's offered quietly and as if it's an attempt to be off-handed. No big deal.
And then, after a pause, he gently bulldozes himself over so Todoroki is the one lying back and he's sprawled half on top of the other boy's chest. One arm slides under Todoroki's neck, and other stretches across to Todoroki's other side.
He tucks his face in the dipped groove of Todoroki's collar, hiding his face under the other boy's jaw and in the cool side of the neck.
Todoroki is lucky. Morning Bakugou and hangover Bakugou are tired enough to be considerably affectionate. A side maybe only Kirishima has seen glimpses of and lived to tell, not that the redhead would. He's quiet up until he clears his throat even if his voice still sounds like gravel anyway.]
My mouth tastes like someone's fucking asshole, and I feel like shit. I think my brain is going to bleed out of my fucking skull. Meanwhile, you're laid back like a goddamn cheater. I'm never drinking with you again, jackass.
[ Todoroki has to hide a smile towards Bakugou's response. He gets himself comfortable, decides he'll enjoy their close proximity while he can. Bakugou is warm and comfortable, and even though Todoroki isn't sleepy, he doesn't mind this.
At least, he was enjoying it until Bakugou takes it upon himself to switch them around, with him sprawled onto his back.
Instinctively, Todoroki raises up his hands, cradling Bakugou's body, the colder hand combing through the mess of blond hair. He finds he doesn't mind this rare sight. This was a side of Bakugou he's sure not many have seen. It was definitely a change from the rough and loud attitude. ]
Just because I don't have a hangover doesn't mean I didn't suffer. That vodka made me horny, and I couldn't control my quirk. [ Which he would still choose in favor of a hangover. ] Let me choose the drink next time. One that won't affect my quirk.
Wow. Being horny and fucking me and running outside to flamethrow the fucking veranda. [But he doesn’t take his face out of the crook of Todoroki’s neck, and he doesn’t shuck the delicious hand raking through his hair.] Fine, whatever.
You won’t shut the hell up until I do.
[Tipping his head down a bit, he tried to get the fingers to sweep over his skull. The feeling of the fingers is erogenous, bringing goosebumps out on his arms and making him partially hard. He isn’t aroused so much as simply pleased by the feeling. The shred of dignity he has left it kept because he won’t lift his face out of Todoroki’s neck.]
I never said I suffered for long. But you stripping was painful for me. [ But a nice sight, nonetheless. Not that Todoroki would remark out loud of that so easily. ] Thank you, Bakugou.
[ A small victory. Todoroki would figure out the liquor type later on, when they made plans to drink again. He's positive Bakugou wouldn't want to go through this again tomorrow morning. He'd let the blond rest a day or two before bringing it up again.
Todoroki follows the lead Bakugou nonverbally asks of him, pressing icy fingers to Bakugou's head. Of course, as he goes about doing so, he can feel the goosebumps with his other hand, and the twitching between Bakugou's legs. Todoroki doesn't say anything towards it, just allows his quirk to continue to press cooly at Bakugou's body. ]
I'll steal something from my old man's collection. It'll be good, I promise.
[The thank you confuses him almost as much as Todoroki confuses him in general. There’s something both weird and endearing about how awkward Todoroki can be around other people. He doesn’t get the extent of why, not like Midoriya might, though he can assume it definitely has something to do with history.
Todoroki gets a soft, airy grunt.]
Why you always takin’ shit from Endeavor? [His eyes open, lashes brushing the skin of Todoroki’s neck as he flicks them up and then down.] If he finds out, he’s gonna put you in a damn urn.
I ain’t really got time to fight that bastard right now or anything.
[ Todoroki responds easily. Really, it's his own fault for bringing up his old man, he supposes. Still, he hadn't figured Bakugou would come to his father's defense. Then again, he's only told Midoriys of his rocky relationship with his old man. ]
Don't worry about him. There's not a whole lot he can do.
[ He says the words quietly while combing his hand back through Bakugou's wild hair. He wants to not think of Endeavour when they're laid together so intimately. His father is the last thing he wants on his mind. Although, with what Bakugou said... ]
Are you saying you'll fight my old man to protect me from him, Bakugou?
[ It's genuinely confusing on Todoroki's part, rather than teasing the other. He's not completely sure he had understood Bakugou correctly. ]
[Typically, Bakugou doesn’t answer for a while, pretending as if he’s resting his hangover instead of making it worse by talking. The lashes brush closed and stay this way, too, until they tickle when he opens his eyes again.]
Nah. [Todoroki may or may not take him at face value; it’s a lie, a bad one, a dodge. His answer took too long to give for it to be Bakugou.] I just want the Number One spot, and he’s in my fucking way.
[But beating the shit out of Endeavor on Todoroki’s behalf is a good way to get the man out of the place he wants? It’s fine. Bakugou doesn’t offer any other explanation or excuses regarding what he’d be fighting the flaming man for really.
He bobs his head barely to urge Todoroki to keep combing fingers through his hair. Greedy.]]
[ Todoroki almost assumes Bakugou has fallen asleep with how long he takes to answer. He's okay with that though, to let the question hang in the air while he holds the blond. He's only mildly surprised when Bakugou does finally answer, Todoroki's hand midway through the mess of hair.
He smiles at the response nonetheless, patting the top of Bakugou's head softly, almost like petting a dog or cat. ]
You'll have to get in line.
[ Both for the spot of Number One Hero, and the simple fact that Todoroki wouldn't feel accomplished with his training until he's beaten his father.
The demanding nudging earns a sigh, but Todoroki gives in, combs both hands through Bakugou's hair, only using his colder hand to touch near the forehead. He could afford to play along, Todoroki supposes. Besides, this was a rare sight to behold. ]
Tch... [The fingers are incredibly good, and he had forgotten just how good from never being not rowdy enough to let anyone get close enough. His mom maybe, a long time ago when he was a kid, but even then, it's not the same as having a peer with more feelings graze the scalp with nails.] Not behind you, that's for fucking sure.
[Under his breath, he moans, a very soft and airy noise mixed with deeper breaths. The rhythm is lulling, and he can't keep his eyes open this early and this hungover.
So he closes them and keeps his face tucked away into the alcove of Todoroki's neck. Murmurs something inaudible as dozing takes him. Todoroki will just be stuck beneath a fourth of him for a short while, arms looped under and over. At least he's not yelling. At least he's not exploding?
At least he looks a hell of a lot better when he's sleeping and now scowling so much.]
[ But he drops the subject after that, begins to lose himself in this soft side of Bakugou. It really wasn't so bad. There was no arguing or rough barks, just quietness and comfort.
Todoroki does enjoy the brash attitude, finds it arousing and intoxicating. But this, this also had it's appeal.
With the warm body on top and soft breaths at his neck, Todoroki finds himself closing his eyes and being lulled away. His fingers begin to stop in their comfort, but remain buried in blond hair, kneading at times.
He's not sure how long he sleeps like this, not until his body wants to move, and he instinctively holds Bakugou closer, breathing out icy air in the process. ]
[Surprisingly, the chill Todoroki exudes doesn’t bother him as much as it keeps him from sweating. He’s cool and dry, and he stirs faintly when Todoroki draws him closer. The hangover is still present—some. He has dry mouth again, but less of a headache, and the nausea is gone.
He thinks he must have slept a few hours more.
But he lets himself rise to consciousness rather than jerk awake. Floating up and openijg his eyes, closing them and feeling both himself and Todoroki for a while. After what feels like forever, longer than what it probably is actually, he pushes up on his forearm and lifts his head to blink at the other boy. Cool fog. He doesn’t onow how Todoroki manages to sleep chilled.
Quietly, he hovers and watches Todoroki’s face, looking it over. He’s not sure if he’s exactly expecting to see something, anything, but it feels more... intimate to see someone sleeping.]
Oi, ice maker. [His voice is low even if it’s teasing.] They gave us air con in the room. Do I gotta strap you to the wall?
[ Todoroki is a little aware of Bakugou moving about, but it's not enough to fully stir him awake. He just holds onto Bakugou tighter, not wanting to wake from his second rest again.
But he hears Bakugou speaking, so his eyes flutter open and he groans from the haze of sleep. ]
You were the one demanding my colder side earlier.
[ He replies tiredly, stifling a yawn while he fully tries to wake himself up now. With his hands still buried through the mess of blond hair, Todoroki runs his colder side to Bakugou's forehead. ]
[The cool hand feels good, and he turns his head into it a moment, turns it away to let it slide down over his cheek and jaw. Feels good, but brings goosebumps out on his arms. Beckons him, and he lowers himself back down on Todoroki’s chest where he can again tuck his face in the other boy’s neck.]
Still feel like shit, but better, I guess.
[He’s there for several long handfuls of moments, and then he carefully rolls onto his back to see if his head swins. It doesn’t, only aches faintly all over from ear to ear. He’ll take something for it when he gets up, he thinks. The problem is going to be getting up with Todoroki so comfortable beside him.]
[ Todoroki hides his smile while he goes about cooling Bakugou further, following the motions Bakugou requests of him nonverbally. He finds himself liking this more, an affectionate Bakugou that he doesn't allow anyone to see.
It's a shame when the blond eventually rolls over. Todoroki didn't think he'd miss the other's warmth as much as he does. Still, they couldn't sleep in bed all day, he tells himself. With a small sigh, Todoroki sits up, rubbing the back of neck, massaging a small ache there. ]
You might feel better if you got food in your stomach.
[ As he replies, he brushes a cold hand through Bakugou's hair again, thumb purposely rubbing at the other's forehead. ]
As comfortable as it is having you warm me up, we can't stay in your bed all day.
[Despite the somewhat general sour look on his face, Bakugou closes his eyes when the pleasant hand skirts through his fuzzy, spiked hair. The thumb gets slightly pinched brows, not from annoyance, but the relief of chill against the throbbing headache.] Mn. [Slowly, his eyes open again, already peering up at Todoroki’s face.
He looks for a bit, not saying anything, expression drowsy and miserable. Tired, a little lazy. He reaches up and grasps Todoroki by the wrist, grip tight but not painful. There’s a pause, as if he’s deciding.
And then he pulls the arm up by his shoulder, tugging Todoroki down toward his chest and his face. He tips his chin up and head back, either offering the other boy his lips or maybe waiting, like a predator, until Todoroki is close enough for him to snag the ones lowering toward him.]
[ He's not sure what he's expecting Bakugou to do. Kicking him out of bed was definitely at the top of the list, maybe Bakugou falling back sleep. Being tugged onto the blond's chest had to be far for what he expected, but definitely not unwelcomed.
He'd choose this option rather than getting sent out the door.
Todoroki doesn't even fight it, even adjusts his body so his legs come to rest on either side of Bakugou's body. His hands rest over the toned chest, rubbing idly along the expanse of Bakugou's chest from below him. ]
Do you want to stay all day in bed with me, Bakugou?
[ As he asks, Todoroki takes what he assumes is a signal, and leans down to seal the distance between their lips, kissing Bakugou slowly and long. ]
[Bakugou takes the opportunity to not answer because his mouth is occupied with Todoroki’s, and he’s greedy. And he just wants to kiss the other boy lazily. It should be something tender and maybe kind of endearing, but it unfortunately starts riling him up. It’s how he is, and he can’t help it.
The long, slow kiss turns somewhat hungry. His arms loop around Todoroki and the fingers dive up into the mismatched hair, holding Todoroki captive while he unintentionally makes the kiss deeper. When the warm tingle of want rolls down over him, makes him flushed, he draws back and exhales heavily.]
Maybe not all fucking day.
[The hands loosen and drop down around Todoroki’s shoulders and arms, and he lets his head fall back snd his body sink with forced defeat. Fucking... hangover, he thinks. And going all in the night before. It’ll take him the whole day of resting just to keep his own stupid promise later.]
You realize you don’t gotta fucking stay, right? I know those other chucklefucks are your friends. It’s your day off, too. Hang out with them or whatever you morons do, if you want. Didn’t I say you can make your own damn choices?
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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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It's easy to sleep, and he does so quicker this way than he had lying on his back, uncomfortable. And even though Todoroki can't exactly see him, he's much cuter this way, sleeping, still and quiet with no yelling and the deep rises and falls of his chest.
Occasionally, he'll twitch, a motion mostly in his arms and the curl of his fists, but really he doesn't do a whole lot of tossing and turning. In fact, he doesn't budge for the longest time unless Todoroki happens to move him by shifting or turning over, and even then, all he'd do is roll partially onto his back again.
And, thankfully, the alcohol keeps him asleep instead of waking him up with nausea. When he goes out, he's out, all the way up until early morning when, despite being abused, his body thinks he should rise. It's not hard to tell he's waking; his face pinches, grimaces, and the typical Bakugou sour returns in droves.
His head screams when he opens his eyes, so he shuts them again, tries squinting instead, and then simply rolls his arm over the top half of his head. The grunt is supposed to be a growl of annoyance, but his throat is dry and hoarse. His mouth feels like it's piled with cotton.
Vodka is the worst.]
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He stays in that position for most of the night until Bakugou stirs awake. When he feels the blond begin to move, Todoroki scoots closer, holds Bakugou tighter.
He doesn't want to wake up, is perfectly fine basking in this warmth. It's far too early, not when they had been up for most of the night. There weren't any classes, so he couldn't understand why Bakugou would be rising this early. Although, if Todoroki was being honest, even on his light days, he also arose early.
When he feels more movement from Bakugou, Todoroki blinks open his eyes. He's a little aware of some light chitchat outside the door, possibly down the hall. He ignores it, in favor of lifting his head which had come to rest over Bakugou's chest. A quick glance at his classmate says it all of how the other was feeling. Todoroki sits up, raising his hand to rub at his eyes. ]
I'll get you some water.
[ He mumbles the words tiredly, then climbs over Bakugou's body, careful where he places his knees and hands so as to not make it worst. He grabs the empty water bottle and leaves, to go and retrieve water for Bakugou.
It takes probably longer than it should, not because he was too sleepy or dragging along, but to his slight embarrassment, Midoriya catches him leaving Bakugou's room. Thankfully, the other boy doesn't press for too many questions, but it doesn't help that Midoriya points out his disheveled hair and tired eyes, and asks if he fell asleep possibly studying with Bakugou. Todoroki changes the subject however, that he's really thirsty and Midoriya quickly apologises with a smile. As soon as he leaves, Todoroki finishes up his quest and retrieves the water, returning back to Bakugou's room without any more incidents. ]
Here, Bakugou.
[ Todoroki offers the bottle with a stiffled yawn, before he climbs back into bed. He doubts he'll go back to sleep, but he still wanted to enjoy the warmth a little longer. ]
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When Todoroki comes back, he doesn't even remove his arm when he lifts his free one up to open his fingers so Todoroki can place the bottle of water in his hand, and then he holds it. Lowers it to rest against his ribs.
Sitting up enough to drink feels like a chore, and he's wondering if he's going to be sick trying. After a long few moments, he takes his arm down and turns enough to the side to hoist himself on his elbow. His head swims, pounds, and he grits his teeth against the small wave of nausea, but drinks the water anyway, trying not to chug it.
After another sip, he puts the bottle on the nightstand and carefully turns back over to lie on his side, keeping his eyes closed and his brows knotted. The thanks he mutters is grouchy, but soft enough to be sincere.
He doesn't deserve Todoroki, honestly!!]
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As soon as Bakugou places the bottle down, Todoroki slides closer, sliding his hand around his classmates waist, rubbing his fingers absentmindedly against Bakugou's back.
The grouchy response only earns a small hum, with Todoroki closing his eyes after. He's half happy that he's avoided the hangover honestly.
Sorry, Bakugou!
After a few minutes, Todoroki does decide to speak up. It wasn't like they could sleep in bed all day long. ]
Do you have to be anywhere today?
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Finally, his eyes open just slightly. He seems drowsy or dazed for it, his expression sour and then softer with a frown.]
Well, I ain't fuckin' doing anything now.
[Reaching up, he takes Todoroki's arm off his waist if it's the one attuned to ice; if not, he leaves it and instead digs for the right one. Bringing it up, he presses it down over the side of his face, turning his cheek and brow into the palm, pulling it further down over his neck to let it rest. It isn't icy, but the skin is cooler and feels good on his skin. Feels good on his headache.]
You can leave if you want or whatever.
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Todoroki does crack his eyes open though, when Bakugou reaches for his arm. (Thankfully the hand resting on Bakugou's chest is his hot side, otherwise he might feel insulted of being forced to move,) As it's the one tucked under his head, Todoroki is forced to adjust himself, finding it awkward to lay in any position until he chooses to rest his head beside his other arm, over Bakugou's chest.
Todoroki allows the barest hint of cold to form at his touch, assisting the best he could for Bakugou. ]
I don't want to leave. Do you want me to leave?
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And then, after a pause, he gently bulldozes himself over so Todoroki is the one lying back and he's sprawled half on top of the other boy's chest. One arm slides under Todoroki's neck, and other stretches across to Todoroki's other side.
He tucks his face in the dipped groove of Todoroki's collar, hiding his face under the other boy's jaw and in the cool side of the neck.
Todoroki is lucky. Morning Bakugou and hangover Bakugou are tired enough to be considerably affectionate. A side maybe only Kirishima has seen glimpses of and lived to tell, not that the redhead would. He's quiet up until he clears his throat even if his voice still sounds like gravel anyway.]
My mouth tastes like someone's fucking asshole, and I feel like shit. I think my brain is going to bleed out of my fucking skull. Meanwhile, you're laid back like a goddamn cheater. I'm never drinking with you again, jackass.
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At least, he was enjoying it until Bakugou takes it upon himself to switch them around, with him sprawled onto his back.
Instinctively, Todoroki raises up his hands, cradling Bakugou's body, the colder hand combing through the mess of blond hair. He finds he doesn't mind this rare sight. This was a side of Bakugou he's sure not many have seen. It was definitely a change from the rough and loud attitude. ]
Just because I don't have a hangover doesn't mean I didn't suffer. That vodka made me horny, and I couldn't control my quirk. [ Which he would still choose in favor of a hangover. ] Let me choose the drink next time. One that won't affect my quirk.
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You won’t shut the hell up until I do.
[Tipping his head down a bit, he tried to get the fingers to sweep over his skull. The feeling of the fingers is erogenous, bringing goosebumps out on his arms and making him partially hard. He isn’t aroused so much as simply pleased by the feeling. The shred of dignity he has left it kept because he won’t lift his face out of Todoroki’s neck.]
It better not be shit.
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[ A small victory. Todoroki would figure out the liquor type later on, when they made plans to drink again. He's positive Bakugou wouldn't want to go through this again tomorrow morning. He'd let the blond rest a day or two before bringing it up again.
Todoroki follows the lead Bakugou nonverbally asks of him, pressing icy fingers to Bakugou's head. Of course, as he goes about doing so, he can feel the goosebumps with his other hand, and the twitching between Bakugou's legs. Todoroki doesn't say anything towards it, just allows his quirk to continue to press cooly at Bakugou's body. ]
I'll steal something from my old man's collection. It'll be good, I promise.
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Todoroki gets a soft, airy grunt.]
Why you always takin’ shit from Endeavor? [His eyes open, lashes brushing the skin of Todoroki’s neck as he flicks them up and then down.] If he finds out, he’s gonna put you in a damn urn.
I ain’t really got time to fight that bastard right now or anything.
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[ Todoroki responds easily. Really, it's his own fault for bringing up his old man, he supposes. Still, he hadn't figured Bakugou would come to his father's defense. Then again, he's only told Midoriys of his rocky relationship with his old man. ]
Don't worry about him. There's not a whole lot he can do.
[ He says the words quietly while combing his hand back through Bakugou's wild hair. He wants to not think of Endeavour when they're laid together so intimately. His father is the last thing he wants on his mind. Although, with what Bakugou said... ]
Are you saying you'll fight my old man to protect me from him, Bakugou?
[ It's genuinely confusing on Todoroki's part, rather than teasing the other. He's not completely sure he had understood Bakugou correctly. ]
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Nah. [Todoroki may or may not take him at face value; it’s a lie, a bad one, a dodge. His answer took too long to give for it to be Bakugou.] I just want the Number One spot, and he’s in my fucking way.
[But beating the shit out of Endeavor on Todoroki’s behalf is a good way to get the man out of the place he wants? It’s fine. Bakugou doesn’t offer any other explanation or excuses regarding what he’d be fighting the flaming man for really.
He bobs his head barely to urge Todoroki to keep combing fingers through his hair. Greedy.]]
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He smiles at the response nonetheless, patting the top of Bakugou's head softly, almost like petting a dog or cat. ]
You'll have to get in line.
[ Both for the spot of Number One Hero, and the simple fact that Todoroki wouldn't feel accomplished with his training until he's beaten his father.
The demanding nudging earns a sigh, but Todoroki gives in, combs both hands through Bakugou's hair, only using his colder hand to touch near the forehead. He could afford to play along, Todoroki supposes. Besides, this was a rare sight to behold. ]
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[Under his breath, he moans, a very soft and airy noise mixed with deeper breaths. The rhythm is lulling, and he can't keep his eyes open this early and this hungover.
So he closes them and keeps his face tucked away into the alcove of Todoroki's neck. Murmurs something inaudible as dozing takes him. Todoroki will just be stuck beneath a fourth of him for a short while, arms looped under and over. At least he's not yelling. At least he's not exploding?
At least he looks a hell of a lot better when he's sleeping and now scowling so much.]
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[ But he drops the subject after that, begins to lose himself in this soft side of Bakugou. It really wasn't so bad. There was no arguing or rough barks, just quietness and comfort.
Todoroki does enjoy the brash attitude, finds it arousing and intoxicating. But this, this also had it's appeal.
With the warm body on top and soft breaths at his neck, Todoroki finds himself closing his eyes and being lulled away. His fingers begin to stop in their comfort, but remain buried in blond hair, kneading at times.
He's not sure how long he sleeps like this, not until his body wants to move, and he instinctively holds Bakugou closer, breathing out icy air in the process. ]
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He thinks he must have slept a few hours more.
But he lets himself rise to consciousness rather than jerk awake. Floating up and openijg his eyes, closing them and feeling both himself and Todoroki for a while. After what feels like forever, longer than what it probably is actually, he pushes up on his forearm and lifts his head to blink at the other boy. Cool fog. He doesn’t onow how Todoroki manages to sleep chilled.
Quietly, he hovers and watches Todoroki’s face, looking it over. He’s not sure if he’s exactly expecting to see something, anything, but it feels more... intimate to see someone sleeping.]
Oi, ice maker. [His voice is low even if it’s teasing.] They gave us air con in the room. Do I gotta strap you to the wall?
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But he hears Bakugou speaking, so his eyes flutter open and he groans from the haze of sleep. ]
You were the one demanding my colder side earlier.
[ He replies tiredly, stifling a yawn while he fully tries to wake himself up now. With his hands still buried through the mess of blond hair, Todoroki runs his colder side to Bakugou's forehead. ]
How's your hangover?
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[The cool hand feels good, and he turns his head into it a moment, turns it away to let it slide down over his cheek and jaw. Feels good, but brings goosebumps out on his arms. Beckons him, and he lowers himself back down on Todoroki’s chest where he can again tuck his face in the other boy’s neck.]
Still feel like shit, but better, I guess.
[He’s there for several long handfuls of moments, and then he carefully rolls onto his back to see if his head swins. It doesn’t, only aches faintly all over from ear to ear. He’ll take something for it when he gets up, he thinks. The problem is going to be getting up with Todoroki so comfortable beside him.]
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It's a shame when the blond eventually rolls over. Todoroki didn't think he'd miss the other's warmth as much as he does. Still, they couldn't sleep in bed all day, he tells himself. With a small sigh, Todoroki sits up, rubbing the back of neck, massaging a small ache there. ]
You might feel better if you got food in your stomach.
[ As he replies, he brushes a cold hand through Bakugou's hair again, thumb purposely rubbing at the other's forehead. ]
As comfortable as it is having you warm me up, we can't stay in your bed all day.
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He looks for a bit, not saying anything, expression drowsy and miserable. Tired, a little lazy. He reaches up and grasps Todoroki by the wrist, grip tight but not painful. There’s a pause, as if he’s deciding.
And then he pulls the arm up by his shoulder, tugging Todoroki down toward his chest and his face. He tips his chin up and head back, either offering the other boy his lips or maybe waiting, like a predator, until Todoroki is close enough for him to snag the ones lowering toward him.]
We can do whatever the hell we wanna.
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He'd choose this option rather than getting sent out the door.
Todoroki doesn't even fight it, even adjusts his body so his legs come to rest on either side of Bakugou's body. His hands rest over the toned chest, rubbing idly along the expanse of Bakugou's chest from below him. ]
Do you want to stay all day in bed with me, Bakugou?
[ As he asks, Todoroki takes what he assumes is a signal, and leans down to seal the distance between their lips, kissing Bakugou slowly and long. ]
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The long, slow kiss turns somewhat hungry. His arms loop around Todoroki and the fingers dive up into the mismatched hair, holding Todoroki captive while he unintentionally makes the kiss deeper. When the warm tingle of want rolls down over him, makes him flushed, he draws back and exhales heavily.]
Maybe not all fucking day.
[The hands loosen and drop down around Todoroki’s shoulders and arms, and he lets his head fall back snd his body sink with forced defeat. Fucking... hangover, he thinks. And going all in the night before. It’ll take him the whole day of resting just to keep his own stupid promise later.]
You realize you don’t gotta fucking stay, right? I know those other chucklefucks are your friends. It’s your day off, too. Hang out with them or whatever you morons do, if you want. Didn’t I say you can make your own damn choices?
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