<3rd person's POV>

Todoroki awkwardly stood by his doorway, not knowing what to do. He was for one, surprised and really taken aback, and two, confused to the moon and back.

"Is your stupid ass gonna let me in or what?"

Bakugo's voice brought him to reality. Todoroki let out a 'Hm' and moved to the side to let Bakugo in his dorm room. Closing the door behind him, Todoroki followed Bakugo who had just put the plastic bowl on the other's table. Silence fell into the room.

"What uh, what brings you here?" Todoroki asked, genuinely confused.

Instead of answering the halfie's question, Bakugo stepped closer to him and put his hand on Todoroki's forehead.

"Hah? Where's the fever you were talking about?" Bakugo asked, still keeping his hand on Todoroki's forehead.

"Uh, it wasn't that bad. I took some medicines and I guess it wore off.." Todoroki awkwardly scratched an nonexistent itch on his nape as he moved a bit backwards since Bakugo was uncomfortably close.

Bakugo returned his hand to himself as he grew confused and maybe a bit fumed.

"You mean I cooked for no fucking thing?"

"You cooked for me?"

Todoroki was taken aback again. He finally acknowledged the plastic bowl that sit on his study table.

"I cooked for your fuckin fever but it already left" Bakugo scoffed kind of disappointed.

"You mean that" Todoroki pointed at the bowl "is homemade? Just for me?"

Bakugo stared at the other for a second or two.

"The fuck? Are you dead or some shit? I clearly said that."

Todoroki was overwhelmed with a mix of emotions. Last time he ate homemade food was like what? Years ago?
He stood there staring back at Bakugo for a few seconds and then slowly took a few steps closer to his study table. He opened the lid of the container and exposed a compartment of the bowl where a spoon was laying. He took out the compartment and the fresh smell of soup slapped his face. He instantly felt hunger take over his stomach. Taking the spoon in his hands, Todoroki took a spoonfull and put it in his mouth.

"wow.." Todoroki tasted the homemade soup running through his throat. He loved it. "This tastes so good."

While Todoroki was having his mini feast, Bakugo was watching him from behind. Bakugo knew his cooking tasted good, but the way Todoroki expressed it, he was feeling more than satisfied. Feeling something he couldnt express in words.

"Do.." Bakugo scratched his neck, similar to what Todoroki did a while ago, "do you like it?"

"Of course. I haven't had homemade for, specially made for me, for ages." Todoroki said with his mouth full, causing his cheeks to puff.

"Don't talk with you mouth full, idiot." Bakugo said, holding a sudden urge to touch Todoroki's cheeks. The other somehow let put a muffled 'mhm' and continued his mini feast.

After washing his face in the bathroom, Todoroki came out and saw Bakugo cleaning his desk which he had left messy after studying a bit.

"Your room is fucking messy."
Bakugo exclaimed as he continued tidying up the table.

Todoroki didn't say anything in reply. He just hummed.

"Oh and," Bakugo started again, turning around to face Todoroki. "What's with the ointments on your nightstand?"

Todoroki froze in his spot. He forgot to throw them away. more specifically, he would have thrown them away if he knew the blond was coming over.

"Thats uh, just for a small cut."
Todoroki nervously let out. He didn't want to be caught. Not in front of Bakugo.

"Heck no, they aren't for some small cut. Tell me honestly half and half, what are you hiding?"
Bakugo insisted as he took a step towards Todoroki.

The ash blond was about to get to the end of that whole night thing when suddenly a phone ring interrupted.