Who: Katsuki Bakugo and Shouto Todoroki What: after the halloween party, Bakugo is pissed When: Halloween/technically after midnight so Nov 1 Where: Salty Banks dorms Rating: PG-13, for Bakugo’s undoubtable language, will raise if needed Status: in progres
Dressing up in his old costume was supposed to be easy. The fangs, the cape, all that was just supposed to make the night stress free and simple to the point that he was generally expecting to have fun. Well, the party itself had been fun enough, of course, these places and their weird magic certainly had a different idea of what was fun. Probably someone was having more fun with what happened than he was.
The worst of it, though, was the familiar yet completely unfamiliar sense of hunger, one that he knew wasn’t going to go away until this was all over, or...well. He wasn’t going to think about what was going to satisfy him at the moment, especially when Bakugo seemed even more annoyed with the world than usual. He had his moments where he was calm and thoughtful and acted somewhat normal but then he certainly had just as many when he growled and screamed and got himself worked up over the smallest things.
Todoroki sighed and made himself more comfortable on the bed, kicking his feet a little, glad to be out of the boots, at least. Costumes weren’t really his thing, even his hero one wasn’t very elaborate, just a fireproof jumpsuit basically. “It’s not that bad. It’s not like we haven’t been through this before.” Maybe he was underreacting, but then again, he didn’t actually know what Bakugo had felt, if he’d been worried about going out. Todoroki had taken the easy way out, hid away and it hadn’t lasted long. “It’s only a couple of days.”