And They Were Roomates. (KiriTodoBaku)

Todoroki's Ass

"Oh wait! It's right here – nevermind Todoroki!"

Once he'd risen from the depths, Todoroki turned around to see Kirishima, whose face was as red as his hair - remote in hand.

How strange.

...

Todoroki and Bakugou were having a sparring session. It was something they didn't get to do very often as work tended to be time consuming enough. 

They'd been at it for about 10 minutes and Todoroki was already planning on giving up. Bakugou didn't want to use quirks - so it was just hand to hand (something that Bakugou particularly excelled in). It wasn't that Todoroki was bad at it - but generally had less experience in as his quirk worked better long distance.

"Ready to eat dirt, Half n Half?"
"You wish."

Turns out Todoroki WAS going to eat dirt that day.

After 5 minutes of punches thrown back and forth, Todoroki launched a clumsy jab towards Bakugou's torso. Obviously Bakugou caught it and followed the momentum, pulling Todoroki towards him. With a well timed kick to the back of the knees, he fell to the ground - a heavy Bakugou landing on top of him and rapidly clasping his forearms behind his back.

But Todoroki knew not to lose without a fight.
Especially against Bakugou.

With his chest still held to the ground, he pushed his hips up to raise to his knees - lifting Bakugou up with him - attempting to throw him off his back.
But Bakugou was faster - shifting back in between his legs. He thrashed and kicked, hoping for an opening. The blonde growled in response, barely managing to keep him pinned down. A knee dug harshly into his shin, hand wrapping my around his ankle - if he weren't so tired he'd easily be able kick out.

At least that's what he's telling himself.

When did Bakugou get so strong?

"Give up, Halfy - you're not going anywhere."
Todoroki tried one last jolt before relaxing his muscles into surrender.

With the stop in motion, the only sound was the heavy breathing of the two men. Todoroki now realised they were in quite a provocative position. His chest pressed flat against the ground by Bakugou's upper body and hand that wrapped firmly around his forearms. But his stomach and hips raised up - weight on his knees. His ass pressed into Bakugou's crotch, who was kneeling in between his legs.

For a moment, he could barely breathe. The floor was cold against his cheek, contrasting the stifling heat of Bakugou's presence at his back.
The sheer fabric of the other's black tank top did nothing to camouflage the sheen of sweat over his skin. Todoroki watched a drop draw a trail down his neck, falling to his clavicle as he gulped. Shouto blinked as it fell on the back of his own neck - it burnt. 

He tensed as the hand on his forearms tightened, enough that he snapped his eyes back to meet red.
The reflection in the other's pupils made it look like everything around them was on fire.

Todoroki immediately looked away - for once, unable to stand the heat.
He heard Bakugou's breath tremble slightly, lips parted as he panted. There was a cut in the corner, Todoroki's own work. Faded swipes of blood tainted the skin of the his cheek. Shouto continued avoiding eye contact - even though he could feel Bakugou's glare boring into him.

Out of nowhere, Bakugou's hips bucked against his ass. The action ripped a gasp from his throat. The noise echoed in the empty hall - deafeningly loud. 

"Look at me."

With wide eyes and stuttered breath - Todoroki barely managed to look back. He was frozen. Ironic considering he felt on the verge of bursting into flames. The blonde wasn't even using his whole body weight against him anymore yet he couldn't move a muscle.

He opened his mouth to say something, anything - to cool the unbearable tension.
"Wha-"

"Announcement - ProHero Dynamight to the main office. Repeat - ProHero Dynamight to the main office." 

"Fuck."
Bakugou was off him in a flash, brushing himself off like nothing had happened. Todoroki let himself roll onto his back, ignoring the painful cramps the previous position had left him.

For a moment, Bakugou glanced down - hesitating. Todoroki tensed again at the gaze.

"Work on your left hand jabs - they're shit."

With the slam of the hall door, Todoroki finally felt like he could breathe again. Now he was alone he could feel his heart beating erratically. Fisting the fabric at his chest, he heaved in as much oxygen as he could. No matter how hard he tried - he couldn't blink the red out of eyes - trembling, not from being cold but... something else.

What was this feeling?