[ I can't believe Horikoshi is bringing all of my fanart to life, truly we are living in the best of times. All of that development for Bakugou and Deku's not-quite-childhood-friends-but-close relationship, the way they feel about each other. Bakugou still being forced to swallow his pride in every panel...
Todoroki supposes he should be thankful that his boyfriend's sunk so much thought into which particular circle on Inferno has been set aside for them (even if he always imagined pictured as a there's a special place in Hell for me, it's called the throne sort of guy), because maybe that means he's actually putting thought into whatever this thing is they have between them. One of the perks of his Deku-induced character development is that Todoroki's now a lot more honest with himself, emotionally open, less inclined to turn a blind eye and get caught up in his own damage - the downside to which is that now he's thinking way too hard about his relationship with his boyfriend. Little questions like where this is all going, how much of a Sinner he might actually become, and the timeless conundrum of how just because shutting his brain off everytime they're together feels good doesn't mean it's necessarily good for him in the long run.
Thankfully, Bakugou can always be counted on to clear his mind at times like these, even if it means manhandling and grinding his face into the floor. Even if it means that hand on his ass, the straight and simple yelp that follows, and how utterly aghast Todoroki feels when, starved as oxygen as he is, what little capacity for reason proves enough to figure out what's going on here. It's like the final nail in the coffin when it comes to proving that Bakugou needs more help than he could ever hope to provide, particularly when one particularly rough squeeze of that stress ball Todoroki calls an ass cheek leads to, well... blood flowing to places it most definitely shouldn't be. His mind says no but his body says yes, that sort of thing - except that hand on his neck means his body is also saying no, flailing to be able to breathe again, but as it turns out the distinction between pushing Bakugou back and pushing back against Bakugou is exceptionally thin. ]
Katsuki...
[ Just like how there's very little difference between cussing Bakugou out and choking on his own in terms of sound, apparently, makes it rather difficult to say much of anything intelligible. Which means he's left here, slowly losing the ability to breathe, stuck with a guy groping his butt and grinding against the carpet to build up friction.
He has a conscience somewhere too, you know. Sounds vaguely like his mother, probably why he hasn't seen it in so long. ]
( they don’t make ‘em like you and I )
Todoroki supposes he should be thankful that his boyfriend's sunk so much thought into which particular circle on Inferno has been set aside for them (even if he always imagined pictured as a there's a special place in Hell for me, it's called the throne sort of guy), because maybe that means he's actually putting thought into whatever this thing is they have between them. One of the perks of his Deku-induced character development is that Todoroki's now a lot more honest with himself, emotionally open, less inclined to turn a blind eye and get caught up in his own damage - the downside to which is that now he's thinking way too hard about his relationship with his boyfriend. Little questions like where this is all going, how much of a Sinner he might actually become, and the timeless conundrum of how just because shutting his brain off everytime they're together feels good doesn't mean it's necessarily good for him in the long run.
Thankfully, Bakugou can always be counted on to clear his mind at times like these, even if it means manhandling and grinding his face into the floor. Even if it means that hand on his ass, the straight and simple yelp that follows, and how utterly aghast Todoroki feels when, starved as oxygen as he is, what little capacity for reason proves enough to figure out what's going on here. It's like the final nail in the coffin when it comes to proving that Bakugou needs more help than he could ever hope to provide, particularly when one particularly rough squeeze of that stress ball Todoroki calls an ass cheek leads to, well... blood flowing to places it most definitely shouldn't be. His mind says no but his body says yes, that sort of thing - except that hand on his neck means his body is also saying no, flailing to be able to breathe again, but as it turns out the distinction between pushing Bakugou back and pushing back against Bakugou is exceptionally thin. ]
Katsuki...
[ Just like how there's very little difference between cussing Bakugou out and choking on his own in terms of sound, apparently, makes it rather difficult to say much of anything intelligible. Which means he's left here, slowly losing the ability to breathe, stuck with a guy groping his butt and grinding against the carpet to build up friction.
He has a conscience somewhere too, you know. Sounds vaguely like his mother, probably why he hasn't seen it in so long. ]