The bell rang, and Bakugou looked up, his usual passively aggressive expression on his face. He opened his mouth to greet the customers, but his breath caught in his throat and he felt his mouth dry.
The first of the two people who walked in was drop dead gorgeous, and Bakugou felt his very gay heart skip several beats. He had dual colored hair, half red and half white, split perfectly down the middle. His eyes were a stormy grey, and a piercing icy blue, and they seemed to glow in the soft light of the music store. He was wearing a hoodie, so Bakugou couldn’t really see the frame of his body, but the customer had some broad shoulders.
“Shouto, are you sure this is the place?” The second person pushed their way through after the first one, as he had stopped just in the doorway. Shouto, the dual-haired man nodded.
“Positive, Izuku.” Shouto responded. Izuku had a mop of green hair on his face with a scattering of freckles. He was quite small in comparison to his companion.
Holy hell, even his voice is sexy. Bakugou groaned internally.
“Oh, hello.” Bakugou started as a hand taped the corner before him, and he found himself staring into those beautiful heterochromatic eyes.
“Can I help you?” Bakugou blurted, and he bit his lower lip immediately, hoping that he didn’t come off as rude. His anger and irritation often came out of nowhere at the worst times, and he was unable to control it. It was a problem. It didn’t help that this guy standing in front of Bakugou was fucking beautiful. The man raked a hand through his dual-colored hair, and Bakugou noticed his slender and long fingers.
Maybe a piano player? Bakugou thought.
“My friend recommended me to this store. I’m looking for a piano.”
“What kind of piano? Grand? Keyboard? Any particular brand?” Bakugou asked, rattling off the most common questions he could think of. He tried in vain to tear his gaze off from the man before him.
“Steinway, and probably a grand piano.” Shouto responded, casting a glance over his shoulder at his companion, Izuku, who was looking at violins. As if it was a psychic communication, Izuku turned around, and caught sight of Shouto staring. He hurried over and gave Bakugou a friendly and sunny smile.
“Hi,” Izuku said. “I hope Shouto hasn’t been too blunt about anything. He has a tendency to do those kinds of things.”
“You have a tendency to ramble on about things that don’t need to be said.” Shouto grumbled, and Bakugou watched, somewhat amused, as an endearing flush dusted along his cheekbones.
“Sorry not sorry.” Izuku sassed back, sticking his tongue out as Shouto rolled his eyes. Bakugou watched the exchange awkwardly, unsure of what to say or do.
If only Kirishima was up here with me. Bakugou fought the frown off his face. The cheerful redhead would know what to do in a situation like this.
“So what do you think, Izuku?” Shouto asked, casting Bakugou a quick look, veering their conversation back on track.
“About what?” Izuku blinked.
“Getting a Steinway grand piano.”
“Do they even stock them here?” Izuku arched an eyebrow.
“I can look in the catalog,” Bakugou offered, twisting in his chair to boot up the computer. “You do know that Steinway and Sons grand pianos can cost well over fifteen million yen.” Bakugou added, turning back to the duo.
“Yep.” Shouto responded, seeming indifferent as he rested his elbows on the counter, cupping his chin with one hand.
“It’s no problem for him!” Izuku piped up. When Bakugou shot him a confused look, he elaborated. “I’m surprised you didn’t recognize who Shouchan was when he first walked in.”
“What do you mean?” Bakugou asked, furrowing his brow. Shouto elbowed Izuku irritably, a scowl on his face as he straightens. Izuku takes no heed.
“He’s the only son of Japan’s most powerful company’s CEO!” Izuku exclaimed. Bakugou felt his eyes widen almost immediately and he nearly fell out of his seat.
“You’re Todoroki Shouto?” Bakugou sputtered. Todoroki heaved out a sigh, and raked a hand through his hair.
“I’d like it if you didn’t announce that to everyone we met.” Todoroki muttered, shoving at Izuku’s forehead, and the green-haired boy flailed his arms. “But yes, I am.”
“It looks like we do have a couple Steinways in stock.” Bakugou said, standing up from his stool, suddenly realizing how tall Todoroki was in comparison. Izuku was not much shorter than Bakugou was, and he noticed that as he rounded the corner to show them both in the general direction of the pianos.
“The pianos are back here.” Bakugou said. “You can try playing them to see which one you like. You know, you don’t have to pick a Steinway.” Bakugou said, arching an eyebrow at Todoroki, who flushed.
“I know, but I like the way they sound.” He admits. The three of them jump as there’s an almighty crash from the back, followed by a shriek.
“What’s that?” Izuku whispers, eyes wide. Todoroki’s eyes are wide, but Bakugou is undeterred, a vein popping in his forehead in agitation.
“KIRISHIMA!” Bakugou bellowed, “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!” He heard a startled yelp of shock from Izuku, followed by another shriek of terror. There was another almighty crash, and Bakugou groaned, rubbing his forehead before storming to the back, leaving a stunned Todoroki and Izuku standing there as he marched to the storage room, ripping the door open.
Kirishima had somehow managed to pull a box of music notebooks and piano sheet music from two shelves above his head, and the boxes that held the music stands were strewn across the floor.
“Oof. Hey, Katsuki.” Kirishima gave him a nervously sharp-toothed grin, and Bakugou stood there, looking thoroughly unimpressed.
“Come on, Shitty Hair. Stop fucking around.” Bakugou snapped. Kirishima bit his lower lip and stayed quiet, before climbing to his feet slowly. “Shit. Sorry.” Bakugou sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he moved forward to help Kirishima clean up.
“How’re your sessions coming along?” Kirishima finally asks, as they finish cleaning up the storage room.
“It’s fine.” Bakugou responded shortly.
“Please don’t tell me you scared off another therapist!” Kirishima yelped. When Bakugou didn’t respond, Kirishima groaned exasperatedly before perking up. “Hey, who’s playing the piano?”
“Oh, two guys came in a few minutes ago looking to buy a Steinway grand piano.” Bakugou responded, falling silent to listen. Beyond the closed doors of the storage room, they could hear the faint and muffled noise of a grand piano.
Kirishima stood and walked over to the storage room door, Bakugou following as they exited, headed over to where the sound of music was.
Bakugou could decipher the song easily as Chopin’s Fantasie Impromptu. Being able to play the song was impressive enough, but playing at the original speed Chopin played at was incredible. Kirishima suddenly stopped, causing Bakugou to slam into him.
“What the fuck, Eiji?” Bakugou grumbled, before stepping to the side and rubbing his nose. As he and Kirishima reached Izuku and Todoroki, Bakugou paused as he watched Todoroki’s slender fingers fly across the keys.
It was truly impressive, watching the way that Todoroki’s fingers moved across the keys. He played with such ease, and none of the keys were pressed on too hard like many of the other patrons who’d come into the store and tried out the pianos. Bakugou found that he was entranced with watching Todoroki’s fingers, moving smoothly, transitioning through the different keys and octaves with ease, like flowing water.
His fingers were moving so quickly, almost blindingly, and it seemed like the only other part of his body moving were his eyes as they followed each movement of his fingers. Todoroki suddenly lifted his hands off the keys, before rubbing the back of his neck, as if debating whether to play a new song or to stop playing.
“Er…” Todoroki paused, looking embarrassed that he had a larger crowd watching him. He glanced up, and Bakugou swore that Todoroki was looking at him, before he switched his gaze back to the keys. Todoroki lifted his hands, and placed them back on the keys.
The next piece Todoroki started playing was most likely a Ludovico Einaudi piece. It was played elegantly, notes running smoothly into one another as they receded and grew.
“He’s an incredible pianist, isn’t he?” Izuku asked, his voice a low murmur as he hopped off his stool to stand close to Bakugou, watching his friend.
“Mm,” Bakugou said, tilting his head as he listened closely.
“Isn’t this Elegy for the Arctic?” Kirishima asked, and as Bakugou shot him a questioning look, “my sister used to play it all the time before leaving for college.” The song cut off abruptly once again, and the three of them looked back in Todoroki’s direction. He stood up from the stool, quite gracefully, and turned to look at Bakugou.
“I like it.” Todoroki said, softly as he nodded towards the Steinway he was just playing. “I can pay for it today.”
“Alright,” Bakugou nodded, before turning and heading back to the cash register. “Eijiro can show you guys around while I get the paper work.” Bakugou knew that the piano would take at least three days, one week at the maximum to be delivered depending on when Todoroki signed the forms. As the producers of the music instruments were in the biggest city next door, it was easy and quick service as well as quality products.
Rounding the counter at the front, Bakugou crouched, sifting through drawers looking for the paper work. It was simple, really, the form only required what the customer was buying, their full name, address, email and telephone number. The second paper was a legal contract, which basically said that once Todoroki had paid for the piano, the shop was not liable for any damage after the shipping and delivery.
“Katsukiiii!!!” Bakugou started, banging his head against the counter as he jerked upwards.
“Motherfucker-“ Bakugou cursed, rubbing the back of his head. “What the hell do you want, Shitty Hair? Couldn’t you have waited five more minutes?!”
“Probably.” Kirishima responded with a sheepish, but cheeky grin on his face. Bakugou gritted his teeth and grabbed a manila folder, slapping the documents in them before rounding the corner.
“Here.” Bakugou grunted, thrusting the folder into Todoroki’s hands, trying to ignore the way that their fingers brushed. “The fuck do you want?”
“They were curious to know if either of us played an instrument since Izuku plays violin and Todoroki piano.” Kirishima said, blinking up at Bakugou in that way. Bakugou deflated, his anger rushing out of him. He couldn’t stay mad at Kirishima when he made those goddamned puppy dog eyes.
“Yeah?” Bakugou sighed, crossing his arms across his chest.
“I don’t play an instrument, so I told them that you play guitar, right?” Bakugou nodded, before lifting up his left hand.
“That was before I fucked up my wrist.” Bakugou said, his voice becoming tight. Kirishima frowned, as if he understood, but continued on much to Bakugou’s quickly re-appearing irritation.
“But weren’t you playing yesterday?” Kirishima argued. Bakugou shot him a heated glare, and the red head faltered, biting his lower lip and lowering his gaze to stare at his feet.
“I’ve told you this too many times to count, Eiji. I can play leisurely, but I had to give up playing professionally forever.” Bakugou shot back, his voice low and full of murderous intent. Kirishima flinched, and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Shit. I forgot again. I’m sorry.” Kirishima mumbled. Izuku and Todoroki looked between the two of them awkwardly, and Bakugou waved a hand at them.
“You can sign the papers today, and I’ll contact the manager in the company.” Bakugou shoved his hands into his pockets, turning his back to them as he started towards the counter. “Or you can look them over and sign the papers and then bring them back. I’ll write a note saying that the piano has been sold.” Bakugou stalked back to the register, trying in vain - and failing miserably - to stop acting this way. He heard hurried footsteps behind him and sighed.
“Eijiro, don’t apologize.” Bakugou said firmly, using the full version of Kirishima’s first name.
“Right.” Kirishima responded, his voice small and meek, totally unlike his usual bright personality. “I didn’t mean to. I just…”
“Forgot, I know.” Bakugou sighed, and paused before he rounded the corner of the counter. An an arm draped over his shoulder comfortingly, he realized that he was trembling. Whether it was anger or frustration, he didn’t know, but he was thankful for the comfort Kirishima offered despite what had just happened.
“To make it up for you, I’ll go run out and grab you something from the café nearby. You look like you need a caffeine pick up.” Kirishima responded, rubbing Bakugou’s shoulder comfortingly. “Anything you want in particular?” Kirishima asked as the spiky haired blond plopped back down into his seat, almost like a petulant child.
“Iced coffee, and you choose something else.” Bakugou said, tilting his head to look up at the ceiling. “Thanks, Eiji.”
“Of course, anything for my man.” Kirishima said, excitedly, obviously happy that they weren’t arguing anymore. As Kirishima left, literally bounding out the door, Todoroki and Izuku approached the cash register, albeit a bit nervously.
“I’m not going to bite your heads off.” Bakugou sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Right.” Todoroki still looked nervous, as he held the papers. “I’ll sign them now, if that’s okay.”
“I did say you could sign them today, didn’t I?” Bakugou asked, wryly, and Todoroki’s cheeks flushed ever so slightly. Izuku nudged Todoroki with his elbow, and the dual haired man scowled at his friend. Bakugou couldn’t help but think that it was most likely impossible for this man to not look attractive.
Todoroki put the folder on the counter, and stood there awkwardly, until Bakugou arched an eyebrow, handing him a pen.
“Thanks.” Todoroki mumbled, opening the folder and starting to sign the papers.
“Are you sure it’s safe for you to be putting down all personal information?” Bakugou asked, tilting his head. When Todoroki gave him a curious look, he elaborated. “I mean, you’re the son of Enji Todoroki, right? The biggest CEO in all of Japan?” Todoroki nodded. Bakugou reached back to grab his reading glasses, putting them on and pointing towards the paper, drawing his finger over the “Full Name”, and “Address”.
“Don’t you think that it’s a bit of a stupid idea to - you know what, never mind.” Bakugou sighed as Todoroki continued to look at him blankly. Izuku chuckled, obviously understanding.
“He means that it probably isn’t safe to give away who you are, and where you live, Shoucchan.” Todoroki nodded, as if he understood, but Bakugou could clearly tell that this half and half idiot didn’t.
“Write down Izuku’s name and have it sent to your address.” Bakugou suggested. “Have him there when it is delivered to sign the papers to legally transfer it to your ownership.”
“We live in the same apartment flat,” Todoroki tilted his head.
“Well that makes things easier.” Bakugou responded, feeling a touch annoyed. Was this really Enji Todoroki’s son? Bakugou wasn’t sure if Todoroki was actually this daft or if he was pretending, though Bakugou assumed he had no reason to. “I’ll let you two figure this out. I’m going to write the manager an email.” Bakugou turned in his chair to the computer and opened up the shop’s email app to compose a new email.
He could hear Izuku and Todoroki murmuring to each other, and as the bell in front of the door rang, he looked up to see Kirishima, holding two iced coffees and a bag between his sharp teeth. Bakugou was surprised to see Toga behind him, her signature giggly smile on her face.
“Himiko,” Bakugou blinked, still taken aback. The moment Toga spotted him, she let out a shriek and hurtled herself towards him, nearly knocking him off of his seat as she hugged him tightly.
“Katsuki~!” Toga chirped, pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek, causing his glasses to skew in a weird way, which he scowled at and pushed her away.
“Himiko, I’m trying to work here.” Bakugou hissed, but the petite girl held fast, letting out a screech of protest as Bakugou tried to shake her off. He gave Kirishima an exasperated look, and the red head merely grinned.
Toga suddenly realized that there were more people in the room, and immediately unlatched from Bakugou to lean across the counter, cupping her chin as she stared at the two of them. Todoroki and Izuku looked taken aback, nervously watching her as Toga remained quiet, her eyes sweeping over the two of them.
“Himiko, don’t be weird.” Bakugou said, looking up as Kirishima handed him his coffee and the bag. “Thanks.” Looking into the bag, he found a fruit and custard tart, and immediately pulled it out to take a bite of it.
“They’re hot!” Bakugou choked, Kirishima snorted into his coffee, Izuku yelped and fell out of his chair and Todoroki made a gagging noise.
“Toga!” Kirishima barked, laughing. “You can’t just say that out of the blue!” Toga pouted, and crossed her arms across her chest.
“But why not?” Toga whined.
“It’s fucking weird,” Bakugou wheezed, and Toga turned immediately, thumping him on the back.
“Don’t worry, I still think you’re the hottest.” Toga grinned, and Bakugou shot her an unimpressed look over his glasses.
“I already fucking know that, dipwad.” Bakugou snorted, and Toga let out a shriek of amusement before slapping his upper arm.
“Um…” Bakugou turned to see Todoroki and Izuku watching their exchange, obviously
very confused as Kirishima tried not to choke on more coffee as he laughed.
“Oh. Right, sorry.” Bakugou heaved a sigh, pushing the nuisance of his younger sister away. “Kirishima, do something to get her out of my hair for the next fifteen, please?” Bakugou looked up, and Kirishima nodded.
“Toga, come on, the movie you wanted to see is playing in twenty.” Kirishima called. Toga glared at Bakugou.
“You planned this!” Toga wailed as she let Kirishima drag her off. When the bell rang again and the door closed, Bakugou breathed out a sigh of relief.
“Sorry about all that.” Bakugou said, raking a hand through his hair. Izuku and Todoroki still looked bewildered, and Bakugou completely understood: Toga was a whirlwind of energy.
“That’s quite alright.” Izuku responds, before casting a glance at Todoroki, who seems to be gripping the pen just a little too tightly.
“You alright there Half n’ Half?” Bakugou asked, and Todoroki startled, dropping the pen as his head snapped up.
“Oh. Yes. I’m alright.” Todoroki blinked, and once again, a slight flush dusted his cheekbones.
Jesus, why is he so fucking attractive? Bakugou knew he was gay, had known it for a while. But no one had ever caught his eye until this half and half idiot.
Todoroki finished filling out the papers and handed them back to Bakugou, who promised that he would call when the piano was to be delivered.
“Yes.” Todoroki responded just a moment too late.
“So… it wasn’t just because you wanted to know who that guy working at the cash register was?” Midoriya teased.
Damn him. Todoroki didn’t respond, but he knew that the blush on his cheeks gave him away. He couldn’t blame anyone, really. Todoroki had seen the blonde man working in the shop a few days ago as he walked past the shop. That day, he had been going to the shoe store next door.
Todoroki already had a piano, but that had been back in Kyoto, and he’d just moved into a new flat on the outskirts of Tokyo with Midoriya. It was then, on an impulsive decision that he would go into that music store a couple days later, preferably with Midoriya, to buy another Steinway grand piano.
He had more than enough money to waste.
“If I knew any better,” Midoriya mused, breaking Todoroki out of his thoughts. “I’d say he was into you as well.”
“You sure he’s not attracted to you and not me?” Todoroki asked, arching an eyebrow, trying to keep all traces of jealousy out of his voice.
“Preetttyy sure it’s you, Shouto.” Midoriya grinned, and Todoroki sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before unlocking his car, sliding into the driver’s seat. Todoroki frowned, suddenly remembering how close Bakugou had seemed to the red haired guy, Kirishima, or even the blond girl who came in later.
“Ok.” Todoroki mumbled, as he started the car, backing up and then turning onto the road to drive away. He was feeling petty, and a bit disappointed.
Though he knew that pining for this gorgeous, possibly straight or possibly taken blond wouldn’t get him anywhere. He wanted to try to continue with small advances, hopefully without embarrassing himself, to see if he even had a chance.
“What do you want, small fry?” Bakugou sighed, and Toga pouted.
“Can you not make the curry too spicy? Last time you did, I thought I lost my tongue.” Toga said, tugging at the sleeves of the hoodie.
“Sure.” Bakugou responded, reaching over to pull Toga in by her shoulders to press a quick kiss to the top of her head. “Now go tell the old hag that dinner’s almost ready.”
“Katsuki! You shouldn’t call her that.” Toga frowned. Bakugou rolled his eyes, and waved her off.
“Whatever, what’s she gonna do?”
“I CAN STILL WHOOP YOUR ASS, KATSUKI!” Bakugou scowled as he heard his mother’s shouts as she descended the stairs, charging into the kitchen to put Bakugou in a headlock.
Immediately he started to struggle, yanking at his mother’s arms around his neck as Toga watched, an almost maniacal grin on her face.
“Toga, you told her to be there at the top of the stairs, didn’t you?” Bakugou asked, shooting his younger sister a glare. Toga merely shrugged. “Alright, you hag. If you want food before it burns, let me go.”
A few minutes later, the three of them were sat at the table, knees folded beneath them and palms clasped together before they started to eat. This time, Toga had no complains and ate almost as much as Katsuki and Mitsuki combined.
“How are your therapy sessions going?” Mitsuki finally decided to ask. Bakugou gritted his teeth.
“I’ve told you, Mom, I don’t need a fucking therapist.” Mitsuki and Toga shared a concerned look.
“But Katsuki, after the incident-” Toga started, but she froze when she saw the murderous glint in Bakugou’s eyes.
“I’m fine.” Bakugou hissed.
“If you say so, Katsuki.” Mitsuki sighed, before she stood and began to clear the table. Bakugou had to fight the urge to get up and storm out the door.
Because of him, his family was like this. At the house, walking on eggshells, worried about little things that could set him off. Bakugou hated this with every fibre of his being.
Bakugou had been on the phone for the past half hour with a very persistent customer, and was at his wit’s end when the bell above the door jingled.
“Alright, look, if you want to know what we have available, look at our website or come visit the store and talk to the workers in person. I have several people waiting on the line and customers within the shop who need help.” Bakugou found himself restraining to snap. “You’re not the only customer, and I am going to need to hang up now.” With that, Bakugou aggressively slammed the phone down, and whirled around in his chair.
“Welcome to - oh, it’s you.” Bakugou started, before he recognized Izuku standing before the counter.
“Bad day?” Izuku guessed. Bakugou tilted his head back, knocking it against the wall.
“Just dealing with another annoying customer.” Bakugou said. “Where’s your friend?”
“Shouchan?” Izuku looked outside. “He got a phone call right before we parked, so I came in first.”
“Anything in particular you’re looking for?” Bakugou asked, standing up to stretch.
“I think he’s looking for a classical music sheet music book.” Izuku responded. Bakugou nodded, and the two of them fell into a rather awkward silence. “Hey,” Izuku started. Bakugou tilted his head at the green-haired boy, and nodded his head, an indication he was listening.
“Yes?” Bakugou asked.
“Sorry to ask you of this, but this is for one of my close friends, but are you by chance dating anyone? Perhaps the red head that you work with?” Izuku asked.
“Me? Dating Kirishima?” Bakugou sputtered, shocked, as a flush spread across his cheeks.
“I take that as a yes?” Izuku asked. Bakugou shook his head rapidly, fighting the urge to flail his arms in the air.
“Hell no! Eiji is just a childhood friend.” Bakugou groaned, tilting his head back, nearly slamming it against the wall behind him. “Why? Who’s this friend of yours, if I can ask?”
“Shouchan.” Izuku said, without missing a beat. “But don’t tell him I said anything.” Bakugou let out a startled noise, resembling a squawk and fell off his chair with a crash.
“The fuck?” Bakugou sputtered, obviously flustered. Goddammit, he was twenty, but he was acting like he was sixteen. “Why would someone like him care about someone like me, let alone be attracted to?”
“Because you’re hot, Katsuki!” Kirishima shouted from the back.
“Hah?!” Bakugou yelled back. Izuku laughed.
“He isn’t wrong, you know.” Izuku said, a grin on his face. Bakugou felt his breath catch, and coughed into his palm awkwardly, hiding his flushed face.
“What if I’m straight, or something?” Bakugou asked, his voice muffled.
“Shouchan will probably be very disappointed, but I’m sure he’ll get over it.” Izuku replied. There was a sudden jingle, and Bakugou knew that there was a new customer. He had to compose himself quickly. He was about to greet them when he heard, “oh, Shouchan. You’re back.”
“I gotta go check on something in the back.” Bakugou said abruptly, standing up. He ignored Todoroki’s look of confusion and brushed past Izuku at the counter. “Eiji! I need to check something in the back! Deal with the register!”
Bakugou knew that Kirishima knew that Bakugou could clearly tell Kirishima what he wanted. Kirishima bounded past him energetically, clasping Bakugou’s shoulder as he greeted Izuku and Todoroki.
Slipping into the back room, Bakugou slid down against the wall, trying to collect his breathing. His head was full of several thoughts, too many, and he was overwhelmed.
So, the attraction between the two of us is mutual now. How am I supposed to look the half and half bastard in the eye now? Bakugou put his head in his hands, and rubbed the back of his neck. Though he was relieved that he wasn’t the only one ogling, he also cursed Izuku for telling him.
After about another five minutes of self-loathing and panic, Bakugou stalked from the backroom and to the front where Kirishima, Todoroki and Izuku were talking.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” Todoroki asked, tilting his head in a way that made his hair flop to one side. Bakugou ignored Izuku and Kirishima’s knowing looks and forced his cheeks to stay cool.
“Nope. I need to put in a new request.” Bakugou responded. “Did you find what you were looking for?” Bakugou asked as he slid into his seat behind the counter, wriggling the mouse to wake the screen up as he desperately avoided looking in the half and half’s direction.
“Yeah. Kirishima helped us out.” There was a rustling, and Bakugou turned to see Todoroki holding up a paper bag.
“That’s good.” Bakugou hummed.
“Oh! Izuku, I found some really cool music for violinists. Wanna come see?” Kirishima said, suddenly. Bakugou narrowed his eyes immediately, knowing what the red head was up to.
“Sure, Shouchan, I’ll be back.” Izuku said, catching on quickly as he patted Todoroki’s shoulder before he hurried after Kirishima. The two of them stood there in an awkward silence, hearing the faint voices of Kirishima and Izuku carry from the back.
“Um,” Todoroki started. “I was wondering if you have any time off?”
“Why the fuck you want to know?” Bakugou found himself snapping, immediately feeling guilty by the way Todoroki flinched backwards, biting his lower lip, looking like a kicked puppy. “Sorry. I’m just tense.” Bakugou found himself grumbling as he leaned back in his seat, arms crossing over his chest.
“It’s fine.” Todoroki said, swallowing audibly.
“I have tomorrow off.” Bakugou said, finally. Todoroki blinked, looking confused momentarily, before he realized what Bakugou was saying. A small smile quirked at the corner of Todoroki’s mouth, and he nodded.
“I want to thank you for your help,” Todoroki said, shifting his weight.
“It’s my job, you know.” Bakugou said, arching an eyebrow. Todoroki flushed, and was about to say something when Kirishima and Izuku returned.
“He’s trying to ask you out, you idiot.” Kirishima said, his voice light and teasing as he nudged Todoroki with his hip as he leaned against the counter with his elbows. Todoroki immediately grew red, ears, cheeks and neck. It almost matched the color of the scar on his face and his hair.
“Kirishima!” Izuku choked, as he bit back a giggle. “Sorry, Shouchan, but it was really obvious. I’m surprised Bakugou didn’t notice.” Bakugou locked gazes with Kirishima, eyes wide.
“Izuku!” Todoroki hissed, looking absolutely mortified, still flushed an incredible shade of red.
“You’re red too, Bakugou,” Kirishima pointed out, and Bakugou scowled, chucking a pen at the red-head’s forehead. “Ow!”
“Okay, I’m going to be blunt since everything’s out in the open.” Bakugou said, slamming his palms down on the counter before him. The other three started, staring up at Bakugou with wide eyes. “Give me your phone,” Bakugou ordered, holding his hand out to Todoroki.
“O…okay.” Todoroki stuttered, handing the sleek iPhone over, refusing to meet Bakugou’s eyes.
“No password?” Bakugou arched an eyebrow.
“I don’t have anything to hide,” Todoroki mumbled, wringing his fingers together. Bakugou opened up Todoroki’s contacts and added himself, before handing it back over.
“Alright, Half n’ Half idiot,” Bakugou started, and Todoroki looked up at him, dual colored eyes, and face less flushed. “You’re hot, and I wanna get to know you better before I date you, get it?”
Todoroki fell off his chair.