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Ochako woke in a bed that was not her own and a room that was entirely unfamiliar to her. Chocolate hues blinked away the sleepiness that fogged her sluggish brain. Her brow creased, trying to recall the last thing she remembered.
Mina had wanted to check out a new psychic shop. Ochako had been skeptical at first, but in a world of quirks anything was possible. Mina had been the first to get her fortune read. The psychic's quirk lasted for twenty-four minutes; each minute was apparently one hour in the future ten years from the present.
When Mina came out from her session with a big grin on her face, Ochako's curiosity piqued. The pink girl refused to share what she saw, but attested that the others HAD to try it out. Toru went next and Ochako's anticipation grew. What would her future be like in ten years?
Was she going to be a successful hero? Would she achieve her goals of helping her parents achieve a more relaxing life? Would her and Deku — No! She wasn't there for romance. She was just going to check out her own success - just to know if she truly made it.
As a second year student with only a year and a half left, the decisions she made now were incredibly important.
'Please, let me grow up to be a successful hero…!' Were her last thoughts before her world went blank and she awoke in a time that was not her own.
This was it then. The quirk. She was ten years into the future...! An adult!
Her breath hitched in excitement as she threw the blankets of her extremely large bed -- why on earth was her bed that big in the first place!? Her feet pressed against the hard wood floor as she stood.
Ochako spun around the large room, making a big circle with her arms held out wide. "Uwaaa!" She cooed. The room was big and warm. Her feet scuffed against the fuzziest area rug she'd ever stepped on.
There was even a large screen TV mounted on the wall across from the bed.
Her feet carried her over to the closet. She threw the sliding doors open and promptly slammed it closed, head lowered to her chest.
She took a deep breath before exhaling slowly to compose herself. Now she knows she was seeing things because that was definitely not a closet.
She slid the doors back open with a renewed sense only to discover that this was, undoubtably, a closet.
'Why is it so big!? Wait...'
Ochako blinked, noticing what was definitely supposed to be her clothing on one side, but on the other it looked like mens wear.
Mens?!
Why were there mens clothing in here? Her heart gave a stuttering jolt. Did that mean...?
Ochako reached one hand up, cupping her warm cheek, cautious to keep her pinky extended. What did this mean?
It could only mean one thing, right? That she...she had a lover? But who?!
Could it be?
Maybe it was just a housemate. But why would they be sharing such a large closet together? That would be awkward. They'd just have their own room.
Ochako licked her lips, flipping through a couple articles of clothing to try and figure out who the owner could be.
Several colored button down shirts hung in black, white, orange, and yellow. Some folded jeans. A couple typical men's shirts. She didn't get very far before rolling her eyes at herself and realizing that there were better ways to discover the identity of her housemate. Or lover.
Ochako backed out of the closet and glanced down at herself to find that she was wearing a large light pink babydoll shirt and a pair of short black shorts. Decent enough to parading around in her own house.
She practically skipped out the bedroom door, curious about the rest.
She must have been successful to afford a place like this! It wasn't humongous. Not a mansion. In fact, it was probably a relatively normal sized house, but to her and her humble upbringings it might as well have been.
She walked down the hall, peaking into every room.
A bathroom with a deep soaking tub - Ochako resisted the urge to dive into it right that second. A linen closet - not that exciting, but her towels were very soft. An office - very professional! A child's room.
Ochako took a step back, slammed the door closed, and froze.
She stared down at the door knob in her palm as if it lead to another dimension. Maybe she didn't see that correctly. Maybe it was a...crafting room. Or supply room. Yes. That must be it.
She opened the door again to confirm that it was indeed a young child’s bedroom.
There was a small bed pressed against the side wall. A little desk with - was that a teal Deku chair?! There was a small Uravity beanbag (she had merch?!) in a nook with a bookshelf filled with children books. Hero posters plastered on the walls. Was that a toy grenade blaster on the floor?
Ochako brushed her bangs out of her face. It was quite possible that she had a child. Judging from the decor and the types of toys laying around, it was a boy.
Her heart fluttered and her legs felt like jelly. In this future she should be roughly twenty-six and she had a son.
She couldn't tell if she wanted to faint or cry or go sprinting around the house to see if she could find them and get a good look at the life she created.
She settled for backing out of the room and closing the door with a small click. Okay. So, she was a mother.
Wow.
She hadn't expected that.
Ochako made her way down the hall, turning the corner into what appeared to be a living room. It was fairly neat. There were some coloring books on the table with some worn down crayons and Legos half built on the floor in front of another large TV.
A small, orange tabby sat on the top of the couch cushions. It lifted its head, the bright green eyes blinking at her and greeted her with a soft 'mrow'.
Ochako cooed softly at the cat as she tiptoed over and reached out. The cat leaned into her touch, purring.
"What's your name, beautiful...?" Ochako asked in a soft whisper, as if she'd disturb the silence of the house if she spoke any louder.
She reached down and peeked at the tag hanging from its collar. 'Mochi.' Ochako giggled. "I guess I'm the one who named you.”
She scratched between the twitching ears before continuing her tour of the living room and caught sight of some pictures hanging on the wall.
Ah! That was her and Deku, and Todoroki, too! They were dressed in caps and gowns, holding their hero diplomas.
She smiled at the soft, yet awkward smile on Torodoki's face. Deku was making a gross face again. He must have been all emotional...! She sputtered behind her hand, imagining what the day must have been like.
She didn't notice the background, over her left shoulder, where Bakugo stood to take a picture with Kirishima and their friends. His eyes weren't focused on the camera. Instead, his head was clearly tipped in her direction, crimson eyes staring at her back.
Ochako moved on.
A picture of her with her parents. A group picture in the U.A. Dorms. A picture with her former mentor Gunhead and Ryukyuu after she went pro. A picture of her in a white gown —
Was that her wedding picture?! She gasped in awe.
It was a seated portrait of her looking into the camera with a bouquet of orange, pink, and white flowers in her hand. It must have been a spring wedding! Her dress was gorgeous. White with crystal candle light beading, her hair pinned back with a lace veil and her make up done lightly.
Her eyes shifted to the picture hanging beside hers. Another portrait, but it wasn't of her. It wasn't of Deku or some stranger she'd have yet to meet. It was Bakugou.
Ochako felt her eyes widen. Why was there a picture of Bakugou in a white suit hanging beside hers?
Her heart beat its way into her throat as her intuition drew the conclusion that her rational mind refused to acknowledge. Bakugou Katsuki's portrait looked eerily similar to her wedding portrait.
Maybe he was the best man.
Or maybe he was the groom?
Why was he the groom!?
Ha. No. No way that made no sense. Bakugou didn't like her! S-she didn't like him that way either. No, there must be some other explanation. Something she was missing.
Though, with the way his eyes pierced through the camera lens and straight into her soul…
If hero work didn't work out for him, modeling certainly would.
The angry boy she knew in high school was always attractive in a sense, but he grew into a very attractive man. Even if she didn't have feelings for him, she could appreciate and acknowledge that fact.
Ochako diverted her attention to the next picture. A little boy. This time she did need to sit down.
Ochako backed up until her knees hit a soft arm chair. She fell back into it and sat there, hand covering her lips as she observed the toothy grin plastered on round pink cheeks.
His eyes weren't brown. They were red; wide and piercing with ambition. While she knew several people with red eyes, there was no mistaking the blonde tufts that stuck up in every which direction, nor the puff of confidence in his small chest.
That was her son. And Bakugou's.
Why?
Better yet - How?
Ochako couldn't wrap her head around her unexpected discovery. Within the next ten years, she was going to graduate from U.A., become a successful hero, have a beautiful home, get married, and have a son...
And she was going to do it all with…Bakugou?
She didn't know how long she sat there with her knuckles pressed to her lips, trying to figure it out, but the sound of the front door clicking open and knocking into the door stop snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Momma!"
Ochako felt her heart clench at the young voice.
"Oi!"
Ochako flinched at the deeper voice that followed, rough like freshly torn up gravel. The slight rasp to his voice sent chills up Ochako's spine.
"You little shit. Get back here; shoes off!"
Her jaw dropped. H-how dare he speak to their son like that!
Her son's voice was muffled, so she couldn't tell how he responded, but she could hear shuffling before small feet came padding into the living room.
"Ma!"
He slid across the floor in mismatched hero socks. For a second, she almost didn't care that he was also Bakugou's son.
The sight of his bright smile and wide eyes full of excitement warmed her heart in a way she'd never experienced before. He ran over to her, grasping the edge of the chair to hoist himself up into her lap.
"Ma, ma! Guess what?" He clutched her shoulder and sat on her thigh.
Ochako froze, wondering if this small child was real. He called her ‘ma’ and looked at her with such a fond familiarity.
“Guess!” He urged her in her silence.
She cleared her throat and responded with uncertainty, “what is it?”
He grinned, pleased with her response. “Papa and I got you a present!”
A present?
“O-oh?” Ochako flickered her eyes about the room, uncertain how to interact with the little boy in a way that wouldn’t be unusual. “You did?”
“Yeah!” He looked toward the hall. “Papa! Come on!”
Ochako’s rapid heartbeat matched the heavy foot steps that echoed down the hallway. She licked her lips anxiously, trying not to shake in anticipation. She was about to meet Bakugou Katsuki, ten years in the future, and -
‘Oh my god...’
Her jaw went slack and her eyes bulged.
The picture hanging on the wall didn’t do him an ounce of justice. He was taller than she remembered. His shoulders were broad and his arms looked like he could pick her up and sit her on his bicep without flinching.
He just had to torment her by wearing a tight black tank top.
His wardrobe left nothing to the imagination. His cargo pants sat low on his deeply cut hips. His shirt pressed to his abs so finely she could count the ripples.
One, two, three, four...eight!
Ochako felt moisture against her bottom lip and quickly slapped a palm to her mouth.
No! She was not drooling over Bakugou! She hastily wiped at her lip and forced her throat to swallow, though it felt oddly difficult. She felt warm. Was it warm in here? Did someone turn the heat up?
She was terrified to raise her eyes and meet his gaze.
Gathering all the strength she had left, Ochako raised her eyes to trace the chiseled outline of his jaw, higher to the natural set scowl on his face, the point of his uncharacteristically cute nose, high cheek bones, and those eyes.
Vibrant. Red. Intense.
Her soul ascended.
His face was still framed by the same ash-blonde locks he had as a teenager, though he’d found new ways to increase his already unacceptable levels of sexiness with a his left bang slicked back out of his face.
Screw being a model! He should just be a porn star with those looks!
She watched as he blinked. His dark eyelashes brushed his cheek bone and his his brow furrowed unto perplexity.
Her head went woozy and she realized she hadn’t breathed once since he stepped into the room with one hand tucked behind his back.
They stared at one another until -
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Ochako quickly snapped out of her daze at his brash greeting. She gasped at him, trying to find the right words to throw back.
He started walking toward her with that familiar thug like swagger and it made her brain short circuit again.
He was close enough that she heard the click of his tongue. She almost forgot about the little boy in her lap that beamed between his parents, unaffected by any of this. Was she the only one finding this weird?
He was in front of her now. His calloused fingers cupped her chin.
She hated the way her lower lip wobbled.
“You’re actin like you ain’t ever seen your own husband before.”
Well, maybe that’s because she hadn’t! When-how-why did she agree to marry this guy!? Her head spun, but before she could ask anything, he pushed something into her arms.
It felt light and crinkled softly with a fragrant smell. She didn’t get a chance to look before he dipped his head and captured her lips in a soft, sweet, chaste kiss. The gesture was so gentle, yet it somehow stole her breath away.
“Happy anniversary.” He pecked her lips again.
He drew back, lifting the little boy out of her lap and sat him on his hip. “Go change and I’ll start breakfast.”
He paused, eying her blushing face for several moments before he turned away with a haughty smirk and walked toward what must be the kitchen.
Fuck his perfect ass.
Ochako sat in stunned silence as she was once again left alone in the living room, wrapped in her own thoughts. There was no way she was married to that man. This couldn't be real; it couldn't be her future. Maybe she was stuck in some lucid dream, instead.
That had to be it.
Yet she found herself getting to her feet and following his instruction. Her feet led her back into her bedroom closet where she stood before an overwhelming amount of clothes.
'Anniversary'...he had said. She felt her cheeks warm. She should wear something nice then, right?
Ochako flipped back and forth through the rows. She didn't want to over do it, but not underdress either. After much internal debate she settled on a cream colored sweater with a deep 'v' that reached her mid-thigh and pair of black leggings with a floral print down the sides
Her hands smoothed down her sweater and pinched at the small bit of loose skin over her waist line. Her body sure had changed a lot. Her body had more muscle tone than she recalled, but there were certain areas like her midriff that seemed to retain more water and her wide hips.
Glancing down, her eyes met her cleavage and she momentarily considered changing her sweater for one that didn't show so much skin. Those had definitely gotten bigger, too.
"Oi, 'Chako!"
She jumped at the loud bark of Bakugou's voice.
"Hurry up! Breakfast is almost done.”
W-well if it was in her closet then it must be okay to wear, right?
"C-coming!" She called back, wincing at the way her voice wobbled. Her hands were practically trembling with nerves. How was she supposed to do this? An entire day, married to Bakugou?! And on their anniversary!
How was she supposed to act?
What was her son's name?!
Ochako fanned her face, taking a deep breath to try and calm her racing heart before she shuffled back out to the Kitchen. She peeked around the wall, observing the scene she was about to walk into.
The kitchen was very nice. Cream tiled floors and modern counters. There was a small circular dining table to fit the family of three and sunny windows that lit the room.
Her eyes fell to Bakugou's broad back as he stood by the stove. Their son sat on the counter beside him.
The boy hummed, kicking his feet as he cheerfully dropped small chocolate chips into the batter over the griddle. Pancakes.
Ochako felt her mouth water at the delicious scent that wafted through the kitchen. She could practically smell the fluffy perfection.
Bakugou had always been a good cook even in high school. Everyone always looked forward to when it was his night to cook. While it came with a lot of shouts and bangs, his food came out so savory it always had them going back for seconds.
He seemed much more at peace now.
Maybe it was because he was older. Bakugou had mellowed out a lot since their first day of school. It made sense that he might cool down as he matured.
Bakugou pointed at a different bowl and the boy switched out the chocolate for diced strawberries. Her favorite. Did he know?
Duh. Of course he knew. He was her husband!
He had even gotten the flowers right in the bouquet that he had pressed into her hands. Daisies. Colored to match the roses in the bouquet in her wedding photo. White, pink, and orange.
Bakugou always had been surprisingly observant.
"Ma!"
She was spotted. Ochako stepped into the kitchen and forced a smile on her face. "Hey," She greeted. She licked her lips and fiddled with the flowers in her hands. She had no idea where anything was or what to do. "It smells really good in here."
"We're making pancakes!”
Ochako nodded. Her eyes followed Bakugou's arms as he transferred several perfectly fluffed pancakes onto a serving plate. Her stomach rumbled and she quickly looked away.
"I, um, need a vase for these..." She requested.
Bakugou glanced over his shoulder, arching a brow.
"Then get one. They're under the sink." Bakugou reminded her, motioning to the bottom cupboard.
Right. Yeah. Cause she totally knew that. "Yeah! Aha, yep! I got it!" Ochako scurried over to the sink, pulling the cabinet open and buried her burning cheeks inside it.
She picked out a tall vase that would fit the long stems and slowly stood up, working by the sink to give herself something to occupy her thoughts. She focused her attention on arranging the flowers nicely. Maybe a little too nicely.
An arm wrapped around her waist. "You okay?”
Ochako felt her back press into a broad chest. The hand around her waist stroked at her hip bone and his lips were far too close to her ear. She would have dropped the vase if not for all five of her fingers touching it before her grip faltered.
"What do you mean?" She squeaked.
She risked glancing up at him and would have stumbled at his close proximity if he hadn't already been holding her in place.
"You just seem real jumpy. Kinda out of it. You're not feeling sick, are you?" Bakugou asked. His voice was rough and gravely, but surprisingly tender.
Was she that obvious? Of course she wasn't well! She was in a time line for a future that she wasn't supposed to be in! She could hardly process what was happening right now!
"I'm fine!" She exclaimed, slipping out of his arms and walking the vase of flowers over to the table.
"I'm just really hungry! Can't wait to try this delicious breakfast. Thanks!" She yanked her cheeks up into a toothy grin.
The look on Bakugo's face was adorably perplexed. She watched him blink and glance at their son who was crawling into his chair already. "Ma, I made that!”
He pointed at a particularly lumpy pancake with strawberries in it.
"Is that one for me?" Ochako asked.
The little boy nodded cutely. "Well, they're all for you ma! But I don't want you to get a belly ache, so I'll help you eat them," He declared.
"Oh? How thoughtful of you.”
"Papa will help too."
Ochako took the misshapen pancake onto her plate along with an extra fluffy cake. Strawberry syrup was placed beside her and she uttered a polite, "Thanks."
Papa. She wasn't sure how much of this her heart could take so she offered to cut his breakfast.
As awkward as she felt, Bakugou's food gave her a good excuse to avoid conversation. She made sure to eat slowly, always taking small bites to keep her mouth occupied.
Throughout breakfast she learned that her son's name was 'Yoshiki' and he was turning five in another month.
Bakugou had gotten them both the day off of work. Apparently they worked for the same agency and lived on the outskirts of Tokyo.
After breakfast Bakugou refused to let Ochako touch the dishes so she chose to wipe the syrup off Yoshiki's face and wash his hands with a wet towel.
That afternoon, Ochako found herself walking down the sidewalk with Yoshiki acting as the link between her and Bakugou's hands. She noted the way he was careful to keep his pinkies raised, never touching anything with the little pink pads that were on all ten fingers.
Did that mean he inherited her quirk?
They walked to a nearby park and let Yoshiki go play with the other local children. The little hand was gone and Ochako stiffened feeling a larger hand take its place.
She glanced up and wished that she could just ask him all her questions.
Bakugou was her friend. He was her teammate. She trusted him and admired him for his strength and indomitable spirit.
Love?
She eyed the sharp curve of his jaw, spotting the smallest trace of stubble.
Could she love this man? Somehow she must have. What did she love about him?
Why didn't she end up with Deku? Did he not return her feelings?
What did Bakugou love about her?
Did Bakugou even think about romance?! Was he a closet romantic this whole time...?! Maybe there actually was this big soft teddybear hiding behind those brash, vulgar walls.
How did they even get close enough to become this??
She watched his lips move, but she couldn't focus on his words. All she could think about was the fact that those lips had been placed against hers this morning. Did they kiss often? Where else did he place them?
“Ochako...?"
"Wha-?" Ochako snapped out of it. "Y-yes, sounds great!" She exclaimed quickly to act like she had been paying attention.
Bakugo frowned.
Maybe that wasn't the right response.
"I asked if you heard from your parents on their travel plans since they're coming up next month.”
Shit.
Ochako rubbed the back of her head with her free hand, making some of her hairs stand on end with her quirk. "O-oh. Yeah. I meant to say, yes I heard from them and the trip sounds like it's coming together great!"
She really hoped it was, anyway, because she had no idea.
She really should start paying attention. Could this day go any slower? His piercing gaze was starting to make her uncomfortable. It was like he could see right through each and every one of her bluffs.
But really, she had no idea how to be anyone's wife, let alone his!
“Okay."
He dropped it and Ochako struggled to think of a good conversation to reel him back in.
"Thank you for breakfast this morning. And the flowers! They were beautiful." She spoke a little fast and her fingers itched to pick at her finger pads. "What else are we going to do today?”
Bakugou side eyed her. "Well, you said you wanted sushi so I made us reservations for dinner tonight. My parents agreed to watch the kid for us." He stepped closer, leaning down to press his lips to the shell of her ear. “So, we'll have the house all to ourselves tonight."
He should never be allowed to make a purring sound like that again. It was down right dirty play! Heat spread across her ears and all the way down her neck.
A house all to themselves. With her husband. Her teenage mind didn't need Mina or Toru to explain what he was insinuating.
No way!!!
Ochako gapped at him with wide eyes and her jaw visibly open. Her brain could not function a response. Obviously she couldn't tell him no, but she also couldn't tell him yes!
She might be his wife, but she was not his wife wife!
"O-oh. G-great!" She squeaked weakly.
His smirk was absolutely devious.
"C-can't wait!" Ochako felt weak in her knees. She forced her eyes away and took a deep breath through her nose.
How was she going to get out of this!?
Her escape plans were cut short by a small explosion near the pond. A villain?!
“Shit..."
Bakugou released her hand. She expected to see him drop into his fighting stance, ready for action. Instead, his face fell into a disappointed scowl. He headed for the pond, chin tipped upwards as he belted out a firm, "Yoshiki!"
Yoshiki?
She caught sight of the blonde boy.
He was with another group of boys, one of which was on the ground crying with light burn marks on his arm. Shards of plastic were scattered in the grass.
Yoshiki tensed at the sound of his name, his fists clenched tightly and smoking.
Maybe he didn't have her quirk after all.
"Oi, what the fuck are you doing?"
Bakugou's bark was terrifying even if it had no bite. Yoshiki knew he was in trouble and ducked his head, jutting his lower lip out into a quivering pout.
He tried to ignore Bakugou's glare, but he wasn't allowing it. "Yoshiki. Explain. Now.”
"It was an accident..." Yoshiki grumbled, glaring down at the ground. He kicked a loose rock. "We were playing catch and Shinji was being an asshole and I got mad s-so..." He glanced at the remains of the plastic ball.
So he exploded the ball and ended up burning the other boy.
Ochako gapped at the boys use of vulgarity and couldn't help herself from the scolding tone that escaped her lips, "We don't use words like that!" She snapped.
Yoshiki flinched, realizing what he said and slapped his hand over his mouth. He looked at her with wide eyes. “Sorry."
His apology pleased her but Bakugou's lack of recognition did not. Did he seriously allow his son to speak that way?
She let memory of his unfiltered vulgarity and use of expletives answer her question. Frowning, she opened her mouth to scold him, but he had already turned away.
"Stay here," he grunted at her before heaving the Shinji boy onto his feet. "Stop your bitching. You're fine, kid. Where are your parents?" Bakugou asked gruffly.
Ochako couldn't believe him. He was a Pro-hero and he was still crass as ever. She reached out, touching his arm.
"I have a better idea," She stated. Ochako took the small boy's hand from Bakugou and replaced it with their son's hand. "You stay with Yoshiki and I'll bring the boy to his parents, Mr. Potty-Mouth. Don't use such talk around the children!"
She huffed, puffing her round cheeks.
"Wha-?" Bakugou blinked at her, then down to the swapped hands. "But..."
"Yeah, Papa. You got a potty mouth!" Yoshiki pointed at him and waggled his finger in attempt to scold him.
Bakugo gave him an annoyed stare. "Watch it, runt."
Ochako smiled at the boy holding her hand.
"Your name is Shinji, right? Well, Shinji-kun, let's go find your parents. I'd like to make sure you're okay and apologize to them for my," she paused to swallowed a lump that formed at what she was about to admit, "son's behavior."
Shinji pursed his lips, pouting, but nodded.
Ochako took him back to his parents, who were understandably miffed by their son's injury and destruction of property. She bowed and sincerely apologized for Yoshiki's behavior.
She bit back a snarky quip, thinking, 'he gets it from his father.'
Instead, she reassured them that they would have a firm talking with their son about his actions and that it wouldn't happen again. She also offered some basic advice on treating minor burns and thankfully placated the family.
She waved as they left.
Being a mom was tiresome.
Ochako returned to find that Bakugou had moved Yoshiki to sit on a bench beneath a large maple tree. The little boy pouted with his arms crossed and Bakugou scowled down at him.
She did a double take at how similar the two of them were. The apple didn't fall far from the tree.
After they left the park, Ochako found them walking through the Tokyo thrift markets. Her eyes lit up in a buzz of excitement. So much had changed!
She strolled by each stand, keeping a tight clasp on her wallet so she didn’t end up spending any money until Bakugou caught on.
“The hell you holding back for?” He had asked her with a slight grunt. “Buy whatever the hell you want. We ain't gonna go broke in a place like this.”
Even with his not-so-subtle-or-gentle prodding, Ochako found it difficult to spend. In the end, he ended up buying her more stuff.
He was so smooth about it, that it made her curse him and reward him with dark red blushes. He bought her a silver plum blossom hair comb that he tucked into her hair, a pair of earrings she had been eying despite her protests, and a new navy blue scarf with the moon and stars.
Ochako didn’t know what to do. It was their anniversary. Was she supposed to buy him something, too?
What if the older her already did and she just totally messed it up because she didn’t know about it?!
Her eyes flashed to Bakugou’s back. He didn’t look like he was expecting anything.
She couldn’t imagine that her future self would actually let him spoil her this much and not do anything special in return.
“Um...” She reached out and touched his arm. “Bak-“
“Ma!” Yoshiki yelled over her, catching both their attention. He tugged excitedly on her hand. “Look!”
Ochako followed his finger to see a food stand with brightly colored assorted mochi. Her eyes widened into bulging hearts and her mouth started to water a little.
“Can we get some? I want a snack!”
She couldn’t say no, but her mouth froze with an open hinge as she realized…
Her hands pressed against all her pockets several times.
Money. She never even thought to grab her wallet or money when they left.
“Ah, Yoshi...” Ochako gave him a crestfallen look. “I-“
“Which ones?”
“Huh!?” Ochako whipped her head around to stare at Bakugou in surprise.
He was serious. His hand was already pulling out his wallet to fish out a couple bills. Her eyes widened in shock at how ready he was to throw out money for her.
Just because it was their anniversary, right? She hoped this wasn’t a normal occurrence.
“Yay! Papa will get it!”
Yoshiki jumped up and down on the balls of his feet. “I want red bean!” He declared.
Bakugo nodded and looked at her next. “Strawberry?”he asked.
Ochako nodded silently. He even knew her favorite Mochi. Swallowing down her nerves, Ochako nodded. “Yes, please. Thank you!”
Ochako watched as Bakugou walked up to the stall and pointed at exactly what he wanted. She observed the way the muscles in his back flexed beneath his shirt as he moved, handing over his credit card and taking the container of mochi.
This man, Bakugou, was really her husband.
It was still difficult to wrap her mind around, even as he came back and placed the mochi in her hands. His arm slid around her waist and Yoshiki grasped his other hand as he walked them over to a bench so she and their son could share the treat.
This Bakugou was too different.
He wasn't anything like the Bakugou that she knew. Well, maybe they were a little similar. The hair and eyes. The scowl. The walk. The baggy pants. The voice.
But he was softer some how. She didn't understand why. How did the Bakugou she knew became this Bakugou in the future.
Ochako put her questions on hold. There was a little boy beside her in need of some treats. She opened the mochi container and handed one of the red beans treats to him and picked up a strawberry one for herself.
"Cheers!" She smiled, tapping her mochi against his.
Yoshiki grinned back at her. "Cheers," he mimicked, giggling. He took a bite of the jam filled mochi at the same time as she did. He mirrored her, cupping both his cheeks with his palms, his pink cheeks puffing, and a delightful, "Mmm!" humming from behind closed lips.
Ochako blinked at her echo and looked down at the happy boy kicking his feet. Her cheeks brightened. She took the last bite of her treat, trying to hide the warm smile that threatened to show.
The apple didn't fall far from the tree in her case either. Like mother like son, too.
Their walk through the market place ended with a short train ride over to Musutafu, where Bakugou's parents lived. While Ochako was certain that her future self had seen their living accommodations, she had not.
She tried not to gawk at the three story house in front of her.
Seriously, who needed a three story house?! Did his entire family live here?
Yoshiki broke out of their hold as they approached the front door. He jumped, smacking his palm on the door bell. Ochako could hear it echo inside the building before a loud stomping replaced it.
The door flew open to reveal an intense blonde hair, red eyed woman that looked like a slightly older female version of the man standing behind her with his hands shoved in his pockets and a scowl on his face.
Sister? No. Mother? But she looked so young and her skin was so nice.
“Grandma!!” Yoshiki exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air and jumping up and down to be noticed.
“Ah! Yoshi! Come here sweetheart!” The harsh expression melted off her face immediately as she lifted him into a tight hug.
“Hag.”
The harsh glare was back. “Brat,” She spat.
Yoshiki giggled in his grandma’s arms as if the exchange was some kind of game while Ochako balked at the fact that Bakugou, as a grown adult, still called his mother a ‘hag’.
She never met the woman before, but on rare occasion she’d heard him screaming on the phone with her.
The two locked eyes in a stupidly stubborn battle of wills until Ochako bravely cleared her throat and greeted the woman with a small, “hello!” Her lips stretched into an uneasy smile.
His mother broke eye contact first and her expression melted into a warm smile. “Ochako!”
She pulled Ochako into a one armed hug, still holding Yoshiki against her hip with the other. Her lips pressed to her cheek. “How is my idiot son treating you?” She asked.
Ochako flickered her eyes over to Bakugou who glared at his mother, clicking his tongue in annoyance.
“Good,” she replied, looking back at his mother. “Um. Very good!” At least she hoped that was the norm. Based on how he interacted with her today he was...
He was a good husband.
“‘Course I’m treating her well!” Bakugou snapped heatedly. “She’s my fucking wife and I love her!”
Despite the vulgarity, Ochako’s face heated up at the brash admission. He was so direct about it!
“We’re going out to dinner now. You’re taking the kid for the night. I texted dad earlier.”
Ochako guessed based on his naming patterns that he got along with his father decently.
“I know ya damn brat. Your father already told me.” She released Ochako from her hug. “Enjoy your evening together. Happy anniversary.” She smiled at them and Ochako couldn’t help returning the gesture.
“Thank you!” She replied. Bakugou glared to the side with a light blush.
“Yeah, yeah! We’re fuckin’ goin’!” He barked. Despite his attitude, Ochako watched as Bakugou grew up for a second to lean in and wrap an arm around his mother’s shoulders and kiss her cheek.
He pressed a kiss to Yoshiki’s forehead. “Behave for the old hag, okay?” And it was back.
Yoshiki giggled at his grandmother’s ‘Oi’. “I will, Papa!”
Bakugou stepped back and when Yoshiki stretched his arms toward her, Ochako realized it was her turn to say goodbye.
She settled for kissing his cheeks. “See you tomorrow.”
“I’ll drop him off around noon tomorrow.”
“Thank you again for taking him!” Ochako made sure to thank her since Bakugou hadn’t yet.
“Ochako, come on!”
Bakugou was already halfway down the steps and Ochako scurried after him, waving back at Yoshiki until Mitsuki turned back inside with him.
She was alone with Bakugou.
Hopefully she didn’t screw this dinner up.
She took a deep breath, walking beside Bakugou with a stiff back and tight shoulders. His hand brushed against her waist and she bit her tongue to stop from squeaking in surprise.
“Whatcha nervous about?”
Ochako felt her heart stop.
Was she that obvious?
“Oh! Nothing! Just...excited for dinner!” She could feel the sweat on her palms and warmth in her cheeks grow under his calculating stare.
“Sure.” Bakugou’s short replies weren’t helping to convince her that she was doing a good job of fooling him either!
She had to be more convincing than this. Who knew what he would do if he found out his wife was being impersonated? Would he believe her if she told him the truth? Would he even listen?
She didn’t want to find out. She just wanted to wake up back in her own body in her own time.
They boarded a train back to Tokyo. Ochako clung to his side as he held her steady. She waved at a couple kids that recognized them even in their casual attire while Bakugou scowled, but she quickly learned that this was his persona. His image and people gobbled it up.
Including those young women giggling at his heated glare and whispering excitedly with warm blushes on their cheeks.
Ochako felt a familiar bubble of jealousy in the pit of her stomach. Her smile fell and she clung a little tighter to his arm.
Excuse them. This was HER husband.
It took several moments for her brain to realize what she just thought. Her heart skipped a beat. She pressed her burning cheek into his arm and turned her eyes to the ground.
Her husband. He was though, wasn’t he? He even confirmed earlier that he was in love with her.
She really wanted to know how she fell in love with him. How she ended up with him instead of literally anyone else in the entire world. Sure they had their mutual respect. He never looked down on her and she considered him something of a friend even if she didn’t know if he did.
But what was that defining moment?
Did he even know?
She glanced back up to find him looking out the window of the train with a neutral expression on his face.
Well, one thing was fact. Bakugou was beautiful when he wasn’t scowling or screaming.
“See something you like?”
She jumped to find him staring back at her out of the corner of his eye. A smirk tugged on his lips.
“N-no!” She snapped, quickly looking away.
His arm tightened around her, pulling her into him. Instead of a growl, she felt him chuckle as she pressed her cheek to his chest.
He brushed his hand through her hair, musing the brown strands tenderly.
How was Bakugou this soft and why did her heart have to pound so hard against her ribs?
“This is our stop,” she felt him rumble through his chest.
She stood straight, detangling herself from him to exit.
She settled for at least holding his hand. That was romantic enough, right?
He didn’t seem to mind.
She followed him to an expensive looking sushi restaurant and gawked at the flashing signs. “Ba-um...” she caught herself before she blurted out his surname. “Is-it’s expensive!”
Oh god - that was close!
Maybe too close - Bakugou was staring at her weird.
“But you picked it.”
Shit. She did?!
“Y-yeah... I must not have thought about the price! Ah-well maybe we can just go home and eat in!” Ochako suggested, clapping her hands together with a smile.
“Or...we can treat ourselves. Come on, ‘Chako.” He nudged her toward the door. “I think we can afford a night out,” he mused, leading her inside.
Ochako tried to ignore the flipping in her tummy.
Did she really pick this place? It didn’t seem like the burger joint she’d pick.
They were seated at a private booth with two menus placed in front of them. Ochako picked up one just so she’d have something to occupy herself with. Her eyes roamed over the selections and her stomach gave a rumble.
A line at the top caught her attention. All you can eat?
Now the reason why she chose this place made sense. It was worth the money if they could eat their weight in food.
Feeling slightly better about eating here, Ochako reached for the marker, brushing fingers with Bakugou as he reached for the same one.
“Ah!” She gasped. “Sorry!”
“It’s fine. Go ahead.” Bakugo pushed the maker toward her and picked up the other one. “I’ll use this one.”
He was so calm. So relaxed.
She tried to ease her own nerves, but it was hard. He was clearly used to this, but for her this was technically her first real date!
It was a little easier when Yoshiki was with them to act as a buffer, but without him she had to look and talk directly to him.
She distracted herself with taking as long as possible to make her selections and then gave her menu to the waiter as he passed by.
Now what?!
Bakugou casually took a sip of his water and observed their surroundings. She watched the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat before looking away with a blush, realizing she was being creepy.
She felt his eyes on her and wished she could shrink into the seat.
“Sake?”
“Huh?” Ochako snapped her head up to look at him. “What?”
“Sake.” Bakugou repeated, pointing at one of the advertisement menus. “Do you want some? You seem tense.”
Alcohol? She wasn’t old enough!
Actually, she was. She was old enough to have a husband and kid!
“O-okay.”
Bakugou flagged down the waiter and ordered them a pitcher of Sake. It came with two small glasses that he poured, pushing one toward her.
Ochako picked the small cup up and stared at it. That was such a small amount. It should be okay.
She clinked her cup with his.
She watched as he brought the cup to his lips and swallowed it down in a single gulp. Was that how it was done?
Glancing at her cup she raised it to her lips. It wasn’t very much. That couldn’t be hard.
She emptied it into her mouth and quickly slapped a hand over her lips.
She coughed. Her eyes teared at the burn as the alcohol stung her throat and nose on its way down to sit warmly in her belly.
It tasted like nail polish remover. That was gross. Did she really drink that? She sputtered, wiping her lips on the back of her hand.
“Drink too fast?”
Yeah. That was it.
Ochako tried not to glare at him, wondering if that was a trick or not.
He went to pour them another cup and she assumed not. Older her was probably just more refined.
“I’m fine,” she reassured him stubbornly, reaching for the second cup full. “One more.”
One more became two before their food arrived. Ochako blinked down at the sushi, waiting for her eyes to focus. She felt a light buzz in her head.
Was she drunk? No. She was still pretty coherent. She just felt a little off.
“Eat,” Bakugou told her, snatching a tuna piece.
He sounded and looked totally fine. Why? She furrowed her brows at him.
“You’re tipsy, dummy. You didn’t eat much today. Eat and you’ll feel better,” he told her before tucking the tuna piece into his mouth.
Oh. Tipsy.
She grabbed her chopsticks and decided on salmon first.
She hummed contently at the fresh flavor that danced along her tastebuds. Thankfully conversation was light and after having a few drinks she wasn’t as high strung, allowing her responses to be a little more natural.
They ate until their bellies were full and ready to burst.
Bakugou flagged the waiter for the bill and paid with his credit card. He poured them each a final cup of sake while waiting for the receipt.
They left, arm in arm this time. Ochako still felt warm from the sake in her tummy and a pleasant buzz flowing through her veins.
It didn’t even occur to her what was expected to happen next until they reached their house and Bakugou peeled off his shirt, slinging it over one shoulder.
“Gonna take a shower. Wanna join me?”
He asked so casually, so naturally that Ochako almost said yes without hesitation.
“Oh-! No thanks! I’m okay,” she replied, frantically waving her hands in front of her face. “I’ll take one in the morning!”
Whether that was something older her would say or not, she didn’t know, but there was no way she could survive the awkwardness of a shower with this hunk.
Bakugo shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said before closing the bathroom door behind him.
Ochako felt the panic set in. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god...” She could feel her heart hammering in her throat. It was their anniversary. There was only one possible way to end the night.
She needed as much time as she could to mentally prepare herself for it. She paced the bedroom, fiddling with her hands nervously. Obviously she did this with him before. At least once. Maybe more!
She didn’t want to ruin their anniversary night, so she just had to do it!
Slapping her cheeks, Ochako took a big breath and clenched her fists at her side. She tried to think of it like a wrestling match, only naked and one of his appendages would be inside her...
She slapped her cheeks again.
Okay! First - what did a woman wear on these occasions?
She rummaged through her dresser drawers and was surprised to find a couple very suggestive pieces of clothing. Her face flared in shock at the skimpy pieces of clothing in her hands.
She actually wore this? Multiple times by the look of it. Which one would he like best? The red?
There were straps and clips and extra lace... Ochako flipped it left and right trying to figure out how to put it on. Was this the bra or panties? Where did her butt go? We’re those leg holes?
Oh, no that part definitely went over her head...
“What the hell are you doing?”
Ochako jumped, letting out a squealing yelp as she hastily shoved the skimpy cloth back into the drawer and slammed it shut. She whirled around, wide eyed and red faced.
“Nothing!” She squealed with a guilty pitch. “What are you doing,” her eyes shifted from his face downwards.
His torso was bare except for a white towel draped across his broad shoulders. Her eyes followed the water droplets that dripped onto his trapezoids and trickled down his taught pectorals.
Lower they slid, following the cracks and crevices of his abdominal cuts to a defined ‘v’.
The shape tucked into the turquoise waistband of his boxers that peaked out beneath a pair of low riding sweatpants.
Even as an adult this man didn’t pull his pants up properly. Ochako swallowed, realizing the attractiveness of his stature.
Hubba hubba.
What else was hidden?
Her eyes sunk lower to the shape of his defined thighs and the way his sweats rested against his...
Her eyes snapped up to look at the ceiling.
She shouldn’t be looking or thinking about THAT!
“Ya? You sure? Looks like you were about to get ready to give me a show,” he teased.
“I was not!! I was-“ Ochako paused. Yes, she sort of was, wasn’t she? Her heart echoed in her ears and her throat swelled. That was the purpose of the lingerie wasn’t it? To show off and excite him.
Was that what she was trying to do?
Her eyes flickered over to him, nervously.
Is that what she wanted to do?
“Oh?” He cooed. She trembled at the low rumble of his voice that made it sound more like a rugged purr. “Liar.”
His hands circled her waist. “You were going for the red.”
Her hands rested on his chest. “So?”
“You know that one is my favorite.”
So it was! Her momentary victory was swept away by the silent rumble of his chest as he chuckled at her.
He pulled her closer. Good god, her body was pressed up against his bare torso. Thankfully he wore pants because she wasn’t sure that she was prepared to see all of him yet.
His head lowered and Ochako gasped, quickly closing her eyes and puckering her lips at the realization of what he was after.
A kiss.
His hand cupped her cheek, but instead of feeling his lips on hers, she felt them brush against her temple and trail soft kisses down to her ear.
His warm breath tickled her. He scraped his teeth against the shell of her ear. A chill went down her spine and she found her fingers curling into his chest. She pressed closer to him and he whispered in her ear, “you don’t have to force yourself.”
She gasped, eyes snapping wide. “Huh?” She squealed. Force? Was she forcing herself? “I’m not!” She kind of was. “I want to!” She was nervous and her stomach was in knots. “I-I’m your wife!” She married him. “It’s our anniversary!” A special day binding them as lovers. “I-I want to-“ Tears gathered in her eyes.
Both of his hands came up to grasp the sides of her face. He brushed his thumb against the corners of her eyes. His smirk was tender instead of the condescending sneer she was used to.
“Look at you, getting all worked up over this. Calm down, Ochako.” He pushed back her bangs.
Her heart clenched at the look he gave her and liking the way her name rolled off his tongue.
Ochako. So that’s what it sounded like when he wasn’t calling her round face or cheeks or other insulting names? It was just a name, and yet -
“I am calm! I’m just...” she bit her lip.
“Far more nervous than I’ve seen you act in years.” Bakugou was always attentive to detail for the things he cared about, wasn’t he? “It’s like this is our first time again.”
“That’s because-“ she tried to protest, but her brain stuttered. Her first time. Their first time.
What was it like? Was she really this nervous? Did Bakugou feel the same back then? When did they do it? What was he like as a lover? Was it as amazing as she heard it was?
“Because, you’re not my wife.”
Ochako froze, staring down at the crease between his pecks.
“Not yet.”
Her jaw dropped in silent protest. He knew?! Her fingers shook as her body trembled like a leaf.
Oh no-!
Here it came. She was exposed. He was gonna blow up on her for tricking him or...
She braced herself for his Bakurage, but all she got was a flick on the forehead. “Dork.”
“Ow...” she pouted with a light wince.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t figure it out?” Bakugou arched a brow. “You’ve been acting off since this morning.”
Ochako ducked her head back into her shoulders. “You’re not mad...?” She asked in a small voice. “What gave me away?”
Bakugou shrugged. “I’ve had my suspicions all day. Kinda confirmed it when you slipped up and almost called me by my surname earlier. Plus,” he inclined his head toward her, “normally you’d be wrapped around me like a koala in that skimpy red outfit the moment I walked in.”
She gasped, turning bright red and slapped his chest. “I would not!” She exclaimed.
He laughed. “Would so!”
“No way!! I would never! That’s so-!”
“Sexy?”
“What?!”
“You’re bolder than you think.”
“H-huh? You-you’re messing with me!”
“You know I hate lying.” He did.
Bakugou had always thought that lying was beneath him and said what was on his mind. He had no reason to lie to her now, but accepting the truth was far too embarrassing.
“I-“ she groaned, dropping her forehead to his chest. “I just...” she fidgeted with her fingers, peeking up.
“It’s our...anniversary...right? So...so we should...” Ochako paused, watching the way his chest rose and fell with each even breath. His skin was warm beneath her fingertips. “It’s what you’re expecting, right?”
He furrowed his brow at her. “No.”
“No?” She parroted, surprised.
“I just told you not to force yourself,” Bakugou reminded her. He took hold of her hands and gently pulled them off his chest. “I’ll get my fill when,” he paused, tipping his head, “my wife is back.”
His lips curled into a smirk. “Besides, I don’t want to spoil our first time.”
“O-our first time?” She squealed, her hands flying to her cheeks. “W-when is that?!”
Bakugou’s smirk grew wider. “Can’t tell ya that.”
“Eh?! But...what about how long have we been together?” She exclaimed.
Bakugo rolled his shoulders. “Over five years.” Duh!
“W-how did we..?”
Bakugou shook his head. “Can’t tell ya.”
“Why not?” She huffed, her cheeks puffing slightly in pout.
“Cause it gives you an unfair advantage,” he replied.
Ochako opened and closed her mouth, thinking of her argument. “It’s not a competition!”
“Everything is a competition.”
“Huh?” She went to throw more questions at him, but Bakugo swung her around by the shoulders and redirected her toward the closet.
“Change,” he told her. “Go put something comfortable on and don’t bother trying to impress me.” He lightly smacked her ass. “You already do.”
“Hey!” Her cheeks blazed red and her hands reached back to cover her bottom. She threw a glare in retaliation to his haughty smirk. “Don’t look!” She snapped.
“Weren’t you just about to dance around in lingerie for me?” He teased her, turning around.
“I wasn’t!” She shrieked.
The nerve of that man! “Didn’t you say you won’t force me to do anything?” She asked, ripping a shirt off the rack.
“I did. Didn’t say anything about teasin’ ya.” He retaliated.
She shot a look over her shoulder at him to make sure his back was turned before undressing.
She pulled on her nightgown and fluffed her short brown bob. Stepping out of the closet she stared at his broad back. “Um..”
“All done?” Bakugou peaked over his shoulder at her. His eyes flicked over the black shirt that hung down to her knees. “Get comfy. You can have the bed.”
She could? “Where will you sleep?” She asked, curiously.
Bakugou jabbed a finger toward the door. “Out on the couch.”
Ochako searched his face for any sign that he was joking around before determining he was serious. “Why!?” She found herself asking. “The bed is big enough.”
She realized the implication of her words as they left her mouth and she felt surprisingly fine with it. Their couch was extremely comfortable, but she couldn’t kick him out of his own bed just for her comfort.
She was his wife. She had to make sure he was comfortable too.
Ochako fiddled with her fingers under the scrutiny of his stare. “Y-you can sleep in bed with me. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Bakugou cocked his head, taking half a step forward her. “You sure?”
“Mm!” She hummed. “Besides, sleeping alone on your anniversary is bad luck!”
Bakugou snorted, rolling his eyes. “The fuck kind of superstition is that?”
Ochako took a few steps back and lowered herself onto the bed. She just smiled up at him and patted the mattress. She crawled back over to the open side, leaving room for him to situate beside her.
“I-I want you to lay with me.” Ochako admitted at his hesitation.
Bakugou sighed through his nose. “Fine, if you insist,” he grumbled and made his way over. He pulled back the covers, crawling into bed beside her. “Get some sleep,” he told her, leaning to turn off the light.
The lights went out and all Ochako was able to see was the outline of his silhouette. He lied down beside her and before he could turn to lay with his back to her, she reached out, grasping his shoulder.
“Hm?”
“B-baku...” she made a sound in her throat, knowing that was wrong. “Um...I...” his first name stuck on the curl of her tongue so she skipped the address entirely. “I want you to hold me.”
She couldn’t see the details on his face, but somehow she knew he was frowning with that deep wrinkle in his forehead and the divot between his brows.
“Hah?”
He shifted, but she was still absent of his touch. She could see him leaning slightly.
“Why?” He asked.
Ochako blinked into the darkness. She buried her chin in the blankets, her eyes rolling toward the soft pillow beneath her head. “I’m curious.”
He made a confused sound.
“I woke up in this unexpected future,” Ochako began slowly, thinking over her words carefully, “with you as my husband and I have so many questions about how this happened. There’s so much I want to know, but you won’t tell me. So,” she shifted closer, boldly reaching for him. “I want to...um...” she pressed her palm to his collar bone and her brain started to freeze up. “...well, I wanted to, to feel what...um experience...maybe...in your arms...and see...how it feels...?”
There was a long pause. Bakugou choked on a laugh that she felt shook the bed.
“That made no fucking sense,” he blurted out. Regardless, he shifted closer to her and curled his arm around her waist.
Ochako gasped, her heart pounding in her chest as she assisted him in shifting herself closer until they were inches apart, laying on their sides.
“Better?”
Ochako hummed, laying her head on his outstretched arm. He was warmer than she expected. Firm and sturdy, his thick arm added a comforting weight on top of her. At their closeness she could feel his chest rise with the soft sound of his breathing.
“Ne,” she whispered.
He grunted, “what now?”
Ochako was glad it was dark so that he couldn’t see how bright her cheeks had gotten or the desire in her eyes.
“I want you...to kiss me.”
She felt him stiffen. “Hah?” He shifted, raising himself up slightly to try and see her. “Why should I?”
He was always stubborn about being told what to do. He made it sounds like he didn’t care to kiss her, but Ochako felt his hand resting against her lower back flinch at the request. He was protecting her from himself.
Her heart warmed and she found herself confidently declare:
“You should always kiss your wife goodnight.”
He choked and Ochako fought the smile that tugged on her lips. She caught him off guard. It was satisfying to realize that Bakugou could be vulnerable to emotions, too.
“You already kissed me earlier. This time I want to return it.”
“Tch.” He clicked his tongue, grumbling. “You don’t even know how to kiss yet,” he taunted her.
Her face heated up in embarrassment at the accuracy of his statement. No. She had never been kissed before. Not a real kiss. Of course he would know that.
“Then I’ll learn now!”
“What?” He grumbled.
Ochako licked her lips, persevering despite her blood pumping in her ears. “I was your first kiss, too, wasn’t I?” She guessed.
His silent growl confirmed it.
“Oh...is that it? You don’t want me learning to kiss before you do! Then I’ll be better.”
“Hah?!”
She eeped, finding herself flipped onto her back with Bakugou hovering get her. His hip rested beside her and his torso twisted over hers with his elbows beside her head.
“Oi...I’m a fucking great kisser! Now and then!”
Ochako felt her stomach flip at how close he was.
Riling him up was a dangerous game, but she knew he would perceive it as a challenge and that was the one surefire way to get Bakugou to do anything.
“How would I know?” She asked. Her hands pressed against his collar and slid around his shoulders to hook behind his neck.
“Ochako,” Bakugou rumbled in warning, sending a shiver down her spine and making her clench her thighs. Why was that exciting...?
“If you’re so good now and then, what are you worried about?” She asked.
“I ain’t worried about shit,” he retaliated.
“Then kiss me. Just a kiss.”
She waited for what felt like a solid minute, maybe two, as Bakugou battled with himself overtop of her. Finally he lowered his head and brushed his nose against hers.
“Fine,” he growled. “Just remember you asked for it.” His lips moved, just barely brushing past hers.
She asked for it.
Ochako let her eyes flutter closed and waited. She felt a calloused finger cup her chin. His fingers curled around her jaw and his thumb brushed against her lower lip, outlining the shape he was about to claim.
Her first impression of Bakugou’s lips was: warm.
For such an aggressive guy, his kisses were the most tender thing she’d ever experienced. His lips were warm and soft, a little chapped, but the texture made her want to run her tongue along his bottom lip to smooth it over. He kissed her slowly, letting her learn his movements.
He was slow and sensual, making her heart race in a way that made her chest swell with appreciation. She could feel the movement of his jaw groove against her own in a steady rhythm. For a second she parted her lips from his and the resounding smack echoed in her ears.
The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breaths mingling between parted lips.
So, that was a kiss? That’s what kissing felt like?
“Baku-mhm!”
His lips were on hers again, cutting her off with such passion that she forgot what she was about to say.
She liked it.
She liked kissing him.
Her eyes closed and she lost herself in the feelings he gave her. His lips were addictive in the way they moved and caressed hers. His flavor, like a subtle spiced cinnamon, tickled her taste buds.
The next time she parted her lips, she met his tongue.
A sound she hadn’t expected left her, muffled beneath his lips. His tongue traveled around her mouth as if it belonged there, stroking the back of her teeth and teaching hers to tango between their lips.
Ochako clung to him, drawing him in closer until they were body to body.
Her arms curled around him, her ankle hooked around his thigh as his knee slid between her legs. She didn’t mind the weight that pressed into her, instead finding she wanted more. Learning how to match his movements she followed his lead, returning his kisses with equal intensity
When they finally parted, Ochako found herself shaking with breathlessness. Her fingers threaded through his blonde spikes, holding his head close to hers. Her other hand trailed along his shoulder blades, following the cut of his muscles that tensed and flexed beneath her touch.
“I-is this how we normally kiss...?” She asked, trying to control her panting and appear the least bit composed.
Bakugou placed a wet kiss on her lips that had her moaning.
“Normally,” he nibbled on her lower lip, trailing one hand along her side, “we do a lot more than that.”
More? She’d like some more. Shifting beneath him she attempted to lean into another kiss when her inner thigh pressed against a hard protrusion.
Oh...?
She rubbed her knee against it, surprising herself when Bakugou dropped his head to her shoulder and groaned, “watch it…”
“Oh!” She squealed, realizing what she’d brushed against. His whole body had stiffened when she touched him through his slacks.
Her leg stilled, though in the back of her mind she wondered what would happen if she kept teasing him with that motion. The thought warmed her blood.
“Don’t you ‘oh’ me, damn it,” Bakugou growled, partially detangling himself from her so she couldn’t tempt him.
Ochako chuckled softly to herself. “Sorry!”
She heard him groan under his breath and curse to himself. “Do you like that?” She asked curious about her newfound power.
She could feel him glowering at her through the darkness. “The fuck kind of question is that?” He asked. “Of course I like it. I’m making out with my sexy as fuck wife. What’s not to like?”
“S-sex-?!” She squealed. He really thought of her that way?!
“Yeah. You.” He rumbled.
His nose brushed against hers. “You heard me.”
He kissed her lips one last time before laying beside her, letting her rest her head between the crook of his arm and shoulder. “You should get some sleep,” he prompted her.
Ochako wanted to protest, but a strong hand stopped her.
He stroked his fingers through her hair and Ochako decided that the tenderness of the moment was worth it.
“Bakugou,” she whispered. Her eyes drifted closed. “Thank you for today. You’re an amazing husband. I’m sorry I crashed our anniversary...”
She heard him snort at her.
“Course I am. I’m the best at everything,” he retaliated. “That’s how I ended up with the perfect wife.” His lips pressed against the edge of her jaw, curled into a smirk. “You should call me ‘Katsuki’,” he breathed into her skin.
‘Katsuki...’
The name alone made her tremble.
She wasn’t sure how to respond, so she kept her eyes closed and listened to the beat of her heart and scream of her soul.
How the hell did - where did he learn to speak like that? Older Bakugou was a lot smoother than his teenage self, that was for sure.
She breathed, “Okay.”
She wasn’t sure how long she laid in Bakugou’s arms, curled up beside him, but it was long enough that her consciousness began to fade. Sleep threatened to take her under. Before it could, she felt him whisper softly in her ear, “I love you, Ochako.”
Her mind went blank and when her consciousness came back, she found herself blinking her eyes open to find herself laying on a flat couch in a dimly lit room filled with incense.
The room she shared with Bakugou dissolved, but she could still feel the phantom warmth around her.
“Welcome back, young Uraraka Ochako.”
Uraraka turned her head to see a middle aged woman with her hair pinned back in a low bun. She smiled at her. “Did you enjoy your glimpse into the future?”
Uraraka glanced around the room until her eyes found a clock hanging on the far wall.
Exactly twenty four minutes had passed since she underwent the fortune tellers quirk. Her cheeks reddened at her question and her lips pulled into a warm smile. She touched her lips, remembering the pleasant feeling of Bakugou kissing her before bed.
“Yes,” she nodded, “I did.”
Ochako stood from the couch, reaching for her jacket. She slipped the warm fabric over her arms, pulling it tight, silently wishing it was something else wrapping around her.
“Thank you so much!” She thanked her, paying for her services before she rejoined Mina and Toru outside.
“Oh! Someone looks happy!” Mina cooed, eyeing her from head to toe.
“She must have had a good fortune!”
Ochako heard Toru before she saw her and turned toward her with a sheepish giggle. “You could say that! It was unexpected, but it was...” she trailed off, grinning happily.
“Details!! You gotta give us details girl!” Mina gasped.
Toru agreed as she bounced excitedly beside them while Ochako pushed the front door open and stepped outside. “No can do!” She hummed with her hands clasped behind her back.
The walk back was full of prodding questions. Ochako dodged them all until they got back to the dorms. She changed her shoes for a pair of warm slippers and headed inside the common room.
“DEKU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”
Ah... Ochako turned her head to find Bakugou kabedoning Deku to the back of the couch with his foot.
There he was, in all his angry, short tempered glory. Her future husband.
Bakugou Katsuki.
She wasn’t even sure what he was yelling about, but it was enough that Deku looked like he was sweating bullets and Bakugou was about to pup a blood vessel if he didn’t calm down.
She wasn’t sure what prompted her to do it. Maybe it was because her experience was still fresh in her mind, but Ochako felt a wave of confidence. She trotted into the room and lifted her hand, waving with a big smile as she walked to the stairs.
“Hi, Deku! Hey, Katsuki-kun.”
The look on his face as his first name rolled off her lips with such fluidity was priceless. He stood, shell-shocked with wide eyes, his jaw open mid-scream, and his voice dying off into a low croak.
She was sure she wasn’t imagining the red that flushed across his cheeks.
“O-Oi,” he growled, his voice low and gravely from all the shouting he did. It was dangerously attractive. “Wha-who the fuck gave you permission to use my first name, Round Face!?” Bakugou snapped at her, his eyes white with embarrassment and rage.
Ochako scratched her cheek.
Technically he did, but it’s not like she could tell him that. “I just wanted to try it out!” Ochako covered quickly, rolling her eyes to glance at a spot on the ceiling. “You don’t mind, do you, Katsuki-kun?”
It wasn’t a fluke. The sound of his name made his cheeks flame.
“O-of course I mind!!” He barked, sputtering. “That’s my name! You can’t use it unless I tell you so!”
Ochako pressed her fingers together and hummed. “Okay, then,” she conceded. “Guess I’ll just have to earn it then!”
She pumped her fists as if getting ready for a fight.
The gears in Bakugou’s head were physically turning cog for cog as he processed her declaration. “What?” He choked. “Oi! What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” He shouted after her to no avail.
Ochako skipped herself over to the elevators and waved at him. “See you, Katsuki!”
The elevator doors closed behind her and Ochako rode the elevator up to the forth floor. She closed her eyes, thinking of her experience with her future and the reality she returned to.
Ten years from now…
In ten years, she was going to be a successful pro hero, married to her high school classmate, and with a beautiful young child.
Bakugou refused to tell her how they got together and into that happy state they were in, but now she was more than happy to discover the road herself.