[ And yet, in a shocking swerve! Flashbacks to when our heroes were tender children, Bakugou being absolutely adorable in his youth, co-operation between protagonist and rival! Bakugou puking and drooling all over himself, inspiring us to sin. How hype were we all at Bakugou Katsuki: THE ORIGIN.
The worst part of course is that Bakugou's half-assed methods - resorting to violence, burying his issues to then take them out on the general populace, predominately just being an abrasive asshole to everyone he meets - somehow keep bearing fruit, which on top of being goddamn infuriating, probably means he's never going to get any better. Which shouldn't really be a problem, because Todoroki's never been a big fan of that whole i can change him bullshit from his sister's romance novels (Anne and Marilla had this discussion about a century ago and it was old then), but he's seriously starting to wonder how Bakugou will actually handle adult life.
Or y'know, he would be, if not if not for the very real reminder of his own mortality staring him dead in the face. There's little room for thoughts like i think i might seriously be in love with the guy trying to choke me the fuck out in a head deprived of oxygen, funnily enough! Every bit of processing power Todoroki has is being directed into breaking free, thrashing under Bakugou and building up friction, precisely the wrong thing to do in this situation (but really, was there ever a right thing).
He doesn't get a lot of time to appreciate that loosened grip, unfortunately, manages maybe one quick gasp before Todoroki finds himself being pinned to the floor, air-starved limbs not exactly suited for putting up much of a struggle. If he was in anything approaching his right mind right now, he might actually have noticed that his boyfriend's somehow managed to pop a fucker boner during all of this when the damn thing rubs against his leg, but alas. Forgive him for not realising Bakugou's assicition was going to play into their fight to the death.
But now is not the time to be questioning Bakugou's weird preoccupation with sexualising his body (no, there's nothing at all sexual about him, not at all. what do you mean unintentionally lewd). ]
The fuck are you—
[ Todoroki gets about that far until he decides to just enjoy his newfound ability to breathe, panting perhaps just a little to heavily as he tries to angle himself off the ground, push back against Bakugou to get his face out of what's proving to be a surprisingly comfortable floor. Where the fuck is this going, Katsuki. ]
( you can't make yourself stop dreaming )
The worst part of course is that Bakugou's half-assed methods - resorting to violence, burying his issues to then take them out on the general populace, predominately just being an abrasive asshole to everyone he meets - somehow keep bearing fruit, which on top of being goddamn infuriating, probably means he's never going to get any better. Which shouldn't really be a problem, because Todoroki's never been a big fan of that whole i can change him bullshit from his sister's romance novels (Anne and Marilla had this discussion about a century ago and it was old then), but he's seriously starting to wonder how Bakugou will actually handle adult life.
Or y'know, he would be, if not if not for the very real reminder of his own mortality staring him dead in the face. There's little room for thoughts like i think i might seriously be in love with the guy trying to choke me the fuck out in a head deprived of oxygen, funnily enough! Every bit of processing power Todoroki has is being directed into breaking free, thrashing under Bakugou and building up friction, precisely the wrong thing to do in this situation (but really, was there ever a right thing).
He doesn't get a lot of time to appreciate that loosened grip, unfortunately, manages maybe one quick gasp before Todoroki finds himself being pinned to the floor, air-starved limbs not exactly suited for putting up much of a struggle. If he was in anything approaching his right mind right now, he might actually have noticed that his boyfriend's somehow managed to pop a fucker boner during all of this when the damn thing rubs against his leg, but alas. Forgive him for not realising Bakugou's assicition was going to play into their fight to the death.
But now is not the time to be questioning Bakugou's weird preoccupation with sexualising his body (no, there's nothing at all sexual about him, not at all. what do you mean unintentionally lewd). ]
The fuck are you—
[ Todoroki gets about that far until he decides to just enjoy his newfound ability to breathe, panting perhaps just a little to heavily as he tries to angle himself off the ground, push back against Bakugou to get his face out of what's proving to be a surprisingly comfortable floor. Where the fuck is this going, Katsuki. ]