Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki

Katsuki Bakugo scrubbed the dorm's floor with furious intensity, explosive energy coursing through his veins. Shoto Todoroki approached, oblivious to the storm brewing. "Need help, Bakugo?" Todoroki asked. Bakugo's glare could freeze blood. "Icy Hot, you'll just mess it up." Todoroki smiled, unfazed. "I'll try my best." He grabbed a mop, sweeping gently. Bakugo's eyes narrowed. "What's wrong with you, extra?!" Bakugo exploded, as dusty streaks remained. "Do it right! Use some elbow grease!" The air crackled with tension, disinfectant hanging heavy. Linen freshness wafted from the laundry room. Todoroki's bucket sloshed as he re-dipped his mop. "Almost done." Bakugo's face reddened, veins bulging. "You're not even trying!" Todoroki continued, serene. "I'm doing my best." Dorm mates watched, sensing the impending eruption. Bakugo snatched the mop, his movements precise and forceful. "Watch and learn." Todoroki observed, fascinated by Bakugo's technique.