TodoBaku Drabble || Pro-Heros / Futureverse
Todoroki surely knows that sometimes bad things happen and there is nothing you can do about it but, sometimes you fucking can. Sometimes the change that is needed to be made, the action that would be required to be taken is just a ridiculous question of willingness.
It’s not a maybe or a can be.
“We all should focus on the greater good…” the man on the podium repeats calmly, waving his hands as if to suggest that they did what they could. Greater good? Ridiculous. For what? For whom? The words sicken Shouto to his core, his nails biting his palms, hands curled into fists, feeling how the temperature previously simmering beneath his skin is now boiling with unhindered fury. He can’t hear it anymore, can’t understand it anymore, words tightening around his chest like a burning chain slowly suffocating him with the astonishment, the anger, the anguish. All his life he’s heard these words, again and again, for the strong to carelessly trample over the weak, excuses for those to lazy to put up with their guilt, never care to pick up after them, leaving behind burned souls and torn hearts and-
Mr. Greater Good passes by him, exiting the room, head held high, and Shouto’s fuse blows only a second later, he turns too, following on the tail of the shitty bureaucrat, while more and more people leave the meeting but no one bats an eye at them before he starts calling out for the bastard, shouting, “You can’t just let them get away?”
The black-tie turns looks over his shoulder, not really surprised, mostly not interested to put up with him, slightly perplexed and maybe even a bit upset. Who knows. Who cares. “You are young but should learn not to make decisions based on your flimsy emotions, Pro-Hero. This is not up for debate.”
The belittling, he would not bat an eye about. He’s heard worse, has never cared about people looking down on him. Learned to let them think whatever, he gives no shit and he won’t start right here — but the audacity, the cowardice… without thinking twice, cold hand reaching to grab the shithead’s necktie, he pulls him close. He hears hurried footsteps, people are approaching. Mumbles, voices. He knows. He knows but he can’t believe it. He doesn’t want to accept it but the man in question only glances down at the hand fisted in his expensive suit. “So unmannerly and violent.” he comments drily.
“Tch. I didn’t expect anything else from the Son of Endeavor. Like father, like son."
“Cut it off half'n'half.”
Bakugou somehow appears next to him, unceremoniously gets his arm between the two of them, pushing him away and he’s too stunned to do anything about it. It is like a whirlwind of emotions wrecking havoc inside his mind. Like a wild-fire burning away at him, flames licking at his insides like demons roaring under his skin. His hand is trembling, shaking with undefinable powerlessness. There is a hint of a smirk growing on the mans features now, as he shamelessly takes in the dual wielders stupor with quite obvious delight. It sinks in slowly but steadily, his heartbeat evident in his ears, hammering against his chest as if determined to escape its skeletal prison. It is a split second decision. He wants to-
"Just as entitled, just as pompous and just ridiculously stubborn.” the bastard dares to mutter and-
“That’s it, fuck this.” Bakugou makes a move to break his hold, warm hand wrapped tightly around Todorokis cold wrist while simultaneously pushing Mr. Tailored-Suit away, forcing the dual wielder to let go. The man is freed but not for long. In a swift second two explosive palms curl around the mans collar instead, a slight squeak escaping him as he’s held up higher, tighter, closer.
“Listen here you piece of shit. You should consider yourself lucky that I’m not in the mood to bash your shitty face in. I swear to, whatever deity you believe in, get the fuck out.You know exactly what this is about. Bastard.” then he lets go, shoving the bureaucrat away, watching furiously how he stumbles backwards, helplessly dropping to the ground in front of them. Those eyes wide open, gaping in disbelief and disheveled pride as the two pro-heros just stand there. Bakugo growls, snapping his eyes away from the pathetic maggot before he takes Shotos wrist again, gentler this time, drags him away before the bastard can even scramble to his feet. Said menace does and skitters away after picking himself up from the ground, mumbling something under his breath about “..hear about this..” and consequences and…“.. can’t believe it..” and the last part is what Todoroki agrees on. He can’t believe it.
It all becomes a blurry mess as they exit the building. He’s still being held, still not left behind. Still lead somewhere but can’t recall where exactly. He does not even know how long they keep walking, just kept his mismatched eyes trained on the dandelion head of his partner.
“Fuck them halfie.” he hears that sour grumble beside him and nods before he remembers that Bakugo won’t see it. Yeah. Fuck them.
“You didn’t need to do that, he was right I-"
"Shut the fuck up about it. Will you?" Todoroki does.
“You are nothing like him.” it isn’t much but in this moment it is everything.
“I know.” because he does.
