Ok quick question:
Does Todoroki have romantic feelings for Bakugo? Because all I know is that you said, after they kissed, that Bakugo's mindset was "maybe he was serious about getting married" and that Shouto's was "coming to terms with a [platonic] marriage." And then at the end of the fic, Shouto never actually specifies what the truth is considering his relationship and feelings for Bakugo. So...
Unless this will be covered in HVHDHC..?
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“Katsuki.” A tug. “Please tell me what I did.”
The summer air’s the same as it had been, as are the feelings—the emptiness, the weightlessness, the hopefulness. But the sounds are different, the hands have all been dealt, and he isn’t dreaming. He’s awake for this. He’ll stay awake for this.
There’s something else, too—the lack of hatred, the loosened grip, the letting go. A few things are different, it turns out. (Wrong again.)
Yes, Katsuki still has choices and Shouto doesn’t have all the answers he thought he did back then, but he’s mastered flight. And against all odds, he’s here.
Shouto stands in the way of so little, but he’ll wait and he’ll stand and he’ll pay for it and he’ll stay here in this moment.
Then, Katsuki inhales loudly. The next breath out—it’s shaky, unbalanced.
Still, Shouto waits.
“For all your big talk on accepting your feelings ya never actually said what the hell your feelings were,” Katsuki accuses in a tone that’s anything but. (If Shouto’s not mistaken, it’s half-envious and half-hopeful.) “Jumped right into houseplants an’ chores! A job offer. Commitment crap when you an’ me haven’t even gone on a damn”—the not-accusation gets overshadowed by the half-joyous and half-admiring tone Katsuki fails to swallow down—“date an’ it’s, I mean, c’mon, they headlined some orgs tryna get it legalized? One stupid-ass interview with some punk who ain’t even the main punk outta all those bigshots up there and it’s, like—”
Shouto tilts his head as Katsuki makes an aimless gesture as if telling him to “look around.” Before Shouto can think to obey, his hand slumps back down against his side with a fwip.
“There’s the finish line for those people, people like you an’-an’, an’ me!!” Half-prideful wars with half-fearful. (Both get swallowed up, too.) “There it is! Right there, dammit!”