explosionmurder (explosionmurder) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2019-05-06 22:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | katsuki bakugo, shouto todoroki |
Who:Shouto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo
Where:Their room
When:After Kirishima's post that he blew up the science lab
What:Why are you staring at me
Rating/Warning:PG for teenage boys?
Status:In Progress
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
Why did so many of their conversations start like this? Bakugo eyed Todoroki over the book he was more staring at than reading because he was being stared at. He seemed weird since earlier, but Bakugo couldn't figure out why which left them in this stalemate of Todoroki trying to figure out what he wanted to say to him - or so he assumed - and Bakugo returning the look every ten seconds. Sitting himself up, he moved to sit with his knees up with his arms resting across them. What the fuck was his problem now? Was he put off that he was still losing control over his Quirk over something stupid like a kiss? Well, hell, Bakugo was pissed at himself for that. He boasted having all this control, but he lost it when Todoroki kissed him in class. Seemed like some bullshit to him.
But how else did you get over your shortcomings than to confront them? Besides wanting to know what the fuck the other boy was thinking, Bakugo had his own thoughts in his head. It was easier to go off like he didn't need or care about anyone else, but that just was a front he put up and everyone knew it. He'd gotten past the irritation of why he felt this way about Todoroki to manage just accepting it for what it was. If he kept losing it with his Quirk because he didn't know how to handle spontaneous affection then it was going to get real old, real fast. He didn't worry so much about disappearing like anyone else might have because they would have to take him over a pile of dead bodies, but that was besides the point.
Tossing the book aside on the side table, Bakugo got up to meet Todoroki where he was across the room, tilting his head to the side as he looked at him. "You gonna tell me, or what?" He still had a rough way of showing it, but he cared. It mattered to him when he spent so much of his damn time with him. If he was screwing up in some way, he wanted to fix that too contrary to popular belief.