[ He is merely remarking on how utterly abnormal — and, dare he say it quirky — his life has become since Bakugou entered into it, words spoken like some sudden revelation and not a question that's gnawed away at him for a while. How did they end up here, anyway? When did whatever casual affair they had going on expand beyond the questionably-intimate into Bakugou sniffing his hair, the weird warmth in his chest that those words make him feel? It's... odd in a word, curious in ways Todoroki really doesn't care to examine, shunned out of his thoughts like countless other questions as to where his life is going or what goal he might be aiming for, a particular talent for self-distraction that seems to be failing him now.
Perhaps because cuddling, far less carnal an act of physical affection as it is, lacks the same logical conclusion as fucking each other senseless 'til one of them can't walk, banging the night away, far easier for Todoroki's mind to wander with no end in sight. Akin to a sense of existential dread in those precious seconds before one falls asleep, albeit minus the usual morbidity and on the whole far... fluffier.
Devouring tiny Kacchans also definitely sounds like someone's fetish. Probably someone who likes Mt. Lady just a little too much. ]
Like.
[ A non-committal answer to start with, gives the gears whirring away in Todoroki's head time to translate what the fuck are we doing into something Bakugou might comprehend, won't run the risk of ruining the moment or earning his ire (not that near anything will not set Bakugou off, but Todoroki takes some small pride in knowing how best to tiptoe around this particular minefield). ]
When did we start calling each other by our first names?
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Perhaps because cuddling, far less carnal an act of physical affection as it is, lacks the same logical conclusion as fucking each other senseless 'til one of them can't walk, banging the night away, far easier for Todoroki's mind to wander with no end in sight. Akin to a sense of existential dread in those precious seconds before one falls asleep, albeit minus the usual morbidity and on the whole far... fluffier.
Devouring tiny Kacchans also definitely sounds like someone's fetish. Probably someone who likes Mt. Lady just a little too much. ]
Like.
[ A non-committal answer to start with, gives the gears whirring away in Todoroki's head time to translate what the fuck are we doing into something Bakugou might comprehend, won't run the risk of ruining the moment or earning his ire (not that near anything will not set Bakugou off, but Todoroki takes some small pride in knowing how best to tiptoe around this particular minefield). ]
When did we start calling each other by our first names?