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It was autumn and the cherry blossoms bloomed, as the cold September air blew through Todoroki's emotional hairline. He looked into the wind like he was in a sad boy band music video. A cherry blossom flew into his eye, causing an actual tear to roll down his cheek as he contemplated his existence.
An angry pomeranian approached him, sweating a lot. He was a bad boy, you could tell because his hair was smaller than his ego.
"Oy, oy oy Icyhot, what are you crying about?!" he screeched.
"My mother poured hot tea on me and my father hits me," Todoroki said, looking into the sunset even though it was the morning.
Bakugo got off his spiky yellow motorcycle dramatically, his hair undaunted by the wind. Todoroki dropped his books and Bakugo got back on his motorcycle, running over his books. Todoroki stared at him.
"You're supposed to help me pick them up, because this is a romance anime," Todoroki said, sadly. "My mother hits me too," he added. Bakugo stared at him.
"So does mine, get over it."
"I can't," Todoroki lamented, watching the sunrise even though he had been watching the sunset moments earlier. "Because there are cherry blossoms falling around me, and they remind me of the flakes of my soul coming off piece by piece whenever my father hits me."
"You're weird," Bakugo decided, getting ready to drive off into the distance.
Todoroki blushed.
"Well, just because I'm a good boy doesn't mean bad stuff doesn't happen to me. I need to get to class," Todoroki said.
"Are you crying?"
"No," Todoroki said, as tears fell down his icy cheek. They froze onto his skin and gave him a rash.
"Here, let me heal that for you," Bakugo said, putting his hand on Todoroki's cheek. Todoroki sneezed on him.
"How did you do that?" Todoroki asked, getting ready to sneeze again.
"With the power of edginess," Bakugo said.
As Todoroki went off to class, Bakugo felt a strange emptiness in himself. Maybe it was because he had just sold his soul for Todoroki's cheekbone. He began to think about how the falling blossoms reminded him, too, of the flakes of his soul. He lamented in the distance, singing the song 'Good Girls Bad Guys' because he liked musicals and this reminded him of High School Musical and if anyone thought that made him any less of a man then they could talk to his fucking knife.
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Todoroki went into his classroom. He knew he was the best looking person there, besides a boy who seemed too scared to talk and sat in the back next to the meanest person in school, Aoyama. He knew that he had never seen them in Class 1-A before, but that was okay because this was a romance anime. With cherry blossoms. And sunsets. And motorcycles.
The teacher, Aizowa, who was cosplaying as Mike Wazowski and hated all of his students, glared at Todoroki as he took his seat in the front and center of the room. He picked that seat because he was a good boy.
Arizona, the teacher, glared at Todoroki again.
"Welcome to the first day of school. We have several new students who probably suck as much as y'all do. I mean, one of them doesn't even have a quirk," he said, glaring at Aoyama who was gluing glitter on Bakugo's empty chair.
"My quirk is sass. Kiss my ass," Aoyama said poetically.
"He made one of the teachers cry at auditions so we let him in," Aizewa said.
"Alright, time for roll you failed abortions," the teacher said, "but I'm only saying the new students because the rest of you are irrelevant."
Deku cried in the corner.
"Cacto Kumiyo?" Airizwa called. An Asian boy with jet black hair, a green streak in his hair, and green contacts stood up. He raised his hand promptly before turning completely into a cactus. Ariwqua stared at him.
"Cacto? Cacto? Oh my fucking god, he's fucking dead. Next we have Aoyama Yuuga?"
The room seemed to darken, except for a single light shining over the student's head. Aoyama stood on his desk grandly, with his hands on his hips. His purple eyes sparkled, as he subtly flexed his silly bands and heelies. He had long, blond and straight hair pulled back in a ponytail because he knew he was all that and more.
"I'm here, all you homosexual extras," Aoyama sang on key.
"Hey, that's my line! Also, why's there glitter on my ass?" A familiar voice barked. Todoroki knew that he had heard that voice somewhere, but in true romance anime fashion, he was legally not allowed to remember for the next ten minutes. Perhaps he had heard it in a dream, or maybe another life where the voice belonged to his beloved.
"Yes, Aoyama. Don't your parents try to murder you every day?" Arizowa asked. Aoyama nodded.
'That's something we have in common,' Todoroki thought broodingly, staring at the falling cherry blossoms out the window. One of them flew in and went up his nose.
"Okay, sit down you walking manifestation of a piece of confetti," Aqiowa said.
"Because I'm glamorous?" Aoyama sang curtly.
"No, because no one knows where the fuck you came from or how you ended up on my divorce papers," Aizuhdewywa muttered, looking at the cherry blossom go up Todoroki's nose. That scene made him stop frowning for a moment.
"Next--Asui?" Agewibwa asked. A girl cosplaying Kermit the Frog stood up.
"Here," she said.
"Don't you have like a thousand brothers or some shit?" Aizowo asked, smoking a cherry blossom.
"No...sir?" she said, trying not to have a mental breakdown as she handed Deku a tissue. The tissue flew out of Deku's hand and out the window and into the ocean. Asui decided to just hand him the box of tissues.
"Okay next we have...oh god, Ocean Lee? The fuck? Did your parents hate you?" Ariawoo asked. A girl with long caramel tresses that reached to her hips and had icy blue highlights with red tips and a tail (because she was half werewolf) looked down.
"My mother passed away in childbirth. I'm named for her, and for my striking blue orbs, which people say remind them of the ocean--" she started, widening her anime eyes so everyone could see.
"They remind me of fucking Tide pods," Aquiwoho said.
"They remind me of a blueberry's shit," Aoyama called from the back.
"Blueberries can't shit," Awizowa corrected.
"But if they could, it would look like that," Aoyama sang. Aqiowa grumbled in agreement.
'P-p-please don't bully me because of my eyes and don't touch my tail OR ELSE *has secrets**bullied**mom died**my dad was a werewolf what the fuck*" she whimpered.
"Second to last one of you fuckers, Shoto Todoroki," Awimbawe said.
Todoroki tore his eyes away from the window , where he had been watching and reminiscing about the past. He raised his hand slowly, his beautiful, moisturized hand, unknowingly enchanting the entire classroom except for one angry pomeranian who was going to shit glitter for the rest of the day because he had sat in it earlier.
"Here," he said softly. The cherry blossom from earlier was hanging off the tip of his nose, but Todoroki made even that look sexy.
Alcohol looked away.
"Okay, last one of you gremlins," he said. "Katsuki Bakugo?"
Todoroki gasped, his eyes widening in surprise. He turned around slowly as the angry pomeranian stood up, just like everyone else who had decided to make a scene, and said "here" lazily with that sweet, musical voice of his. It was meant to be from the moment they had first met, and Todoroki was realizing this now. He had no free will in this universe; he was going to date Bakugo because he was the main character in a romance anime, but he was strangely okay with it.
"Alright, that's every—"
"Wait," Todoroki said, standing up to lock eyes with his predestined bad boy lover-to-be. Those beautiful crimson irises struck every emotion into him at once. "You're the boy I was talking to earlier, who helped me pick up my books when they fell."
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