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Mornings were made bearable by one thing only. As romantic as it would be to say Bakugou, he was unfortunately not it. And despite her name meaning tea child, Uraraka Ochako much preferred the bitter taste of coffee to start her mornings.
Mondays- Running late and Instant Coffees
Save for the few people with their life completely together, there is the universal agreement that Mondays are the worst. After hero work over the weekend, waking up early is entirely out of the question. Sleeping until the last possible minute means that an instant coffee is in order. Uraraka drags herself out of bed, and starts the coffee pot she keeps in her room. She sits groggily at her desk, waiting for the coffee maker to finish. Feeling much more human after her first cup, Uraraka looks at the time and realizes that she is late. Rushing to get dressed, scrambling to get her backpack together, and finding her shoes were her top priorities. Then Uraraka would throw the door open, and run face first into the solid chest of none other than Bakugou Katsuki.
“Oi Cheeks,” he’d shout, dropping the paper cup of coffee he was holding.
“Bakugou?” she’d look up and see the scowl forming across his brows.
“You made me drop your coffee,” He’d grumble, “I know how your Mondays are so I figured a decent coffee would help but guess not.”
“Aw that’s so sweet Bakugou!” she would gush “But at least I’ve already had one coffee this morning.”
“Alright then. Let’s get to class,” Bakugou would sigh and shake his head.
“Oh! We’re going to be late! Bakugou, why did you wait for me?” she would groan, starting towards the stairs.
“Hey slow down Cheeks!” he would call after her, watching her disappear around the corner and into the stairway.
Tuesdays- Early morning training with Bakugou
Four in the morning always came far too quickly for Uraraka. Her alarm clock would go off and jolt her out of her sleep.
“I hate Tuesdays and I hate Bakugou Katsuki,” she sighs. Sitting up slowly, she knows that he would barge in to her room and drag her to the gym. Swinging her legs out of bed and taking off her mittens, Uraraka quickly dresses in leggings and a hoodie. Knowing Bakugou would be there any minute, Uraraka quietly laments the lack of caffeine so early. Her phone lights up and picking it up, she sees the text from Bakugou.
“Ready to go?” followed by a soft knock at her door. She adjusts her tennis shoes and opens the door. Bakugou stands there, dressed in a plain t shirt and shorts with leggings layered underneath them. He has his hair pushed back with a headband and a towel draped around his neck.
“We’re going on a run and then sparring if we have the time, alright?” he says.
“A run! Bakugou,” she groans, “its so early though.”
“Quit complaining! You said you wanted to train with me so this is what we’re doing!” he huffed and turned his back on her. She sighed and followed him to the stairway.
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“Bakugou, how many more laps?” she pants, trying to match his long strides.
“Two more.”
“Can’t we just stop? I haven’t had any coffee this morning,” she pouts.
“With your slow ass pace we won’t even have time to spar Cheeks. Quit your whining.”
“Well maybe if I had time to have some coffee-”
‘That shitty package that you buy is hardly coffee. I don’t know how you can even drink that.”
“Hmph. It provides me the caffeine I need at the low low cost I desire. Plus you can’t taste it after you add some sugar,” she crosses her arms over her chest.
“Some is an understatement with the six packets of sugar you add to your coffee,” he teases. She pouts and looks away from him. “C’mon don’t pout,” he adds, still a few steps ahead of her. Ignoring him, she tries to pick up her pace to get ahead of him to prove her anger.
“Oh is this a competition now? You think you can beat me Cheeks?” Bakugou laughs. Uraraka furrows her eyebrows, getting ready to get ahead of him. “Why don’t we make this a race back to the dorm huh?”
“Deal.”
“Okay, on the count of three. One…”
“You’re still ahead of me! That’s not fair!” Uraraka says. Bakugou stops and waits for her.
“One…” he starts.
“Two,” Uraraka counts.
“Three!” they shout, setting off towards the school.
Wednesday - A Slow Morning for the middle of the week
After an exhausting beginning of the week, Uraraka always passed out at a time that rivalled Bakugou’s early bedtime. She wakes up early the next morning, even before the earliest of her alarms. Sitting in her bed, Uraraka looks around slowly, feeling well rested. Not ready to get out of bed yet, she grabs her phone and flicks through her notifications. She would slip out of bed slowly, swinging her legs out from under the warm blankets and prep herself a mug of coffee. Not feeling the usual rush of her late mornings, Uraraka shuffles around her room slowly and grabs her things from their scattered places. The coffee would finish and picking her phone from off her bed, she settles herself against the ledge of her window. Nursing a cup of coffee in her other hand, Uraraka basks in the slowly rising sun without any rush. The flash of blonde and red hair from down below prompts her to set her phone down and watch as Bakugou and Kirishima followed whatever brutal regime the blonde had planned. Giggling and sneaking a quick photo of the two on her phone, she takes an artsy photo of her coffee and rising sun to send to her friends.
“I cant believe youre actually up early!” Mina replies back over a selfie.
“Glad to see your up early. Was worried after you didn’t say anything last night,” Asui texts her.
“Good morning angel face,” Bakugou responds. No matter how many times he called her that, Uraraka would still blush. “Come down to the kitchen for breakfast,” he follows up. Going back to her room, Uraraka would get dressed and grab her backpack. Slipping on her shoes, she would open the door and head for breakfast.
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“Coffee?” Kirishima would offer as Uraraka entered the kitchen.
“Do you even need to ask?” Uraraka chirps back, accepting the warm mug from his outstretched arms. It’s decorated with a heart in the middle. Then Bakugou has breakfast ready for the three of them. The trio eats together, chatting about classes, the happenings around the school and their hero work.
“You feeling okay?” Bakugou questions, pointing his fork at Uraraka.
“I feel really good today actually!” Uraraka says back, smiling brightly.
“You haven’t touched your coffee though,” Kirishima peeks over the rim of her cup.
“Well I woke up early today. And I’ve been focused on catching up with you two,” she shrugs, looking at the coffee, “I guess I just need the one today.”
“Just try it. Trust me,” Bakugou pushes. Bringing the cup to her lips, Uraraka takes a drink. She smiles widely, humming at the sweet taste.
“It’s good. Like really good,” she says before taking another sip.
“Of course it is. Anything is better than that cheap ass stuff you keep in your room,” he argues.
“Bakugou acts like he didn’t use some of his fancy cof-” Kirishima starts before being interrupted by a punch to the stomach.
“Shut up Shitty Hair!” he barks. Uraraka laughs as they start to fight, finishing her fancy coffee.
Thursday- Waking in the Common Room
“Uraraka? Are you okay?” The nudge against her shoulder woke Uraraka up. Blinking blearily, she sat up and rubbed her eyes. Looking up to see Iida standing over her, she’d take a second to collect her bearings. “It’s not good to stay up late studying you know,” he would reprimand.
“My bad Iida,” she yawns back, stretching her arms up and rolling her neck. “I thought it would be better to study down here, rather than up in my room.”
“Well. That’s a good point. Be more careful to not fall asleep down here Uraraka. It’s not good to sleep in such an uncomfortable position,” he’d continue. Turning back to the paper at the table in front of her, she’d shuffle them into a messy stack. Trying to shake the sleepiness from her mind, Uraraka heads towards the kitchen and starts the kitchen’s coffee maker. Walking back to her bag and the table she put her things away and looked out the window at the campus. People are already starting to head to their classes or to the cafeteria for breakfast. Taking her things to the kitchen, Uraraka stands by the coffee pot, getting a cup for herself. She greets her classmates as they come in, each with various stages of consciousness. She pours everyone their cups of coffee, chatting with them as they wake up. Standing with her own cup, she sighs happily, glad to be able to see everyone laughing together before class starts for the day.
Friday- Class Breakfast
Uraraka drags herself down the stairs toward the noisy kitchen. Crossing the threshold, the kitchen is alive with activity. Somehow, everyone in the class had agreed that group breakfast would be fun. So, the third Friday of the month became class breakfast. Everyone would manage to wake up early for the communal meal that took place.
“Good morning Uraraka!” the girls would call from their place at the hightop. She weakly raises her arm at them before trudging her way towards the coffee pot.
“Uraraka you’re like a zombie!” Hagakure chirps, watching her pour coffee and stand in the middle of the kitchen. Sato stands watching over the oven making a variety of sweets- everything from pancakes to french toast to cinnamon rolls. Kirishima and Todoroki had already started things like bacon and eggs. Bakugou stands watching angrily over Kirishima’s stood before inevitably get frustrated with and taking over.
“Uraraka please take a seat you’re blocking the way!” Iida directs, pushing her towards the countertop with the girls. Smiling sun shinily at him, she makes her way towards the girls and plops down next to Mina. As soon as she’s finished her first cup, Izuku comes by armed with the coffee pot and fills her cup up again. She thanks Izuku and shortly, the breakfast is ready. The counters are full of plates piled high with food. Everyone fills their plates and looks for a place to sit. The pot of coffee is passed through the various groups. With the food in front of them, there’s hardly any noise except for the sounds of eating throughout the lounge. In the moment, the worries of their world melt away, leaving only the delicious taste of coffee to prepare them for the rest of the day.