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"Fuck you too Deku!"
Todoroki Shouto had finally had it. He had been silently tolerating the ever raging shit storm that was Bakugou Katsuki for three long years.
"K-K-Kachaan! I-I didn't mean it th-"
"Whatever shitty nerd. I ain't dealing with your goddammn useless ass anymore. Go find someone else to torture shit stain."
"K-Kachaan…"
He was sick to death of the childish tantrums. The continuous and ever growing vulgar vocabulary. Most of all, he was sick of seeing this exact expression plastered to Midoriya's face. Bakugou clearly failed to recognize or just didn't give a shit about the always present admiration Izuku had for the explosive hero. It left a sour taste in Shouto's mouth. No one ever had the courage to put the blonde in his place and subsequently, he was a conceited condescending asshole who thought he ran the show. It took three years but Shouto had had enough.
He waited until most of the class was in for the night before making his way to Bakugou's room. Taking a deep breath he called forth the memory of Izuku's heartbroken and devastated expression from earlier, letting it fuel his confidence.
knock knock knock
"Bakugou it's me, open up."
"The fuck you want Half n' Half? Do you know what fucking time it is?"
"This won't take long."
Shouto stepped back when he heard the door unlock. A disgruntled shirtless blonde glowered at him before holding open the door, signaling Shouto to enter. He had never been in Bakugou’s room before and was unsurprised by the borderline neurotic order and cleanliness.
“What.” Crimson eyes held Shouto in contempt only further adding to the swelling rage inside. His brows furrowed in response and he was aware of an abrupt shift in the air from the unspoken tension. The blonde was already anticipating a physical fight and for some reason, that was the icing on the cake.
“Why the fuck are you such an asshole?” The vitriol with which this simple question was asked seemed to surprise Bakugou and catch him off guard. His brows disappeared into his hairline as he took in the expression staring back at him.
“Holy shit, I didn’t know you knew how to cuss Icy Hot. Seems you finally hit puberty hah?” The shit eating grin that followed was abruptly met with a slap across the face that left Bakugou reeling.
“The fuck?” The rage was quickly building within as his hand touched his stinging cheek in sheer awe.
“How’d it feel Bakugou? To get slapped like a little bitch?”
“You’re dead…”
“Shut up.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Shut your goddamn mouth for once and fucking listen.” Shouto could feel his breaths coming hot and fast, his pulse skyrocketing. Anger feeding his inner flames into a raging inferno.
“You’ve got a pair on yo-” The next slap left the blonde speechless. He stared wide eyed and blinking rapidly. Obviously disoriented by the unsuspecting turn of events. His hand pressed firmly against his cheek.
“I have stood by for years watching you bully every single person you have ever met. Degrading everyone around you like you are some god . Well guess what? You’re not. You are nothing but a spoiled little manchild who still throws tantrums at eighteen years of age. Grow up Katsuki.” Blood rushed through Shouto’s ears, the drumming practically deafening. He closed in on the blonde who looked so taken aback, he was frozen in complete shock. Shouto’s icy fingers clutched the blonde’s jaw painfully tight before bringing them practically nose to nose.
“You’ve never met the real me Katsuki, no one here has. Did you really assume I was some quiet oblivious “extra” following along with the rest of the herd? I’m no fucking sheep and you’re no shepard asshole. I was raised by goddamn Endeavor. Think about that for a moment before you open your mouth and embarrass yourself further.” The blonde had turned a lovely shade of pink all the way to the tips of his ears, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights. The power and satisfaction of seeing this brute of a man at his mercy was invigorating.
“Now you listen to me and you had better listen well. I will crush every bone in your body and incinerate you until there is not a goddamn thing left. My flame will burn so hot your parents won’t even be able to identify you by your dental records. So help me fucking god if I have to see that heartwrenching expression on Midoriya’s face one more time, I will end you. You got that?” When the blonde said nothing in response, Shouto lost it. He grabbed a handful of golden colored fluff and yanked his head back till his body went taught.
“I said, you got that Katsuki?” The words were practically hissed through his seething demeanor. He watched the man’s adam’s apple bob dramatically as he swallowed. A shallow nod was all that greeted him in reply but Shouto was feeling merciful and took it before releasing Bakugou.
“Jesus Fucking Christ.” The blonde hissed breathlessly as he reassessed his surroundings. Dark crimson bore into mismatched iris’s as he appraised the dual hero in a whole new light.
“Scared?” Shouto teased letting loose a little smile.
“Fuck no. More like impressed. Didn’t know you had a pair Icy Hot.” It wasn’t said in a goading manner. More of something akin to reverence. Shouto wasn’t sure how to feel about that. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. The blonde immediately threw his hands in the air as a sign of surrendering.
“Easy there killer. I was actually paying you a compliment.”
“You need to work on your bedside manner.” The dual hero retorted rather petulantly causing the blonde to smile in amusement.
“Yeah well, communication ain’t exactly my strong suit.”
“We all noticed. Isn’t that something you should consider working on with graduation only a few months away?”
“You got any tips Icy Hot?” That was definitely sarcasm this time.
“I dunno Katsuki. Maybe try being nice?”
“Tch. Yeah right. And when that doesn’t work?” Shouto rolled his eyes sighing.
“Try rubbing one out.” It would have been hilarious to any other person, especially with it said so deadpan in typical Todoroki fashion. Only Katsuki was frowning and suddenly seemed distracted.
“You know I don’t do that shit right?” His expression pure disdain.
“What. Jerk off?” Katsuki didn’t respond, only continued to glare angrily.
“Wait, you’re serious?”
“You know, for being so smart you’re a goddamn dumbass sometimes Half n’ Half.” Shouto just stared at the blonde completely lost serving to only further frustrate the explosive man.
“Do the math genius. My quirk comes from sweat collecting on my palm. You really think I want my dick anywhere near that shit while creating friction?”
“Oh. Oh my god, you’re serious. K-Katsuki….I’m so sorry…”
“Don’t fucking apologize for that shit it’s weird as fuck. Besides, I don’t need to do that shit anyway. I get all my tension out in the gym and from fighting.”
“So you've .. .never jacked off before?”
“Pretty sure that’s what I just said. And quit looking at me like that. You think I need your pity because I ain’t a pervert like the rest of you sick fucks?”
“Katsuki, there’s nothing perverted about attending to your biological needs.”
“I already told you, I take care of that at-”
“-It’s not the same. When was the last time you, ya know, climaxed or whatever?”
“How fucking stupid are you? I just told you a second time and now a third, I don’t DO that kinda shit!” Shouto’s brows shot to the ceiling.
“What about, wet dreams and stuff?”
“Wet dreams? Like what, piss the bed?”
“Oh...Oh my god….”
“What the fuck?”
“Y-You’ve never? Like ever?”
“Icy Hot, what in the goddamn hell are you talking about haah?!”
Shouto couldn’t explain it. On some strange biological level he felt horrified for Bakugou. Eighteen years old and never once climaxed? Involuntary or otherwise? How is that even possible?! That wasn’t fair. The guy not only had a shit personality which made affection obsolete, but he couldn’t even jerk himself off? No fucking wonder Bakugou was so goddamn pent up and miserable! He had to help right? Do something. He couldn’t imagine being in Katsuki’s position. He sincerely doubted the blonde would allow anyone to touch him. Even if it was only to help. He had to try or this would eat away at him. Thankfully Shouto was very comfortable in his sexuality and knew he preferred men a long time ago. Katsuki was physically sexy as hell, IF you could get past ...well, everything else.
“Um. C-Can I ask you something?”
“You just fucking did.”
“Seriously Bakugou.”
“What now?” The blonde was clearly not in the mood for anymore bullshit.
“What’s your...um, what’s your preference?”
“Haah? My preference is to be left the fuck alone Icy Hot!”
“Your sexual preference.”
Clearly Bakugou was not expecting that question. His brows shot up in surprise and he looked genuinely perplexed.
“Why? You askn’ me out Half n’ Half?” The egotistical smirk that followed caused Shouto’s face to twist once more into something less favorable. It was actually cute how quickly Katsuki shuffled his way out of it.
“Jesus Todoroki, I don’t fucking know! I’ve never given it any thought to be honest.”
“You’ve never felt a pull toward one sex or the other? Haven’t you ever found anyone attractive before?”
“Look, it’s late. I need my sleep. If you think I’m an asshole on a regular basis, just see how much worse it is when I don’t get enough rest. Besides, I don’t need the birds and the bee’s talk from the likes of you.”
“Katsuki-”
“Go Shouto. Just go the fuck back to your room where you belong.”
“But-”
“GO!”
“No. Not yet.”
The blonde sighed loudly pinching the bridge of his nose.
“What the ever loving FUCK do you want Halfie?!”
“To help.”
“Help with WHAT?!”
“I um ...let me suck your dick.”