Bread 👍
Placing his cup in the sink for Bakugo to clean in the morning, Todoroki was about to call it a night when his eyes caught sight of Aoyama. The blond was sitting quietly at one of the tables, smiling blissfully as he watched him pull out a piece of bread out of thin air. His eyes widened as he watched the lavender-eyed boy begin to munch on the bland treat, not even shocked by the magic he just performed right before him.
“Where did you get that…?” Todoroki had to know or it was going to keep him up all night.
Aoyama glanced up from his pastry, pausing for a moment before he smiled, stating, “My pocket, mon amie.”
“Yes, but how… How do you keep a baguette in your pocket?” Todoroki needed a logical explanation for this bizarre phenomenon or it was going to keep him up all night.
Again, Aoyama just smiled, placing the baguette down on the table as he held his hand out and continued to reply in simple terms, “Skills.”
Todoroki wanted those skills.