@ ChokeMeMegumi : Please tell me you guys saw the picture of Deku kissing Shouto in broad daylight LMAO

@ TodoDekuLover: CONFIRMED! Pro-Heroes Shouto and Deku are dating!!! Knew it from the start!

@ MackerelForever: I thought it was cos of a quirk tho???

@ TobeFLYYY: Loool defo a cover up XD

@ PhantomThief: Doesn't Shouto look really uncomfortable?!

@ K3ttl3sRul3: Isn't that just his face lol.

@ BakuCanBlow: FUCK DEKU

@ GayForUsui: Deku looks way too into it wtf

@ InternationalPlayboy: This SHOT to #1 trending omg

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Honestly, Todoroki wasn't entirely sure how he made it back home.

But he was okay.

He was absolutely fine.

His keys fell to the floor in a metallic jumble.

He was just a little shocked.

Maybe marginally overwhelmed.

Squatting down, he picked them back up to attempt opening the apartment again. They rattled unhelpfully in the lock.

Almost magically, the door slammed open.

Oh, it was already unlocked.

He forgot to check that...

"Todoroki."

Bakugou was at the door, fist holding the wood so tight - he swore he could hear it cracking.

"I- um." His voice came out weirdly shaky.

Before he could mumble another word, Kirishima popped out from behind the stiff blonde.

"We heard what happened." Kirishima spoke in a softer tone, though it also seemed unnaturally tense. Shouto couldn't help but shuffle his feet awkwardly, uncomfortable with the heavy atmosphere.

"Yeah... It was just a quirk. No big deal-"

Suddenly, Bakugou was yanking him into the apartment by his shirt collar, almost choking him in the process.

"No big deal?! I'm going to kill that fucking shit for even daring to kiss you! He deserves to rot in fucking he-"

Todoroki swiftly cut out Bakugou's rant, attempting to push past and go to his room.

He just needed to sort out the mess inside his head.

"Bakugou- he's still my friend. He didn't mean to do it. I'm sure he's freaking out right-"

"I don't FUCKING care!" The blonde retaliated, stepping sideways to block his path. He rebounded off the heated chest and was forcefully slammed back into another ridiculously solid body.

"I'm sorry Todoroki but I'm not exactly happy about it either..."

He was surprised to find Kirishima behind him, grumbling with his arms crossed.

The two men sandwiched him, eyes drilling into his form.

He felt... tense.

"But-"

"I can't handle the thought that fucking touched what's mine." Bakugou growled ominously, crowding impossibly closer to suffocate Todoroki further.

"I-"

He jumped as hard fingers pressed possessively into his waist, almost digging into his skin.

"No one else can touch you." Kirishima murmured, leaning down to bite at his ear.

It wasn't long till Todoroki was forced into the bedroom. He couldn't help but feel strangely unnerved - almost like he was overwhelmed. And not the normal overwhelmed. He just wanted to curl up in his room and sleep off the weirdness of what happened.

...

He felt... nauseous?

After some rough pulling and shoving, he was pinned to his own bed, wrists chained by Kirishima's unbreakable grip. The red head was biting into his neck, no doubt leaving marks that would last for weeks. The indents were starting to sting. There wasn't the same warm rush of pleasure as before - no tingling excitement.

Why did he feel so uncomfortable?

This was fine before.

Why wasn't it fine now?

Further down the bed, Bakugou was between his legs. Distantly, he could feel the tell-tale friction of his trousers being violently stripped from his legs. Everything was so blurry, like he was numb.

What was going on?

He was fine.

He just needed a quick breather - a pause.

"Wait." Todoroki hissed, straining his wrists to break the tight hold.

"We're going to make you forget how his lips felt." Kirishima growled, oblivious to Todoroki's state. Uneasily, he tried to close his thighs, stopping the blonde from taking off his underwear. Kirishima's body blocked his view, yet he felt Bakugou shove them back apart, gripping them tightly.

His heart rate increased unhealthily fast - crashing disturbingly hard against his ribs. It's not like he wasn't strong. If he used his full strength he could easily throw the both of them off.

But why should he have to?

Almost ripping Todoroki's pants off in his rush, Bakugou froze at the sight before him. His anger seemed to fade, cautious eyes flicking up to try and observe Todoroki's face.

"Oi-"

"Safe-Safeword."

He had barely whispered it but instantly the other two took their hands off him. Kirishima's firm demeanour evaporated into a worried frown whilst Bakugou looked confused and almost upset.

"Sh-Shouto? Are you okay?"

"I just... I don't want this right now." Todoroki choked out, finally able to bring his wrists defensively to his chest.

The two males finally took a proper look at the others form. Heterochromatic eyes flicking around nervously, shaking closed fists, thighs snapped shut - Todoroki looked...

"Shit. This is my fault." Bakugou hissed, running a hand through his hair. He had let the feral possessiveness distract him - cloud his sight from Shouto's obviously tense form.

"It's mine too. Sorry Shouto." Kirishima looked far more openly distressed, fighting himself from reaching out to comfort the other. When he finally attempted to touch his arm, Todoroki flinched away. It sent a painfully sharp blade of guilt straight through his heart.

"Fuck, sorry - we didn't even - shit." The red head broke, blinking rapidly whilst practically throwing himself off the other's body.

"I should have made it clear earlier... I just went with it." Todoroki sighed, sitting up. The atmosphere felt so cold now - he felt like he'd ruined something. Maybe he should have just let it happen...

"Oi, Oi, Oi- don't make that face. Don't be fucking... guilty. We're not going to force you into anything. Ever." Bakugou snapped, a pained frown pulling at his features. For a moment he moved to step closer yet immediately restrained himself, instead stepping back to lean on Todoroki's wardrobe.

"Sorry, you barely got home and we just - shit." Kirishima whimpered, also pushing further away to knock clumsily into Todoroki's chest of draws, rattling the products laid on top.

"It's oka-"

"It's not okay." Bakugou cut in, glaring at the floor like it was partially to blame too.

It was awkwardly silent for a while.