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Shouto didn't know why he found himself in front of Bakugou's apartment of all people.

It was two in the morning and the blond possibly was asleep already. Most likely, actually. And he definitely would be pissed if Shouto woke him up. Especially because of something like this. Bakugou is not one for drama, for feelings. If Shouto wanted to talk, he should have gone to Midoriya. But he couldn't talk to Midoriya about this, because Midoriya wasn't gay.

How was Shouto supposed to tell Midoriya that he outed himself in front of his conservative father just to be kicked out as the family’s disappointment? How was he supposed to explain when his best friend didn't even know Shouto was gay? How was Shouto supposed to tell him he didn't have a place to stay, that he needed someone to take him in until he got his own place because unless everyone else, Shouto hadn't spread his wings at the age of twenty-four? How was he supposed to explain any of this to Bakugou of all people when he couldn't even face his best friend?

Well, that was because Shouto knew Bakugou was the only person who would get him. Because Bakugou has gone through the same. Because Bakugou had been out ever since he was seventeen, when he moved into the dorms and never went back home again. Because Bakugou screamed at everyone who tried discriminating against Mina when she first came out as pan. Because Bakugou understood.

There was noise behind Bakugou's door and the lights inside the apartment were turned on, accompanied by heavy steps and a row of curses. It only came to Shouto that he should have laid out what to say beforehand when the door swung open. The light inside of Bakugou’s apartment was brightening his eyes so Shouto had to squint, but he still could make out Bakugou's angry silhouette dressed in nothing but a silky robe wrapped around his body.

"What the fuck are you doing here at the crack of dawn, Icyhot? Do you know what time-"

Bakugou stopped in his whispered screaming and blinked at him, then, without another word, pushed the door open wide and ushered Todoroki inside. He shut the door behind his former classmate and led him not to the living room, but instead to the kitchen, where he leaned against the counter while Shouto stood inside of the room rather helplessly. Bakugou stayed silent for a while, his arms crossed and foot tapping naked and loudly against the tiled floor. He eyed Shouto in the half-dark and just then, as Shouto stood motionless, did he notice himself shaking.

"What," Bakugou started, his voice low and calm and sharp, "the fuck is going on?"

Shouto swallowed. Where to start, he asked himself. Why did he come here? What was he thinking, showing up in the middle of the night, a shaking, wet mess of tears and rain-stained clothes?

"It's raining outside," Shouto finally crowed, his voice sounding unlike himself.

"Yeah, I can fucking see that. What's wrong with your face? You cried."

It wasn't a question but rather a statement. Bakugou had always been quite the observer. In battle. In class. Never taking notes on paper, always thinking three steps ahead. He would have had a backup plan for Shouto’s situation.

"Yeah," Shouto answered, very intelligent. Bakugou kept tapping his foot. Then he finally dropped his arms and sighed, heavily.

"Todoroki, why are you here?

It was the first time Bakugou called him by his name. After years of being classmates, after years of working together as pro heroes, Bakugou finally called him by his name. The name his father now wished he wasn't carrying anymore. Once upon a time, Enji Todoroki would have wanted nothing more but for Shouto to achieve what he already did - become a respectable hero with an outstanding quirk. All that didn't seem to matter anymore.