fic ~ thank you, next

[redonthemoon]

Fandom: BNHA
Pairing: Bakugou/Todoroki
Word Count: 666
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Pro-Heroes

Prompt: orbit

Summary: Shouto keeps getting asked why Bakugou? and he doesn't get it.

 

Here are the reasons why that's an absurd question...

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Whenever someone asks Shouto why Bakugou, Shouto is surprised. What do they mean by why? The appropriate question would be: how could he not?

Katsuki is perfect. Okay. Maybe not, he’s got some defects like his explosive character and rough edges, his grumpiness and overall I’d rather bite you than say hello attitude, but Shouto likes that too. It’s honest. Katsuki never shies away from who he is, never tries to appease the masses for a quick favor or positive review.

He’s no people pleaser, but that doesn’t mean he’s not attentive. Because he is.

 

People always ask Shouto why, because they only see how Katsuki scowls whenever Shouto is a little bit too handsy in public. They don’t see that behind closed doors, Katsuki is the clingy one who always perches Shouto over his lap and carries him everywhere, arguing that Shouto has worked hard enough today, that some villain has thrown him around and his body needs to rest.

They only see old clips of Katsuki denying being friends, and later, of him denying their relationship when Shouto admitted it in public. They never got to see how flustered Katsuki became the second the cameras were away, the tiny smile that escaped him, the proud puff of his chest as Shouto had publicly declared him his.

They only see the Hero #5 taunting the Hero #2, telling him he’d better watch out or he’ll be overcome by him next year. They never see the hungry kisses behind the scenario, the hands that slip and squeeze in a random bathroom stall of the award show, because ‘there’s no way I can wait until we reach home, princess, you look too fucking good’. And then the hours of bodyworship as he congratulates him once they actually make it home. Every kiss tasting sweeter than any award. Every lick, every caress given with his soul and heart, eyes shining with pride as that’s his man who is on top of the charts, beneath him in the sheets.

They only see the scolding after a fight: Katsuki yelling at him, captured on camera, but never the audio. They never hear the worry dressed as rage as he points out that that last move was too fucking reckless, that he could have gotten hurt, and then what? They don’t see the gloss on his eyes as Shouto gets patched up, because a little bit up and he might have lost an eye.

They only see the jeers as he needs a second to recover after he got released from the hospital, because yes, he was too reckless and ended up injured, sentenced to be confined to a bed for two weeks. They never see the worried eyes, attentive listening to the doctors, the precise questions to nurses, and the mental notes he takes as he’s planning ahead on how he’s going to take care of him once he’s released and they make it home.

They only hear a loud man who calls him names like Halfie, Icy Hot, Half and Half Bastard (whenever he has pissed him off really badly). They never hear the whispered princess, baby, doll, good boy, that melt his soul.

They only see a man who sneers and scoffs at big romantic gestures that his friends make for their partners whenever cameras are nearby, things pre-arranged with the PR department. They never see the warm meals he elaborates day after day, the prepared tube of cream for muscle soreness right at the door and hands more than ready to massage and apply, or the scolding bathtub already filled with Epsom salts. Because for him, real romantic gestures aren’t big or public, or pacted, but rather a sum of constant, private, meaningful, and smaller things that really count.

 

 

They say Shouto is the sun. They are wrong. Katsuki is. Shouto is just a planet orbiting around him, being pulled by his gravitational force.

In conclusion, if you ask why Bakugou, you’re a fool. Next question, please.