Bakugou balls up his shirt in one hand and then looks into the crowd. Straight at Shouto.
Before Shouto can react in any way (Smile? Wave? Pretend not to notice?), Bakugou throws the crumpled up bundle of cloth directly at him. It lands on top of Shouto’s fucking head.
I had the absolute pleasure of getting to draw a commission from @esselley‘s awesome todobaku fic Runnin’ With The Devil, which just completed posting today!
He didn’t have a goddamn clue what to do with the feeling of liking someone. He labeled it as annoyance, quiet outrage, a fluttering in his stomach that pissed him the hell off.
But he thinks…he’s pretty damn sure, that actually fucking everything is about Todoroki.