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There was few ways to admit everything but, perhaps, going piece by piece, would be for the better. 

Deciding to stay outdoor, rather than get inside the building, where others could possibly hear them, Shiniqua stayed on the porch, a bit relieved she got the attention of Todoroki. 

Her visage took a more pensive turn, almost uncertain if she really should say what has been going on lately, with Bakugou. On the other hand, felt tired on being silent. 

It takes her a moment but words are finally let loose. 

‘‘Bakugou got caught up in another, a latter kidnapping that went in the dark. The evildoer that got him, damaged him on a whole new level. I wanted to do something but i couldn’t do it, he told me not to’‘, which had a good reason for that.

‘‘What i am trying to say is, Bakugou is somekind of Nomu’‘, and she didn’t find this to be a laughing matter or was making up a joke.

He needed some time to process what he was told. Eyes were opened wide for a moment, not believing what he had just heard. He got kidnapped a second time? How didn't they know? Could that explain his behavior? Did their teachers know? Staring away for a moment, he tried to think of what to say. What he could do with the information he had found out and how to help the blond. Could he help the blond?

Staring at her with anger on his eyes he walked closer to her. “How many know about this?” he asked. “What is he doing and how long is this going on?” He was dead serious when he said those, ready to do anything if it meant he'd bring Bakugo back. He shouldn't let him leave. He should have followed him and stop him. Turning to the direction the other had left, he thought for a moment to catch up to him but it was too late now. A Nomu? “What does that mean?” Could he act without any conscience of what is going on? Could he act without his own will?

“Why didn't you stop him?” What were they supposed to do? He had to tell Aizawa. He had to make sure his teacher was aware of this. “Tell me everything you know.”

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Alright then, here's the headpats

He has found happiness

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With August closing in and its many rainfalls to come, as proven by the current weather, it was, thankfully, not that heavy but still. 

As soon as he got out of the dorms & stand on the porch structure, for a moment, vermillions notice whomst appeared to be outdoor, in the rain. ‘’Tch’’, a noise of annoyance, let loose to himself, then, open umbrella in hold, he walks over. 

‘‘Oi, atleast wear the appropriate things, against weather. You getting all wet, is going to make a mess, if you get back in’’. How annoying would that be. Either way, despite that greeting, Bakugou disregarded it utterly, in favor of moving the umbrella above his classmate.

Using his free hand, the blonde would simply settle his coat’s hood, over his head, hide hair & lupine ears.

He had been lost in his own mind for too much time and was almost caught off guard when the blond appeared, ready to complain for what he was doing. He needed a few seconds to stop having a confused expression on his face, unclench his muscles and relax again. Eyes stared at his classmate. He should have been used to the way the other talked. In time he had started to understand him a little bit more and even be interested in those kind of short interactions.

“I would make sure to get myself dry before entering” he reassured. Use his left side to dry both his body and his clothes. But since when was he that much concerned about getting the inside wet? He didn't know what else to expect from Bakugo.

When the umbrella had seemed to be above his own head, he could not help but tilt his head. He didn't know what to say or how to feel. Those small actions were what made him feel for seconds that the number one on their class had been caring - even a little - for any of them. For himself. He would thank him normally but he wasn't sure if doing that would have made the action be taken back out of shame. Was he going somewhere? “I just needed a moment to take some air”

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Another time?, he said. Right when the meal was presented?. 

As if he would waste food. 

Truthfully, as of lately, Bakugou had been quite the secluded, though not that strange, due to the wolf traits he wielded. Creatures of solitude, yet family oriented in time of needs. Selfless animals, ready to give up their life for another of their pack, unless an act of treachery occurs, banishment, really. They were such intriguing.

That aside, Bakugou had no business questioning what is classmates do, of their days. He’s not the prying type, which is quite the respectful trait to have. But yes, today, many had worked harder than most, he can’t deny this. 

Putting the pencil aside, his notes as well, to the point of blocking the view of what is written, the teen would grab at the silverware fork. Hiding the notes, with his arm lenght, was to avoid someone to read it, not that it was confidential. He’d simply rather not have a question directed to what he is doing in the kitchen with these, rather than his dorm room. 

‘‘Thanks, but i am not interested on the suggestion’‘, not while the meal is still warm. At a later time, the Miso wouldn’t have the same taste.

‘‘It turned to be a day of hardwork, for alot of us’‘, himself included.

He didn't expect the blond to accept the food in first place, so the fact he had been wanting to eat seemed like a small win for Todoroki which already had started to enjoy his meal. It was unusual for the two of them to simply sit together quietly. He didn't know if it was because they had been exhausted or more focused to eating but he came to face another more strange thing which Bakugo had said.

‘...for a lot of us.’ On his sayings, he usually excluded himself from everyone else. Something he did too on his beginning at U.A. So listening to him saying such a thing was something he didn't expect to hear. Not something directed to himself, at least. Knowing the relationship Midoriya and the other shared, he'd be certain that the green-haired was familiar with another side of Bakugo which he'd never get to see. He didn't know how to feel at the moment. Maybe he was overthinking things. He did that sometimes and more often lately.

He nodded, as he kept on eating. He could fill his stomach for now and then return on his studies. It was good enough but not a meal to be proud of. He still had to practice a lot more before being able to cook something proper. He kept glancing at him from time to time, mostly to see his reaction.

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What’s with the staring?.

There’s no way something decided to invite itself on his face, to make a mess. He had made sure to come out here, clean. However, the blonde chose not to question that and merely turn around, red hues looking for a stall, that offered drinks.

‘‘Yeah yeah. Are you thirsty or whatever?’’, he planned to stay off from big crowds, away from anybody unknown. 

He had begun to walk off, to a selling spot, to buy stuffs of interest, not minding if the other tag along.

Unaware of how long he had been staring at the other, when Bakugo turned around he started to stare at the crowd. Many people he didn't recognize but a lot more which he did. Some from their class and some from other courses which he had never interacted with. He disliked such events so why was he there? Oh yeah, he remembered. His eyes fell on the blond's back once again.

He shook his head at the question but realized that he wasn't on his range of vision anymore. Rethinking his first decision, he walked a little closer to see what was available. “I am” he said instead, so Bakugo would decide what or if he was going to bring him anything. Supporting himself against the wall, he placed his hands on his pockets. Formal wearing was usual for him when he had to attend any events alongside his old man but this occasion was different. He wasn't the only one at this age present. The music was loud but slow enough not to be annoying for him.

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Why did he needed to be reminded of something, of this event?. Its getting old.

The part lupine teen keeps going, despite the heard statements, despite who else was there. ‘’I don’t need your concerns, damn icyhot’’. Its not as if he would have an issue taking care of whoever would bother him, be it a criminal or some drunk thug. They’d end up suffering if getting in the way. Right now, it was his classmate though, and Bakugou still refused to look back.

‘‘Leave me alone, i can take care of myself’‘, he’s getting grumpy, at this point. 

The other kept walking. Todoroki was only staring at his back. He needed to go. He had no place there. He didn't need to be concerned for what Bakugo was doing in the middle of the night no matter if his guts were telling him otherwise. “I'd argue about that” he said, not able to tolerate much of the other's usual attitude himself. They could never be sure of what the League was up to. Bakugo had been their target once. It wasn't needed to make it easy for them to attack twice.

“You wouldn't mind for me to inform Mr. Aizawa for your departure then” he said with a cold look on his eyes as he turned around himself. He'd head to the dorms and let their homeroom teacher handle this than himself. Maybe he was overthinking about the other's actions. Maybe there was no actual reason to bother him any further.

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After making certain anyone, in the dorms, was asleep, or well, in their rooms at most, Bakugou was not hesitant in sneaking out, quite a specialty of his. 

After standing on his balcony, overlooking the area, to be sure no one was out & about, at such late hour, he jumped, only to quickly enter the foliages. Despite how vast the woods here, were, he had no difficulty moving around the dark. 

This time for sure, he’ll do what he must, he knows what to do. Wasting time was out of question.

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Todoroki was usually easy to notice. Heterochromatic hair was the first thing someone would see on him and the burn scar followed. It had been late at the night when he had woken up after a nightmare. A lot of times, he was waking up covered in a thin layer of ice and couldn't sleep after that time. He'd usually take a walk outside and today is as not an exception.

When he was about to leave the dorms, he heard a sound. Turning his head back and moving towards that place he could only see Bakugo who had seemed like he was sneaking out. Hadn't he seen him?Confused of why would the blond do such a thing, he followed him. He was aware that what the other wanted to do at such a time was not his business but there was something wrong about it.

For a moment that he had been really close, he called his name. “Bakugo!” he yelled. Could he have been sleepwalking? “Is something wrong?” he asked.

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He was minding his business, while being in the kitchen, away from others to keep busy. 

Preoccupied in writing down some stuffs, things that mattered to him only, Bakugou only focus his sight on the paper, not on whoever chose to enter this part of the whole building.

He’s all lost in thoughts, until the aroma of spices tickles at his nostrils. ‘’Hm?’’, pencil kept in grasp & slowly shifting his gaze up, vermillions notice the bowl of spicy Miso ramen. Although, the blonde’s eyes eventually stare at who even bothered making this, without asking in the first place. 

Weird, was there a reason for this?. Just for the sake of being nice or starting a conversation, wouldn’t exactly be the most unexpected response.

‘‘I’m not exactly starving but fine’’.

 He just wait and see what the other has to say. 

He wasn't the one to be good at cooking. He honestly had just started to learn how to make a few dishes from his sister. She obviously had been worried for what he was eating at the dorms so she had forced him to watch her and help her every time he visited. He had entered the kitchen, exhausted from training and starving. Iida wasn't easy on him when they studied together so he had one more reason to be anywhere else than the his bedroom or the common room. He had to fill his batteries before starting to study for the day.

Noticing the blond, it was unusual to not see him move around the place and make something which probably smelt great. He had eaten from his hands, once or twice when he had made a few extra plates and he was offered one by Kaminari or Kirishima or when they had been cooking together as a class. They all should have been exhausted, if he thought how far Aizawa had pushed them for the day. Making a few extra portions wouldn't have been a problem.

When he was done, a bowl was placed next to the blond. If anyone else wanted to eat, he'd let the rest of the bowls on plain sight. Himself, he sat down and took a bite from his own food. It wasn't bad but it wasn't like anyone else's he had tried. He stared at him when he heard him talk. “It was a hard day today. For me, at least.” he said, careful with his words so he wouldn't insult the other in any way possible. “You can eat it another time.”

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