Bakugou Doesn't Let That Shit Slide - Blog Posts

🌻Excerpts from my bkdk WIP: Trophy Husband, Who?🌻

1- Todoroki and Bakugou are (fr)enemies interning at Endeavor Law together

2- Todoroki, Ochako, and Izuku are roommates

3-Izuku just wants to introduce Todoroki to his new boyfriend (who is the only reason Todoroki has experienced cleanliness in their apartment's shared spaces in years).

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Todoroki makes a point of bringing out the brownies while all of the interns are gathered in the little conference room, quietly working. He’d packed a plastic bag with the four best-looking ones from the bunch and hands one to Yaoyorozu and then to Iida, both of them pleased and surprised, before keeping the last two for himself. 

Bakugou throws a pencil that bounces off of Todoroki’s forehead. “What the fuck?” he complains. 

Todoroki finally makes eye contact with the man. “Oh, did you want one Bakugou?” he asks pleasantly and his rival freezes, caught between his entitlement and his ego. 

“This is delicious Todoroki, thank you,” Yaoyorozu supplies into the tense silence, winking with the eye Bakugou can’t see from where he’s sitting and Todoroki quickly decides that he’d marry Yaoyorozu if she asked. 

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“Hey!” Izuku calls happily. “You’re home early.” 

Todoroki pauses halfway to his bedroom and levels his roommate with a blank stare. “I think my father might be God,” he says, dread dribbling from the syllables and spilling at his feet next to the popcorn crumbs. 

Izuku’s smile wavers. “O-oh,” he replies uncertainly. “At least there’s always hell?” Then he visibly cringes.

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“Deku, what the hell is this?” Katsuki asks. He’s standing in his boyfriend’s living room with his hands on his hips, much like the first time he came over except this time Round Face is nowhere in sight and the space itself has upgraded from complete pigsty to teenage boy’s bedroom. 

It’s not that much of an improvement. 

Deku, meanwhile, is sitting pretty on the couch with the brightness of his smile cranked up so high Katuski has no doubt he’s trying to distract him. 

“Why is there popcorn all over the floor?” Katsuki presses because pretty-boy smiles can’t distract him if he’s stuck staring at the abandoned kernels in dismay, several of them already smooshed into the rug below where unlucky passersby didn’t see them. “And that blanket looks too weirdly placed to not be hiding some oblong mess.”

Deku straightens, less strategically cute and more genuinely nervous. “The popcorn is there for moral reasons, I swear,” he tells Katsuki. 

Katsuki just raises an eyebrow and says, “Uh huh.”

“No, I promise!” Deku continues. “It all started with this little argument I had with Ochako that, you know, it actually had really very reasonable grounds and it’s technically her job to pick up the popcorn so I can’t do it because that would be giving in and- and we’re supposed to resist the establishment-”

“Deku,” Katsuki says flatly, because whatever justification he’s concocted for leaving the popcorn on the ground is complete and utter bullshit and they both know it. “What am I gonna find beneath the blanket?”