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“Doncha ever wanna do something bad, Ochako-chan?” Toga leaned in with a giggle, cat-like eyes scrunching with fiendish delight.
“No,” Uraraka frowned, her brow furrowing as she considered her girlfriend of only one week. “Why would I want to do something like that?”
“Tsk.” Toga let her head sag to her shoulder, looking a bit like a doll with a broken neck. “I don’t mean bad bad. Not like killing. Nothing that fun.” A shiver crept across Uraraka’s skin. While she had agreed — foolishly— to date Toga, she still wasn’t on board with villainy, and reminders that Toga was, for all intents and purposes, a serial killer did not escape her mind for too long.
“What do you mean then?” As much as Uraraka hated to admit it, her interest was piqued. And really, it was a harmless question. Asking didn’t mean she was actually going to do anything “bad.”
“Mmm,” Toga hummed, licking her teeth as she thought. “Theft? Trespassing? Vandalism? I mean, really anything!” A face-splitting grin light up Toga’s face as she nuzzled at Uraraka’s cheek. “Whadya say, Occhan? Wanna be bad?”
Uraraka didn’t want to be bad. Really, she didn’t. But… wasn’t youth a time for dumb mistakes and living a bit too much? She’d heard that before somewhere, right? Maybe she was just thinking about how Deku and Bakugou had gotten into a late-night fight that one time. That was reckless, and they came out fine from it. Couldn’t she be a little reckless too?
“If—” Uraraka swallowed, not unaware that Toga had gone stiff with anticipation. “If I wanted to do something like that, which I don’t, but if I did, were you thinking we’d do it together?” Toga inhaled deeply, crawling onto Uraraka’s lap like a cat.
“I was just asking,” Toga giggled, nosing at Uraraka’s neck as if she might bite at any moment. “But it sounds like you want to, and in that case, yes. I’d love to commit crimes with you!”
Uraraka’s stomach dropped, her veins flooding with ice. She had walked into that trap willingly, and worse, she didn’t fully hate herself for doing it.
“No stealing, though,” Uraraka implored. Knowing Toga, it was already a bit late for setting ground rules, but it was better now than never.
“Oh, really?” Toga fixed Uraraka with an inquisitive stare. The look didn’t hold judgment, but something akin to confusion or disbelief swam in Toga’s amber irises—something that made Uraraka feel bare and vulnerable. Thankfully, Toga shrugged and dropped the issue. She didn’t need to know that Uraraka’s pride—and guilt from past almost-crimes —was the real reason for the rule. Maybe someday, Uraraka would explain her complex relationship with having grown up in need to Toga. Just not today. Not when Uraraka was already on edge.
“Well, if you get to make rules,” Toga tutted, “I get to make some too.” She squirmed around in Uraraka’s lap until she was straddling the other girl, their faces inches apart. “You have to break at least one law, and you have to know for a fact that you broke it. Like if we go somewhere, there has to be a ‘No Trespassing’ sign or something. Otherwise, it doesn’t count.”
What kind of rule was that? Uraraka already had regrets. However, she couldn’t bring herself to back out. There was something thrilling about contemplating petty crimes. There shouldn’t have been, but there was.
“I’ll make it easy for ya,” Toga hummed before kissing Uraraka’s forehead and rising, her hand extended in offer. “Just follow my lead.”
Following Toga’s lead was probably the last thing Uraraka should have done, but the hero-in-training couldn’t deny that being a little bad was a little too fun. Even the anxious buzzing in Uraraka’s blood couldn’t harsh the rush of traipsing after Toga as they knowingly trespassed into a private park that had—as Toga put it—a totally awesome tree that they needed to check out. Uraraka didn’t know what was so great about this tree, and if anything, the thought of trespassing to see a tree made the whole ordeal feel far less criminal.
Tugged along by the hand, Uraraka trailed Toga, unable to stop herself from scanning their surroundings with fervor. Maybe what they were up to was wrong, but that didn’t mean that Uraraka’s hero training had gone out the window with her better judgment. She wasn’t that far gone.
“Here,” Toga gushed, pulling them to a stop in front of a massive oak that sat in the furthest corner of the park, its branches so big that they spilled over the surrounding fencing. “Come ‘ere.” The girls circled the tree, understanding dawning on Uraraka when she saw noticed the carvings littering its trunk.
“You do it,” Toga hummed, twirling the knife she’d produced from thin air between her fingers before flipping it handle out to Uraraka. Relief flooded Uraraka. This wasn’t so bad. With a determined nod, she accepted the knife and began to carve an inscription into the trunk of the tree, amidst the many that had come before.
After a decent amount of time spent hacking at the poor tree, Uraraka leaned back to admire her work, glancing over at Toga to get her reaction.
“Whadya think?” Uraraka murmured, handing the knife back to Toga.
“I think I love you, Ochako-chan,” Toga squealed, a heated blush painting her face from ear-to-ear. Abandoning her knife, Toga lept into Uraraka’s ready arms, wrapping her legs around the other and peppering her with excited kisses.
Crudely cut into the tree, Uraraka’s inscription was wreath in a lopsided heart. It's my life. If I'm gonna waste it, gonna waste it on you. Beneath the sentiment, a sloppy TH + UO became the only public announcement of their relationship, and for them, that was more than enough.
“Trespassing and vandalism,” Toga giggled against Uraraka’s lips, “And here I thought you’d back out.”
“Shut up,” Uraraka laughed, chasing Toga’s lips and stealing a kiss. Maybe, a little crime wasn’t so bad.