fic ~ yes, only for you

[redonthemoon]

Fandom: BNHA
Pairing: Bakugou/Todoroki
Word Count: 666
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Tags: Fluff, Canon, Oblivious Shouto

Prompt: heels

Summary:
“Are those heels?”

 

The question is innocent, yet it raises such storm no one will ever forget it.

A tale about height differences.

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“Are those heels?”

The question is innocent, yet it raises such storm that no one will ever forget it. Bakugou’s screams can be heard throughout the building, bouncing off the concrete walls and polished floors of Endeavor’s agency.

“These are my fucking combat boots half and half! What the heck are you saying?!”

Shouto tilts his head and observes with rapt attention Bakugou’s shoes. No, he’s pretty sure last time he saw them the sole was flat, and Bakugou didn’t reach to meet his eyes. He points that out and the storm intensifies to the point that a couple of sidekicks come around to check them. Today, Midoriya has to leave early, leaving the two of them all alone in the last two hours of their internship. It has gone fine if you ask Shouto, Bakugou is a nice partner to have and their quirks match up pretty well.

Bakugou is still yelling, face scrunched in one of his grimaces, mouth all twisted and eyes filled with fire.

Shouto observes him and a tiny smile appears on his face, he can’t help it, he really likes Bakugou, he’s a good friend and he’s really happy of having him.

“I’m hungry. Want to check that place we saw?” He cuts Bakugou mid-rant and the man clicks his tongue and takes a deep breath.

“Fucking whatever,” he says at last.

Shouto nods and starts to leave while Bakugou keeps huffing as he finishes changing from his hero outfit to his civilian clothes. As he waits for him, his eyes fall on Bakugou’s combat boots.

He’s pretty sure now they have heels.

He wonders why, but he decides not to ask.

He’s too hungry.

 

+++

 

Shouto recalls that incident one day as he’s carrying an injured civilian. Katsuki is around, rescuing people too, after the building collapsed. The girl he’s carrying is wearing boots, and the tiny heels they have, more decorative than anything, make him remember Katsuki’s combat boots from back in their first year in U.A., how they mysteriously got heels and then stopped.

As their shift ends, he asks him about it in their car, on their way back home.

“What the—?! I told you those weren’t heels!”

Shouto sees how his ears have a hint of red and how he’s avoiding his eyes.

“Why are you so set on calling them otherwise? I don’t see why heels are so bad.”

“Tsk, you gonna wear some for me, princess?” He swallows loudly and then mumbles, “damn, that’d be quite a sight,” before he shakes his head and tries to steer the conversation away, but Shouto is stubborn too, and he won’t admit defeat.

In the end, between a lot of screams and denial, he gets a little hint of how their tiny difference in height seemed to bother Katsuki so much until he reached and surpassed Shouto.

Of course, Shouto always has to have the last word or at least a comment that leaves Katsuki thrown off in a direct knockout.

“But I don’t understand it… If you hated it so much when I was taller than you, me wearing heels now would be bad, right? Then why did you said-?”

“It’s not the same, dumbass!”

The conversation ends there, but the idea never leaves Shouto’s mind. A couple of weeks later, he walks slowly all the way from their bedroom to the living room, where Katsuki is resting, reading a book.

The tiny click-clack makes him raise his eyes and as he takes in Shouto, his jaw falls along with the book.

Oh yeah, the look in his eyes tells Shouto straight away that Katsuki doesn’t hate it, he doesn’t hate it one bit.

Katsuki approaches him, and in one heartbeat, his arm is firmly set around Shouto’s waist. Their eyes meet as the heels he has got aren’t that high, so basically Shouto is now the same height as Katsuki.

Katsuki licks his lips and whispers against his, “Are those heels for me, princess?”