Todoroki liked his privacy. He locked the door when he showered and changed away from prying eyes in the comfort of his room. But with 2 roommates it was only a matter of time.

"Hey dude do you know where the – oh shit." Todoroki was half way pulling up his boxers, ass on show to Kirishima who'd just burst through his bedroom door.

"Fuck, shit, sorry - aha - sorry, shit." Kirishima's eyes dragged all the way up and down Todoroki's body, stopping at his ass for a few seconds before spinning around smacking his head on the doorframe - stumbling out with a door slam.

Todoroki processed for a couple seconds. Did Kirishima just check him out? Honestly, Todoroki had no clue. It's not like he was experienced...

A muffled conversation seeped through his door.

"What the fuck shitty hair – is your nose bleeding? What the fuck did you do? Oi Todoroki what happened to-" Suddenly the door slammed open with a confused Bakugou in the door way.

Todoroki still hadn't pulled up his boxers.

Bakugou stared.

(At his ass)

Both Bakugou's neck and cheeks flared a crimson red.

There was an awkward and painfully long silence.

"DIE!" Was that last thing Bakugou shouted in a flustered rage before almost ripping off the hinges of Todoroki's door to bang it shut.

...

Since then Todoroki noticed the way the other twos eyes wandered.

"Todobro! I can't quite reach behind the sofa my manly  shoulders are just too wide! Can you try for me?" Kirishima rolled his shoulders back as some sort of proof, a bright grin on his face.

"What's behind the sofa?" Todoroki glanced up from the manga he was reading. Him and Sero used to trade paperback copies a lot in UA. He was glad they were still close enough to recommend each other new ones to read.

"The remote! I can't find it anywhere so it has to be behind here. Come on please, I'll get you soba – I wanna watch the final Attack on Titan episodes!" Kirishima pulled the puppy dog eyes, dramatically pouting.
"Okay..." Todoroki put his book down and walked over, placing his knees on the seat to then lean over down the back.

"I don't think there's a remote down here, Kirishima..." Todoroki patted around on the floor - he was pretty sure he could feel a couple of Kirishima's hair ties, maybe a coin or two and definitely Mina's headphones that she lost last time the rest of the Bakusquad was over.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the back of his thigh just under his ass. He stiffened. It was large and warm, fitting across the back, thumb pressed firmly into the muscle of his inner thigh.

"Try going down a little further – I swear I saw it! Don't worry I'll make sure you don't get stuck." The hand started to slide up his thigh – a pressure brushing dangerously close to sensitive areas. Todoroki stretched a little more going further down the back of the sofa. The action caused his ass to rise slightly.
He swore he heard a faint 'damn' from behind him...

"Kiri-Kirishima I can't find it..." He curses himself for stuttering, thankful his bewildered face was hidden. Kirishima's hand started to squeeze the muscle, hence pushing up the meat of his ass. Parts of Todoroki's body were getting uncomfortably excited, the familiar blood rushing south was making his legs twitch.

Meanwhile, Kirishima was strangely silent.

Confused with the lack of reply, he started to haul himself back up. The wandering hand quickly left his leg like it had been burnt.
He honestly wouldn't have been surprised if he had let his quirk slip with all the evocative touching...

"Oh wait! It's right here – nevermind Todoroki!"

Once he'd risen from the depths, Todoroki turned around to see Kirishima, whose face was as red as his hair - remote in hand.

How strange.

...

Todoroki and Bakugou were having a sparring session. It was something they didn't get to do very often as work tended to be time consuming enough. 

They'd been at it for about 10 minutes and Todoroki was already planning on giving up. Bakugou didn't want to use quirks - so it was just hand to hand (something that Bakugou particularly excelled in). It wasn't that Todoroki was bad at it - but generally had less experience in as his quirk worked better long distance.

"Ready to eat dirt, Half n Half?"
"You wish."

Turns out Todoroki WAS going to eat dirt that day.

After 5 minutes of punches thrown back and forth, Todoroki launched a clumsy jab towards Bakugou's torso. Obviously Bakugou caught it and followed the momentum, pulling Todoroki towards him. With a well timed kick to the back of the knees, he fell to the ground - a heavy Bakugou landing on top of him and rapidly clasping his forearms behind his back.

But Todoroki knew not to lose without a fight.
Especially against Bakugou.

With his chest still held to the ground, he pushed his hips up to raise to his knees - lifting Bakugou up with him - attempting to throw him off his back.
But Bakugou was faster - shifting back in between his legs. He thrashed and kicked, hoping for an opening. The blonde growled in response, barely managing to keep him pinned down. A knee dug harshly into his shin, hand wrapping my around his ankle - if he weren't so tired he'd easily be able kick out.

At least that's what he's telling himself.

When did Bakugou get so strong?

"Give up, Halfy - you're not going anywhere."
Todoroki tried one last jolt before relaxing his muscles into surrender.

With the stop in motion, the only sound was the heavy breathing of the two men. Todoroki now realised they were in quite a provocative position. His chest pressed flat against the ground by Bakugou's upper body and hand that wrapped firmly around his forearms. But his stomach and hips raised up - weight on his knees. His ass pressed into Bakugou's crotch, who was kneeling in between his legs.

For a moment, he could barely breathe. The floor was cold against his cheek, contrasting the stifling heat of Bakugou's presence at his back.
The sheer fabric of the other's black tank top did nothing to camouflage the sheen of sweat over his skin. Todoroki watched a drop draw a trail down his neck, falling to his clavicle as he gulped. Shouto blinked as it fell on the back of his own neck - it burnt. 

He tensed as the hand on his forearms tightened, enough that he snapped his eyes back to meet red.
The reflection in the other's pupils made it look like everything around them was on fire.

Todoroki immediately looked away - for once, unable to stand the heat.
He heard Bakugou's breath tremble slightly, lips parted as he panted. There was a cut in the corner, Todoroki's own work. Faded swipes of blood tainted the skin of the his cheek. Shouto continued avoiding eye contact - even though he could feel Bakugou's glare boring into him.

Out of nowhere, Bakugou's hips bucked against his ass. The action ripped a gasp from his throat. The noise echoed in the empty hall - deafeningly loud. 

"Look at me."

With wide eyes and stuttered breath - Todoroki barely managed to look back. He was frozen. Ironic considering he felt on the verge of bursting into flames. The blonde wasn't even using his whole body weight against him anymore yet he couldn't move a muscle.

He opened his mouth to say something, anything - to cool the unbearable tension.
"Wha-"

"Announcement - ProHero Dynamight to the main office. Repeat - ProHero Dynamight to the main office." 

"Fuck."
Bakugou was off him in a flash, brushing himself off like nothing had happened. Todoroki let himself roll onto his back, ignoring the painful cramps the previous position had left him.

For a moment, Bakugou glanced down - hesitating. Todoroki tensed again at the gaze.

"Work on your left hand jabs - they're shit."

With the slam of the hall door, Todoroki finally felt like he could breathe again. Now he was alone he could feel his heart beating erratically. Fisting the fabric at his chest, he heaved in as much oxygen as he could. No matter how hard he tried - he couldn't blink the red out of eyes - trembling, not from being cold but... something else.

What was this feeling?