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[kaheyama]

is air so sweet? (1,211)

“As far as first kisses go, it’s very wet.”

PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto

RATING: teen and up audiences

TAGS: canon compliant; rain; sharing an umbrella; first kiss

for todobakumonth2020: day 1 - [weather]; slice of life

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Bakugou is getting ready to leave the building and return to their dorms when someone comes up beside him.

“Oh. It’s raining.”

Bakugou chooses to ignore the comment.

“I didn’t bring an umbrella.”

Bakugou, who has just pulled out his, grits his teeth and continues to not pay his classmate any mind.

“I don’t know if my quirk will keep my right side dry though…”

“The fuck do you want me to do about it?!” Bakugou whirls on Todoroki, very narrowly missing him with the tip of his umbrella. The weather has already put Bakugou in a bad mood, he doesn’t need stupid Todoroki to sour it further.

“Normally people would offer to share their umbrella,” and when Bakugou just stares at him like he’s crazy Todoroki adds, “I think.”

“Do I seem like a normal fucking person to you?”

“Yes?”

Todoroki proceeds to give Bakugou a once-over, as if to make sure, then looks at him with innocent eyes. Bakugou growls and faces away, wanting to hide the imminent redness on his cheeks. That was on him; he shouldn’t have said anything.

“I can hold the umbrella,” Todoroki offers, as if that’s the big issue here.

“You’re not holding shit,” Bakugou tells him.

He opens the umbrella and holds it up before stepping into the rain. Todoroki joins him without a word, and Bakugou doesn’t protest.

Together, they begin heading home.

“I really think you should let me hold the umbrella.”

“Fuck off.”

Bakugou’s not about to relinquish control of his umbrella just because Todoroki says so.

Even if he does have a point.

Over the course of their journey so far, Bakugou has: gotten Todoroki wet by holding the umbrella too much on his side; gotten himself wet when trying to rectify the position; gotten both of them more wet after he lost his grip when Todoroki bumped into him; and gotten Todoroki’s hair caught in the wires by bringing the umbrella too low.

It’s hard holding an umbrella for two people, okay?

Still, he’s going to trudge through, and he is not going to let Todoroki stop him.

That is, until a sudden strong gust of wind blows past and carries the umbrella out of Bakugou’s hand. 

Before he can even make an attempt to reach for it, Todoroki encases the whole thing in ice, effectively stopping it from getting away. 

He then grabs the handle and melts the ice with his fire, before putting the umbrella back over their heads. 

Bakugou, so shocked and also turned on by the events, just lets him. 

They walk the rest of the way to the dorms with Todoroki holding the umbrella, and Bakugou finds it frustratingly more comfortable than when he was the one holding it.

When they reach the bottom of the steps leading up to their dorm entrance, Todoroki says, “Bakugou.”

For the first time, Bakugou wishes the trip was a lot longer. He doesn’t want to leave this bubble created by his umbrella with just him and Todoroki inside just yet. 

Before Todoroki can continue, the rain suddenly gets stronger and heavier. It’s loud, and instead of moving under actual shelter or heading inside, Todoroki leans down, closer to Bakugou so he can hear.

“Thanks for letting me share.”

And Bakugou can feel Todoroki’s breaths against his skin. 

“Yeah whatever,” is what Bakugou responds with, but he’s only being curt to hide the redness on his cheeks; to pretend that his face isn’t getting heated from being shown gratitude.

He considers stepping out into the rain to calm himself down, but realises that would probably make it more obvious that something was up, so he painfully remains where he is, with Todoroki’s nose nearly touching his.

“Bakugou,” Todoroki says again, and what is it this time?

Bakugou looks at the half-and-half bastard, stares right into his eyes, and watches—in seemingly slow motion—as they flick down to his lips and back up again. 

When their eyes meet once more, Bakugou swears he’s swimming in oceans of aqua and grey.

Had they been this close before?

As they hold this disgustingly soft gaze, Todoroki’s hand comes up to cup Bakugou’s cheek.

Bakugou holds his breath as Todoroki’s face inches closer and closer, and then he closes his eyes, and then— 

There’s a gentle thud, and Bakugou’s lips are still untouched, so he opens his eyes again to see what’s going on.

What he gets is a very funny scene wherein Todoroki is trying to reach Bakugou but keeps having trouble with the umbrella pole between them.

When Bakugou laughs at him, Todoroki actually pouts and glares, but he doesn’t stop making his increasingly futile attempts.

If Bakugou wasn’t so completely endeared and enamoured by Todoroki’s actions right now he would think it was sad, but luckily for Todoroki, Bakugou is impatient and couldn’t currently care less about his stupid umbrella.

He gives Todoroki another chance though, maybe he’ll magically get it on the tenth try, and he kind of gets close?

His lips brush the tip of Bakugou’s nose, and as nice of a sensation as that is, it only goes to show Bakugou how much better an actual kiss will be, so he mutters, “Fucking hell,” and then smacks the umbrella right out of Todoroki’s hand.

Todoroki seems taken aback by what just happened, he watches what was just in his hands fly away with the wind. Bakugou sends it a wistful glance too, before planting his hands on Todoroki’s cheeks and finally, finally letting their lips meet.

As far as first kisses go, it’s very wet.

The rain seeps through their uniform and onto their skin—they’re no doubt going to be soaking by the time they get inside, and their hair is plastered to their forehands and gets tangled in their hands and— Their bags. Oh no, their bags. They have devices and notebooks and homework inside, however the two of them are clinging onto each other like it’s the first and last time, and not even for all the glory and fame in the world is Bakugou going to stop now.

It’s incredibly stupid. They might catch a cold or have to borrow notes or even ask for an extension on assignments and how are they going to explain to their friends, much less Aizawa-sensei, that all of it is because they wanted to stay kissing in the rain?

But, it’s also incredibly dramatic, and who is Bakugou if not someone who thrives off the grandiose?

And it really is something else, with the rain droplets on their skin, trailing down the curves of their faces and into their open mouths when they part for air. It should be disgusting, and it definitely sounds gross, but in Bakugou’s kiss-hazed mind he feels like it joins him and Todoroki even more.

Consolidates the fact they’re connected, coming together and becoming one.

Certainly, that is the case when they walk up the stairs and into the elevator; holding hands, red-lipped and hair mussed, to the shocked and amused stares of their classmates.

Bakugou guesses they won’t have to explain anything to them—it’s as clear as day.

After the elevator doors close, Bakugou forgets once again why he ever thought air was the most sweet.

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