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The Sounds of Love

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Bakugou knew he would be found out.

By Aizawa.

About his hearing.


Aizawa found out he’s deaf, okay?


And it’s all that IcyHot’s fault.




“Aizawa-Sensei?” Todoroki asks, walking towards the desk, after class. The class had already filed out, leaving Aizawa, Todoroki, and Bakugou. Bakugou stayed behind, like usual, unaware the Todoroki was in the room. He gathers up his belongings and says ‘bye’ to Aizawa before leaving.

Bakugou wasn’t aware of the “Wait, Bakugou.” He received from Aizawa as he stepped out, leaving the room to go to his next class.


“Aizawa-Sensei?” Todoroki asks, again. Aizawa turns to him and tilts his head towards the door Bakugou left through. “Oh. Yes, that was actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” Aizawa straightens his back and waits for Todoroki to speak.

“Bakugou has personally told me and some others that he is, in fact, deaf.” Todoroki looks Aizawa over to see if there is even a glimpse of emotion on the other’s face. There isn’t, as expected of their teacher.

“Why hasn’t he brought this up to me himself?” Todoroki somewhat shrugged and told Aizawa about how the explosion quirk user doesn’t mention his hearing unless asked about it. Aizawa sighed and folded his hands on his desk. “I will discuss it with him tomorrow, thank you for telling me Todoroki.” Todoroki nods and walks away, back turned towards a tired sensei.




Shinsou realized he might have an issue.


He doesn’t know what he did to Bakugou to have the boy start randomly ignoring him. It happened the class after the class last week, which was the day Todoroki stayed back to talk to Aizawa-Sensei. He doesn’t understand why Bakugou started to ignore him because of that, but he guessed maybe it was because of his rivalry against Todoroki. The two have been getting more aggressive around him, offering him things that he can do himself. There was no breathing room when these situations came. Like on Thursday of last week, for instance.

It was during lunch, when Shinsou was getting his food. He saw some chocolate chip cookies at the end of the line and patiently waited to get one. When only one person was in front of him, he realized he wouldn’t be able to get one, seeing how there was only one left. He grabbed a bag of chips instead and was about to walk to a table when he was gently grabbed on the shoulder by a rather warm hand. The ravenette turned his head swiftly to see-

Todoroki and…


Why were these idiots everywhere he went? Shinsou sighed and took the (comfortably) warm hand off his shoulder. “Care to explain why I can’t sit.” Shinsou pulled a thread of his stocking off, wearing the female school uniform that day. The only difference was that he was wearing noticeable shorts as well, not wanting to be the target of Class 1A personal pervert, Mineta.

“You want a chocolate cookie, fuckface?” Bakugou barks, looking past Shinsou, focusing his eyes on someone else. “I mean… I guess? It’s not a big deal, I have some chips and-” He is interrupted by Todoroki’s hum before the boy walks around him towards another person. Shinsou looks back at Bakugou, the ash-blond staring at him with crimson eyes. Anxiously, Shinsou starts to pull more thread out of his stocking, collecting the yarn in between his fingers. Taking a deep breath, the ravenette looks at the blonde. “Why have you been avoiding me since,,,, last week?”

Bakugou’s eyes widen slightly, a small panic taking over his features. “Um, sorry if it sounds personal, but I just wanted to know…” Shinsou chuckles nervously, not used to the silence given to him. Finally, the blond sighs and looks Shinsou in the eyes. “Fucking Half n Half outed me out to Aizawa-Sensei. Now teach’s treating me like I’m fragile.” “What did he ‘out’ you for?”

Before Bakugou can speak, Todoroki comes up behind Shinsou and offers him a cookie. “Here.” The bi-colored boy states. “Oh, um, thank you. How did you-?” Todoroki points to another student, whose shaking, ice flaking off his skin. Shinsou blinks slowly before realizing that’s the person that was in front of him in the line. “Todoroki, you can’t just bully someone into giving you something!! Now I feel bad!” “It’s only a cookie…” Bakugou grumbles rather loudly, his arms crossed against his chest. “If it was ONLY a cookie, you wouldn’t have forced him to give it to you… you didn’t have to do that for me .” He walks to the boy to offer him back the cookie, leaving the two hot-heads alone.


The situation made Shinsou feel icky, especially once he realized Bakugou never told him what happened between Todoroki and Aizawa-Sensei.




“SHIN-CHAN~!!” Hagakure yelled, tackling the boy until he fell onto his desk. “Ready for today’s test~? Cus I’m not!!” Shinsou hummed at the invisible girl, tired.


It was the last period of the day, time treading extremely slow. Truthfully, Shinsou was tired of it, wanting the day to be over so he can just rest. He missed hanging with Bakugou. It’s been about a week and a half of the blonde avoiding him. He just wanted to embrace the other in a hug and tell him how much he wanted him to stay with him. Luckily, Todoroki has been a big help, keeping him company as he studied and trained. It made Shinsou feel lucky to have someone as caring as Todoroki as his friend.




Todoroki thinks he likes Shinsou.

Not in a friend-way, but as a ‘love’ way. It was confusing.


He wanted to kiss the boy, embrace him, praise him, and touch h-

Get your head out of the fucking gutter, Shouto.

The point was, he just loved the boy. Maybe not ‘in love,’ but it was close enough. Todoroki felt bad for Shinsou, the boy feeling neglected by Bakugou. Whenever Todoroki tried to approach the ash-blond, he was yelled at and then threatened. Most likely because Todorki told Aizawa-Sensei about Bakugou’s deafness.

Todoroki turned towards Shinsou as the boy whined slightly, face scrunched in feeling. The ravenette placed his pencil down slightly and laid his head on the desk, curling in on himself. The class stayed silent, everyone’s eyes wondering towards the boy. The silence was broken by an unexpected blonde.

“Hey.” Bakugou whispered, one of the first words he has spoken to Shinsou in a week. “Shinsou, the fuck’s wrong?”

The ravenette’s shoulders started to shake before he curled in tighter. “Nothing, take your test…”

“Shinsou, would you mind telling me why your head is down?” Aizawa’s dull voice fills the room, the tension being blanketed by it. “I said nothing… just stress, I’m fine.” The ravenette stood and grabbed his test with him, placing it on their Sensei’s desk, mumbling ‘done’ as he went back to his seat, curling in on himself again, shoulders tense and rigid.


“Back to your tests, everyone.” Aizawa says, looking over Shinsou’s test. Soon the class returns to a normal silence, except for the small whimpers heard from the purple-headed boy in the front.




“Shinsou.” Bakugou taps the boy’s shoulder, most of the class waiting behind for the boy. 

After a while, the boy fell asleep during the rest of the period, his quiet snores calming everyone’s nerves. Even Aizawa looked more visibly relaxed, wrapping Shinsou in his own hoodie from earlier that day.

“Maybe I should wake him.” Todoroki states, standing next to Bakugou. The blond growled, glaring at the bi-colored boy. “How about fuck no?” He then sets of explosions with his palms, facing them towards the ceiling. The ravenette everyone was watching jumped slightly at the noise, his heart beating faster than usual. He looks around at everyone and stands. “Sorry, I must’ve made you guys wait..”

Midoriya, who has been mumbling to himself the whole time, runs full force at Shinsou and gives him a massive hug. “EVERYONE WAS SO WORRIED, HITOCHAN!! Y-You were crying in class and you were whimpering, no one knew if you were okay! You weren’t even responding to Kacchan. Are you ok? Your eyebags are deeper! W-We can go to Recovery Girl and-” the forest green boy continued to mumble, holding Shinsou’s hand as he walked out of the classroom, carrying both their bags. Shinsou, too tired to respond, smiled a small smile as Midoriya drags him out of the classroom. “Sorry again.” He mumbles to the rest of the class.