Walking slowly through the courtyard, watching the pavement as the orange leafs fell gently from their branches Todoroki fixed out his tie peacefully.
It was quiet, so very quiet, and the only hunch that Bakugou tread this way was the matter of his very own instincts.
A gut feeling so to say.
It may be that he himself walks these paths when clearing his head, perhaps searching for a sanctuary in which he can rest his head and imagine the soft thumping of his mother's heartbeat.
Such peace was perfect for such occasions and therefore he felt as if this would be the one and only place of recovery for him.
Midoriya had told him of how Bakugou had injured himself, with the severe burns and toxicity details involved.
He was reckless to continue fighting.
Injury was inevitable and he replaced concern with ignorance, as does he do with his other classmates...a habit like that can cost you your life.

"Seems like a reflex" Todoroki thought "An instinct reaction"

Moments later his eyes set upon the lost boy, slouched upon a bench bandaging his arm in annoyance.
From what Todoroki could tell he was going about the operation all wrong, a childhood of aiding himself proving his superstition.
Impatient per usual.
He walked up to him and watched observantly.

"The hell are you looking at?!" He snapped

"Nothing" Todoroki replied "may I sit with you?"

Bakugou growled and said nothing, looking back to his arm.
With that Todoroki sat regardless of his gut intentions, continuing to watch the miserable failure.

"Would you like me to do that for you?" He asked

"I'm perfectly capable!" Bakugou grumbled

"Looks like it" he replied sarcastically

Bakugou jolted and looked to him"Fuck off half and half, you don't know shit!"

He threw the bandages away and crossed his arms, the burning becoming more apparent as it caught Todorokis line of sight.
Glancing away was almost impossible, the swelling and abstract bruising across his right arm forcing him to recover the bandages and sit back down.

"Give me your arm" he ordered

"Fuck no!" Bakugou replied

"Give me your arm or it will get infected, if it gets infected you will have to have it amputated, and when its ampurated you will only have one hand to use during battle, DO YOU WANT THAT?" Todoroki stared into Bakugou's palms, daring not make eye contact.

As much as he wanted to hide it the matter did concern Bakugou.
Without his hands his power was practically useless..

"Urgh!...fine, get it over with jackass" he eventually stated, slouching his cheek on his left palm and giving Todoroki his right. "Why do you even care if I get weaker?"

Todoroki first revelled up his sleeve and positioned the bandage to the highest point of the burns which surprisingly almost stretched up to his shoulders.
Having to get his arm into a more appropriate position to bandage he forced upon Bakugou to set his hand on his knee as too allow leeway for the rotations.
Bakugou would be lieing if he said he wasn't uncomfortable, but as usual he ignored the matter.

"I don't care" Todoroki finally stated after reaching the elbow "Midoriya does and that's all that matters"

"Did he send you after me?! Why that little!-" he was interrupted

"No, I came on my own terms, in fact he encouraged otherwise" Todoroki stated "but he does care for you, regardless of how many times you knock him down"

Upon rolling his eyes Todoroki scowled and tugged on the bandage, making Bakugou jolt in an alarmed manner and shoot a glare towards him.
Their fierce eyes met before disengaging.
Cupping Bakugou's hand he began winding it through the gap of the forefinger and the thumb, covering the knuckles and leaving the fingers untouched.

"You talk like he's your fuckboy" Bakugou grumbled

"No, however we are friends...I often think about him when I'm alone, here is my favourite spot to do so...have you also come here to think of someone?" Todoroki questioned, glancing up for a mere moment to watch a startled expression ignite before his very eyes.

A blush became obvious as he pulled his arm away, covering it with his sleeve.

"Like fuck you know what's going on in my head" he grumbled selfishly.

Todoroki gave no reaction and knelt back on the bench softly, staring up at the trees quietly.
As he did so, pondering so obliviously, Bakugou replayed what he'd said within his head and growled to himself.
He slouched forward and pulled out his phone, reading a just received text from Kirishima.
It was short and simple.

"Wanna hang out?"

What was that meant to mean?
He confesses love and still he acts as though nothing happened?!

"Stupid asshole" he mumbled, Todoroki listening in.

"Have you ever just-just hated someone so bad that! That! GR! You can't stop thinking of them?!" Bakugou yelled

Todoroki nodded.

"And no matter how hard you try you can't ignore it?!"

He nodded again.

"WHY DOES IT HAPPEN?!" He finally added

Todoroki thought for a moment, staring into oblivion before blinking gently and glancing up.

"Admiration" was what left his lips.

"A-Admire, I admire no one!" Bakugou replied

"You admire AllMight" he stated calmly.

"Yeah but-but that's differen-"

"How so?"

"It's just is-!"

Todoroki gripped Bakugou by the collar and pulled him in closely, their eyes staring.

"Midoriya admires you just as he admires AllMight, he can hate you at times but once you acknowledge him he's overwhelmed with happiness"

At the word spoken Bakugou glared.

"You sound like you love him" he sneered

"I do" Todoroki stated in response "I love him so much, and I would gladly die for him"

The air went silent and the trees howled, the cotton clouds stretching across the sky like a soft heavenly blanket set to engulf the earth.
All light was drained form their faces and it was then that the two realized their close and unfortunate contact.
Neither made a sound as they released.

"All I'm saying is that...if you need to talk to someone you shouldn't hide it from them" he stated "just have out with it-"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! Stop relating this too him! What if I have already done that huh?! I opened up and it slammed back in my face!" He stood and glared down at Todoroki. "You don't know a damn thing about me so maybe you should mind your own god damn business and stop trying to interfere with mine!?"
He practically screamed

Todoroki accepted the yell and stayed quiet as he began leaving.

"You're forgetting your bandages" he said quietly

"FUCKING KEEP THEM!" was all that returned.

Infuriated, irritated, pent up with so much emotion he decided to have lunch in the halls instead of the main cafeteria, peace and quiet would be nice for a time.
He knew it was prohibited on school grounds or anywhere for that matter but he really did need a smoke.
It was the only thing that could truly try to defuse him...
Taking deep inhalations, savouring the flavour and scent before letting it exhale through his nostrils like a savage bull he sat alone.
He ran his fingers through his hair and stared at his phone screen that layed limp on the table by the last cigarette in his hand.
Why was he being such a-a coward?!
Why was suddenly his mind clouded?!
Growling he propped the cigarette into his lips before picking up the phone, puffing at it while beginning the text back.

"Why would I do that shitty hair?" His expression was blank and firm.

It didn't take long and a reply soon came
"We need to talk"

"About what" he stated

The texts became instantly responded.

"About last night! I...I hurt your feelings, I can tell, it would be nice though just to get this sorted"

He groaned and crumpled the cigarette end on the table.

"Fiiiiine, what are we going to do" he questioned

"Meet me before class starts, just outside the cafeteria maybe?"

"Too crowded, come to the class 1-A halls, I'm already here"

"Why haven't you come to the cafeteria?"

"Can't be assed"

But all honesty, he didn't want to approach anyone.
After the rejection his mind had gone on full alert mode, wanting to know what people are thinking exactly as they do it, scowling to cover his humiliation.
He did want to sit by Kirishima and prevent him from informing others...he tried this morning but just couldn't bring himself to sit next to the God.
That beautiful hair, luscious eyes, manly damn scar, he was the pure image of masculinity.
A dream boy.
Even the slightest thing he did captivated Bakugou.
Just the other week they had went out to dinner with the whole of class 1-A and he paid for everything!
The food, the restaurant, the suits!
He even made him wear a tie!

Not long passed and he began hearing footsteps treading down from the halls, the unsettling feeling tingling within his stomach knocking him nervous.
Ah shit...