[ Do you ever feel so shameless as when you imagine boys sharing clothes and brushing their teeth together and lazily leaning on each other for support with how grossly domestic they are. Because I do. This also leads to other, equally unpleasant things, like Todoroki finally getting most of his wardrobe back and whining that they smell of his boyfriend — ever as he breathes the other boy in and finds it not all that unpleasant. Which is wrong of course, because Bakugou stinks of sweat and sex and Poor Life Decisions, but that's what they call cognitive bias.
Todoroki can't wait for when the glamour wears off and he can go back to acting like himself again, as opposed to some five year old with a crush. Most kids tend to work this stuff by the time that they're teens but alas, that's being emotionally-stunted for you. It's in remembering just how poorly prepared he was for feeling affection that Todoroki remembers he was made, not born, tailored by an unashamed eugenicist and given life for a purpose, and much as he's tried to deny it over the years he can't help but define himself through it, his father's expectations. The fear of failure and being found unworthy even of defiance forever hanging over him.
But with Bakugou that's lacking; a relationship built upon nothing but questionable company, sex and now, apparently, feelings. It feels natural, them being together, coming close to brushing their hands together, feeling safe in Bakugou's arms (safe from what, he wonders, never aware until now how hard he's been running). Something about heartbeats racing and murmuring sighs that lead Todoroki to one horrific conclusion:
Holy shit he's gay. ]
You're over-thinking it.
[ Pot, kettle, etcetera, but it sounds weird and extremely Not Right for Bakugou to be thinking so hard about things, ruining this blissful simplicity he's found, and so what he's really trying to say is something along the lines of shut up and go to sleep for the love of god. ]
( this is really happening )
Todoroki can't wait for when the glamour wears off and he can go back to acting like himself again, as opposed to some five year old with a crush. Most kids tend to work this stuff by the time that they're teens but alas, that's being emotionally-stunted for you. It's in remembering just how poorly prepared he was for feeling affection that Todoroki remembers he was made, not born, tailored by an unashamed eugenicist and given life for a purpose, and much as he's tried to deny it over the years he can't help but define himself through it, his father's expectations. The fear of failure and being found unworthy even of defiance forever hanging over him.
But with Bakugou that's lacking; a relationship built upon nothing but questionable company, sex and now, apparently, feelings. It feels natural, them being together, coming close to brushing their hands together, feeling safe in Bakugou's arms (safe from what, he wonders, never aware until now how hard he's been running). Something about heartbeats racing and murmuring sighs that lead Todoroki to one horrific conclusion:
Holy shit he's gay. ]
You're over-thinking it.
[ Pot, kettle, etcetera, but it sounds weird and extremely Not Right for Bakugou to be thinking so hard about things, ruining this blissful simplicity he's found, and so what he's really trying to say is something along the lines of shut up and go to sleep for the love of god. ]