Todoroki x Reader x Bakugo
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Bakugo slowly stood up first, shivering slightly in the process as a chill ran down his spine. He was tired of avoiding the damned ice. A grimace fell upon his face as he brought his crackling palm up to his...
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It was the day before the Homeroom Play.
Everyone from your Homeroom class had decided to stay after school to finish up anything that needed to be done before tomorrow night.
"Hey, y/n!" You turned around to see a wide grinning Kirishima, waving at you as he jogged towards your direction.
You expected the loud spiky ash blonde to be with him, but your lips downturned into a sullen frown when he was no where to be seen.
"What's up?" You forced a smile as the red head puffed up his chest, getting ready to tell you why he came over.
"Don't kill the messenger-" He exhaled, blowing out his cheeks and putting a hand behind his head before continuing."But well, you see...my bro, Bakugo, went home. He said something about knowing all his lines...and that you personally saw him in his costume." Kirishima brought his hand down, eyes looking towards the ceiling and shrugging his shoulders at what that could possibly mean.
Cocky bastard. You could only curse at Bakugo internally, a line appearing between your brows, making Kirishima wonder what's got you worked up all of a sudden.
You knew why Bakugo emphasized 'personally' to Kirishima, but luckily Kirishima didn't seem to know any better.
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You were passing out all the costumes to everyone, feeling a bit overwhelmed as most of the outfits included accessories and weapons, so it was a bit much to hand out by yourself.
"y/n."
You felt a tap on your shoulder, your mouth curving into a smile, already recognizing who the owner of the voice belonged to.
"Hello, Shoto." You greeted, pushing on your back legs to stand up from your crouched position over your backpack.
You twirled around to see the two toned boy before you, an equally warm smile on his lips.
He made a hum, his mismatched eyes wandering from you down to the stuffed backpack on the floor that was still threatening to spill its contents, mainly being articles of clothing. He had noticed your frazzled state from across the room since his eyes kept straying from what he was doing back to your form, so he decided to just come over and offer a hand.
"Would you like some help...?"
Before you could refuse since you didn't want to be a bother, Todoroki had already walked by you, shoulder lightly grazing yours as he went around you.
He bent down, now carrying your backpack by the straps in in his hands.
A flustered expression crossed your face since you were still hesitant to accept his help, but when his eyes captured yours in a deadlock and a coy lopsided smile grew on his lips, you couldn't help but just grin like an idiot and thank him.
