@holosteric , @todorokishouno , @superbiia
honestly, bakugou’s tempted to keep ignoring him. it’s what he does most of the time, especially instances where he’s barging into his room demanding snack foods and no, damn it, he payed for it with his own fucking money, it’s not his fault todoroki ate everything he bought before he left the store; but all the shit he crams in is mouth means bakugou’s the fittest one in the class, maybe right after kirishima, which is how he reasons his decision not to beat the shit out of him every time he comes in and actually sharing with him because when’s the last time he willingly did that–
the point is he’s used to tuning todoroki out. but there’s something keeping his attention, other than the obvious hilarity of the entire situation. seriously, if he were outside his body right now, bakugou would be tempted to laugh. at least sneer a little.
icyhot clearly has no idea what he’s going on about ( how the fuck did he get geometry involved in this? ), normally deadpan expression is….just as dull as it usually is. maybe this is just a misunderstanding?
but, bakugou has a feeling it isn’t. placing his book on the bed beside him and turning his body, he notes the two in the back swallow ( kirishima ), flinch ( deku ), with satisfaction & guilt in equal measure. it certainly doesn’t help when he speaks, a slow rolling rumble, “ ….look, i don’t know whose been putting what in that head of yours, half an’ half, but life doesn’t work like that. there’s no- no rectangle, damn it. “ he scowls, “so get your head out of your ass and quit wasting my time.”
it’s then he shifts his gaze, piercing scarlet meeting midoriya’s eyes with a glare. “hah? got anything to say about this, deku?”bakugou snaps.he’s singling him out, he knows this. maybe it’s because he’s the most….disbelieving. “are you actually going along with this shit?”
a sideways glance, kirishima stares straight back, even if bakugou knows he wants to look away. “….i heard you say you loved pikachu this morning, idiot. don’t say things you don’t mean and get swept up by this bullshit.”
the situation, as much as izuku doesn't want to admit it, is his fault. it all just happened too fast, too quickly, he didn't have enough time to think it through but was there supposed to be an excessive amount of planning.
his gaze moves to kirishima, the brief, fluttering touch of his hand making midoriya come back. to his body, to this confession gone awry--and yeah, maybe izuku didn't plan it out as best as he could have. maybe there was just, a lot of mixed feelings and complex emotions he hardly spared a glance because that's just how he was. too focused on his goals, on himself, unable to read moods much less understand them.
when kirishima touches him, he flinches out of habit. nothing serious, just a startle, a little tiny startle. the kind he got when the toaster went off after because they don't have timers and whose bright idea was that anyway because toasters make loud noises when they're done with toast and it's counterproductive not to put a timer on it and why was he thinking about this?
right, fluster. flinchy fluster fluster.
todoroki is forward, kirishima is kind, and bakugou is skeptical. those were all set facts he knew, things izuku had regained in his skull as he interacted with all three of them. and while normally he shrugs off bakugou's complete denial, there's something that gets izuku about his denial in regards to the words that left todoroki's mouth. todoroki was clear, albeit a bit on the confusing side, but he was able to correlate his emotions in a way he could understand. the allergies, something about shapes that reminded izuku his homework was due tomorrow, quad.
he had just got done telling himself that he wouldn't be cowardly about it, too. disappointment, izuku feels, but now's not the time to dwell on himself. it wasn't fair, to any of them, not todoroki, who usually kept to himself and didn't talk about how he felt or what he was feeling. to kirishima, who even now checked up on him. and kacchan.
so he steps forward, steadying his gaze. his eyes lock on bakugou's as he let's go of both of todoroki and kirishima's hands before speaking, " kacchan. you shouldn't d-dismiss their emotions s-so coldly. it's not fair, t-todoroki isn't... he doesn't know wh-what toying around means. and k-kirishima is horribly honest! to a f-fault, a little more th-than a fault, maybe, why be so k-keen on acting like it's n-not a possibility? "
izuku fiddles with the marks and grooves that cover his right hand, picking at the dry skin there as he keeps going. his heart is strangely quiet, or it was just beating so fast he could no longer hear it.
" if y-you think this is a waste o-of time, that's okay. but no one i-is putting ideas in todoroki's h-head, he can th-think for himself. and kirishima, " izuku lets his gaze falter for a second, moving to kirishima then sweeping back toward bakugou, a knowing smile on his face, " if y-you can't see it...then maybe you r-really aren't as perceptive as you th-think. "
" for m-me, it's a bit more c-complicated, " izuku's shoulders sag a bit, " more like admiration..tangible b-but not enough to be called lo-- , " the word dies on his tongue, so he tries to work around it, " not enough t-to be called like like i-if you wanna get middle s-school about it. but i s-still like you, " confidence bubbles in izuku for a moment, a laugh leaving his mouth, tone teasing, " even if you are kacchan. "
