Todoroki wants to mess

Synopsis:

The school could be very complicated at times, but Todoroki didn't even focus on that, he just wanted Katsuki, his classmate, to stop using his hands to threaten him and make a fuss about him while he slept in chemistry class.

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- You know I'm not shy. At the very least, in the intimacy ... - I sang Pabllo's new song that came out not too long ago, smiling in a corner for pronouncing, even if softly, the Spanish part so perfectly.

Then, suddenly, something hit my hair; The teacher tapped his book on my head. But what really bothered me was the smile on his face at the rebuke.

- I hope you know what class we are in, Mr. Shouto Todoroki.

I roll my eyes, removing the headphones and resting my chin on my closed fist.

- How not, dear professor Aizawa?

He continues to smile mockingly, returning to the main subject of the class. Sleep soon hits me hard. I settle down and face Katsuki across the room, rolling my eyes at me. For some reason, it was just me breathing and Bakugou was hating me.

In moments, the explosive blonde is chattering something to Eijiro, who sits on the table in front of his. I follow the movements of his lips with heavy eyes. When I realize it, my eyes are closed, imagining the texture of someone else's mouth. The problem was that Katsuki was an annoying rage - and he was always raging.

With a certain effort, I open my eyes, just to pry the blonde a little more, and catch him messing with Kirishima's red-dyed hair. The fake redhead smiled, no matter how much Bakugou messed up his hair. And even though I didn't want to admit it, I wanted so badly to know what it would be like to have the explosive boy's hands in my bicolored hair.

I fall asleep as soon as Bakugou's gaze meets mine.

- Fifty-fifty shit! - I hear a voice calling me distant and I turn around, facing the blonde. - Why were you staring at me? - asks, already parked in place, without walking another step.

I look at him without knowing what to answer.

- In chemistry class - He explains himself.

- Ah - I murmur low, feeling my face hot, and look away - For nothing.

- Are you trying to fight, are you? - He claps his hands together, threatening me.

I have to roll my eyes and snort. He's unbearable. I approach, and Bakugou takes two steps back, holding his hands. He hesitates.

- What you want?

- That you stop talking idiocy and make me cuddle too.

Katsuki's expression is funny.

I take one of his hands to my hair - a little embarrassed, yes. But I feel very pleased to leave you speechless.

It takes a while, but it pats my head.

- You are needy, man… - He makes fun of me, then laughing nasaly.

I don't even try to reply. I just take advantage of the contact, almost hugging Bakugou just to be clinging to him.

"Okay, it did," he says suddenly, walking away.

We looked at each other and we were both red. It's like I still feel your hand in my hair.

- See you tomorrow? - I say, hesitant.

- Until ... - He hurries to go ahead, even though the path to our dormitories was the same.

The day after that, there is another chemistry class and I feel the same drowsiness again every day that we have chemistry class. When I am about to enter the world of dreams, I feel something about my hair and it is not Professor Aizawa's book.

- What are you doing? - question Bakugou, who had sat across from me. With my eye, I catch Kirishima joining Mina and Denki.

"I thought you were still a little needy," he replies, smiling clearly at the intention of provoking me. But I do not care. For the simple fact that this is making me mess again. I imagined before that the scene would never be repeated again, or that I was dreaming about cafunés and confusing the reality.

I smile too, settling in. And I fall asleep with Katsuki's fingers strolling through my white and red hair.

I hope I don't get used to it.

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