Denki and Kirishima stared in shock as they arrived at Bakugo's house, both of their mouths practically hanging open.
"Dude... your house is massive!" Denki exclaimed, spinning around to take in the size of the property.
"Tch. Yeah, like I care what you think, spark plug," Bakugo growled, already irritated by the attention.
"Well, dang!" Denki clutched his chest dramatically as if Bakugo's words had physically wounded him.
Kirishima patted him on the back in mock comfort. "It's okay, bro. You'll recover!"
"Shut it, both of you!" Bakugo snapped, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Just follow me, and don't touch anything!"
As the group walked inside, Izuku trailed behind, his steps confident and familiar. He didn't need Bakugo's directions—he already knew the layout of the house like the back of his hand.
When they reached Bakugo's room, Denki's jaw dropped for the second time that day.
"Dude... your room is huge!" he muttered in awe, eyes darting around the space.
"Tch. Yeah, like you," Bakugo grumbled, glaring at him.
Denki faked a tear, clutching his chest. "Well, dang!"
Kirishima pretended to console him, draping an arm over his shoulder. "There, there. Don't take it personally."
Bakugo rolled his eyes before stomping over to his closet, yanking it open. He reached for a few pillows and blankets, intending to grab just enough for the group, but before he could finish, Sero barged past him.
"Why grab just a few when you can grab them all?" Sero exclaimed, tossing pillows and blankets out of the closet in a chaotic mess.
"knock it off!" Bakugo shouted, scrambling to catch some of the falling pillows.
Meanwhile, Denki and Todoroki grabbed a couple of blankets and began trying to assemble a fort.
Bakugo groaned loudly, his frustration growing by the second. "What the hell are you extras doing?! This isn't preschool!"
Izuku, standing off to the side, noticed Bakugo's leg bouncing slightly—a subtle but familiar sign of his growing discomfort. Without hesitation, Izuku approached, gently taking both of Bakugo's hands in his own.
"I've got this," Izuku whispered, his voice steady and calming.
Bakugo stiffened at the contact but didn't pull away, his gaze flickering toward Izuku's kind eyes.
Izuku cleared his throat loudly, immediately catching everyone's attention. The room went silent, the others staring at him with wide eyes.
"Who wants pizza?" Izuku asked, his tone sweet and cheerful.
"ME, ME, ME!" Denki and Sero shouted, their hands shooting into the air like excited kids.
"Alright, then everyone head downstairs!" Izuku instructed, his smile bright and encouraging.
As the group began making their way downstairs, Todoroki lingered in the doorway, his gaze fixed on Bakugo and Izuku.
"Don't get so nervous all the time. I'm right here, darling," Izuku said softly, giving Bakugo's hands a reassuring squeeze.
Bakugo's cheeks turned pink at the affectionate nickname, but his smile quickly faded.
"Stop calling me that..." he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Izuku tilted his head in confusion. "Did you mean don't call you 'darling'? Why?"
Bakugo sighed heavily, his expression growing sadder as he mumbled something under his breath.
"What was that?" Izuku asked, leaning closer.
"Never mind, Zukie. Let's just go," Bakugo grumbled, brushing past him.
Izuku smiled, his mood immediately brightening. "Okay!" he chirped, happily skipping downstairs.
Bakugo stayed behind, taking a deep breath as he debated whether to follow or not.
"What's on your mind?" Todoroki's calm voice broke the silence.
Bakugo's head snapped up, startled. "Nothing tha—well, you see..."
"All ears," Todoroki encouraged, stepping further into the room.
Bakugo hesitated before sighing deeply. "It's just so confusing. He does all these things—holding my hand, calling me sweetie and darling, helping me when I'm nervous. It's driving me insane. I don't know if he's just doing it because we're best friends or if it's because he likes me the way I—"
His words trailed off, his lips fumbling as he tried to finish the sentence.
"The way you like him?" Todoroki finished, his tone gentle but knowing.
Bakugo's cheeks flushed as he looked away. "Yeah. I just... I don't want to screw things up. If he doesn't feel the same, it's not worth the risk."
Todoroki tilted his head thoughtfully. "From what I've seen, Midoriya isn't trying to mess with your feelings. He probably doesn't even realize how much his actions affect you. But I'd bet he feels the same way—you just need to give him a chance to figure it out."
Bakugo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt to push my feelings aside. I just... don't want to ruin what we have."
Todoroki stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on Bakugo's shoulder. "Trust me. He loves you no matter what."
Before Bakugo could respond, Izuku's voice rang out. "What are you two doing?"
Bakugo glanced up, his eyes widening at the sight of Izuku standing in the doorway, his expression a mix of irritation and confusion.
"Nothing," Todoroki replied smoothly, a small smile tugging at his lips.
He leaned forward, grabbing Bakugo's hand and pulling him toward the door.
"Hey, what are you—?!" Bakugo started to protest, but Todoroki cut him off with a soft, "Shh, trust me."
Izuku's eyes narrowed, his gaze locking onto their entwined hands. "How about we all go downstairs now?" he said, stepping between them.
Before Todoroki could respond, he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the back of Bakugo's hand.
"Okay, that's enough!" Izuku snapped, grabbing Bakugo's wrist and dragging him toward the stairs.
Bakugo yelped in protest. "What the hell, izuku?!"
Izuku ignored him, his grip firm as he led Bakugo downstairs.
Todoroki chuckled softly to himself as he watched them go. "I knew it. He's jealous," he murmured, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face. "My plan to make him realize his feelings is in action."
IZUKUS POV:
(Bare with me I'm not good at doing POVS of certain characters)
I skipped away happily from Kacchan, but as soon as I reached the stairs, I noticed Todoroki but didn't question it. I was so confused why he doesn't want me calling him these cute nicknames; I love watching how flustered he gets, thinking I don't notice—it's adorable. I went downstairs and sat down next to Denki, Kirishima, and Sero. Thank goodness Kacchan's parents were out because they were acting crazyyyyy.
I ordered some food, asking them what toppings they wanted. I ordered 1 pepperoni and 1 bacon. Once I finished, they started hitting me with pillows, and I laughed softly, quickly grabbing one to hit them back.
All of a sudden, Sero spoke up,
"Hah, Midoriya better go get Todoroki; I bet he's upstairs stealing your man!"
I gave him a confused face,
"My man...?" I whispered for only myself to hear.
That's odd!! But still, I got mad. What did they mean he was stealing my Kacchan? I went upstairs, but when I reached Kacchan's bedroom, Todoroki was so close to him with a hand on his shoulder—like too close for comfort—and it looked like he was telling him something I couldn't quite hear. Kacchan's head was down, playing with his hands, something he did when he was nervous, except Todoroki was comforting him instead of me?!?
I rose my voice nice and loud, anger I didn't realize was quite there shooting out through my tone of voice,
"What are you two doing?"
I was feeling this odd feeling like I was mad but wasn't quite mad. I was...jealous? But of what?!?
All of a sudden, Todoroki grabbed Bakugo's hand and dragged him forward to me, and saying I was mad was an understatement. I stared at their entwined hands with pure disgust. Suddenly, without realizing, some words slipped out,
"How about we all go downstairs now?"
I stopped between them, my body just moving on its own.
And then he took it too far. Todoroki leaned down, and in a matter of seconds, kissed my Kacchan's hand?!?!
I screeched out a messy,
"Okay, that's enough!"
I hated seeing Kacchan flustered by people besides me. I grabbed Kacchan's wrist, dragging him down the stairs, ignoring his,
"What the hell, Izuku?!"
I didn't care, my grip firm and tight as we finally descended down the stairs.
