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Prince Shouto didn’t understand why King Endeavor forbade his children to attend any of the previous festivals. The year that the oldest son, Touya, was invited to the festival, only he and the King traveled to All Might’s castle for a day of festivities before returning home.
But even for just a day, when he returned, Touya had changed completely. Shouto remembers how bright Touya’s eyes would shine when telling stories about the different people that attended the festival. The types of magic and clothing and colors that none of the Todoroki siblings had experienced in the Endeavor fortress. He even spoke of the huge families that traveled to join the festival, merchants and royals alike, that stayed for the week-long festivities.
At that time, Shouto didn’t notice the scrunched eyebrows on Natsuo’s face, too busy asking Touya to describe more of All Might’s castle and the festival. It was only after Touya ran away that Shouto came to the same realization Natsuo had: King Endeavor had purposely kept the rest of the Todoroki siblings in the fortress.
Of course, once Natsuo was of age to be invited to the UA Festival, he refused to leave his siblings behind. Natsuo would question his father: why must his siblings stay inside and miss the opportunity to build relations with other regions of the kingdom? Endeavor had noticed Natsuo trying to give advantages of bringing all of the Todoroki siblings to the event, and so only agreed for his daughter, Fuyumi, to attend in order to find a potential marriage contract. Natsuo blanched when the king allowed Fuyumi to attend just as a political tool, but at least he would be there to make sure nothing was forced upon his sister.
Shouto, on the other hand, was put under heavy education by Endeavor and was forbidden from leaving the fortress. He was the only Todoroki sibling to wield magic of fire and ice, making the king train him twice as hard to perfect each element. Too tired to even feel the disappointment of being left alone at the fortress, Shouto only wished for his siblings to have a good time.
After years past, filled with training and strict observation under the King, Shouto has become the textbook definition of an heir. His siblings held shame and guilt for being unable to comfort the youngest Todoroki, but Natsuo did not possess fire or ice magic like his siblings and Fuyumi was designated to busy-work around their home. The king left no chance for Shouto to spend away from his studies, and left the youngest sibling isolated from the others.
Shouto understands that Endeavor believes only the strongest magic will be able to rule a region, but the prince feels upset that his older siblings are treated like they’re worthless. Before his magic manifested, Shouto can still recall the days he and his siblings would laugh and play together. Now, his only solace is that the King’s focus is always targeted at his heir, letting Natsuo and Fuyumi escape bursts of fury.
However, if Shouto is to become the next ruler of the land of flame, why is the king limiting his knowledge of other regions in the UA Kingdom? If Endeavor believes that textbooks are the only thing Shouto needs to know in order to keep peace between his region and others, Shouto thinks differently.
Shouto has seen fear in the eyes of the people living in villages the king passes through. The fear of the king and the prince. All Shouto can see is the same fear his mother had the night she gave Shouto his scar. The same fear that his gentle mother had for the King, was directed at him. Endeavor might not care of what the eyes of others hold, but Shouto never wants to be the cause of fear ever again.
He wishes to provide safety and prosperity to his people, to reverse all that’s been stained by his father’s hands. In Shouto’s studies, he learned of how All Might was able to unite all the regions against a powerful foe to support people’s hopes and dreams. It will be a long time until Shouto can become someone reliable, but as long as he can keep his wish close in his heart, it will never be crushed by the King.
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The journey to All Might’s castle is uneventful. King Endeavor has Shouto’s horse steadily pacing behind the King’s, but leaves no room for idling. Not that there is much else to do. All Shouto needs to focus on is staying balanced on the saddle as he watches the surroundings change from barren land to parries to lush forests.
There is rarely any greenery left in the Land of Flame, having been burnt or harvested for use. Shouto misses seeing branches shift gently as wind passes through. His mother used to care for a small garden before she was banished from the Fortress. Shouto and his siblings loved to secretly accompany their mother and tend to flowers while the king was busy with meeting royal advisors.
Shouto continues to get lost in his thoughts until the city surrounding All Might’s castle comes into view. He and the king had left at dawn. After a day’s worth of riding, the sun is slowly setting as they arrive at the front gates.
Most of the festival decorations are finished, ready for the first day of celebrations in the next morning. Only a few shopkeepers bustle around putting final touches on their displays. The yearly celebration brings a variety of travelers after all.
Shouto can only briefly admire the twinkling lights and colorful banners before King Endeavor leads their horses towards the castle in the center of the city. As they pass through the variety of streets, Shouto can only think of his oldest brother’s stories and how they remain true through all the years.
To the prince’s surprise, at the castle’s entrance, is King All Might himself. Despite his frail appearance, Shouto knew the legends of his strength and unwavering will to save others. All Might stands with a handful of knights to welcome the families staying in the kingdom. Shouto can only think that his father would never do something like greeting guests at the front entrance.
As All Might gestures for one knight to guide a guest inside the castle, he turns to welcome his next guests.
“I’m glad to see you again, Endeavor. I hope you’ll enjoy this year’s festivities once again,” King All Might’s eyes shift from the other king to the passenger on the second horse. “And you must be the youngest Todoroki. Welcome to my home, please enjoy yourself and make wonderful memories.”
Shouto can only respectfully bow at King All Might’s soft gaze. Something about the other king immediately makes the prince feel as if a warm blanket surrounds him. Is this how a king should be? King Endeavor scoffs.
“Every year I’m astounded that you willingly stand here to wait for others to arrive. A king cannot stoop as low as a guard.”
The knights around the entrance tense as King Endeavor passes through to enter the castle grounds. Despite the Flame King attending every festival, no one could get used to the stern words he spoke to their king. All Might gives his knights a reassuring smile and has a knight with rectangular glasses escort the two guests to the stables.
After putting away the horses’ saddles, the knight announces that he will direct them to the rooms where they’ll be staying. King Endeavor walks past, stating he knows which chamber to go to and that the knight only needs to show his son around the castle before attending the night’s dinner banquet. The knight assures the king he will do his best to welcome the prince to All Might’s castle and begins to lead Shouto through the castle’s halls.
“Greetings, Prince Todoroki! Welcome to All Might’s castle, I am the Head Knight Iida,” the knight greets him with a sharp bow and Shouto nods as the knight begins to lead them through the vast hallways.
“At the end of that hall is the castle’s library, where a majority of advisors and mages spend their time.”
“If you look to the right, the windows show the gardens that look especially magnificent in morning light.”
“If we keep walking through this hall, we’ll reach the rooms where guests stay. Of course you’ll be staying in a single occupant room, but families could also request a joint space where all the bedrooms connect to a main living area,” the knight continues to explain. Apparently, King All Might had accommodations done almost every year for the vast amount of guests that stay for the festival.
Shouto doesn’t say a word, letting the knight continue to escort him around the castle. The prince can tell that the knight holds admiration for All Might, unlike the knights at the Endeavor fortress that ooze intimidating strength with their silence. The prince wonders if all the other knights in All Might’s castle are as dedicated as this one.
Now that he thinks about it, Knight Iida looks about his age as well. Perhaps he was trained here at a young age. The way the knight routinely greets each servant that passes by confirms the prince’s theory.
Shouto breathes a sigh of relief when they reach his room. He didn’t participate with the knight in their “talk,” but feels winded with just how much time he spent absorbing each word. Shouto hopes that his lacking social skills didn’t offend the knight, but as he thanks the knight for showing him around the castle, the prince hears a booming voice nearby.
“OLD HAG I’VE BEEN HERE EVERY YEAR I DON’T NEED YOU TO SHOW ME MY DAMN ROOM!”
“And what’s wrong with wanting to spend time with my son before he fucks off to the dueling arena like he does every year, huh?”
Todoroki can actually hear the responding growl of the son. When he looks over and makes eye contact with crimson eyes, Shouto can only stare at a blond man with… only pants and a cape.
“The fuck are you looking at, Half n’ Half?” The necklaces around the man clack together as he takes a step towards Shouto. The blond narrows his glare as Shouto continues to silently roam his eyes around the tattoos and patterns around the other’s arms.
Wouldn’t all the accessories get in the way at some point? The cape also looks fluffy enough to be an animal… maybe it is.
Suddenly, the blond smirks and leans towards the taller man.
“You like what you see? You’re practically drooling.”
“No, I was wondering why your cape was so big. Is it to overcompensate?” Shouto can only guess it’s to keep the other’s exposed chest warm. He’s also very sure he wasn’t drooling, but reaches up to his mouth to check if there was anything odd since the blond mentioned it. Too busy making sure nothing was on his face, Shouto fails to see the other man bristle before taking a leap towards him.
“YOU SON OF A-”
Luckily, Shouto was quick to use his ice magic to stick the blond to the floor.
For a second, everyone around them stills. Iida holds his arm mid-air, as if he was the one struck by ice. Shouto suddenly realizes that using his magic on another guest is probably not a polite thing to do and is about to apologize when the woman behind the rooted blond bursts into laughter.
“Now this is the first time I ever wished to have ice magic like that! This brat wouldn’t be such a handful if I could do this to him all the time,” she ruffles her son’s hair before turning to Shouto. “Don’t worry about him, he’s always looking for a fight.”
“Don’t fucking make excuses for me when I’m right here!!”
“Well someone has to uphold the Bakugou reputation and from what I can tell,” the woman pauses to look at her son’s frozen feet. “It’s up to someone that’s not being a little shit.”
The younger man opens his mouth to retaliate, but a hand on his shoulder makes him pause. A man with kind eyes only shakes his head, which is apparently enough to calm the blond man. His father perhaps?
“I apologize. It was just a reflex.” Shouto states as he gently melts the ice with his flames. As soon as the other is free, Shouto feels his collar being pulled. Suddenly, they’re practically nose to nose. Shining rubies pierce through his skull.
“My bad, reflex,” the blond huffs. Shouto can feel the warm breath on his face and wrinkles his nose. He feels a weird twisting in his gut and has to focus to stop from fidgeting.
“Let go,” Shouto knows that using his ice magic is unfair of him, but the other man had attacked first. Yes, Shouto might have been rude, but he did nothing wrong. The young prince will stand his ground, no matter how uncomfortable the closeness may be.
The blond stares at him for a moment longer before shoving Shouto away. The tense feeling in his stomach settles as he straightens his tunic.
“Fucking whatever, Half n’ Half.”
“My name is Todoroki Shouto.”
“Oh yeah? Then tell your asswipe dad he can piss off from the western mountains. That’s my turf,” the other taunts and crosses his arms. Shouto notices how the sleeves strain to stretch over tanned forearms and wonders what kind of training the blond has done to gain so much muscle.
“Mind your fucking manners,” the mother scolds and knocks the back of her son’s head. She looks towards Shouto and gives a bright smile. “I’m Bakugou Mitsuki, this is my husband Masaru, and my troublemaker son here is Katsuki. Our tribe is the mountainous region in the west.”
Shouto gives them a slight bow at her formal introduction. Yes, he remembers now, Shouto had read about a large tribe of warriors that took refuge in the mountains to care for their dragons. Despite having the strength from beasts, the Bakugou family takes pride in their warriors and are known for their fighting spirit.
King Endeavor had talked about training dragons of his own to power his army, but if Shouto remembers correctly, his father was having trouble discussing trade with the Bakugou's. He can now guess why.
Shouto watches the Bakugou family as they enter their room across the hall. He guesses that they’ll be staying together in one of those family suites that Iida mentioned. As Iida reminds Shouto about the dinner feast in an hour, the prince waits until the knight leaves to breathe out heavily. He hopes he won’t have to interact with any more… energetic individuals anytime soon.
...
Luckily the dinner is a straightforward affair. The large ballroom has multiple long tables to sit and small talk with other guests, and food laid out for individuals to plate as they please. Shouto is a bit surprised at the number of people staying as guests in the castle, but at a closer look he notices that even citizens of the city are welcome to the dinner feast. No wonder they are eating in a ballroom instead of a dining hall.
Shouto chooses to grab a few foods on his plate and eat outside on the balcony. It is quieter and the prince has secretly wanted to gaze at the bright stars at night. The Land of Flames has too much ash scattered in the wind to see the night sky.
His father told him that all Shouto needed to do was stay by the King’s side on the first day of the festival. He grimaces at the thought of being shown around like a pony, but as the next in line for the Todoroki throne, he must be introduced to all the royal families of the UA Kingdom.
At least now, as the soft breeze rustles his hair, Shouto can have some time for himself. If the interactions he has had so far will be similar to the ones he’ll have tomorrow… Shouto hopes his mental strength will last.
The next morning, Shouto wakes up at dawn. Not his choice, but his body has been trained to rise as soon as the sun begins to peak over the horizon. Sleepily, Shouto changes into a blue vest with gold threads and white pants. His sister had told him he looks “extra princely” in this attire and laughed awkwardly as she packed clothing for him. Shouto didn’t have an option on the outfit, but he’s already a prince so what more could clothing do to prove it?
King Endeavor is already walking towards Shouto’s room as he finishes changing. Without another word, Shouto falls into step with his father.
Despite the small rays of sun, there are already a few workers and guests up and bustling around the castle. Shouto slowly begins to actually wake up and can’t help a flutter of excitement in his chest. The first day of the festival… Will there be as many foods as Touya described? Apples with a candy syrup coating, or fluffy clouds that melt in your mouth, or meats roasted right at the vendor?
Knowing his father, they’ll quickly go through introductions and maybe… just maybe, Endeavor will find Shouto’s behavior tolerable enough to leave alone the rest of the day. As long as Shouto makes sure to not encounter Endeavor outside, he’s sure he’ll be able to sneak out of his room, just like when Shouto goes out of the fortress for horse riding. He doesn’t get to ride for long, but he’s grateful for the short time anyway.
There are already a few leaders inside the castle that his father introduces Shouto to. A man with a stern face with green and yellow hair, a lanky figure with clothing covering half his face, and a hulking king with a long black cape that had protruding fins. Shouto had bowed and formally greeted each one with practiced lines, then stayed silent as his father continued to discuss political matters.
Shouto can tell the others were slightly off-put by Endeavor’s bluntness, but they eventually ease into their role as leaders of their region. Although he knows his weakness is small talk, Shouto can’t help but think that it would be a better way of speaking to others, rather than how his father goes about directly pushing his topic into a conversation.
As they step outside the castle and walk towards the city streets, the sun has made its way up high in the sky, brightening the colorful banners and balloons around the wooden buildings. Shouto can already hear laughter and voices mingling together.
He almost doesn’t want to move, to keep this moment frozen in time. The relaxed faces of merchants, royals, and civilians all celebrating for the peace of the kingdom. Shouto suddenly feels a bone-deep ache for the Land of Flames to have peaceful days like this, rather than the dry, sullen atmosphere that he recalls seeing when he and his father pass through towns.
“Shouto! We don’t have time to gawk like animals,” Endeavor’s booming voice breaks Shouto out of his trance. He takes one more look at the bustling street, reminding himself that he might have a chance to join the festivities if he obeys Endeavor’s demands. Breathing in, Shouto keeps his face neutral as he trails behind his father to meet more of the kingdom’s powerful figures.
Each meeting goes by in a blur. Now that the festival is really kicking in, Shouto gets distracted more than he’d like. He’s sure to introduce himself as usual, but he can no longer pretend to listen to his father grumble about boundaries and trading and other whatnot. Sometimes the prince will see children playing a game he’s never seen before. Other times he’ll catch a whiff of a pleasant scent and try to look for the source. But most of the time, Shouto can’t help but watch all the people in the streets enjoying their time with their friends and family.
Shouto knows it’s already a lost cause for himself; a broken up family and no friends. He doesn’t mind, growing up as an heir, Shouto was used to just looking from afar. But that doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy other people’s smiling faces. If everyday people can walk with twinkling eyes, Shouto gets enough warmth by just watching.
His gaze is still wandering as his father speaks to a man with a red feathered coat when Shouto hears a familiar voice.
“Shut the fu-frick up, kid, I’ll nail the target straight on for your stuffed whatever.”
He’s a bit surprised to see Bakugou holding a toy rifle with as much animosity as a real weapon, but what shocks him more is a teary-eyed child gripping onto the red cape on the blond’s back. The two are at a stall with 3 targets, each getting smaller than the previous one. There are multiple stuffed creatures hung up on the stall’s walls; colorful animals to miniature stuffed All Mights.
Shouto watches as Bakugou hits the first two targets with ease, knocking them backwards. But as he gets to the last and smallest target, Bakugou can’t seem to knock it down with the rest of the fake bullets. Shouto can almost see the rage in Bakugou’s body build with each shot. The child on the other hand, seems to have forgotten about the prize as they watch with wide eyes at the man repeatedly hitting the target dead on.
The stall vendor only chuckles when the toy rifle clicks empty. They give Bakugou a pat on the shoulder, but the blond brushes the hand off to shove a few coins on the stall table. It looks like he’ll be trying again.
The targets are reset and Bakugou gets handed another toy rifle. As he watches, Shouto notices that this time Bakugou doesn’t have a prideful smirk he had before. His focus is straight at the targets and when he gets to the last one, he shoots all the bullets in a rapid fire, instead of one by one like he did the first time. The target falls over and the child leaps up with a cry.
Laughing, Bakugou nudges the child towards the vendor, letting them pick a prize to keep. Bakugou almost looks fond as the child hugs a small All Might plush, thanking him profusely before running to show their family.
As the child rushes past Shouto, Bakugou catches the prince starting and his mouth drops to a frown. Shouto continues to watch as Bakugou stalks towards him and growls.
“Staring fucking again, huh, Half n’ Half?”
“That was very sweet of you.”
Bakugou is visibly taken aback before he scoffs. “Yeah, and? The kid was literally wailing in front of the stall.”
“I just didn’t think a brute like you would care as much,” Shouto contemplates aloud. Oh, maybe he shouldn’t have said that, judging by Bakugou’s reaction.
“BRUTE? I’ll show you what a fucking brute is,” Bakugou reaches out to yank Shouto’s collar in a familiar motion, but Shouto grabs his wrist, stopping the blond’s arm from moving further.
Another, familiar, tense moment passes and Shouto can’t help but think that this is the second time anyone has been this close to him.
“You trying to piss me off, princeling?”
“No, but you sure do like to start fights for no reason.”
“I wouldn’t have to if you learned your damn place! Stop acting so high and mighty. Acting like your shithead dad-”
Shouto couldn’t stop his frustration from leaking into his voice. “Don’t compare me to my father.”
“Oh struck a nerve? Fucking prove it then! The dueling arena is finally fucking open,” Bakugou tilts his head and gives a wolfish smirk. Shouto feels a rare competitiveness rise in him, but then eyes sear his back.
Right, his father is nearby.
Eyes hardening, Shouto lets go of Bakugou’s wrist and turns to his father, stiffly bowing. “I apologize for the interruption, it won’t happen again,” He gives a pointed look to the blond at his last words, but Bakugou just rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, as long as you take that stick out of your ass.”
“Watch your language, boy,” King Endeavor’s voice booms. “Shouto cannot associate with vulgar barbarians.”
Shouto feels himself tense at his father’s words. The Bakugou's take pride in their status as warriors. He remembers reading that barbarians were landless people that held no sympathy for the weak. There were even rumors that they’d feed off the bodies of those who did not show strength. To call Bakugou a barbarian is a strike at their region’s pride. Does Endeavor know no boundaries?
Bakugou’s eyes suddenly become golden in color and sparks flicker on his palms.
“What did you just call me?”
Endeavor only looks down at him, as if a pest has entered his line of sight. Shouto acts at the same time Bakugou leaps forward. The prince makes sure to firmly grab the other’s arms before leaning in to whisper.
“Don’t do this-”
“Fucking daddy’s boy do you even understand what he just said?!”
“There are multiple innocents around and my father won’t care about the damage he does to defend himself,” Shouto’s voice drips in disgust as he tries to stop Bakugou’s rage. The prince has seen what his father could do and get away with. Even though they’re in All Might’s region, Shouto doesn’t want to take any chances.
He can hear the popping from Bakugou’s palms fizzle out, but the arms in Shouto’s grasp remain tense. Looking at the other’s face, Shouto sees the usual sharp red eyes still glaring at Endeavor.
Bakugou briefly glances at Shouto before ripping himself from the prince’s hold and turning away. Shouto can only mutter a soft apology as Bakugou disappears into the crowd of people.
Endeavor says nothing and begins to walk towards their next destination. Shouto diligently follows behind, trying to swallow his uncomforting feelings and keep his indifferent facade.
Fortunately, there are only a few more introductions before Shouto can conveniently retire to his room until the dinner banquet. He tells his father he’ll be resting until then and waits until Endeavor’s heavy steps fade far from his room door. The sun is already starting to set, but it doesn’t discourage Shouto. He’ll be able to freely wander the city streets for the rest of the evening!
Pulling on the cloak he secretly packed in his belongings, Shouto carefully leaves his room when no one is in the hallway. Luckily for him, many individuals are also wearing hooded cloaks to keep the wind chill at bay.
Now that he has time to take in the sights of the festival, Shouto feels the bubbling of excitement in his chest. Armed with a small bag of coins, he follows his nose to the closest food stall.
It’s a whole new experience for the prince to eat while walking. Having food on sticks really is revolutionary, Shouto would have never thought of it. At first, he is a bit reluctant to try meat grilled on a stick, but after the elderly man urges him on, Shouto gives in and takes a chance. The smile the vendor has at the prince happily munching on the snack makes Shouto want to try everything he can.
From savory fruits to gooey rice cakes to juicy sweets, Shouto gladly hands his coin to the vendors working hard to keep the festival full of life. He even tries the game stalls scattered around the city, handing each prize to the starry-eyed child watching him play. Shouto imagines that this is the same warmth Bakugou felt earlier whenever a child beams with delight.
Recalling the blond, Shouto sees a few people heading towards a dome building. Probably the dueling arena, with clangs of steel and cheers echoing in the distance. Before he can think any better of it, Shouto heads into the building to see two knights fighting.
Surprisingly, he recognizes Iida in the arena dueling with a tall woman with black hair tied into a ponytail. They look evenly matched, each blocking the sweep of a sword directed towards them. They go on for a few more clashes, observing their opponent for a slight opening.
However, Iida acts first by quickly dashing to the opponent’s right and tactfully twisting their sword out of their hand. Cheers ring in the air as Iida and the woman shake hands. Shouto claps along, impressed that the woman could stand evenly to a Head Knight of All Might’s castle.
He watches as she walks to the side towards a girl with short hair and respectfully averts his eyes as they reunite with a kiss. Although he knows that couples can have displays of affection as they please, Shouto would rather not get caught staring unabashedly. He can admit that he’s curious, but it doesn’t mean he can go kiss anyone. He is the heir to the Land of Flames after all.
Additionally, he doesn’t think he’d let anyone get close enough to become another tool for Endeavor.
As Shouto looks around, he spots a red fluttering cape entering the arena. A massive amount of cheers erupt at the figure’s entrance. Shouto also notices an equal amount of boos and jeering from the audience as well. Smirking towards the crowd, it’s Bakugo that flicks his middle finger to goad the cat-callers.
Abruptly, Bakugou’s eyes meet Shouto’s and the prince feels regret curl into his gut as the blond marches towards him.
“YOU!”
“Me,” Shouto sighs dejectedly.
“Finally grew balls to duel? I’m up next and I get to choose the sorry bastard that gets beat to a pulp,” Bakugou’s mouth pulls wide to show his teeth. “It looks like it’ll be you, Half n’ Half.”
Shouto should have expected this to happen when he entered the building. Now he’s stuck between an enthusiastic crowd and a stubborn warrior looking for a fight.
“Come on, daddy’s boy, I know you got some spirit in you. I saw it earlier in the city,” Bakugou taunts.
Shouto hates that the blond’s words work and feels his magic surging, waiting to be released. He feels like Bakugou always knows how to successfully provoke him and Shouto doesn’t understand why he feels adrenaline pump in his veins. The prince didn’t know he held a competitive streak, but he won’t fall for Bakugou’s taunts.
“Unless you’re going to be as bullshit as your father-”
“One match.”
Well, just one joust won’t hurt.
Bakugou grins like a cat that caught a canary as Shouto removes his cloak and walks towards the fighting ring. He distantly hears Iida shout his name, but Shouto instead goes into a fighting stance, frost already forming on his right hand.
Bakugou flings his cape to the side, leaving only necklaces to cover his torso. Black tattoos wrap the entirety of his tan shoulders, distracting Shouto for a second before the blond spreads out his palms, releasing large explosions with a roar. Shouto has never encountered this type of magic, but he is easy to adapt. He figures that keeping out of melee range will let Shouto avoid any close impact of explosions and let him focus on long-range ice magic.
Though he loathes to admit, his fire magic has yet to be tamed. Every time he is forced to use his fire, it flares like an inferno and engulfs his thoughts. Shouto’s fire only breaks free when he’s broken and battered; his latch ditch magic.
After every training with Endeavor, if he’s pushed to use his fire, Shouto passes out from exhaustion. The sessions are usually spaced out enough for him to recover, but the prince still dislikes how weak he feels afterwards. He’d like to avoid any alerts to Endeavor about his son losing consciousness.
Hardening his frost to ice, Shouto crosses his arms to block the coming jab from Bakugou. The other always seems to reach out with right hand first, Shouto notes. Yesterday when they first met and earlier today, Bakugou reached with his dominant hand. He most likely relies heavily on that arm.
Shouto shoots ice towards the ground, but Bakugou leaps back in time to dodge the slab of crystals that form on the dirt floor. He notices Bakugou open his mouth to provoke him, so Shouto sends out another wave of ice towards his opponent.
Pushing his palms downwards, Bakugou uses his explosions to jump incredibly high in the air. Cheers continue to ring out as both men use their magic. Shouto keeps his distance, but with every attack, Bakugou gets closer and closer.
His flames start to call out to him, but Shouto suppresses it. Gathering more ice, he forms a large ice shard and hurls it towards Bakugou. Predictably, it gets shattered into dust with an explosion, but Shouto uses that moment to rush around the ring while Bakugou is disoriented.
He can barely feel his right arm anymore, but he summons another wave of crystals to Bakugou. The dust from the last explosion dissipates and there’s no sign of the blond. Shouto quickly looks up, but it’s too late. Bakugou was already blasting downwards after jumping above the cloud of dust.
“I know you have the fire, shithead! Stop fucking holding back!”
Shouto barely dodges the impact, hitting the floor and rolling to the side. He can feel the flicks of his fire brush his fingers, but hesitates. There are too many people watching. What if his flames get out of control? He’s not like his father, he doesn’t want to be the cause of char and destruction.
“You think I can’t handle your fucking flames? You and your dad ain’t worth shit to me if you can barely control your damn magic!!”
Bakugou pounces again towards Shouto, aiming an explosion at an ice covered arm. He lets out a grunt as the ice bursts and scrapes his arm. Even though Shouto can tell his skin hasn’t been broken though, Bakugou’s words sting more than his arm. He really can’t control his magic. Shouto can picture his father standing above burning villages, soon reduced to ash. The fire will overcome him and the people in the arena will get caught. Shouto heaves.
“I… I can’t… the flames will-”
Bakugou grabs Shouto’s chin and forces their eyes to meet. His breaths come out in frosty puffs and Bakugou stares straight at Shouto’s bi-colored eyes.
“YOU can and YOU will. I’ve felt you flames before and I won’t stop until I see them again. You have control,” Bakugou’s low voice reverbs through Shouto. Both of their chests heave from exhaustion as they reach the limits of their magic. His memory flashes to yesterday when Shouto used a small flame to melt the ice around Bakugou’s feet. A flame with a purpose. Magic that was focused on a task.
Shouto’s ice flowed freely through his fingers like air, but his fire needed to be reigned like a horse. His suppression of fire made each release rage, but all he needed was a steady, focused control. Shouto has that control.
Bakugou’s words are like wicks to Shouto’s fire. Just a little flame, only to warm. They latch on and seep out through Shouto’s skin, igniting his left arm. But it doesn’t rage. It doesn’t overtake his thoughts. He only thinks of flames that warm his skin and feels them mold to his will.
He takes a deep breath in, letting the last of his frost take over his right arm.
“You asked for this.”
Bakugou’s eyes shift golden and a manic grin spreads on his face.
“That’s more fucking like it!” He howls and jumps back, avoiding Shouto’s flames creeping towards him.
With his mind split in two, Shouto’s ice lacks accuracy and his fire will occasionally flare without his consent. But now with both magics, Bakugou has a harder time getting closer to Shouto. The prince can tell the other’s explosions are already straining with each dodge. If he can keep forcing Bakugou to use explosions to move…
Shouto sends out his ice and fire around the ring, creating multiple swirls of magic for Bakugou to weave through in order to close in.
One, two, three, four, and…
After Bakugou’s fifth blast of magic, he’s in arms reach of the prince and Bakugou reels back a fist. At the same time, Shouto pumps as much ice as he can around his arm, crystalizing it and chilling the air around him. Forming a small flame in his left fist, he focuses on bursting the crystal as soon as his fist crosses and collides with Bakugou’s right shoulder.
Shouto hears Bakugou grunt and grips at his bruised shoulder. Shouto knows he packed enough flame for just a non-lethal burst, but still feels a flash of worry for the blond. Before Bakugou can retaliate, Shouto feels his vision blur. His legs give out and he weakly opens his mouth.
“Don’t tell… him...”
The last thing Shouto sees is Bakugou’s wide ruby eyes as he reaches out to him.
...
“-to stay for a day to recover.”
Shouto hears a muffled voice and slowly opens his eyes. His arms ache and his mouth feels dry. Looking around, he’s laying in bed in his room and wearing just his undershirt. His right arm is wrapped in bandages, but the rest of his body remains uninjured. There’s a glass of water on his side table and he holds back a groan as he reaches over to grab it.
As he drinks, he listens to the voices outside his door.
“Why is my son ill? What have you done to him?”
“I didn’t do fuck all, shithead! You probably didn’t feed him shit today, dragging him around without eating just to show him off like a fucking pony- OW what the fuck?”
“How many times do I have to tell you to watch your damn language? Anyway, I’m sure Prince Todoroki will recover after a good rest. Why not enjoy the festival for once?”
Shouto can feel the heavy silence even from in his bed. He sighs and puts the glass back on the table
“I’m fine, just a bit… lightheaded,” Shouto calls out loud enough to be heard through the door. He quickly picks up on Bakugou’s lie and decides it’ll have the least repercussions from his father. And maybe he can stay for the festival a bit longer.
Endeavor opens the door and inspects Shouto. The prince pulls his best neutral face, briefly adjusting his right side to hide his arm from sight. Before his father can speak, Bakugou pushes past and points at Shouto.
“I TOLD you, he needs to eat. Look how pale he fuckin’ is. I had to call Recovery Girl to look at him,” Bakugou looks pointedly at Shouto and the prince sends an eye roll in return. Yes, he knows how to play along, he’s done it before.
“Yes, I fell asleep for too long and… collapsed in the hall when trying to head out.”
“You’re weaker than I thought, Shouto,” Endeavor’s words pierce the air. Shouto doesn’t take it to heart, he’s heard those words often enough for them to grow dull. But Shouto can see Bakugou bristle and hopes that he won’t cause a scene.
Luckily enough, Bakugou remains quiet as Recover Girl walks over to Shouto’s side and leans over.
“He’s told me to keep your scuffle a secret, but if this happens again I will have to inform your father,” the words are stern despite her soft voice. The elderly woman touches his forehead and confirms with Endeavor that the prince will need at least a day’s rest to recover.
With a displeased sigh, Endeavor leaves the room along with Bakugou’s mother, who smiles and wishes Shouto a fast recovery. Recovery Girl passes a small jar to Bakugou and he gruffly thanks her while pocketing it. Shaking her head, she bids both boys a good evening.
Once their steps fade away, Bakugou glares at Shouto.
“... Does this always happen with your fuckhead dad?”
“Huh?” Shouto didn’t expect his question. “The passing out part or the getting belittled part?”
“Both, I guess,” Bakugou responds and clenches his fists at his sides. Shouto furrows his brows.
“Yes, I usually pass out after using my fire magic because I’m still learning to control it,” Shouto looks down at his hands. “My father also criticizes me often enough that I’ve grown used to it, so you don’t have to worry.”
“Who the fuck said I was worrying?” Bakugou stomps over to sit at the foot of the bed and looks at the floor. “It’s just… You’re not weak. That duel? It was the most fucking fun I’ve ever had. To call you weak is the same as saying it was a shitty fight.”
Shouto is a bit taken aback at his honesty, but appreciates Bakugou’s words nonetheless.
“Besides, your fire and ice were goddamn amazing.”
Shouto feels his face flush at the praise. He’s never been so bluntly complimented. Sneaking a peek at Bakugou, he can see the other’s ears are bright red as well. The prince smiles for a bit.
“Alright that was fucking sappy. I know I was only talking out my ass saying you didn’t eat, but are you actually hungry?” Bakugou shifts his gaze towards Shouto. The prince still feels a bit sore from the duel, but the thought of eating more festival foods makes his stomach growl.
“Damn alright then, let's go to the banquet.”
Shouto slips on a plain coat and Bakugou leads them out the room. Thankfully, the two manage to steer clear of Endeavor at the dinner banquet. The ballroom-turned-dining-hall continued to have a large amount of people socializing and eating. A few citizens recognize Shouto from the dueling arena, telling him how exciting the duel was. Shouto makes sure to thank them and turn the conversation to a different topic, always looking around just in case his father was within hearing distance.
After the third person stops Shouto, he pulls Bakugou with him to the balcony he sat the previous night. Just like then, no one was out here, leaving the two men in peaceful silence. They both lean on the railing with their plates resting on stone.
Shouto finishes his food when he remembers something.
“Sorry that my father called you a horrible name earlier,” Shouto still feels disgust that Endeavor would purposely use such a term.
“Oh the barbarian thing? Yeah, he’s an asshat, so I don’t care what he says now. But why the fuck are you apologizing?”
He didn’t really know why. Shouto just felt the need to tell Bakugou he wasn’t what his father called him. Shouto’s silence doesn’t bother Bakugou and he continues to eat.
As he watches, Shouto can’t help but admire the warrior’s strength. Not only is Bakugou physically capable, but his words are genuine; often crass, but kind. He has great qualities as a King. Shouto wonders if he’ll hear of Bakugou more often since they’ll both be future leaders in the UA Kingdom. Speaking of…
“Bakugou, are you of age to inherit your crown?”
Bakugou’s mouth frowns and he finishes chewing.
“It’s not exactly like inheriting the throne, but a test? All of the humans and dragons are able to duel the current ruler once they’ve finished their standard training, so there isn’t an exact age to get the crown. The old hag… despite how she looks, she’s the ruler for a reason.”
“So you’ll be fighting your own mother for the throne?” Shouto isn’t surprised that the blonde woman was the current leader in the mountainous region. She kept Bakugou in line - most of the time - while still keeping a formal appearance towards others. Women rulers are uncommon, but Shouto knows that gender isn’t a characteristic that determines a good leader.
“Damn right I’m fighting her - can’t help it - but I know I’ll fucking win,” Bakugou smirks and looks up at the night sky. It's not arrogance in his posture, but resolve. He’s trained since birth to earn his place as a king and he’ll be damned not to get it.
“I think it’s a high possibility you will,” Shouto can’t hold back the next words that slip through his mouth. “As long as you can keep your mouth in check.”
“HAH? What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well your mother seems to always land a blow on you when you speak crassly, but I can’t imagine you’ll refrain from that kind of language anytime soon,” Shouto trails off, leaving Bakugou to gather his wits. The warrior gives him a flat look.
“Fuck you.”
Shouto chuckles. Bakugou has a small smile on his face as he watches the prince, red and white strands moving softly in the breeze. Bathed in moonlight, the other looks amazing. Despite the wrinkles in his tunic and the bandages wrapped on his arm, the Todoroki prince looks like someone straight out of a fairy tale.
Bakugou’s eyes follow a pale hand as Shouto reaches up to push some hair behind his ears.
“Wait,” the warrior grabs Shouto’s hand and brings it towards him. “Is it from your ice?”
Bakugou’s hand feels warm wrapped around Shouto’s. He knows his right side is always a bit colder than his left, but Bakugou’s hand somehow makes Shouto feel like he’s been entirely dipped in warm water. He hopes the other doesn’t mind his cold fingers.
“Yeah… that last punch had a stronger burst because of the sudden temperature change. I didn’t think about the shatter.”
“Your arm was wrapped in fucking ice, shithead. Of course it would fuck up your arm,” Bakugou pulls up the sleeve of Shouto’s coat and inspects the bandages. Some of his blood has already bled through the material. If Shouto’s being honest, he doesn’t feel any pain, but maybe it’s because his arm is still numb from overusing his ice.
Shouto slowly tries to warm up his arm with fire magic, but Bakugou gives him a knowing glare and pulls the sleeve back down. He doesn’t remove his hand from Shouto’s wrist, grabs both their plates, and starts pulling him through the ballroom.
After giving both plates to a worker, Bakugou brings the two towards their rooms. But instead of leaving, he drags both of the men into Shouto’s room.
“Alright, take that shit off.”
Shouto stares blankly at the other until Bakugou scoffs and pulls out the small jar he got earlier.
“You need to put this shitty cream on your arm to stop the bleeding.”
“Okay… but why are you telling me what to do?”
“Because I’ll fucking help you, dumbass. You can’t exactly wrap a new bandage on your arm by yourself.”
Bakugou makes a solid point. Shouto goes ahead and removes his coat and undershirt, leaving both of their chests open. As he unravels his bandage, Shouto’s curiosity gets the better of him.
“So why must you always be shirtless? Is your cape supposed to act as a cover?” Shouto couldn’t imagine leaving his torso exposed all day; he already feels vulnerable without a shirt in his own room. Additionally, with Bakugou glaring at him.
“Is that what you’re thinking when you drill holes into my chest?” Bakugou smirks. “It just so happens to be easier to move around like this. I don’t get you stuck-ups with laced tunics. You can barely move in that shit."
Shouto nods in understanding. The tunics are supposed to be form fitting. With how much Bakugou tries to rile up others, of course his body is always ready to fight. The prince also feels like it’s a personal choice as well, eyeing the tattoos that peek from under the cape’s fur. To look intimidating, probably.
Carefully unwrapping his arm, Shouto feels the slight sting of the cuts as they are exposed. The red marks look better than expected. Most of the cuts have closed. He hopes the wounds heal before Fuyumi sees. She always feels responsible for when Shouto gets hurt, even when it’s usually his own fault.
Opening the jar of cream, Bakugou scoops a small bit on his finger as he sits next to the prince on the bed. His gentle touch surprises Shouto. Bakugou’s brows slightly furrow in concentration, making sure the cream is spread evenly on each cut.
The expression reminds Shouto of when the blond played one of the festival games and won a toy for a child. For someone with a fierce appearance, Bakugou sure knows how to look after others. A gentle care that makes him feel at peace in the warrior’s hands.
“My mother used to do this for me too,” Shouto remembers. “Even though I can treat my own wounds, she would help me. I think it was probably guilt that made her do it, but after she was sent away, I never had the chance to ask her why.”
Bakugou pauses and looks up. Red eyes search blue and gray for something that Shouto can’t guess, but the blond sighs and reaches up to pinch his cheek.
“She did it because she cares for you, Half n’ Half. That’s what an actual mom does,” Bakugou pulls Shouto’s face around by the cheek. “I, on the other hand, am doing this because I fucking feel like it, alright? Don’t get any shitty ideas.”
“I wasn’t particularly thinking about anything.”
“Yeah, I can tell.”
Shouto slips back into silence while the other applies the medicine. It’s a comfortable atmosphere between the two and after Bakugou re-wraps the arm in fresh bandages, Shouto feels a wave of fatigue wash over him.
“Thank you, Bakugou,” Shouto yawns. “Even though our first meeting was… unconventional, I’m glad to have met you anyway.”
“What the fuck ever, sleeping beauty. Festivals are the perfect time to be unconventional.”
Shouto doesn’t reply, already fast asleep, leaving Bakugou to toss the blanket over the prince. Not many people realize, but Bakugou immensely enjoys the festival. From the foods, the games, and the different events to participate in, he indulges in the excitement just like the other attendees. It’s his favorite time of the year and he can’t imagine his childhood without the memories of running around the city streets.
The warrior remembers the lonesome look the other had when talking about his banished mother. He feels a slight pang in his chest imagining a young boy fending for himself, especially with the hothead King Endeavor. The UA Festival is to celebrate peace in the kingdom and let the public join together to have fun. It doesn’t matter the class, the race, the region, or the gender.
If Bakugou is correct, the Todoroki prince has never been to any of the previous festivals. He would have remembered the red and white split hair. To have missed so many fun childhood memories at the festival… Well, it’s not really any of his business. Or that’s what he tells himself as he tucks a lock of hair behind the sleeping prince’s ear.
...
Shouto wakes up the next day with no plans. He and his father would have left the castle at dawn, making their way back to the Land of Flames. But now that he needs another day to recover, he wonders if he’ll be stuck in bed all day. His right arm feels fine now, just minor aches if he moves it too much.
It wouldn’t be too bad to walk around the castle at least, right? Just as he finishes buttoning up a casual tunic, there’s a knock at his door.
“Good morning, Young Todoroki,” All Might gives Shouto a warm smile before stepping into the room. “Sorry I couldn’t see you yesterday, I heard you had a dizzy spell the other day. Are you feeling better?”
“Ah… yes. I was about to walk around the castle,” Shouto’s surprised that All Might would visit him for something like this. He doesn’t know if he feels flattered or a bit embarrassed. But considering the lengths the king goes to accommodate guests for the festival, Shouto realizes that this is the kind of king All Might is. Someone with the ability to reassure others and make them feel cared for.
“Right! Endeavor had informed me that you both will be staying for another day, so be as boyish as you’d like,” All Might firmly nods and gestures for Shouto to follow him out the room.
They’re walking towards the garden when Bakugou rounds the corner with a fruit in hand.
“Young Bakugou! Good to see more young men up early in the morning,” All Might pats Bakugou’s shoulder. The warrior scoffs, but makes no move to push the king’s hand away. Shouto vaguely thinks that sometimes All Might feels more like a grandfather than a ruler of a city, especially at times like these.
“Well yeah, why would I start the day like a lazy sack of meat? All the extras around here need to suck it up. There’s even a festival outside,” Bakugou mumbles and takes a crisp bite of the apple he grabbed from a passing worker.
“Why don’t me and Prince Todoroki join you for a stroll in the gardens? I know you like to spend your time there in the mornings,” All Might laughs at Bakugou’s offended expression, but the blond doesn’t stop them from following him out the castle.
Shouto recalls Iida mentioning the beauty of the castle’s gardens, but when he looks around at the greenery covered in morning dew, it’s more astounding than he imagined.
Vibrant flowers cover bushes that wrap around the area, making a small maze that leads to a fountain in the middle. White cobblestone is placed on the ground to show visitors where to go and multiple trees stand around to give shade from the sun.
The three walk towards the center of the garden silently, breathing in the crisp morning air and feeling their muscles relax. Shouto can see why Bakugou would come here often, especially since no one else seems to be here in the morning.
They’re still walking through the flowers when All Might speaks.
“So Iida had informed me of your duel yesterday.”
Both Shouto and Bakugou tense. Will this conversation lead to bad news? Taking a quick look at Bakugou, Shouto knows it’s best they tell the truth. Iida had witnessed the duel and their words weren't strong enough to go against the head of All Might’s knights.
“Yes… I didn’t mean to bring that much attention to myself, but the fight got a bit intense.”
A bit of an understatement since Shouto passed out from his overuse of magic, but he couldn’t describe the duel with any other word.
“What’s it to you? Is there a problem with dueling in the dueling arena?” Bakugou crosses his arms and looks at All Might.
“No, it’s fine! It is a festival activity after all,” All Might takes a step forward and turns around to face both of his guests. “However, Endeavor has made it very clear that he does not appreciate delays in his travels. Every year he returns home after one day of the festival to continue his work.”
Shouto deflates a bit at All Might’s words. He isn’t looking forward to speaking with an angered Endeavor. Bakugou curses under his breath.
“Fucker… what’s the point in celebrating if you barely participate?”
“Now, now, this isn’t to scold you,” All Might pats both of their heads. “I was told that you both put on quite the show! Many citizens enjoyed your spectacle, I wish I joined to see it.”
Shouto feels an unusual swell of pride curl in his chest and gives a small smile to the king. Bakugou grumbles but the prince could see the flush on the other’s ears. They didn’t care to notice how big the crowd had gotten during their duel, but to have All Might offer praise made them realize that their fight was actually quite exceptional. Even if magic is well known, All Might’s region did not specialize in magic training. With how much magic they used, they’re lucky that no one got hurt.
“This might seem sudden, but I have a proposition for you two,” All Might takes his hands away from their heads and waits for the young men to respond. They nod and he speaks again. “I would like you two to perform for the citizens on the last day of the festival.”
“Perform?” Shouto tilts his head. If it relates to their duel, maybe a mock battle?
“I have received many positive reactions from the both of you, and as the next generation of rulers, I think it would be wonderful if you two could perform a dance to show your efforts in keeping UA’s peace.”
A… dance? Shouto only knows how to ballroom dance because he learned it as a part of his studies. Something about future events as he becomes the next king. Besides, if he remembers correctly, the warriors have their own cultural dance and Shouto can bet that it’s nothing similar to ballroom.
“You’re asking me and Halfie to dance? For the city?” Bakugou has an unamused expression. “Why the hell would I do that?”
“Well, it would make the kingdom’s morale high and many of the other region’s families agreed to join… and I can make sure Endeavor doesn’t interfere for the rest of the week.” All Might secretly hopes that the Todoroki prince will agree. After all these years, many rumors have gone around the capital of the ruthless Land of Flames, but if Prince Todoroki performs for the festival’s finale, the unease will get wiped away. The king wishes for young Bakugou to join as well, because it will help develop his personality immensely. Not that All Might thinks the boy needs it, but Bakugou can look a bit intense at first glance.
“For the rest of the week? I don’t think my father will allow it,” Shouto doubts Endeavor will put off his work for even two days.
“I can call in a favor, do not fret, young Todoroki!”
Shouto still doesn’t think that will be enough to convince the Flame King, but when he sees All Might’s pleading eyes, the prince gives in.
“Okay, I agree to perform for the festival,” Shouto tries to hold tight on his conviction to be a good ruler, even if it means dancing in front of an entire city. “However, I only know the standard ballroom dance.”
Bakugou whips his head to look at the other, stunned. Does he know exactly what he’s agreeing to? Bakugou remembers past festivals where others had performed in the center plaza. There is an enormous amount of people that come to watch. Will the princeling be able to actually perform if it’s his first festival?
“Thank you, young Todoroki!” All Might beams. “As for Bakugou, you don’t have to perform with Todoroki if you don’t feel confident in learning his style of dance-”
“HAH? I can dance that boring shit any day,” Bakugou shouts.
“Great! Then you shall be Todoroki’s partner,” All Might looks so genuinely happy that Bakugou bites his tongue from denying the king. But if Bakugou’s gonna dance, he should at least have fun too.
“Fine. But Halfie needs to learn my dance too, I can’t do just a snooze fest waltz.”
“That’s a magnificent idea, Bakugou! The warrior’s dance is full of passion and I’m sure the citizens will appreciate the showcase of your talents,” All Might claps his hands together. “There is an open space in the castle for you two to practice, I’m sure you’ll do great.”
Before the two could react, All Might motions for them to follow him back into the castle. Looks like Shouto does have plans for today after all.
The room they walk into is smaller than the ballroom being used for dinner banquets, but enough room for a one or two table gathering. One wall has windows facing the garden to let in natural sunlight and a protruding bottom section for individuals to sit and gaze outside. It’s an ideal secluded room for two heirs to practice dancing.
All Might walks to a large decorated box in the back corner of the room and presses the centerpiece. It lights up and after he rotates some dials, music begins to spill from the box.
“One of the scientists was able to build this machine to play multiple genres of music, just for the purpose of helping students practice,” All Might explains. “You may not be students here, but I’m sure it will help you two learn.”
Shouto is wondering how exactly he went from fighting Bakugou to dancing with him when there’s a knock on the door.
“Your Majesty, you have an appointment with the mages in 10 minutes! Have you prepared?” Shouto recognizes Iida’s voice through the door. Not only is he the head knight, but he seems to be the king’s right hand as well.
“Oh yes! I’ll be with you in a second, Iida,” All Might turns to the two heirs. “I wish you both the best of luck! Feel free to use this room whenever you’d like, I know you’ll show something extraordinary.”
With one last delighted smile, All Might leaves and both men are faced with the reality of the situation. Not only will they be teaching each other how to dance as partners, but to learn a different dance as well.
“Fucking fantastic,” Bakugou runs a hand through his hair. Shouto notices that it looks soft even with the myriad of spikes. “So where are we gonna start, princeling?”
“What do you mean?”
“Good god, stop staring and activate some neurons in that head of yours! I’m asking if we should start with your dull ass waltzy shit or learn my better, more fun salsa?”
“I think it would be best to learn the easiest dance quickly and then have more practice for the second one,” Shouto knows that standard ballroom can be broken into easy steps and turns, but wonders what exactly salsa entails. “Could you show me what kind of dance you’d like to do?”
“You think salsa will be easy? FUCK off,” Bakugou stomps to the music player and a rhythmic beat starts echoing the room. Soon enough there are horns playing an upbeat melody and Bakugou tosses his signature cape to the side.
With a smirk, Bakugou starts stepping to the beat while rolling his hips and shoulders. It’s somewhat hypnotic and Shouto can’t look away from the body moving in front of him. The music abruptly slows and Bakugou takes his time to sway and turn away from the other. It allows Shouto’s eyes to roam over the dips of Bakugou’s body as he moves and feels too intimate despite being a few meters apart.
Suddenly, the music returns to the upbeat pace and Bakugou whips around to take wider steps as he turns, going back and forth. The necklaces around his throat clack together, but it does not deter Bakugou. Somehow his presence fills the entire room and Shouto can see the glee in Bakugou’s eyes as he moves. There’s something mischievous in the way the warrior dances, as if asking for anyone better to take a step ahead of him.
Of course, Shouto does not and instead watches as a light sweat builts on Bakugou’s skin. After a minute, the music ends and Bakugou is pleased to see the other speechless.
“Don’t worry, Halfie. I’ll teach you a salsa so simple, even you could do it,” Bakugou steps toward the machine again and a familiar 3-step waltz begins playing. “But for now, lets see how you waltz.”
The two end up waltzing for the next hour because, as Bakugou puts it, they are “fucking up tremendously.” Shouto doesn’t understand why he forgets when to turn or stumbles his footing when he feels warm hands squeeze his shoulder. Or when the muscles under his hands shift. Bakugou has a surprisingly small waist and Shouto can’t help but marvel at the ratio of chest to said waist.
“Alright I need a damn break, your brain keeps fucking off to who knows where and I feel like I’m dragging around a corpse.”
“You shouldn’t be dragging me, I have the lead part,” Shouto ignores that, yes, he’s distracted, but only because his dance partner is practically naked as they move together. He’s not going to admit that though.
“Because you don’t fucking know the woman’s part or whatever! At this point I don’t think you know how to lead in a waltz.”
Bakugou rolls his eyes at Shouto’s frown. Looking out the window, Bakugou can tell it’s about time to eat an actual meal and turns to the prince.
“Anyway, it’s time to eat, I’m fucking starving.”
Shouto agrees. He remembers one of the noodles with dipping sauce being served at one of the festival’s vendors and licks his lips. Shouto is thankful that this predicament allows more time for him to indulge in the festival treats.
“Meet back here in 20 minutes, we still have a shit-ton of things to do before the end of the festival.”
Already halfway out the door, Shouto waves goodbye to Bakugou and follows his nose to the city streets on a hunt for more delicious foods.
Unfortunately, Shouto is only on his third plate of soba noodles when he feels something yank his back collar.
“I FUCKING SAID 20 MINUTES ASSHOLE!”
Something about these noodles makes Shouto’s worries fly away. Even Bakugou’s yelling can’t take away from the addicting slurp of thin noodles.
“I’m still eating, Bakugou.”
“I see the two finished plates behind you, halfie!! I spent this whole hour looking for your dumb ass and you’ve just been EATING CARBS??”
“I had some dango as well, it tastes much sweeter than it looks.”
“HOW THE HELL DO YOU EAT SO MUCH,” Bakugou sighs heavily and drags a hand down his face. “Fucking, oh my god, we have shit to do and I’m not letting you out of my sight!”
Shouto feels a bit childish being dragged back to the castle by Bakugou, but he won’t ever regret eating soba. He cherishes his final bite and tries to find the enthusiasm to dance.
“Bakugou, could you at least keep your cape on? It’s distracting.”
“Not having my cape… distracts you?”
“Yes.” There’s too much to look at otherwise. Shouto realizes it’s an odd request but he’s become too used to Bakugou’s fluffy cape collar and feels an odd fluttering when it’s absent.
Bakugou’s expression gives nothing away as he stares at Shouto. The prince tilts his head in confusion and Bakugou begs any deity to give him enough patience to last the rest of the week.
“Fine, but you better fucking focus so we can get this right.”
Shouto places his hand on Bakugou’s back and under his cape. He can still feel warm muscles shift at his touch. At least it’s marginally better than seeing all of Bakugou’s skin in the open. Shout straightens his posture and feels his breath catch as Bakugou places a hand on his shoulder.
Now that he’s actually looking at Bakugou’s face, Shouto notices the light dust of freckles on tanned cheeks. Objectively speaking, Bakugou is very beautiful. He has angled eyes and a sharp nose. When Bakugou isn’t cursing every second sentence, he almost looks like an exotic warrior.
Clasping their hands together, they begin with a simple turn, then spin, then turn. Shouto notices that Bakugou continuously glaces down at their feet and has to pull Shouto through each spin.
“Bakugou, you need to be closer.”
“HAH? We’re already close enough.”
“You keep pulling me, which means we are not close enough to move at the same time,” Shouto explains and uses the hand on Bakugou’s back to push them flush together.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!”
“Please don’t shout, I’m literally next to you.”
“Fuck you,” Bakugou hisses, but quieter. He glances down and realizes he can’t see their feet as they move.
“You don’t need to look. Just count to 3 with the music, here,” Shouto begins to count each step as they turn and make their way around the room. Oddly enough, Bakugou listens and the waltz begins to feel more comfortable.
Something still feels slightly off to Shouto. If he remembers correctly, their stomachs should be pressed together and backs slightly arched.
Oh!
“Bakugou, you need to lean back a bit more.”
“The fuck are you talking about, you just pushed us together like sardines and now you want to-”
“No, I meant just your torso, you need to arch your back as we spin.”
“Motherfucker,” Bakugou mumbles something about suggestive words, but leans his shoulders back.
Making sure to keep Bakugou balanced, Shouto also leans back and secures his hold on his dance partner. Their next spin almost feels like slow motion. Shouto feels like he’s like a plant swaying in the wind. With a solid anchor at his waist and an equal weight going in the opposite direction, he is free to bend as he pleases. Bakugou’s cape flutters around them gently, almost like a ribbon being wrapped around them. The two men swirl around and when they complete the turn, Shouto sees Bakugou’s eye gleam.
“Now that’s more fucking like it! Let’s do more of those, yeah?”
Shouto shares his excitement. Most of his teachers never let him spin faster than “recommended,” but he always held a boyish wish to see how fast he could spin without faltering. But Bakugou isn’t an instructor and practically pulls Shouto into dramatic spins.
Shouto pulls back in retaliation, accelerating their steps and not fighting back the smile that spreads on his face. They both begin to playfully widen their steps, almost to a comical degree, making them hop around the room.
At some point, they both get dizzy enough to settle into a dip and break into laughter. Their foreheads almost touch as they catch their breath.
“Ya know,” Bakugou huffs through chuckles, “if we dance this kinda waltz, I don’t mind being your partner.”
“This isn’t the most conventional waltz, but His Majesty did say to do something extraordinary.”
The two share a look and they begin practicing again until the sun begins to set. They settle with a basic routine that repeats until the music ends. All Might enters the room just as the men are cooling down from practice. The king can see the sweat on their bodies and marvels at the efforts the heirs are doing for the festival.
“Thank you for practicing so enthusiastically, boys!”
Shouto wouldn’t say he was as eager to perform, but he had gotten swept away with Bakugou’s taunts. For each push and pull, Shouto was sure to respond in kind.
“I have also informed Endeavor about young Todoroki’s assistance for the festival performance,” All Might exhales. “He did not agree with it, but I informed him that I will be monitoring your progress and eventually conceded. However, Endeavor still has an important meeting to attend back in the Land of Flames and left earlier today.”
Surprised, Shouto looks at All Might in disbelief. His father left? Shouto has never been away from home without his father. He can’t tell if the feeling in his gut is unease or excitement.
“Thank fuck for that, he’d be on my ass if he stayed here,” Bakugou grunts and grabs Shouto’s wrist. “Time to eat, princeling, and this time you’re not just eating a meal full of carbohydrates.”
He doesn’t protest, already used to Bakugou doing whatever he likes. As long as Shouto gets to eat more festival foods, he’s fine with wherever he’s dragged to.
Instead of eating at the castle banquet, they end up grabbing food from vendors in the city. Roasted vegetables, karaage, and at least one plate of soba, which Shouto fought tooth and nail to get. Even if he can stay for the full duration of the festival, Shouto wants to have the noodles as often as possible.
Eventually, Bakugou starts challenging Shouto to see who can win the most stall games. The prince was reluctant at first, but as they play a balloon popping game, he finds it more fun than he expected.
There’s actually some strategizing to do for these games. Shouto and Bakugou go head to head, exchanging wins at every stall. They don’t care for the prizes and hand them off to anyone who watched them play.
“I guess that’s 5 wins to 4, Bakugou,” Shouto can’t help teasing the other. The blond will always hunch over like a cat ready to pounce.
“I fucking said the first one doesn’t count! You weren’t even trying, shithead!”
“But I still won, no?”
Shouto feels oddly relaxed in the presence of the irritated warrior. The sun has already set, a dark sky covering the city, and lamp posts dotting the bustling city streets. As they look around for the last snacks to eat and games to play, Shouto notices a few children crouched down at a stall.
He takes a closer look and there is a small tub of water with goldfish swimming around. One of the children is using a flat paper scoop to quickly swipe a fish into a bowl, but the paper rips before they can pull the fish up. The child looks so forlorn that Shouto squats down to ask how to play.
“If I can get a fish, I’ll give it to you.”
The child looks starry-eyed and encourages Shouto to do his best. It shouldn’t be too hard. He can get at least one fish, right?
Shouto rips his first and second scooper. Such tiny fish shouldn’t rip the paper so easily. Or maybe the paper is too thin. He furrows his brows. The fish swam away so quickly as well.
He jolts as Bakugou swipes a paper scoop and nudges him over.
“You have to wait for the dumb fish to stop moving and quickly scoop them at an angle,” Bakugou explains as he hovers his scoop over a group of orange fish. As soon as a fish breaks apart from the group, Bakugou quickly picks up the fish and drops it successfully in the bowl.
The child claps gleefully and Shouto looks at him in awe. Not only did Bakugou get a fish in the bowl, but the paper did not break.
“How many can you get?” Shouto had asked the person running the stall and they told him as long as the scoop didn’t break, he’s free to keep trying.
“Let’s find out, Halfie,” Bakugou smiles smugly and plops another fish into the bowl. At this rate, Bakugou could get enough fish for a prize as well!
Both Shouto and the child cheer as the amount of fish caught increases. Bakugou watches as Shouto’s smiles with the same childish joy as the kid; round cheeks and all. It’s so disgustingly cute that Bakugou feels his heart squeeze and ends up putting too much movement while scooping. His paper scoop rips and Bakugou curses under his breath.
“Wow… that’s 10 fish,” Shouto looks around the stall and points to a shelf with jewelry laid out. “That’s enough points for something on that.”
The child pulls on Shouto’s arm and tells him they don’t want the prize and that he can choose. Bakugou is busy pouring the goldfish into a bag, so Shouto looks over the prizes.
Most of them are handmade beads or trinkets looped through leather. Shouto notices a thin armlet with a singular light blue bead in a teardrop shape, similar to Bakugou’s necklaces. He picks it up and walks over to where Bakugou kneels to hand the child a group of fish in a plastic bag.
The child jumps up and wraps their arms around Bakugou’s neck, thanking him happily. The blond ruffles their hair, telling them to take good care of their new fishy friends.
Bakugou softly smiles as the child runs off to show off their new pets to their family.
“You seem to always have a soft spot for children, Bakugou.”
He whips his head towards Shouto and glares.
“Fucking sue me, they’re only kids for so long. They should at least enjoy themselves.”
“If only I had met you when I was younger,” Shouto muses. “Would have caused a handful of grief for my father.”
The prince chuckles at the image of a younger Bakugou cursing out Endeavor. He wonders what kind of adventures a young Bakugou would go on. Maybe running around with dragons?
Bakugou ignores the twinge of regret at the other’s words. He can’t change the past, but he still feels frustrated at how much Endeavor lingers over his son. But looking at Todoroki, Bakugou can feel satisfaction running through him, being able to cause small smiles from the prince.
“Yeah sure, we would’ve been little shits or whatever. What lame prize did you pick?”
Shouto grabs his arm and ties the armlet above his sleeve.
“This reminded me of you,” Shouto says and takes a step back. “It matches your necklaces.”
Bakugou immediately flushes and sputters.
“You fucking!!! Do you even know- Why would you- You’re such a shithead!”
“You’re welcome.” Shouto has become used to Bakugou’s extensive curses and takes his yelling in stride. On the other hand, Bakugou is beyond shocked at Todoroki’s actions. Placing jewelry on a warrior from his tribe is equivalent to a request to begin courting! Even if the prince was sheltered all his life, placing jewelry on anyone has its implications!
Bakugou knows that Todoroki had no such intentions, but he can still feel a flush work up his face and hope the lights are dim enough to hide it. Deep down, Bakugou could admit his growing attraction to the prince. At first, it was just because of Todoroki's pretty face, but when they fought, Bakugou’s heart sang.
Finding someone with enough strength to keep Bakugou on his toes is rare and even if Todoroki has a rock for a brain, Bakugou feels a determination in the prince. It draws him in like a moth to flame. But he thought it was just fascination. The idea of courting the prince? Or the prince courting him?? It flutters his insides and makes Bakugou sweat.
The gift certainly does NOT make Bakugou flattered. Whatever. Todoroki is dense as hell anyway.
“I’m not thanking you for shit, Halfie! I’m going to bed,” Bakugou turns and starts making his way back to the castle. “We’ll be starting salsa tomorrow so do me a favor and get ready to listen for once!”
It’s still a bit too early to turn in, so Shouto watches as the red cape disappears in the crowd. The night sky is clear and Shouto realizes that he doesn’t have any energy to look around the festival. Maybe he’ll get a cup of tea from the kitchens and sit in the garden until he’s tired.
…
Shouto wakes up the following morning to the sound of knocking on his door.
“HALF N’ HALF WE GOT SHIT TO DO!”
Bakugou’s loud voice isn’t the most pleasant thing to wake up to, but Shouto gets up to dress anyway. Now that Endeavor is back at the Fortress, it finally dawns on Shouto that he will perform on the last day of the festival.
And he has to learn salsa in four days.
The festival plays a big part in keeping the kingdom united and Shouto wants to prove that he can be a trustworthy leader. He doesn’t exactly know how dancing can reflect his leadership skills, but All Might put his trust into Shouto and Bakugou.
“Good morning, Bakugou,” Shouto greets when he opens the door.
Surprisingly, Bakugou is not wearing his cape, but a black tank top. His necklaces still sit on his collarbone and Shouto feels himself smile when he notices an armlet still wrapped on the warrior’s bicep. Bakugou gives him a gruff good morning and proceeds to pull Shouto to the practice room.
“You’re wearing a shirt today.”
“Yeah, and the sky’s fucking blue, what’s your point?”
“I can’t tell if it’s a good or bad development,” Shouto says as they walk along the castle hallways. Logically, Bakugou wearing a shirt should stop Shouto’s eyes from wandering, but for some reason, Shouto will watch the cloth stretch as Bakugou’s body moves. It’s fascinating how the shirt is almost more alluring than a bare chest. Almost.
Bakugou is all too used to the other’s questionable judgement and doesn’t bother retorting. They only have a few days to learn a short salsa routine and Bakugou sure as hell has a plan.
The two enter their practice room and Bakugou makes a bee-line for the music player. A bright, fast tempo song beats from the machine and the man whirls around to face Shouto.
“Alright, dipshit! If we’re gonna fucking salsa, we’ll be doing it MY way,” he announces. “I’ll be leading you, Halfie, and all you need to do is feel the music and look pretty.”
Bakugou can practically see the question marks appearing around the prince’s head.
“Look, technically speaking, salsa has a similar shitty 3 count like waltz. It’s just faster and you twist more I guess,” Bakugou explains. “Here, this is an easy move that even an idiot like you could do.”
Shouto frowns at the insult but makes sure to watch Bakugou’s feet. Counting to three out loud, Bakugou takes a step back with the ball of his foot and quickly brings his feet together. He repeats the movement again but stepping forward, shifting his weight to whichever leg steps out. Looks simple enough.
Bakugou gestures for Shouto to stand next to him and copy his movements. He follows the other’s lead with his right foot and soon enough, Shouto can keep in rhythm with Bakugou as they step back and forth.
“Now do the same movement but side to side.”
Bakugou shows him first and Shouto picks it up without difficulty.
“Damn, you learn surprisingly fast. If only you didn’t look like a circus bear,” Bakugou had thought Todoroki would need more time to learn the basic steps. Maybe if they keep practicing, Bakugou might be able to have more fun with Half n’ Half.
“What do you mean?”
“Every fucking step you take lacks energy. Try shifting your hips and shoulder in the direction you step,” Bakugou speaks as he demonstrates. “Plus it helps you look sexy.”
Shouto’s steps falter and Bakugou snorts.
“What? Too shy to look hot? We’re gonna be performing for the whole damn city, might as well steal some hearts.”
Bakugou has to bite back his tongue from saying Todoroki wouldn’t have trouble either way and refocuses his efforts in teaching the princeling. For now, he planned to at least get Todoroki used to moving his body when he steps back and forth.
Shouto understands why dancers want to look appealing while dancing... but seductive? Not many people have complimented Shouto on his looks. He acknowledges that his scar and odd-colored hair aren’t exactly attractive. Try as he might, Shouto doesn’t think any amount of moving his body will make him look as captivating as Bakugou’s muscular curves.
They end up repeating the back-and-forth steps until lunch, and Bakugou keeps a sharp eye on Shouto to make sure he doesn’t wander off. Not like he would do so on purpose, but sometimes a food vendor would catch Shouto’s attention and curiosity gets the better of him.
After exactly twenty minutes, Bakugou stops Shouto from purchasing another sickly sweet treat and hauls him back to practice.
This time, Bakugou teaches a quick spin. After stepping outwards, he twists around, shifting his weight to the opposite foot. Then he swiftly revolves around and brings his feet back to a starting position.
“The trick here is to spin on your left leg, which should be where you have the most weight on.”
Shouto follows Bakugou’s steps slowly before increasing his speed. The practice room is filled with music and the steady sound of Bakugou’s voice.
He’s a surprisingly good teacher, Shouto thinks. As long as Shouto ignores the curses and insults, the instructions are very clear and easy to understand.
“Keep your arms bent, Icyhot! No, not like fucking Glasses does, leave them loose at your sides,” Bakugou barks.
“Oh you mean like Iida?” Shouto can picture the knight’s rigid posture as he helps direct people around the castle.
“I fucking said NOT like Glasses! Clear your damn ears.”
Shouto rolls his eyes, but drops the tension in his shoulders like he’s told. His arms swing idly as he moves. Shouto still feels a bit awkward, focusing on swaying his hips and keeping his arms relaxed. At least he can trust his feet to follow Bakugou’s directions.
By nightfall, Shouto can proudly say he knows the basic step in salsa and a right turn. He can tell Bakugou is slightly impressed with him too, even if he doesn’t say it.
“Tomorrow morning, we’ll start doing the steps as a pair, so try to keep everything you learned today fucking fresh, Half n’ Half.”
“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Shouto unexpectedly remembers. “Why do you call me that?”
“Half n’ Half?”
“Yeah.”
Bakugou gives him a blank look before speaking again.
“You… really don’t know?”
“I wouldn’t be asking if I did,” Shouto doesn’t understand why Bakugou looks so offended.
“Do you not look in the damn mirror?”
“Not really,” Shouto trails off and absentmindedly touches the edge of the marred skin on his face. He doesn’t necessarily find his scar disgusting but he would rather not be reminded of the whole event that caused it.
He’s too unfocused to notice Bakugou’s face pale. Fuck, was that something he wasn’t supposed to mention? Is Todoroki insecure about his scar? Bakugou honestly doesn’t give a damn about it. In fact, scars are usually shown off back at home like medals of battle. It makes Bakugou want to feel the textured skin with his fingers. And drag his hand down his cheek. Would it be warmer than Todoroki’s right cheek? Would his lips also-
“It’s cause of your fucking hair, motherfucker. It’s literally split right the fucking middle,” Bakugou heaves. He needs to leave immediately before he embarasses himself and starts unintentionally trying to woo the Todoroki prince. Rationally be damned, his heart still can’t get over yesterday’s courting ritual thing and the fucking whole armlet being gifted to him thing. Which he put on in the morning. Because it matched his aesthetic for the day.
“Oh.”
See, he doesn’t even mean it that way, Bakugou tells himself. It’d be too weird to explain it now so whatever, he’ll just bury the feelings and deal with it later. He’s got other priorities.
“If you’re done wasting my damn time, I’m going to eat at the banquet. I’m too fucking tired to walk around the festival again.”
Shouto purses his lips. He doesn’t mind the banquet food, but…
“Could I join you on the balcony?” Shouto really wants to get soba.
Bakugou can see right through him.
“Do whatever the fuck you want, but if you bring nothing but noodles, I’ll murder you.”
Shouto really wants soba and karaage. Maybe he’ll grab the spicy takoyaki that Bakugou likes too.
Balancing a few boxes in his hands, Shouto finds Bakugou and his mom out on the balcony.
“- and why didn’t you tell me he’s your suitor?”
“He’s not a fucking suitor, old hag!!! He didn’t mean it seriously,” Bakugou spots Shouto and practically pushes his mother into the ballroom. “Go fucking eat or something I see someone trying to flirt with dad.”
“No one in HELL would try and flirt with my husband, but I’ll let it slide,” Mitsuki winks at Shouto as she’s pushed inside. “I wish you luck for the performance!”
“Thank you.”
“SHUT UP! Don’t thank her, we don’t need luck!” Bakugou growls. “We can make this festival fucking amazing without it.”
Mitsuki laughs and leaves to join her husband, slipping a hand around his waist. Bakugou makes a gagging sound and spots the container of takoyaki in Shouto’s hands.
“Oh thank fuck, I need something spicy to forget that whole conversation,” Bakugou reaches over to grab the box, but Shouto turns away.
“Who says this is for you?” Shouto keeps his face neutral to hide his curiosity. “What were you talking about with your mother?”
“None of your damn business,” Bakugou does NOT want to have this conversation with Todoroki. He already feels heat crawling up his neck at the thought.
“If you tell me, I could give you this spicy takoyaki as my appreciation.”
Bakugou glares at Todoroki. He doesn’t desperately need the takoyaki, but this would be the perfect excuse to clear things up with the prince. Which also means talking about it. Ugh. Maybe he can get away with being vague.
“It was fucking about some traditions my tribe has about jewelry or whatever. Now pass over the damn octopus.”
“Ah, is that why you always wear those necklaces?” Shouto, satisfied, hands over the container. Much to Bakugou’s relief. “I’ve never seen you take them off.”
Bakugou pops a takoyaki in his mouth and chews. Shouto follows his lead and opens one box of delicious soba noodles and takes a bite as he waits for Bakugou’s response.
“Each of these have their own meaning,” Bakugou chomps on another takoyaki. “This one is for winning a tournament, this one for finishing my training, and this for my first successful hunt.” He pulls at each corresponding necklace as he shares their significance.
“They’re like proof of your achievements then?”
“It’s that and more... All these necklaces were made by our tribe members. To be given one is like being told that they’re proud of you.” Bakugou gazes at the stars shimmering in the night sky. “It helps me remember that I have people I want to protect.”
Shouto feels his chest squeeze. Something to protect. He thinks of his siblings and the scared residents in the Land of Flame. He doesn’t have anything to prove himself like Bakugou does, but he hopes that, one day, he’ll be able to earn their trust as well.
“That’s amazing, Bakugou,” Shouto pauses in between bites. “I can see why they admire you.”
Bakugou squints at him and Shouto continues.
“You’re a good teacher and you care for others, in your own… Bakugou way,” he chuckles. “I think you’d be a strong king and protector of your tribe.”
Bakugou is dumbfounded at the straightforwardness that Todoroki holds. The blond had always held a small doubt that maybe, he’s not good enough to protect his friend and family. His mother always handled relations between regions skillfully and never faltered when conflicts arose.
On the other hand, he’s crass and has a short temper. He thought he was strong enough to face off with Todoroki, but if the ice prince had not collapsed, Bakugou would have lost for sure. A small flicker of yearning sits in his gut. Can he really be the same person that Todoroki sees?
He notices Todoroki tense and watches as the other man stares holes into the ground.
“I’ve been sheltered all my life and I only know how leading works on paper,” Shouto speaks bitterly and grips at his chopsticks. “Endeavor never lets me out of his sight. I’ve seen the kind of king he is and I can’t stand it. Everyone looks to my family in fear of his wrath and I can barely show them kindness without my damn father chastising me for being weak.”
Shouto can feel his eyes stinging for the first time in years, but the words won’t stop flowing out his lips.
“And now for the first time, I can see the amount of trust that citizens can hold for their king. His majesty, All Might, has the respect of all the workers and guests. He even earned my respect the second day here. How can I show my people that I can trust them? How can I do that if I can’t trust myself or my own magic…”
Shouto sniffles and quickly wipes his eyes. He refuses to look at Bakugou in fear of disgust or pity. God, they’ve only met for three days and Shouto’s already cried in front of another heir.
He feels two warm hands gently pull his cheeks upwards. Not anything like Shouto expected, Bakugou’s eyes are filled with anger.
“What the FUCK are you talking about.” Bakugou’s voice is harsh, but quiet. “I don’t know shit about your life, but Endeavor isn’t you. Shit sucks that he’s a part of your family, but it doesn’t mean you’ll become like him. You’ve already won over the hearts of all the people here. I’ve seen the big smiles they have when you talk to them about their foods or when you praise them for their hard work. The lady at the fucking soba stall gives you a discount for how often you show up.”
Shouto feels a thumb rub against the corner of his wet eyes and amazed as he watches Bakugou’s eyes slowly mix from red to gold.
“You’ve literally made so many children happy and sure as hell can’t scare a fucking fly. Even with your magic, everyone admired your skills. You can’t control your fire now, but know that you’ll be able to someday. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: you can and you will. You have much more strength than you think, Todoroki.”
They stare at each other in silence for a long moment until someone in the ballroom drops a plate with a crash, startling them both.
“Ah fuck-” Bakugou rubs a hand through his hair and Shouto notices his eyes are back to a familiar red. “This sappy shit sucks, but I do mean every word, Halfie.”
“Hah… yeah I don’t think I’ve cried like this since I was a child,” Shouto’s tears finally stop and he gives a soft smile to the blond. “Thank you, Bakugou.”
Bakugou feels his face flush at Todoroki’s genuine smile. He had seen it before out of the corner of his eye, but it was never directed towards him. It makes Todoroki look too happy for Bakugou’s heart.
“Shaddup and eat your soba, dumbass. Don’t speak of this to anyone or else I’ll have to kill you.”
“Ah, that won’t do. Who would you dance with otherwise?” Shouto gives a small laugh and picks up another bite of noodles. The two of them finish their meals in a comforting silence as they let the night blanket over them.
…
Shouto wakes up the next morning surprisingly refreshed and is already dressed when he hears Bakugou leave his suite. He opens his door before the blond can knock, surprising Bakugou.
“Ah, good morning, Bakugou.” Shouto feels a bit shy seeing Bakugou again after exposing himself the other night, but feels a firm determination settle inside him. He’ll definitely put all he can into making the festival performance special.
“Morning to you too... what’s got you all fidgety?” Bakugou can guess that after their sentimental dinner, Todoroki is eager to practice and push that night behind him.
“Nothing really,” Shouto eyes the armlet still on Bakugou’s bicep and feels his heart swell. “I think I’ll do better in practice today is all.”
“Sure thing, Half n’ Half,” Bakugou begins walking to their practice room and Shouto follows him. “As long as you’re not talking shit, I guess we’ll make some progress today.”
They enter the room and start off the same as yesterday’s practice: Bakugou giving Shouto directions and then drilling the movements into their heads. But this time, they hold hands and work on coordinating their steps.
Shouto thought he would be used to Bakugou’s tank top appearance by now, but every time their hands grasp each other, he feels the distracting pounding in his chest. Shouto always slowly gets used to the feeling and then Bakugou will grin or pull him into a spin, and his heart starts skipping all over again.
Is he getting sick?
The fourth day of the festival isn’t much different than the third. They practice, walk around the festival, practice again, eat dinner on the balcony, and go to bed. The fifth day of practice and Shouto’s heart still hasn’t gotten any better. If anything, it seems to have gotten worse.
Bakugou will laugh and Shouto feels his breath catch. He’ll see Bakugou lift a child on his shoulders and Shouto will feel an ache. It doesn’t help that Shouto feels a tickle in his gut at each pull and push Bakugou does when they practice.
They’ve gotten better at dancing together. Salsa lets each person have their turn to spin, unlike their waltz where they spin together. Not only that but Bakugou had already had an idea for their routine. He wanted to give the city an exciting show, where they begin their performance with a waltz and then suddenly break apart into salsa.
Apparently salsa also lets their dancers split from the standard lead and follow, letting them dance side by side in sync instead. Shouto isn’t well versed in creating routines and tells Bakugou so. The response he receives is something along the lines of “I knew that already, so I planned ahead for us.”
Shouto feels grateful but also a bit miffed. Oh well, he’s grown accustomed to the ongoing rivalry between them anyway. At least with Bakugou’s plan, Shouto can focus on learning the dance.
“Halfie, you gotta fucking let loose somehow. You’re just barely above the level of a shitty robot.”
He’s still learning.
“I’m keeping up with the tempo, so I don’t see what’s wrong.”
“It just,” Bakugou trails off and pinches his brows together. “It just looks shitty. Salsa is about expressing yourself through dance and not necessarily about being on time.”
“So-”
“Don’t get any shitty ideas, we’re going to look good AND keep in time with the music.”
Shouto sighs. He doesn’t really understand what Bakugou means by expressing himself by moving his body. At first, he thought salsa would be easy since it had a similar structure to waltz, but now he has changed his mind.
“Fuck it, we can deal with it tomorrow. For now let’s work on the part where we’re mirroring each other,” Bakugou won’t give up on making this look fucking spectacular but he sure hopes Todoroki will come to some sort of revelation on how to unwind. No matter how pretty anyone is, looking robotic while dancing salsa is never appealing.
This time, the two heirs eat dinner in the garden after practice. Surprisingly, Shouto didn’t want soba and felt guilt pass through him when he told the vendor he wasn’t purchasing soba again today. He only has a day left to practice before the festival ends. Shouto can’t let the mouthwatering noodles distract him.
Bakugou can see Todoroki’s turmoil, but has no idea what to offer to help. They practiced all day and Todoroki still hasn’t improved. Thankfully, the prince memorized the choreography quickly and now it’s just up to Todoroki to embrace his dance. Bakugou’s tribe loves to go all out in their dances, almost to the point of looking batshit crazy-
Oh there’s an idea.
“Halfie, I think I have the best fucking solution to your problem,” Bakugou stands and puts his hands on his hips.
“Bakugou, if you’re going to say I need to fight you again-”
“NO! Not this time anyway. You still owe me another fucking fight though, no wimping out like last time.”
“I passed out.”
“Same thing,” Bakugou scoffs. “Anyway, we have to find the nearest damn tavern.”
Shouto doesn’t know how to feel about Bakugou’s wolfish grin, but lets himself get pulled along by the blond.
There’s a tavern near the castle that has music pouring out the door as it opens. Bakugou and Shouto look around the room as they feel the bass pound through their bodies. Magic infused lanterns dot the ceiling of the tavern, repeatedly flashing and lighting up the otherwise dim room. There are already enough people packed into the tavern that Shouto bumps into shoulders every time he moves. How is this supposed to help him exactly?
He feels Bakugou tug him towards an empty seat at the standing bar. Suddenly, Bakugou’s face is close to his.
“Ready to fucking let loose, pretty boy?” Bakugou shouts over the music.
Shouto grimaces as he watches Bakugou order two cups of a bright purple liquid. It does not look like something for consumption. Bakugou tips his drink back and swallows it in one go.
Feeling expectant eyes on him, Shouto closes his eyes and silently apologizes to Fuyumi for letting the strange alcohol into his body. He trusts Bakugou and follows his example, gulping his drink down and feeling it burn through his throat then down to his stomach.
“That’s fucking like it!” Bakugou takes a good look at him and Shouto can feel a flush immediately run up his spine. “Looking good. Let’s dance.”
Before Shouto can process the words, he’s pulled again by Bakugou into a crowd of people in the center of the tavern. The music is somehow even louder here than by the bar and Shouto grips Bakugou’s hand tightly. There are too many people around and Shouto can barely register his thoughts with the beating of his eardrums.
He looks to Bakugou for guidance and finds his knees weak. Bakugou is disheveled and sweaty, his mouth open to shout along to the music. Shouto can’t identify any words, but the people around him yell along with Bakugou.
Even with one of their hands clasped together, Bakugou manages to jump up and down, pumping his other fist in the air. The blond catches Shouto staring and smirks.
“Do whatever the fuck you want! No one gives a shit in here!” Bakugou howls and the people closest to them cry out in agreement. Shouto glances around and sees everyone jumping around. He feels a bit awkward, but jumps along with them. Bakugou laughs and spins them around.
“Just listen to the music and do whatever your body tells you to do!”
He feels caught up in Bakugou’s chaotic wind, and with the help of the alcohol warming his insides, Shouto ends up laughing as well. They probably look foolish, but who’s here to judge? He feels the tavern drift away and his point of view narrows to the space only he and Bakugou share.
There’s no kingdom; no kings or heirs; no daunting performance. Just him and Bakugou shouting their lungs out to nonsense. Shouto completely shuts off the voice in the back of his head and lets his body take over. He ends up lifting his arms - along with Bakugou's arm that is still holding onto his hand - and wiggling them around as he giggles.
Bakugou’s smile turns roguish and he lets go of Shouto’s hand. Before Shouto can pout, he feels arms wrap around his middle and his feet lift off the ground. He wraps his legs around Bakugou and feels that fluttering feeling in his chest return at full force. The blond laughs and Shouto lets himself be spun around.
He runs his hands through Bakugou’s hair and finally gets to feel the soft spikes. Shouto brings his forehead to touch Bakugou’s and their breath mingles as they look at each other. Both of their eyes gleam with delight and have flushes high on their cheeks. Bakugou’s eyes dart down to his mouth and Shouto’s throat dries up. He licks his lips and Bakugou mirrors him. An odd heat travels down Shouto’s body and makes his clothing feel too tight on his skin.
“So, pretty boy,” Bakugou whispers for just Shouto to hear. “You feel loosened up yet?”
In a daze, Shouto nods and Bakugou places him back on the ground. They’re already outside when he realizes Bakugou is pulling them back towards the castle.
“Wait, Bakugou, I’m not tired,” Shouto pleads. He’s never felt this giddy before and doesn’t want to sleep it away.
“Don’t worry, Half n’ Half, we’re not sleeping yet.”
Shouto feels himself twitch and flushes. Where are they heading to…
...
Bakugou repressed every single urge to wrap Todoroki in a hug and stand there forever. He already got away with lifting the other up in the tavern, but eventually had to set the red and white prince down. He had a reason for going there in the first place.
He brings Todoroki back into the practice room and turns on the salsa music they practice with. Bakugou ignores the confused face and gestures to Todoroki.
“Let’s see if you can nail this fucking dance now,” Bakugou grins and grabs Todoroki without waiting for a response.
To no one’s surprise, Todoroki tangles his legs as they step back and forth. The alcohol might have been too strong, but it’s too late to change that now. Bakugou watches Todoroki trying to coordinate his movements despite his inebriated brain. Rolling his eyes, he offers Todoroki some advice.
“Remember what I said about letting your body move for you?” Bakugou pulls the other man into a spin. “Just listen to the music, you know all the steps, your body will know what to do.”
Todoroki seems to understand and Bakugou sees the tension drop from his face. Instead, gray and blue eyes sparkle and Todoroki pulls them chest to chest.
Now, Todoroki pushes and pulls with ease, even managing to swing his hips enticingly. Bakugou feels parched, not for water, but for a combination of fire and ice.
When they split apart to dance separately, Bakugou can feel eyes on him. He turns his head and sees Todoroki’s gaze pierce through him, roaming up and down his body. He’s noticed Todoroki do this before, but never with a heated intent like this. Bakugou feels arousal bleed into him and almost drops his routine to kiss Todoroki on the spot.
But he got Todoroki drunk for a reason, Bakugou reminds himself. That reason was not to sloppily make out like he desperately wants to.
He tears his gaze from the other man and continues their dance. They both spin and meet together to do their final steps. Bakugou can feel his heartbeat pound into Todoroki’s chest as they lean into their finishing pose.
Todoroki leaning back into Bakugou’s right arm and their linked hands extending to the side. As they catch their breaths, Bakugou feels a hand on his chest and looks at Todoroki’s pale hand groping his pec through his tank top.
“I can feel your heart beating like mine,” Todoroki says in his drunken stupor.
Bringing their linked hands down, Todoroki brings it to his own chest and lays Bakugou’s hand flat on his heart. It was beating as hard and fast as Bakugou’s; the knowledge making his voice get caught in his throat. Bakugou doesn’t notice his eyes melt into gold, but he sees the wonder on Todoroki’s face. He’s never wanted to kiss the flush off another person before, but Todoroki is testing his damn patience.
“I hope you fucking remember this tomorrow, because that’s exactly what salsa is supposed to be.”
Bakugou silently grieves as he gently places Todoroki back upright and takes his hands off him. They both need to drink water and get some rest. He pries his eyes away from Todoroki’s pout and brings them to his suite.
Motioning for Todoroki to stay still, Bakugou rushes quietly into his room to pour a cup of water. He brings it back out and pushes it into the prince’s hands.
“Drink this and then go to bed,” he says softly, trying not to wake his sleeping parents.
Todoroki scrunches his nose cutely and looks like he’s about to retaliate, but Bakugou speaks up again.
“I’ll gift you something if you drink it.”
Heterochromatic eyes widen and Todoroki brings the glass up to his mouth. Bakugou watches the pale throat bob and whips his head to the side when Todoroki licks his lips. Handing the cup back, Todoroki tiredly mumbles.
“... Gift?”
Bakugou can't help himself and hugs Todoroki, placing his head on a warm shoulder and squeezing tight. He feels the other nuzzle into his hair and almost melts on the spot. God, how whipped.
“Tomorrow,” he whispers into Todoroki’s ear. “Sleep for now, alright, Halfie?”
Todoroki seems to be falling asleep in his hold, so Bakugou nudges him across the hall. He hears a garbled “goodnight” and watches Todoroki close his room’s door. Bakugou can still feel the lean body under his hands and presses the cold cup to his face.
“... Fuck.”
…
Shouto wakes up the next morning slightly dizzy and tries to recall the previous night. His memory comes by in fragments. The tavern, the drink, then the dancing-
He feels his whole body flush.
Oh… how is he going to face Bakugou now, after acting like a spoiled child? He puts his head in his hands.
“Oi, Icyhot, was the drink too strong for you or what?” Bakugou’s voice and knocks come from behind the door. Shit, shit, shit, keep it together Shouto. He quickly grabs a spare white shirt and tugs it on.
Shouto opens the door and finds Bakugou holding a glass of water in one hand and an apple in the other.
“Good morning…” Shouto feels even more embarrassed than he did when he cried.
“Fucking drink this and eat something, this is our last day of practice and I’ll be damned if you use a hangover as an excuse,” Bakugou says as he hands over the glass and fruit to Shouto.
His stomach flips, so Shouto slowly sips the water as they make their way to the practice room. Will he be able to do the same as yesterday? He remembers the feeling, but alcohol helped him get to that point.
No, Shouto decides, he can do this without needing a drink. He can’t be dependent on being intoxicated to dance, especially not during the actual performance.
Bakugou tells him they’ll practice the full routine today: their waltz leading into a salsa. Taking a steadying breath, Shouto mentally prepares his mind and heart for practice.
Surprisingly, their dance goes well. Shouto remembers the steps and is able to keep himself relaxed as he loses himself to the music. There are some parts where Shouto feels awkward, but Bakugou doesn’t say anything about them, only furrowing his brows. Maybe yesterday’s exploit affected the warrior too.
The thought makes his insides knot together for some reason, but he doesn’t dwell too much on it. They manage to practice until lunch, where Bakugou makes a quick dart out the door. Bakugou probably felt just as awkward as Shouto does and needed to get away. Shouto suddenly abandoned for the first time in a couple days feels a bit lonely, but nothing like some food can’t fix.
Oddly enough, he bumps into Mitsuki while roaming the city streets. She’s waiting for her husband to come back from waiting in line for crepes.
“Hi Todoroki! Is my bratty son with you?”
“No, he left earlier for lunch break.”
“Oh perfect,” Mitsuki wraps an arm around his shoulders. “Has he been treating you well? You can tell me the truth, I promise to get back at him accordingly.”
Shouto glances at the older woman and sees a similar, playful smirk on her face. Ah, so this is where Bakugou gets it from.
“It’s not how you think,” Shouto responds. “He’s an excellent instructor and I’ve been enjoying my time with him, surprisingly.”
Mitsuki barks out a laugh.
“Thank god for that! He trains some of the students back at home too, so I’m glad it’s not all bullshit that he’s actually good,” Mitsuki radiates pride as she brags about her son. “Plus, I would hope everything’s going well after you gave him that armlet.”
“What do you mean?” Shouto tilts his head. An armlet? Oh… back when they played the goldfish catching.
“He didn’t tell you?!” Mitsuki pinches her brows. “Good for nothing- no wonder he always dodges the subject.” Turning Shouto to face her, she gives him a gentle smile. “In our tribe, our jewelry holds a special meaning to us. Each one has a different meaning.”
Yes, Shouto remembers Bakugou explaining it to him one night on the balcony.
“But when you’re given jewelry as a gift, not as an honor, but as one person to another, it implies that the other person wishes to court you,” Mitsuki explains and watches Shouto’s face.
Court? Like to form a relationship? But that would mean when Shouto tied the armlet around Bakugou…
“Woah! Are you okay, Todoroki? You’re literally steaming out of your right side!”
“Ah, sorry,” Shouto quickly re-balances his magic but can't get rid of the heat he feels on his face. He can’t believe he did that to Bakugou and the blond didn’t tell him. Does Bakugou know that he didn’t know? Or maybe Bakugou thinks it’s funny to mess with him?
“Don’t worry about it, Todoroki,” Mitsuki reassures. “My son may be an idiot, but he wouldn’t have any ill intentions towards you.”
Shouto steadies his heart and thinks rationally. Bakugou would never think that way. He probably didn’t take Shouto’s gift seriously anyway.
At that thought, Shouto feels his heart twist. Why does he feel like that? He knows that Bakugou isn’t making fun of him, so why does he still feel hurt? Shouto sighs. Maybe he should really check with Recovery Girl about this.
Saying his goodbyes to Bakugou’s parents, Shouto heads to his favorite stall to ease his mind. He’s so glad the noodles exist and happily slurps them, the uneasy feeling fading away.
When Shouto returns to the practice room, Bakugou isn’t there. Oh? For once, Bakugou is late. Curious.
After a few minutes of waiting, Bakugou finally bursts into the room. He’s changed back into his cape, sans tank top, and glares once he spots Shouto.
“Whatever stupid shit you’re about to say, shut it.”
“I was going to mention how late-”
“Shut it!!!”
Bakugou stomps over to the music player and then roughly pulls Shouto into the center of the room.
“We’re gonna perfect this routine even if it kills me.”
They end up practicing until they’re exhausted and sweaty. Bakugou is splayed out on the floor and Shouto is sitting with his legs crossed, leaning on the wall.
Predictably, Shouto got distracted once again by Bakugou’s skin on display and it took one jab from Bakugou to make the prince close his eyes during the routine instead. Shouto surprises himself with how far he can actually get through the routine with his eyes closed, but he has to open them when they start individually dancing. Lucky for him, Shouto doesn’t have to look at Bakugou during that part.
They’re still laying on the floor when Bakugou speaks up.
“I heard my old hag found you today,” the blond pointedly does not look at Shouto.
Shouto stiffens and nods. Realizing the other wasn’t looking, he lets out an affirming hum.
“She told you about the whole… gifting jewelry thing.”
It’s not a question, but Shouto hums again. Bakugou groans and runs both his hands across his face. Something on his arm glints and Shouto realizes it’s the same armlet he tied on Bakugou. Now that he thinks about it, Bakugou had worn it all this time. What does-
“Halfie, here’s your stupid thing I promised you the other day,” Bakugou pulls something out his pants pocket and tosses it in Shouto’s direction.
He catches it and when he looks down, it's an identical armlet to the one on Bakugou’s bicep, but with a fiery red bead in the center. Shouto is still looking at it when he hears the other’s voice.
“WELL?”
“Well what?”
“You fucker, you know what giving jewelry means and you-”
“Your gift to me is an armlet that matches yours.”
Shouto looks up and sees Bakugou’s mouth hanging open.
“The same armlet that you’ve kept wearing since I gifted it to you,” Shouto continues and watches as Bakugou’s ears turn bright red. “And this armlet has the same red as your eyes to remind me of you.”
Shouto’s just guessing but from the look of Bakugou’s wide eyes, he’s hit the nail on the head. He feels himself break into a smile before he can help it. There’s so much affection running through him and Shouto gets up to kneel next to Bakugou.
“Would you tie it on for me?”
Bakugou can’t believe his fucking luck. Todoroki, dense motherfucking Todoroki, saw right through him and now he’s acting all smug, asking him to tie the damn armlet he spent his whole lunch break trying to get. Those stupid fish were out to get him, he knows it.
Forcing his fingers not to shake, Bakugou grabs the armlet and ties it securely around Todoroki’s arm. The other had accepted his gift. And knows the meaning behind it. But just to be sure…
“So,” Bakugou licks his lips and looks at Todoroki. “Does this mean I can court you?”
“Well, technically I started courting you first,” Todoroki still has a shit-eating grin on his face and Bakugou feels the urge to simultaneously punch it in and also kiss it senseless.
“I’m going to take that gift fucking back.”
“Sorry, Bakugou, I’ve already accepted it and I won’t be letting it go anytime soon.”
Bakugou tackles Todoroki to the floor and relishes in the laughs that erupt from the ice prince. He lays on top of the other, caging his arms around Todoroki’s head, and presses their foreheads together. When Todoroki opens his eyes, blue and gray meet golden, and Bakugou takes his time to slowly close the distance between their mouths.
Todoroki doesn’t run away and ends up lifting his arms to loop around Bakugou’s neck, pulling him down to kiss.
Bakugou sighs and feels pleasure seep through him as he moves his lips languidly against Todoroki’s. They’re not half warm and half cold like he thought, but as he bites Todoroki’s bottom lip, he hears the man under him moan and feels Todoroki’s body fluctuate in temperature.
Taking advantage, Bakugou licks his tongue inside Todoroki’s open mouth and groans as the arms around his neck pull him impossibly closer. God he wants to do this forever. To feel the flashes of cold and hot as he sucks on Todoroki’s lip. To let one hand cup the other man’s cheek and then leave the other to wander around a lethe body.
Bakugou loves the full body shiver Todoroki gives him.
Not one to be idle, Todoroki sucks on Bakugou’s tongue and the blond can feel all his blood rush south. He breaks away from Todoroki’s lips to brush kisses along the ice prince’s pale neck, loving every small whimper that breaks free. Brushing his lips up to Todoroki’s ear, he gently blows on the earlobe.
“You better be sure to look at you boyfriend when you dance tomorrow,” Bakugou whispers. “I don’t want any of that closing your eyes shit. Look at only me.”
Bakugou feels a wave of possessiveness as he looks at their matching armlets. He looks over Todoroki’s flushed face and decides that he can have his sweet treat at any time after their performance.
He’s about to pull away when Todoroki rolls them over and straddles his hips. Bakugou feels himself twitch at the lusty look in two-colored eyes and it takes all his strength to restrain himself.
As Todoroki leans down for another kiss, Bakugou covers the prince’s mouth with a hand.
“Alright, pretty boy, that's enough. We still need to eat and sleep early for the performance tomorrow.”
He can feel Todoroki sulk and huff into his hand. Bakugou smiles. He kisses Todoroki’s nose and then lifts his brows.
“If you do well at the performance, I’ll do whatever you’d like, hm?”
Todoroki immediately brightens and stands up from the floor. Bakugou rolls his eyes and takes the offered hand to help him stand.
Throughout dinner Bakugou sneaks kisses on Todoroki’s cheeks, feeling childish joy when Todoroki flushes and laughs. His mother comments on their matching armlets and he flickers her off, dragging Todoroki away from the ballroom and to their secluded balcony.
He has to admit, this festival was by far his favorite. As he looks at Todoroki happily eating soba for the 6th day in a row, Bakugou couldn't ask for anything different.