#the steel boye is here yo

[honeyheaded]

YALL I FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED CHAPTER 9

imma cry that took so FUCKING long jesus cheezit

as soon as i finish like half of chapter 10 i'll start posting so yaaaaaay

anyway here's a sneak peek that hopefully doesnt give too much away??

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Ever since Katsuki had said that, he could practically feel the other’s stares on his Mark. It made him slightly self conscious, he knew it wasn’t as ornate as some of the other Marks he had seen, so he snapped a bit at them whenever he’d catch them staring for too long. He knew they weren’t judging him though, only curious, so he didn’t get as mean as he would have been had it been a stranger staring instead.

This became obvious to them as well as him one day during the week that followed.

They hadn’t been walking along the road for a particularly long while at that point, but it had apparently been long enough that Kaminari was begging for one of the shifters to transform so that he could get off of his “aching feet”. Katsuki was about to snarl at the blond to shut up, his palms already crackling with his annoyance, when Kirishima went completely still beside him.

The redhead sniffed the air once, twice, his pupils dilating and shrinking in succession, and Katsuki looked over to Mina semi-worriedly. The pink shifter was about to respond when she apparently caught the scent too, her head whipping around to face the same direction Kirishima’s eyes were trained in and her mouth splitting into a wide grin. Katsuki’s brows furrowed, his mouth opening to ask what the fuck was going on, when suddenly a voice cut through the air.

“EIJIROU!!!”

It was the loudest roar he had ever heard, and he found himself jerking to look where it had come from. In the distance, but approaching fast, was a large, mostly grey figure, with a long orange flag whipping in the air behind it.

“TETSU!!!!” Kirishima roared in return, startling Katsuki as well as Kaminari and Sero, and took off running to meet the figure, causing Mina to laugh loudly.

The blond watched as the shifter and whoever the figure was raced to meet each other. It didn’t take long before the two collided, the part of the figure that was holding the flag detaching and revealing itself to be a woman right before impact. The two went down almost immediately, and Katsuki would have been worried if he couldn’t hear the laughter coming from them from where he was still a good eighteen feet away.

Katsuki kept his pace as steady as he could, making his way over to the shifter and the stranger at an unhurried pace, though all he wanted to do was run over and demand come answers. Who was this stranger that Kirishima was so happy to see he literally took off running?

#the steel boye is here yo #iscc #shy writes #:) #were in the endgame folk #kiribaku #kiribaku fantasy au #bnha fantasy au

[kae-karo]

like i’m bakugou (a todobaku fic)

hbd to todoroki, our favorite deadpan humor conspiracy theorist icyhot boye

like i’m bakugou - 2.1k

baku takes todo on a froyo date

tags: todobaku, fluff, getting together, first date sorta, crack treated seriously (but was it ever crack to begin with idk)

if you haven't heard the song (x) go listen to it then watch this tik tok (x) which was the inspo for this fic

dedicated to my wife @dabidevito who laughed so hard at that tik tok that she literally couldn't speak for several minutes (so obviously i had to write a fic abt it)

[read on ao3]

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Katsuki can’t help but fidget in his seat, and his hands tighten on the steering wheel - Icyhot’s been sitting in total silence for the entire drive so far, staring out the window like he’s deep in thought. It’s setting Katsuki on edge.

Well, even more on edge - he’s been nervous since the second he decided to suggest Todoroki come get frozen yogurt with him. A part of him had wondered if it was a weird suggestion, or if Icyhot would think it was weird, or if he just didn’t want to hang out with Katsuki at all. He’d stared at him for several seconds before responding, and Katsuki had been that close to taking it all back, playing it off as a joke.

But Todoroki said yes, didn’t he? So Katsuki’s just overthinking it, right?

They’re almost there, anyway. Besides, if everything goes downhill, he can just pretend it wasn’t meant to be a date at all. He hadn’t really specified, and neither had Todoroki - but if it goes well, how is he supposed to make sure Icyhot gets that it was a date?

He nearly jumps out the goddamn window when Todoroki starts mumbling something under his breath, and he can barely make out the words.

“Like I’m Bakugou, turn that shit into a fro- a fro…”

Katsuki frowns at the windshield, absolutely certain he’d heard wrong.

“Into a fro...yo…” He turns to find Todoroki’s eyes widening. “Like I’m Bakugou, turn that shit into a froyo- like, like a frozen yogurt?” He glances over at Katsuki, who’s now got his brows arched so high his forehead kind of hurts. Katsuki blinks.

“Like- like a frozen yogurt, right?” This. This is what Todoroki’s been so pensive about this entire drive? He’s been thinking about that stupid song, and- does he really think that’s how it goes? Katsuki coughs out a laugh, unable to help it - however he expected this car ride to go, this was not it.

Todoroki just stares him down, repeating the line again.

“Like a frozen yogurt, right?” Katsuki’s lost it completely, he can’t fight the laughter that keeps bubbling up in his throat at Icyhot’s insistence, and he glances over to find Todoroki’s lips have curled up in a grin himself. “What is it?” he asks, finally catching on that maybe, just maybe, those weren’t the right lyrics.

Katsuki takes a hand from the wheel and covers his mouth, doing his best to hide his grin - he can’t, he cannot right now. Icyhot can’t be serious, can he? But Todoroki’s just staring back at him with wide, expectant eyes.

“Do you know the lyrics?” Todoroki asks, and his smile falters, replaced with a confused look of concern. As if Katsuki wouldn’t know every word to the song that’s literally about him. He flicks on his turn signal - they’re finally at this damn froyo place.

“I know the lyrics.” He inhales a deep breath. “I’m gonna cry.”

Todoroki frowns, and Katsuki wonders if he’s taken that literally - he has a really hard time reading Icyhot’s lack of expressions, determining whether he’s serious or joking. But his earnestness here...he really thinks those are the lyrics, doesn’t he?

Katsuki’s not sure he can keep a straight face and walk into this froyo place. He’s not even sure he can get out of the car - he’s got an image to keep up, that he’s above everyone else, and breaking into a fit of laughter is definitely not the way to do that.

“Are we- are we going in?” Todoroki asks after a few moments - Katsuki’s turned the car off, but he’s still trying to steel himself to get out. ‘Turn that shit into a froyo’...he’s gonna lose his damn mind over this.

Without a word - mostly because his jaw is clenched in an attempt to keep from smiling - he opens the door and gets out. Todoroki does the same after a moment, and he walks beside Katsuki into the little shop.

He lets Katsuki order first, and all of Katsuki’s nerves rush back in - is this a date, and should he treat it like one? He wants to, but he has no idea what Todoroki’s thinking. He wishes the guy would give a little clearer indication about what’s going on in his head. Hell, he’d been stressed that Icyhot was regretting agreeing to come with Katsuki when he’d really been thinking about those stupid lyrics.

Unintentionally, Katsuki huffs out a breath of laughter. The employee gives him a quirked brow as he hands over Katsuki’s cup, so he fixes his face into a frown.

“Vanilla chocolate swirl,” Todoroki says the moment the guy’s moved on - Katsuki does his best not to laugh at Icyhot’s order.

He debates, very briefly, waiting to see if Todoroki will offer to pay for his own froyo, but he scraps the idea at the last second. He asked Icyhot out, he wants this to be a date. And he wants to pay. He wants to do little, simple, kind things for Todoroki. Things that nobody else would really notice or think twice about - he has a reputation to maintain, after all - but things that would mean something to Icyhot. He pulls a few bills from his wallet and hands them over before Todoroki can say anything.

Katsuki glances to the side to find Icyhot just staring, though he finally blinks when the cashier hands over the change. His lip quirks up in a tiny half-smile, then, and Katsuki’s heart flips over in his chest.

“Thank you, Bakugou.”

Katsuki doesn’t offer a response, too afraid that if he moves his mouth, it’ll turn into a wide grin and someone will think he’s gone soft. So he shrugs, whirls on a heel, and finds the table farthest from the door, tucked back in a corner where nobody will likely notice them.

The last thing he needs is some tabloid speculating about him and Icyhot - or worse, some of their classmates. It’s exhausting being both in the public eye and under the scrutinizing gaze of all of 1-A. Bunch of damn gossips.

“So really...” Todoroki interrupts his simmering frustration, and Katsuki looks up to find Icyhot’s got his spoon halfway to his mouth, head tilted. “What are the lyrics? Is it not about frozen yogurt?”

Katsuki sputters out a laugh, then digs into his own mint chocolate chip and shakes his head.

“No, no it isn’t.”

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Katsuki is left feeling...weird.

They’d talked a little bit about inconsequential things, like the lyrics of that damn ‘Bakugou’ song and about class work and the upcoming exams, but mostly it’d been eating in silence. But it’d been a nice kind of silence - the kind he doesn’t get when he’s in the dorms or class or at home.

Except he’s still not sure if it was a date or not.

Todoroki hadn’t said much and had gotten out of the car without much more than a ‘thanks’ and a half smile, and Katsuki can’t even tell if he had had a nice time or not - Katsuki did, or he thinks he did, anyway.

And now it’s been nearly twenty four hours of wondering, and he’s no closer to an answer. Katsuki pushes through the door and into the classroom, surrounded by prying eyes and loose lips, and he has a hard time deciding how to act. Icyhot looks just as cool and indifferent as he always does, but he catches Katsuki’s eye before looking back at his desk.

Katsuki doesn’t smile, but fuck he really wants to.

If he were to ask Todoroki to have lunch with him, would that be too much too quickly? It’s only been a day, and he doesn’t really know what’s going on in that guy’s head. Besides, what if he’s got other plans?

Not that Katsuki’s ever seen him have lunch with anyone, but his head swirls with doubt and confusion.

“Bakugou.” Aizawa’s voice makes him jump, and he looks up to find not only their teacher but the entire class now staring at him. “Care to enlighten us?”

Katsuki blinks - he’s been too spaced out to know what they’re talking about, he can’t even remember what topic they’re covering. He can feel his face flush with heat. He doesn’t have any notes either, and his eyes flick back up to find Aizawa’s hard stare boring into him.

“I believe it’s mentioned in the quirk laws, the subsection regarding quirk use in public.” Icyhot’s voice startles Katsuki, but he doesn’t dare turn around - he’s grateful, in a way, but he didn’t need saving. He’d rather have just taken the chastising for not paying attention.

“Thank you, Todoroki. Bakugou, whatever’s distracting you, figure it out. Exams are in a couple weeks, I’d hate to see you fail,” Aizawa deadpans. Katsuki has half a mind to call him out for worrying over something so fundamental and well-known as the quirk laws, but he’s too fired up and it’ll only get him in more trouble. He’d rather everyone forget this whole thing ever happened.

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“I didn’t need saving.” Katsuki catches up to Icyhot in the hall on the way to the cafeteria - it’s been simmering in his head for the entire class, though he made a point of paying extra close attention and taking extremely detailed notes. He’s better than everyone in that damn class and he won’t have Aizawa or anyone else forgetting it.

“No, you didn’t,” Todoroki says, voice even. “I just got bored of waiting for you to determine what was being asked and what the correct answer was.” He glances sideways at Katsuki, but his face is unreadable and emotionless. Bakugou can’t decide whether to punch him or kiss him.

He probably shouldn’t do either one.

“You should pay better attention.” Todoroki adds, and Katsuki swears his lip quirks up in a smirk for just a moment. He’s definitely leaning toward the ‘punch Icyhot’ option.

“Hey, Todoroki!” Katsuki flinches at Deku’s voice, and his frown deepens when that green-haired nerd bounds up beside Todoroki. “I was thinking, you wanna come join us for lunch? Uraraka and Iida and me,” he clarifies, and Katsuki can practically feel his chest folding in on itself.

If there’s anyone Todoroki would probably want to spend time with, it’d be Mr. ‘It’s your power!’ and his gang. Katsuki lets himself fall back a step, intent on getting away from this conversation - he doesn’t need the embarrassment or the irritation.

“Actually, I was going to sit with Bakugou,” Todoroki says, and Katsuki nearly trips over his own feet - Deku definitely does. He gives a small, startled ‘oh’ before casually adding they could get lunch another time, and Todoroki nods, an evident dismissal. Katsuki speeds his pace to catch back up with Icyhot, then does his best to stop his lips from grinning.

“Having lunch with me?” he asks, trying to keep the surprise out of his tone. “Pretty presumptuous of you.”

“I thought you wouldn’t mind,” Todoroki says, and Katsuki genuinely can’t tell if he’s concerned or just having a bit of fun. “Besides, I brought you something.” Katsuki’s brows scrunch together, but Todoroki doesn’t say anything more. Curiosity eats at Katsuki’s thoughts, but he’s not about to cave in to whatever reaction Icyhot is hoping to get from him.

So he waits until they’ve gotten food and Todoroki chooses a table, then Katsuki sits down with a thud.

“Alright Icyhot, I’ve been patient, what the hell did you bring me?” He’s a little surprised when Todoroki looks up from his tray, a small smirk on his lips. After a moment of stillness, he unbuttons his jacket and pulls one side open.

Katsuki stares for a solid second at the two cups of frozen yogurt nestled against his side, obviously kept cold by his quirk.

“I thought you might be interested in some froyo.” Todoroki gives him a real smile this time, one bordering on the edge of laughter.

Katsuki actually does sputter out a laugh, too overwhelmed with the sheer hilarity of the whole situation. A part of him worries that people will notice, but the vast majority of his brain tells him not to give a fuck - this is funny and he’ll laugh about it if he damn well pleases.

His laughter must be contagious, cause Todoroki dissolves into a fit of subdued giggles that takes him a while to recover from. When he finally does, he pulls both cups of frozen yogurt from his jacket and sets them on the table with a clunk.

“Next date,” Todoroki says, already removing the lid and spooning a bite into his mouth. Katsuki does his best not to react, but his heart rate triples in speed - so Todoroki had known it was a date, then. Icyhot points his spoon at Katsuki. “You’re teaching me all the lyrics, otherwise I’m just gonna keep thinking ‘like I’m Bakugou turn that shit into a froyo’.” Katsuki scoffs as he grabs his own cup.

“I don’t even know what the real lyrics are anymore, you’ve ruined it,” Katsuki shoots back. Todoroki just grins, the self-satisfied bastard, and lifts another bite of froyo to his lips.

#bnha #todobaku #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #fluff #bnha fics