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The first time someone asks, Todoroki’s bundled up in a large comforter in the dorm living room because he has a cold and can’t regulate his temperature.
It was Kaminari who found him like that, and after snickering about how funny Todoroki looked in his blanket burrito, he managed to get the words out and ask.
“Dude, what happened? What’s with the blanket?”
“I’m sick. Bakugou wrapped me in a blanket and now I’m stuck.”
Kaminari broke down wheezing, holding his stomach and tears gathering in his eyes.
“I always knew Bakugou would be a very extra boyfriend, but damn.”
Todoroki frowned, sniffling a bit from congestion.
“Boyfriend?”
“Well yeah-“ Kaminari paused, seeing Todoroki’s confused expression. “You’re kidding.”
“We’re not together.”
Kaminari looked utterly fed up, which was a bit rude in Todoroki’s opinion.
“Oh my God.”
Kaminari left him there in the blanket prison.
Apparently the fact that Bakugou and Todoroki weren’t dating was news to the entire class.
Honestly, Todoroki has no idea where they got the idea that he and Bakugou were a couple. Bakugou was nothing but mean to him on a daily basis, usually for no reason.
And yet the class was mourning, as if they’d broken up.
“When did you guys break up?” Even Midoriya was in on whatever this class gossip was that nobody ever bothered to clue Todoroki in on.
Todoroki looked at him, eyebrows furrowing. “We were never together.”
Bakugou was getting a lot of questions too, but he handled it a bit more creatively than Todoroki did.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU EXTRAS. STAY OUT OF MY BUSINESS!”
“That wasn’t a no.” Uraraka couldn’t help teasing Todoroki, winking at him like he was supposed to know what that meant.
Huh. It wasn’t a no, was it?
Todoroki eyed his dinner with suspicion and mild disappointed. “These are different noodles.”
“Hah!?” Bakugou eyed him with annoyance, stood in the dorm’s kitchen wearing an apron. He’d just made soba for the boy. “They are not!”
“They’re lighter. It’s a different brand.”
“So? It’s still soba! Now eat it, you spoiled princess!”
Todoroki’s eyes narrowed at the bowl. He didn’t like when things changed.
He poked at the noodles with his chopsticks, hyperaware that Bakugou was watching him expectantly.
Reluctantly, Todoroki slurped up a single noodle, making a face.
“It’s not very good.”
“You liar! It tastes exactly the same!” Bakugou exclaimed with pure annoyance.
Kirishima watched the exchange with amusement. “Well hey, if he doesn’t want them-“
“He’s eating it! I went to the hassle of cooking, now you’re gonna eat it, Icy-hot. Every damn noodle!” Bakugou snapped.
Todoroki turned his nose up to it. “Give it to Kirishima.”
“You little…” A vein popped in Bakugou’s head.
Midoriya, Uraraka, Tsuyu and Iida watched from the living room with sweat drops.
“Why is he even cooking for Todoroki in the first place?” Uraraka had to ask.
“Um…according to Kacchan, he doesn’t eat enough. So now Kacchan’s making it his mission to make him eat…I think?” Midoriya explained, watching the exchange.
Bakugou stormed over and sat beside Todoroki, taking the chopsticks. “Open your stupid mouth. You’re eating it.”
Todoroki gave what could only be described as a pout of a reluctance. “I don’t want to.”
“I didn’t ask what you wanted. Eat the damn food!” Todoroki coughed as chopsticks were shoved in his mouth.
He begrudgingly found himself eating the mouthfuls Bakugou was forcing in with the chopsticks until the bowl was empty.
The others stared at them, disbelieving and a little stunned.
“Are we sure they aren’t a couple?” Tsuyu asked plainly.
Todoroki overheard and huffed softly, muttering to himself.
“We’re not a couple.”
It was the little things.
Like forcing Todoroki to spend time out of his room when he’d been cooped up for too long.
Or fixing his tie when it was crooked because apparently, according to Bakugou, that was basically a criminal offense.
Or making him food when he was hungry but not in the mood to cook for himself.
Todoroki’s friends (still weird to actually say he had friends), say Bakugou’s doting on him. Kaminari jokes that Todoroki really is a little princess.
But Todoroki’s no princess, and Bakugou’s not a doter. He just…wants to take care of Todoroki for some reason. And Todoroki lets him, because why not?
“W-What happened in here!?” Midoriya yelped as he saw the state of the kitchen in the dorms. Sheet after sheet of cookies were sitting all over the counters.
“Oh, Todoroki said he’s never had a cookie before so Bakugou’s making a batch of every kind.” Kaminari supplied with a snicker, watching Bakugou aggressively stir dough.
Midoriya sputtered. “B-But that’s crazy, and- wait, you’ve really never had a cookie before, Todoroki?” He asked the dual-colored haired boy in surprise.
“I didn’t think it was a big deal.” Todoroki noted plainly, sitting at one of the chairs at the counter.
“Hey Todoroki, are you sure you’re not a couple?” Kaminari joked.
“Why does everyone keep asking that?” Todoroki huffed softly.
Just then, Bakugou aggressively dropped a plate of cookies in front of him. “Each them and let me know which is best!” He demanded.
“Ooo, is that peanut butter-“ Kaminari tried to grab one.
Bakugou slapped his hand away with a spatula. “OI, PIKACHU, DO YOU SEE YOUR NAME ON THESE!?”
“Oh, come on, there’s hundreds!” Kaminari cried, rubbing his hand.
“I MADE THEM FOR ICY-HOT, SO HE’S THE ONE WHO GETS TO EAT THEM!”
Huh. Maybe the others had a point about Bakugou doting on him.
When did it even happen? Todoroki never asked for him to, that’s for sure.
“You better try one before Kacchan yells again.” Midoriya sweat dropped.
Todoroki picked up a chocolate chip cookie and took a bite of it. His eyes widened in surprise.
“Well?” Bakugou snapped impatiently, waiting for a review.
Todoroki smiled faintly, looking down at the cookie. “It’s good.”
He didn’t look up to see Bakugou’s face, but he heard him let out a sort of choked noise.
“Oh man, it’s over now, you complimented his cooking.” Kaminari joked.
Todoroki was confused, until he looked up at saw Bakugou staring at him with wide eyes, and a slightly flushed expression.
Huh. Cute.
“C-Cute!?” Midoriya yelped. Todoroki paused. Did he say that out loud?
Bakugou sputtered and nearly dropped his spatula, stuttering and trying to make a sentence. He finally managed to blurt out, “Icy-Hot, you’re going out with me now!”
“WHAT!?” Kaminari shrieked.
“Kacchan! Y-You can’t just demand someone goes out with you-“ Midoriya started anxiously in disbelief.
Todoroki stared, blinking a few times. He eyed the cookies on the plate, and then Bakugou, and then the cookies.
“Would I get more cookies?” Midoriya and Kaminari let out squawks of protest.
Bakugou grinned, chest puffing out with pride. “Heh. You’ll get whatever sweets you want, princess!”
Well now. That sounded like a good deal.
“Okay.” Todoroki smiled.
“This can’t be happening.” Kaminari cried.
“Todoroki you can’t just date someone because they make you food!” Midoriya whimpered.
Todoroki ate the rest of the cookie in his hand and decided that, yes, he definitely could.
“Eat more. Eat all of them.” Bakugou demanded, shoving the plate closer. But he had a little prideful smile on his lips he couldn’t fight off.
If being a princess meant he got snacks whenever he wanted, well then get him a tiara.