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Sometimes Katsuki Bakugou looks at Shouto Todoroki doing something so stupid, so idiotic that he had to mumble, “Remember how good he is at giving head.” quietly under his breath.
“What did you just say?” Said man growled.
Many people would call Katsuki and Shouto powerful. Most of the country would, as they were both ranked in the top ten heroes. Hell, even Bakugou would call Todoroki that, he has enough sense to give him credit where credit is due. But there was nothing powerful about Shouto eating a God damn mother fucking lunchable at nine-thirty at night.
“I was just saying that you're good at giving head.”
“Oh!” Todoroki looks kind of pleased because he's a dumb idiot asshole eating a lunchable. “Thanks.”
Calmly, Bakugou walks over to Shouto and snatches the vile excuse for processed food out of his hands before depositing it in the trash.
“Hey! I was eating that!”
“Yeah, you sure fucking were and you are not anymore!”
“Why not?”
“Because if you left that fucking, that thing out room temp for twelve hours it wouldn't change. It's not even food! It's like putting God damn flavored styrofoam in your fucking body.”
Todoroki blinks at him. “That's exactly the point.”
Bakugou places his thumb and pointer finger over his eyes hard and doesn't move for ten seconds. Todoroki, thankfully, is silent. When Bakugou thinks he has the mental energy to merely look at Todoroki once more, he's making a facial expression that screams, “I legitimately do not care way you're about to say but I know you're going to stay it anyway but could you hurry it up because I'm hungry.”
That's fine. Katsuki Bakugou can multitask.
He pulls a stool out and into the kitchen, grabbing Shouto by his shoulders and sits him down on it. “Stay,” he growls. Todoroki positively glares back. Bakugou then cooks them both a real dinner (chicken and veggies) and gives him a lecture about the dangers of consuming absolute garbage (death). Todoroki appreciates one of them much more than the other. The discussion about Todoroki's bad self-care habits continues well into the time where they're actually eating the dinner. “You just gotta eat better,” Bakugou says with his mouth stuffed full.
The piece of chicken that Bakugou's cuts next is too big to fit in his mouth all at once, so he uses his fork and his teeth to rip it into a smaller piece that he can chew.
A wrinkle forms on Todoroki's nose that screams, why oh why did you let this man into your home?
Bakugou frowns. “You can stop wrinkling your nose at me now.”
Todoroki rolls his eyes. “I am not wrinkling my nose at you. How would I even wrinkle my nose at someone? I was just-” Todoroki starts, all high and mighty like he's going to make a great point.
Bakugou interrupts him immediately. “Yeah, yeah. You're perfectly innocent, but that doesn't mean I have to sit through you treating your body like shit.”
Todoroki sighs and Bakugou knows he's about to win. It's Friday night so that can only mean Todoroki is thinking about two things: curling up like a human cat on Bakugou's lap while they watch a movie and then going to have sex. He might even just be thinking about having sex. He looks about four seconds away from saying something cheesy like, “Come over here and show me how I should be treated then, big guy.” He doesn't really think that Todoroki would ever call him 'big guy’ but still. Cheesy.
“Fine. Okay,” Todoroki says with a shrug.
“Great.” Bakugou stuffs another mouthful of chicken in before he continues. “Tomorrow morning we're gonna get up early and go get some real fucking food.”
“Early?” He whines, actually whines like the way Bakugou used to when his mom would make him go to bed extra early on Sunday nights before school.
“Yes. Early.” The words leave him in a growl. He's always been in awe of Todoroki's work ethic, but just how the guy can be one of the top ten heroes in the entire country and yet still be so fucking lazy continues to baffle him. One time Bakugou saw him set an alarm for one in the afternoon.
Todoroki finishes his meal and deposits his dirty dishes in the sink with a scowl. He folds his arms like a petulant child and leans against the counter in the kitchen Bakugou does the same. He can't help but take in Todoroki's cute little pouty mouth. Suddenly the roles reverse and he's the one thinking about sex while Todoroki is contemplating waking up early on his day off.
“I think you should go home,” Todoroki tells him, still scowling like he's just remembered that Bakugou does not in fact live with him.
“Too late,” Bakugou says, grinning. “If we start now we can get enough sleep to make it to the market before nine still.” He wraps his arms around Todoroki and brings him into a too-tight embrace.
Todoroki sighs.
“Please go home,” he tries once more, disturbingly close to right after they've both come. He's lying in his own mess on Bakugou's stomach, and Bakugou is a little afraid they'll get stuck together if they don't get up and clean off soon.
“Nope.”
“Please go home,” Todoroki tries again, his last stitch effort, when Bakugou's phone alarm wakes them (well, him. Bakugou had been up dicking around on the internet and letting Todoroki's unnaturally hot body keep him warm for awhile) up. He sounds close to tears. Bakugou is so, so very happy. The great hero Shouto brought down by one tiny cell phone alarm. He should sell the information to villains and get himself an apartment as nice as Todoroki's.
“Nope.” Bakugou takes mercy on the man and makes them both coffee. Bakugou technically slept in today, but they were up until almost midnight doing things much more fun than going to a market. He shoves a mug of the coffee and some eggs under Todoroki’s face which he obediently eats and drinks. He seems to perk up just enough after that to glare at Bakugou. It’s delightful.
Bakugou shoves a cap and sunglasses onto his face before shoving a beanie and sunglasses onto his own. He can normally go through an entire day without being recognized, but Todoroki has not only lived the majority of his life in some kind of spotlight, but is pretty damn recognizable. He’d rather spare their hero agency the nightmare of dealing with cranky, tired Todoroki telling small children off.
They both work for Endeavor’s hero agency. Bakugou’s not quite sure how it happened, but there really was no one better to help mentor him (and cover his property damages) on how to use a destructive quirk in the most productive way than the man who literally sets fire to everything. Endeavor pays well, and he was really happy to have Bakugou. His PR team is full of experts that know how to deal with a hero who doesn’t want to stop and pose for pictures. Bakugou knows he’s unlikable and he’d prefer to keep it that way. He sees how Deku gets stopped by civilians constantly while on duty. He’d rather not have to deal with that shit.
He’s even less sure how Todoroki ended up working for his dad. Bakugou suspects that it has something to do with a mixture of coercion and Shouto having a similar sense as he did-- fire equals damage, and his dad might be an asshole but he is still the number one hero. Bakugou also figures there’s specific perks to working for your very rich father, like the beautiful apartment they’re standing in now. It’s nowhere close to anything Bakugou could afford. He doesn’t question it, rarely does when it comes to the Todoroki family. There are some things that you just have to wait to be told.
Todoroki follows him on what seems to be autopilot as they take the train to the outskirts of the city. Bakugou has been to this market quite a bit before. He finds the entire journey relaxing. It’s a long train ride, and as expected, Todoroki falls asleep on his shoulder. Bakugou lets him, enjoying the way Todoroki’s warm side radiates heat onto him as the train rocks them back and forth.
“Hey half-and-half. We’re here.”
Todoroki wakes up in a flash, eyes blinking rapidly. Bakugou hands him the sunglasses that had slipped from his nose. Todoroki takes them without thanking him, apparently not awake enough to have his manners back online.
They exit the train and leave the station side by side. Bakugou hears Todoroki taking deep breaths next to him. The air is clearer out here. He wonders if he could make Todoroki go hiking.
“Oh,” Todoroki says when they’ve reached the market. His voice has a happy tilt to it. “This is really cute.”
It is fucking cute. The market is laid out in a park, the different stalls taking up most of what’s normally a place to walk and ride bikes through the green of the park. Bakugou grunts his approval and immediately starts meal planning for them both inside his head.
They go from stall to stall gathering items. Bakugou is picking out fresh peppers while Todoroki admires flowers at the stall next to him. From his side he hears, “Why don’t you buy some sunflowers for your husband? They’re yellow like his hair,” from the owner of the stall.
“He’s not my husband,” Comes Todoroki’s monotone reply.
“Oh! Your boyfriend then.”
“He’s not that either. But I will take a couple of these purple ones. My mother will love them.”
Todoroki’s right, they’re not dating. His words don’t make Bakugou flinch or sour. It’s just a fact. Todoroki and Bakugou have been fuck buddies for five years now. It had started in high school. They both got to a point where they were too pent up and too angry at each other to do anything but start fucking or kill each other. Murder was against the law so fucking won. He’s pretty sure he was Todoroki’s first. He’s not sure of Todoroki has fucked anyone else after. He doesn’t want to know, so he doesn’t ask.
Bakugou’s just been too busy himself to find someone else to sleep with, and it’s entirely too dangerous to date anyone as a pro hero, at least right now as he rises through the ranks, basically putting a bullseye on his back at all times. Todoroki’s a good lay. He knows Bakugou well. Puts up with his shit. Knows that sometimes after hard days Bakugou wants to scream and fight. Knows that sometimes after hard days Bakugou wants to sit silently in a dark room. He knows where Bakugou gets aches behind his shoulders and how to rub them. He knows how to make a blend of tea that makes Bakugou’s headaches go away when his brain overloads from the lights and sounds he’s had to emit. He knows what Bakugou needs and how to give it and Bakugou never has to ask him for it.
Bakugou does the same for Todoroki. He never says a word when Todoroki will have a nightmare so violent, so clearly ripped from his childhood, that he freezes the bed in his sleep. He knows that sometimes touch is hard for Todoroki, and sometimes he craves it. He knows that sometimes he’s mean to Bakugou just to pick a fight or to test him to see if he’ll leave and go home. He knows when it’s the right time to pack up his shit or hunker down, fight back and stay. He knows Todoroki’s favorite teas, his favorite foods, that he’d much rather read a book than watch tv. Bakugou doesn’t think either of them meant to get this close to each other, but here they are. It’s a good arrangement.
But it’s not love.
It’s not, and being reminded of it so clearly kind of snaps Bakugou out of the faux-domesticity he and Todoroki had fallen into for the past day. It happens more than Bakugou wants to admit. He decided a long while ago that it’s just deep in his lizard brain to find a warm body and want to settle down and take care of it. It doesn’t mean shit.
“Hey, Candy Cane.” Todoroki’s eyes snap up to him from the other stall. “I’m texting you the list of shit you need for the week. I’m gonna go get my own. Meet up with you in a bit.” He doesn’t wait for Todoroki to reply as he heads off.
About twenty minutes later, Bakugou’s phone starts buzzing. He opens it to see a picture of Todoroki’s left eye and a regular white potato next to it. The caption reads. “What’s a yam, Bakugou?”
“Worthless spoiled fucking brat,” Bakugou mumbles. But he calls Todoroki to try and find him, anyway.
They manage to get everything they need. Todoroki gets called an idiot so many times Bakugou actually starts to worry they’ll get recognized and tomorrow there will be a news headline about him verbally abusing pro hero Shouto. They stop at Todoroki’s apartment to drop his things off first because it’s closer, then Bakugou’s. Somehow, Todoroki manages to weasel his way into staying for dinner. Afterwards he rides Bakugou on the couch, moaning so loudly his neighbors start hitting the walls.
“You’re such a spoiled, little prince. Can’t even respect my neighbors,” Bakugou all but growls, hips fucking up into Todoroki’s.
“Ah,ah!” Todoroki moans, coming unexpectedly and immediately onto Bakugou’s stomach. They both blink at each other for a second.
Well, Bakugou thinks as Todoroki finishes him off with his mouth. Guess there’s always something new to learn about each other.
Bakugou eventually gets Todoroki dressed and starts to force him to go home. “I refuse to have you show up tomorrow at work in your father's office wearing my clothes.”
“Why not? It'd be fun.” Todoroki gets shoved out of his front door without a kiss goodnight.