Today would be fun. I knew I was above average looking, and with just the right words, I'd be teasing Bakugo all day long. Not that I had feelings towards him, it was just going to be fun to watch him squirm, thought it would end up being awkward as hell if I ended up being the one that he liked.

Unlike literally everybody before me, I decided not to bombard him as he stepped out of his dorm this morning. Instead, I knew I would have my chance during training today. It was Friday, which meant we would be sparring with each other for Mr. Aizawa's class. It would be easy to be paired up with him, even if Aizawa paired them up at random. Aizawa was lazy. All I had to do was stand close to the blond, and we would be paired up. If it wasn't random, I would just have to challenge him.

I walked to class like I usually did, only when I got there, I decided to sit in Bakugo's seat, propping my feet on the desk. I waited for him to walk in. As the class filled in around me, I got a few snickers, and a few smirks, but everybody knew what I was doing. As soon as the blond walked in, he zeroed in on me, his face flushing in anger.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, IcyHot?" He snarled at me. I knew this was how he was going to react, so I had run through a few lines in my head.

"Warming the seat up for my king." I stood at the last word, leaning in to whisper it hotly against his ear. I watched as he tensed up, blood rushing to his ears. He inhaled deeply, shoved passed me without a word, and took his seat. If I had read him correctly over the course of me knowing him, I knew he probably wasn't into pet names, however, the term 'king' would have gone to his head, since he liked taking charge and being the best at every single aspect of his life. I took my seat next to him, watching as he tried to compose himself. I smirked, knowing the term had gone to him like I had hoped.

Halfway through class, I decided to mess with him some more. I pulled my phone out, scrolling through my contacts until I found his, and opened up a message.

[To: King Explosion Murder]: Hey sexy, what say you and I team up for sparring today?

Annnnd, send.

I watched as he shuffled in his seat, pulling his phone out of his pocket to check his messages. His face turned an impressive shade of pink, and he hastily shoved his phone back in his pocket without replying to my message. I felt my smirk grow wider. This really was getting to him. As Mr. Aizawa finally gave the instruction to get changed out for gym, and head to the sparring arena, I pulled myself out of my desk, following my classmates to the locker rooms. I changed slowly, waiting for an opportunity.

I watched as Bakugo pulled his legs through his gym uniform bottoms, and I sidled up behind him, allowing my bare chest to ever so slightly bump into his back. I made sure to bump him with my right side, emitting a small bit of cold onto his skin, enough to make him shudder.

"You never replied to my message, hot stuff. Does that mean I'm not good enough for the worthy Bakugo to spar with?" My voice was deep and husky in his ear, and I backed up to finish getting dressed. I watched him tense again, his body flushing from the chest up. He still hadn't said anything to me, so I was starting to get worried about whether or not it was actually me that he had feelings for. Man, would that be awkward.

Once we were out in the arena, he stalked right up to me with purpose.

"Oi, IcyHot. Spar. Now." It was an order. He sounded pissed under the initial order, so I knew this was going to be one hell of a fight.

The fight itself was pretty standard for sparring Bakugo, though it intensified so fast that I watched Mr. Aizawa struggle with whether or not to step in or not. I finally was able to sweep his leg when he came at me with one of his famous right hooks, and pinned him to the ground, my knees on either side of his waist, pinning his arms above his head. I watched him freeze, his eyes going wide. I knew everybody in class was watching, and they all knew about the bet, and what I was trying to accomplish.

I swiftly bent down to whisper in his ear.

"Distracted by something, love?" I said, quickly grazing my teeth along his earlobe in a way that nobody would see me do it.

"Why." It wasn't a question from him. It was a demand. He was demanding to know. I tried to think of a way to let him in on it without giving myself away.

"Meet me in the locker room after class," I said with a wink, and loud enough for the class to hear. He narrowed his eyes, but he was smart. He knew what I was getting at.

After the rest of the class had headed off towards the dorms after changing out, Bakugo met me in the locker room.

"What the fuck is going on, IcyHot?"

"The other night when we were playing Truth or Dare, and Kaminari asked who you liked? He decided to place a bet with most of the class, making it into a game. Each person that wanted to participate would get one day to flirt with you to see if you would make a move on them. This would, in turn, let the class know who you liked. We swore not to tell you, but there's only one person left after me, and I know I got you riled up today." I smirked at him.

"Who." Was all I got in response.

"Who what?"

"Who is left?" He asked, almost quietly.

"Kirishima. His turn is tomorrow." It may have just been the lighting in the locker room, but I could have sworn I saw his face flush. He looked at the ground.

"Don't tell them I know. You came to the locker room with me after class. You tried to kiss me on the cheek as part of the dare, and I punched you."

"Not very believable. I'm not bruised." He swiftly walked forward, promptly punching me in the nose. I wasn't even mad. I knew that was going to be his response, and frankly I had had worse after sparring him. I just grinned.

He turned to leave. His hand was on the door when he turned, looking slightly over his shoulder.

"Oh, and IcyHot? If you like Deku, talk to him like you were talking to me today. It...would really work." His face flushed again, and he left. It took me exactly three seconds to realize what he had said.

And I burst into laughter.

I had won. Not really, because I wasn't who he liked, but who cares?

I, Shoto Todoroki, got the Katsuki Bakugo, hot and bothered. I composed myself and left the locker room, holding a tissue to my bloody nose as I headed to the dorms to tell the class about what had happened.

Or, Bakugo's version of what had happened.

I was very intrigued to see how tomorrow would go.