Revealing Lock Screens and Obscured Feelings (MHA imagine - Todoroki x Bakugou)
Rating: General Audiences
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Shouto Todoroki
Ever since they attended remedial classes together after failing their Provisional Hero License exam, Katsuki Bakugou and Shouto Todoroki managed to forge a friendship that Katsuki would deny vehemently if asked.
However, Shouto knew better.
It was evident in the way Katsuki’s insults for him turned fonder and milder. In the way he always came up beside him to spar whenever they had the chance, in an attempt to get better and stronger together. In the way he made sure they spent a lot of time studying and finishing homework together. In the way Katsuki started setting aside food for him on days he forgot to eat on time.
“You asshole, you changed my phone’s lock screen again! When the fuck did you even take this picture?” Katsuki yelled, his palm clenched in a fist as if trying not to turn him to dust where he stood.
Shouto looked up, an all-too-innocent glint in his eyes, trying not to laugh at the blond’s venomous expression. He liked to steal Katsuki’s phone from time to time and change the lock screen to anything he would absolutely despise. Random cats, pictures of their classmates, unflattering pictures of Katsuki...you get the point.
Surprisingly enough, Katsuki let him. He never explicitly told him to stop, and he never changed his phone’s password either (his password is All Might’s birthday, and he calls Midoriya the nerd, what a hypocrite). His murderous threats weren’t all that convincing anymore either— considering he never acted out on them — and that only served to encourage him further.
“I’m going to kill you, IcyHot-“
“No, you won’t. You’re training to be a hero, and I don’t think murdering me would look too good on your record.”
“Oi, shut up, candy cane! No one likes a fucking smartass. You’re lucky you make a decent sparring partner, otherwise-“
“Okay, that’s it, I’m going to take a shower. All of these fucking English proverbs are making me feel icky all over,” Katsuki exclaimed with a loud groan, putting his pencil down after they had spent a few hours working on the homework Present Mic had assigned that day.
Shouto only hummed in response as he looked up blearily and watched Katsuki leave the room as he idly twirled his pencil in his hand.
Suppressing a groan as he rolled his shoulders back to ease the tension in them, he set his pencil down and looked around the room to find something better to occupy his attention.
He perked up visibly when he noticed Katsuki had left his phone on the table. It had been more than a month since he’d last messed around with his lock screen, and now was his chance.
Looking at the door tentatively to make sure his explosive friend wouldn’t just walk in and catch him red-handed, he grabs the phone, quickly wondering what he should change it to this time.
Before he could arrive at a conclusive idea, he froze in this tracks as he took in Katsuki’s current lock screen, his mind stuttering to a halt as he processed what he was seeing.
He had to be hallucinating.
Maybe those proverbs had finally rendered him insane.
It was an image of the two of them, one that Camie had taken during one of their joint dinners they had been to after they had received their licenses. It was the only picture they had taken together.
Shouto could feel his heart racing a little faster as he just stared at the picture, his thumb stroking at the picture of the man he was in love with. He’d known how he felt about Katsuki when the picture was taken. That much was clear by the small, soft smile he adorned in the image. Katsuki, on the other hand, had his signature scowl plastered on his face, but his eyes seemed brighter. Softer.
Even though he had no idea why Katsuki would choose to put this picture as his lock screen, especially since there was no way he could ever love him, he couldn’t bring himself to try and change it.
Loud conversation belonging to Eijiro and Katsuki suddenly came from outside the room, alerting Shouto with a start. He frantically placed the phone exactly where Katsuki had left it and sat down at the exact same time the door opened.
“What’s the fuck’s the matter with you?” Katsuki asked, squinting at him. “Your face matches the left side of your hair.”
“Oh, uh- I’m okay. Just having trouble with the proverbs, you know.”
Katsuki walked over to where Shouto was sitting. Shouto fought the urge to squirm, feeling Katsuki surveying his work right over his shoulder. “Can’t even get this right, can you? Tch, I’ll help you with you after we grab dinner from downstairs. It’s late. Come on.”
Grabbing his phone, Katsuki quickly unlocked it to type something and closed it again, making no comment on the lock screen Shouto had seen.
He wanted to ask about it. Maybe it had been a dare? He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but maybe he was more important to Katsuki than the other let on. He didn’t know, and he so badly wanted to know.
“Oi, don’t space out on me, Halfie! Come on, get up, I’m not your babysitter!” Katsuki growls.
“Sorry,” Shouto stood up with a small placating smile, trying not to let the fondness he had for the other show. Katsuki often reminded him of a disgruntled kitten. Not that he would ever tell him that to his face. He did value his life. “Let’s go.”
Yep, Katsuki and Shouto definitely were friends.
And sometimes, Shouto wished that someday they would be more.
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