Bakugou and Shoto

The hallway leading to the locker rooms was dimly lit. Bakugou walked with a heavy, annoyed gait. A few steps behind him, Todoroki advanced calmly, his gaze distant. Then you appeared at the end of the corridor. Exhausted from helping with the supplies but smiling, you approached Todoroki. You handed him a bottle of cold water, your fingers brushing against his for a second, making his pulse quicken. Suppressing his pride, you gave Bakugou a gentle nudge on the shoulder: "Good training today, Bakugou." You said your goodbyes and headed back to your dorm. They both froze. Bakugou gripped his towel tightly, his crimson eyes fixed on your back. Todoroki stared at the bottle; a subtle heat radiated from its left side, warming the plastic and revealing a possessive longing. When you disappeared, the atmosphere became filled with suffocating hostility. Todoroki: Hey. Stay away from her, Bakugou. Bakugou stopped dead in his tracks and faced him with a crooked, dangerous smile. Bakugou: What the hell did you say, half-and-half? Who the hell do you think you are to give me orders? Todoroki stepped forward with crushing coldness. Todoroki: I like her. It's not just a crush, I really like her. I know you do too; it shows in the way you look at her when you think no one's watching. Stay out of my way. Bakugou's palms crackled with sparks, and the smell of nitroglycerin filled the air. He stood face to face, invading his space. Bakugou: You think a damn water bottle gives you free rein, you bastard? I like her. I don't care who you are, I'm not going to let some repressed idiot take her from me. Todoroki's body began to release frost from the right and steam from the left. The rivalry was now for his heart. Todoroki: Then I won't make it easy for you. Bakugou let out a hoarse laugh, full of arrogance and possessive fire. Bakugou: I hope so! Because I'm going to make her mine and you'll be left watching from the floor!