[ My greatest yaoi fantasy: guys who date and cohabitate and it's all so cute and domestic but they also are total freaks in the sheets. Sometimes I ponder stuff like what kind of pets they would have and that one "in what position do our characters sleep together in" meme or Bakugou giving Todoroki shit about not knowing how to do the chores that young master types don't learn how to do as a child and it's the absolute worst.
Bakugou's definitely overthinking it and he's practically confusing himself because of it, he's so reflexively used to taking the attitude of "yeah, it basically only matters what I think" that taking into consideration another person is almost painfully difficult to adjust to. He only relaxes again when Todoroki points this out, because he remembers that Todoroki has generally always accepted him for the shitlord that he is, so there's clearly no reason to change anything about how he is now. ]
Look who's talking.
[ He's obliged to go for the low-hanging fruit, he always is.
And instead of responding to that unspoken hey, go the fuck to sleep with words (Bakugou's fundamentally a bit "what the hell?" that he even recognizes that for what it is), he just makes a suitably unimpressed noise and then presses his lips to the back of Todoroki's neck and buries his nose into Todoroki's hair and — wow, he sure does smell nice.
For a brief moment, Bakugou also experiences the feeling of: wow I've become such a homo!! And he guesses he's okay with that, but wow. ]
( feelings being felt, fireworks in the background, flowers blooming metaphorically )
Bakugou's definitely overthinking it and he's practically confusing himself because of it, he's so reflexively used to taking the attitude of "yeah, it basically only matters what I think" that taking into consideration another person is almost painfully difficult to adjust to. He only relaxes again when Todoroki points this out, because he remembers that Todoroki has generally always accepted him for the shitlord that he is, so there's clearly no reason to change anything about how he is now. ]
Look who's talking.
[ He's obliged to go for the low-hanging fruit, he always is.
And instead of responding to that unspoken hey, go the fuck to sleep with words (Bakugou's fundamentally a bit "what the hell?" that he even recognizes that for what it is), he just makes a suitably unimpressed noise and then presses his lips to the back of Todoroki's neck and buries his nose into Todoroki's hair and — wow, he sure does smell nice.
For a brief moment, Bakugou also experiences the feeling of: wow I've become such a homo!! And he guesses he's okay with that, but wow. ]