Peace (strength) shirt

Synopsis:

Aizawa could not take any more damage to the dorms caused by the constant fights between Todoroki and Bakugou. Therefore, their punishment was to force them to live together as normal human beings for 24 hours.

And what better alternative would it be than wearing a harmless peace shirt?

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Aizawa slept peacefully in his yellow sleeping bag, thrown anywhere in the teachers' room while his co-workers gossiped and talked about his students. Eraser Head was calm, it was morning and it was not yet time for his class shift, all he needed was a good rest before having to put up with the problem room that was class 1-A. But of course, Aizawa wouldn't have her beauty sleep that easy.

- ERASER HEAD! ERASER HEAD! - the damn robot, which Aizawa didn't even remember anymore why they had him, shouted in his sensitive ear. - RED CODE! REPEAT, RED CODE!

He worried instantly, removing his beloved yellow bag as he entered the attack position, alert to any danger. However, all he saw was Present Mic laughing, Midnight drinking coffee, Cementoss reading the day's newspaper and Toshinori looking at him with a frown.

- Wasn't it the red code? - right, Aizawa felt kind of stupid.

- 1-A DORMITORY PROBLEM! - the professor rolled his eyes. - REPEAT, PROBLEM IN ...

- I know what it is. - sighed. - It's the third time just this week.

"I think it's time for you to impose yourself more, don't you, Eraser Head?" - that damn vibrant blonde, as always, was filling his patience. - Those little pests are in need of a good punishment.

- I do not think that...

- I'll fix it. - Aizawa interrupted All Might's soft speech. - I know what to do.

Aizawa's red eyes conveyed all his discomfort and anger at being disturbed - three times in a row in less than seven days - amid his sacred sleep. The rest of the teachers looked at each other, afraid of what their aspiring hero students would suffer at the hands of the sleepy Eraser Head.

Upon arriving at the 1-A dorm, Aizawa was not surprised to see huge flames of fire lining the walls - which, luckily, were proof of the individualities of his troubled students - while everyone was running around trying to put out the flames before their teacher see that damage. Obviously, it didn't work very well.

- STOP MOVING NOW! Shouted Aizawa. - Iida, drop that bucket.

Iida dropped the bucket of water on the floor and lowered his head. As a representative of the class, it was his duty to maintain order and to avoid as much as possible problems of that kind could happen, but things became unmanageable when they were in the middle. The other students repeated their gesture, equally ashamed and afraid of the penalty they were going to take. Once was normal, twice not so much, but three was too much.

Aizawa took a deep breath. The fire had already ceased thanks to the fireproof devices they had spread throughout the school. The principal, Nezu, has always kept himself one step ahead of the dangers and adversities - even if these included student rioting and internal conflicts.

"I could waste my precious time scolding all of you," he said calmly, looking directly at them with reddened orbs from sleep. - but I'm not going to do it because I'm tired, since I can't sleep with your childishness anymore.

In the end, he's really giving us a hard time, they thought, but no one dared to say anything. Even Bakugou was silent, looking at some very interesting spot on the singed wall.

- I'll make you train twice as much today and until the end of this week. - Relieved sighs, that was all. - The exceptions will be Iida, Bakugou and Todoroki.

- EH? - Bakugou took a bold step forward. - Because I?

- Do you think I don't know my students? Obviously this - he pointed to the scorched walls, the floor flooded by fire alarms and the buckets thrown on the floor. - it was the result of yet another stupid fight between you, Bakugou, and Todoroki as it has happened this week. This time, I will not tolerate your childhood conflicts.

Bakugou went back to his place, sulking. Of course, the teacher was right. Just like yesterday and the day before yesterday, he and Shouto had had small discussions involving explosions, ice poles and fire. He couldn't help it; he hated that expressionless face that always seemed to be mocking him. Therefore, his duty was to put an expression on that pavé face even if it was at the base of the blow.

- Iida, you are the class representative - Tenya agreed quickly, embarrassed by his lack of morale. -, I will let you pass this time by knowing your responsibility within 1-A. Now, it will only be a warning, but if there is another occurrence, I will be obliged to take certain steps. According?

- Yes, Aizawa-sensei! I promise that I will review my conduct as a disciplined U.A. student! - he said, showing regret and honor in his voice. U.A. it was really incredible for giving it a second chance. - I will make this educational institution proud with my good behavior and increased morale!

Big shit, Bakugou rolled his eyes when Aizawa told the students to go to their rooms to fix their equipment for training in the diary. He even tried to escape with the help of his little group, but Eraser Head had good eyes - even if they needed a lot of eye drops and rest. So, there was an angry Katsuki next to Shouto with his typical door face.

- Your punishment will be to clean up all this mess while the others train in the intensive and get stronger than you. - They widened their eyes, clearly indignant. - Don't be scared because it's not over yet. I'm sick of having to interrupt my naps because of an irresponsible couple. You are the best students in 1-A, maybe even the first year, is that how you want to set an example for other classes? - right, Aizawa got a little heavy on that one. - I hope you think better about your actions starting today. If that is still repeated, I will be forced to expel the two.

Bakugou and Todoroki quickly shook their heads. No, not to be expelled from the course of heroes! It was your dreams. They looked at each other and snorted. Apparently, they would have to learn to live like normal human beings for 24 hours or they would have to say goodbye to the dream of becoming professional heroes someday.

- Just clean, isn't it? - Bakugou was already leaving to get the vacuum cleaner.

- Come back here. - Aizawa held him with his tapes, bringing him back by force. - Do not think that I will make your life easier - that smile was really scary, maybe even vindictive. - I brought a special little thing to help them - why did they feel that the last thing Aizawa wanted was to help them? - on that mission.

Aizawa took a huge thing from behind his back. It was not only huge, it was giant, so much that two people could fit inside. They quickly realized the evil idea hidden in the professor's red eyes.

- I WILL NOT USE THIS SHIT!

- I really don't see the need - Todoroki finally offered, looking at the thing with a frown. - that, sensei.

- You will use yes. - shook the huge white shirt. - Now, put this on.

- I WILL EXPLODE THAT RIDICULOUS THING - Bakugou was already preparing his explosions.

Todoroki alternated his gaze between his shirt, Bakugou and him, making a face of disgust. Katsuki was even startled to see that Shouto knew how to react differently from the fateful moldy pave face.

- To your unhappiness, the material on this shirt is similar to that of my ribbons - he pointed to the ribbons on his neck. - with an interesting addition: it is explosion proof and withstands large temperature differences. That is, it is the perfect thing to use in two pests like you.

"I'm not a pest," Bakugou murmured, irritated that he couldn't explode anything.

- Prove to me that it's not wearing this here.

Bakugou's eyes lit up, making Aizawa hide his small smug smile. What better way to convince a proud person when proposing a challenge?

- I wear this shit. - Todoroki looked at him as if he had shit in his head. - Are you going to look, half and half? Put it on! - now he was the one who held the shirt, waving it like a fan in the middle of his favorite team's game.

- Bakugou, I don't think ...

- Stick the "I think" in the ass and spin. - threw the shirt in your face. - Let's end this torture soon. Seriously, I can't stand looking at that peacock face for five minutes.

- The feeling is reciprocal. - took the shirt, thinking how he would put it. - You look like a dragon, Bakugou.

- EH?

Aizawa got out of there before it was left for him. He just hoped that his crazy plan would work and that Bakugou and Todoroki would not destroy what was left of the dorms.

After many shoves, the pair was wearing the shirt. It looked too big before, but now it was tight and forced them to stick even closer. Maybe it was something to do with the material that Aizawa talked about.

- I hated that shit.

- It doesn't really burn - Todoroki even took the test. - and it doesn't even freeze. It's great material.

- Saco, now I will have to be made an employee and I still have to live with this pave all day. - it was amazing how Bakugou forgot about the existence of the pavé next to him. - Let's get things and clean this drug. I can't stand looking at your face anymore.

- Your dragon face is also not the best thing in the world, Bakugou.

- FUCK YOU! He shouted, pushing him away with his hand.

No matter how much strength you put in, the damn blouse fabric didn't tear. What the hell had they used to sew that drug?

Katsuki went on to affectionately call it a straight jacket.

"Fuck you," he said calmly.

- AH!

He decided to ignore Todoroki before his door blew up. The pair walked - with difficulty due to the lack of coordination of their legs, but managed to end up with a lot of stress and swearing - to the service area, looking for cloths, products and vacuum cleaners to be able to clean up the little mess they had made in the dorm.

Cleaning the floor should be quick and easy, but it was not. They would normally separate so that each one could clean a part and speed up the work, but the fact that they were connected by the straight jacket did not help them at all. So the two had to clean the same place and it was definitely not working.

- I'll iron the cloth! - as always, Bakugou wanted to be ahead. - You're too slow to clean, your half and half shit.

- You who are in a hurry. - he said, without stopping drying the floor. Bakugou found it outrageous. - Cleaning is an art, don't rush things.

I'm going to blow myself up by the end of that day, he snorted.

- How about you clean and I vacuum?

- Bakugou Katsuki knows a form of communication that is not using cursing or swearing, I'm really flattered - but what a son of a ...

- Fuck you, you fucking shit, I just want to finish this fuck 'so I don't have to see your face at the door - he snarled.

"I'll clean it on the right," he said, laughing softly.

They finally managed to organize. Todoroki dried the floor and immediately Bakugou came with the vacuum cleaner. In a way, the work was cut in half, especially since the pair decided not to fight during an hour of intensive cleaning.

When they finished, the dorm was cleaner than ever. They put away all the materials and threw themselves on one of the sofas, tired. Bakugou tried to keep as much distance as possible from the bicolor, especially after he realized that they were both a little more sweaty than before.

- Bakugou.

"Hn," he muttered, eyes closed, trying to relax his muscles.

Shouto bit his bottom lip.

- I have to tell you something.

- I'm already saying, pave.

"No, it's just ..." he sighed. - I want to go to the bathroom.

Katsuki almost jumped on the couch. She looked at him with clear hatred in her eyes, causing Todoroki to look away from somewhere on the living room rug. With so many moments to go to the damn bathroom, did Shouto feel like getting the water out of his knee right now? He growled, standing up.

- Bakugou?

- Don't you want to go to the fucking bathroom? - pulled him brutally. - Let's go before I throw you into the toilet and flush.

- I don't think I fit the flush.

- Holy shit ...

Todoroki was practically dragged to the men's bathroom on the ground floor of the dorms. Bakugou opened the door with hatred, taking care not to blow the wood and receive another unconventional scrape from Aizawa. He stopped close to the urinal, stamping his feet incessantly on the floor. Shouto looked at him, confused.

- Will you stay there?

- What do you want me to do? - pulled the sleeve of his shirt. - If I could get rid of you I would do it, idiot. Do what you have to do.

- But ... - he looked embarrassed. - will you be looking?

- What you have between your legs I also have, if you don't know, pave it.

Shouto said nothing, just unzipped his pants and did what he had to do. Bakugou intended only to face the wall - incredibly white - with his arms crossed, but it was impossible to contain the curiosity to take a peek. He snorted internally.

That shit's bigger than mine.

Fortunately, Todoroki was not long in the bathroom and they were soon able to leave. They looked at each other, thinking about what they were going to do. They wouldn't be able to train, let alone do things separately, so what would they do?

They sat on the couch and turned on the TV. He was playing a documentary about All Might's retirement and how his last fight with the evil symbol, All for One, had been. Bakugou snarled before turning off the TV. Todoroki seemed to understand his discomfort, he also wouldn't feel comfortable seeing that.

It was almost like feeling responsible for the end of the Peace Symbol.

- Then...

- I do not want to talk.

- Ah.

Todoroki did not know what to do. He wondered if he was trying to say something to support his colleague, but that was Midoriya's job and he himself sucked at socializing. He then decided to get up, bringing Katsuki with him.

- What the fuck...

- If we are not going to do anything, then I will go to my room - has already been walking in the front.

- Bicolor creature, if you didn't notice, we are stuck together. - Shouto didn't seem to hear him, entering the elevator and pressing the button on the top floor. - Great, now I'm going to be ignored.

- Do you have a better idea?

In the elevator, Todoroki noticed that Bakugou was shaking and breathing faster than normal. He thought that maybe he was claustrophobic or something, but he didn't say anything. Katsuki almost broke the button on the fourth floor so much that he punched him, clearly in a hurry. Shouto frowned.

- This is not my floor - the doors opened.

"Shut up," he said with difficulty, trying to regulate his breathing.

Okay, Todoroki really cared about him now.

Bakugou struggled to open his dormitory door. Todoroki took advantage of the small moment to look at someone else's room - since he had not seen it the day they did the internal competition of the rooms. It was a normal room, incredibly organized, and Shouto vowed to see two or three All Might posters and dolls. Apparently, Midoriya was not the only fan of the old hero number one.

- What's it?

Katsuki sat on the bed, closing his eyes while taking a deep breath. He felt in his pockets until he found a small key, extending it to the bicolor.

- Open the drawer. - he said. - And give me what's in it without saying a word.

Todoroki obeyed him, confused. When he opened the nightstand drawer, he couldn't help widening his eyes when he saw an exorbitant amount of capsules and medicines of the same type of medicine. He took the first one he saw. He bit his bottom lip.

Soothing.

- Are you sure of...

- JUST GIVE ME THAT FUCK!

Shouto was startled to see smoke coming from Katsuki's ears, practically throwing the medicine bottle on him. Bakugou opened the jar and swallowed two capsules at once, without drinking water or anything. The effect was immediate. The blonde sighed in relief, doubly calmer than before. He leaned his back against the headboard and allowed himself to close his eyes. Todoroki took advantage of his distraction to dig through the medicine cartons.

They are all strong tranquilizers, he ran his fingers over the huge black sign. And they are all black stripe.

Bakugou held out the pot.

"Guard, give me the key and pretend you didn't see anything," he whispered, a little groggy from the dose.

He obeyed him, but Bakugou knew that Todoroki would not be able to keep his mouth shut for long. The fifty-fifty sat on his side on the bed, staring at the ceiling as if he could see something beyond the folds of the plaster.

- Then...

The blonde sighed.

- You should know that all individuals have their risks. - Todoroki looked at him from the corner of his eye. Of course he knew. If it forced its ice, your body would freeze; if he used too much of his fire, his body temperature would rise so much that it could burn. Everything has its limits. - I have a problem with my muscle joints, I may end up breaking one or two ligaments if I don't use my gauntlets. - he spoke slowly, quietly, totally different from his usual. It should be the effect of the drugs. - Only it's not just that.

- ... - he couldn't say anything.

- Nitroglycerin is concentrated in my blood and it kind of reacts to my stress. - opened his eyes. Everything was spinning. I felt sleepy. - She spends most of her time circling my head. When I get really stressed or have other strong emotions, my neurons work harder. My head is like a time bomb, you know? I feel that multiple explosions happen inside my brain. The migraine, the ringing in my ear, the stress ... - he snorted. - and my temper contributes to me getting out of control sometimes.

Todoroki was absorbing that information. It actually made sense. Sometimes he himself felt that half of his brain was numb from the constant use of ice or still boiling from the fire - which he still did not control well. Pausing to think about it, the whole Bakugou was a bomb that needed to be constantly watched. If he didn't take care of the wick, the bomb would certainly explode.

- My mom forced me to go to the doctor 'to tell all the shit in my head. - he hated to remember that. - Then he prescribed these things for me and I take them when I'm stressed. I think you can see that I have to take this almost every time, that's why I have so many capsules - he sighed. - which is also why I sleep early. Usually the effect takes a while to act, but I'm already dying from sleep. He yawned. - What a bag.

Bakugou struggled to keep his eyes open. In fact, neither he knew why he wanted to stay awake or why the hell he had told one of his biggest secrets to one of the people he hated the most.

- Who else knows that?

"My parents." His head fell to the side. - Deku knows about my head, but not about the medicines - unconsciously, he lay down on Todoroki's shoulder. - is that you.

The heart of the fifty-fifty missed a beat. I didn't know if it was the strange feeling I had to know that I was the only student - in fact, a person from all over the U.A. - who knew completely about that secret or whether it was hot breath hitting his neck, but Todoroki was feeling things he had never experienced. Why was he in the mood to stroke her blond hair? From afar, they looked so soft ...

- Bakugou ...

- Do not move. He whispered. That, like it or not, made the bicolor even more shivery. - Hn, it's warm here.

- I do not know if...

- You think too much, I just want to sleep. - snuggled closer to the curve of his neck. - Lie down, that position is hurting my back.

Todoroki obeyed him, even though he didn't know why he was doing that. Was Bakugou doing that willingly or was he playing with your face? Could it be the medicines?

- Slack.

- My room, my rules. - now it looked like he was hugging him sideways. - When I wake up and return to my normal state, pretend it didn't happen or I'm going to blow up your pave face.

Ah, it was the medicines.

- Do not worry about it.

Shouto blinked. He himself was starting to get sleepy.

- Hi.

- Hn?

- Make a mess.

What the fuck ...

- Huh?

- Just put your hand on my fucking hair!

Todoroki stroked the blond hair, discovering that it was soft and very well hydrated. Unconsciously, he breathed in the scent of the smallest. Just as he had thought, Bakugou smelled like nitroglycerin: sweet, almost like walking caramel.

Perhaps caramel had become his favorite candy.

- More left.

Slack.

- Don't you think you're abusing my goodwill, Bakugou?

- I don't think shit, go 'to the left. - rolling his eyes, the bicolor obeyed him again. - Now yes.

- Cool.

- It just doesn't explode because I'm 'too dumb' to think. - snuggled even more, if that was possible. - Now, be a good pillow and do nothing. - Todoroki stopped with the hair massage. - Not a mess, shit! Don't take everything to the letter, pave dumb.

Bakugou slept seconds later, calm and peaceful as an angel - personified as a dragon when he woke up. Todoroki did not stop with munching at any time, just observing Katsuki's calm features as if he were admiring a work of art - and perhaps it really was one. He was just as confused as when he only used his right side. What was that strange thing that he felt hammering his heart? It was certainly too fast to be just a heartbeat.

It was strange, but it seemed too good for Todoroki to want to forget. Then he simply snuggled up in bed, closing his eyes, ending up sleeping. That was probably the best sleep you've ever had.

- You knew it was going to happen, didn't you?

Aizawa smirked, not yet answering All Might's question. He observed the double problem sleeping calmly in Bakugou's bed without bothering to have locked the door before.

- Of course yes. - he laughed softly. - The peace shirt never fails.

- I didn't know I would wear the shirt you and Yamada wore again - inside, All Might laughed.

- Don't remind me of that!

The history of the legend of the peace shirt - or straitjacket - was old, being used for the first time by Present Mic and Eraser Head when they were the same age as Todoroki and Bakugou. Aizawa blushed just remembering the things he did when he was a stupid teenager.

- Let's leave them alone. - disagreed. - Don't let anyone approach that room.

All Might closed the door to young Bakugou's room while laughing softly. What was wrong? After all, it was just a harmless peace shirt.