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Uraraka took in his face. He was mad.
Well, that was an understatement when it involved Bakugo Katsuki. But she knew this time she royally fucked up.
Deku had dared her, honestly. Although if she mentioned that to the explosive boy in front of her, he might get angrier than he was now. Deku always seemed to push that button.
Deku had asked her if she ever used her quirk for daily chores, now that she got better control of it. And she had. Whenever she was alone, she sometimes picked up her mess with a simple use of her quirk, but it wasn’t something she wanted to make a habit out of.
But Deku was curious if she could lift all the leftover dishes from where they were sitting to the kitchen. Uraraka had initially rejected the thought until Todoroki mentioned giving her 1000 yen for the bet. That could definitely go to her mochi expenses.
With a crowd of Iida, Tsuyu, Todoroki, and Deku; the anti-gravity chick started touching all the plates and bowls on the table. One by one, she touched them, until finally lifting everything above their heads.
It was going well. Too well, one might add.
Almost getting to the kitchen, the dinnerware just happily floated along as Deku started taking notes on his phone about her quirk. Tsuyu was cheering her on, and Todoroki was counting the coins he had to give her when a certain redhead yelled.
“Baku-bro watch”- crash- “out,” Kirishima exclaimed as the blonde hit one of the bowls (Todoroki’s to be exact because there was still some cold soba in it) and having it all fall over him. The extra soy sauce caused him to slip and land on his butt, which immediately made Uraraka release the plates and run over to him.
She was just getting him to like her. That was also an understatement. Bakugo was only being a bit nicer with his special nicknames . He had gone from calling her “Round Face” to “Cheeks” which Uraraka would take any day over.
“ROUND FACE!”
There goes that achievement.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” He exclaimed as the noodles sat almost perfectly between his hair. His crimson eyes were practically on fire as Uraraka tried cleaning up the mess around him.
“I’m so sorry, Bakugo, truly honestly.” She said trying to get him up. She stuck her hand out, but all he did was grunt at her and got himself up. He was very much mad.
“Hey, it’s no biggie, Uraraka! Come on, Baku-bro.” Kirishima said pulling the blonde away before he started yelling which seems like what he was going to do. Bakugo turned on his heel and left.
Deku ran to her side to help. “I’m sorry Uraraka! I didn’t think he would just abruptly come in and just walked into it...but if it makes you feel better you were really good at handling your quirk.” He sheepishly smiled.
The brunette sighed but smiled back at her classmate. Shortly, she was joined by Iida, who decided he wasn’t going to mention anything to Aizawa-sensei; Tsuyu, helping her pick the broken pieces of the other plates and bowls Bakugo DID NOT walk into; and Todoroki, who pulled out 2000 yen instead to give to her for making him laugh (although no one seemed to have heard him).
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Bakugo was definitely not in the mood. He wasn’t most of the time, but as of recently, he wasn’t having it.
Pinky had decided to pester him all day, All Day, about finding his one true love. This was something Pinky liked to do every day, but today she solely focused on him.
She threw notes at him. Partnered with him in Gym to ask questions. Almost walked into the boy’s shower room with the squad from how intense she was trying to get an answer out of him. He wasn’t going to succumb to her curiosity. He was not having it.
That was until she mentioned a certain space girl at lunch. Lightning Twerp had noticed it first. The way he flinched at Pinky’s exclaim of “how a cutie-patootie Urara-cutie was.” This caused a chain reaction, from Twerp excitedly pointing at him to Soy Sauce Face taping his ass to the chair before he had a chance to leave to Shitty Hair patting his back reassuringly about how it is normal to have a crush on the nicest girl in class to Pinky’s final victory speech.
The squad didn’t realize he was not having it. Until he burnt the tape off him and marched away. Then they realize he really wasn’t having it.
This is why Bakugo was extra mad when the girl who’s been clouding his mind was the one responsible for the disaster that occurred to him that evening. Kirishima had tried to calm him down but truly he wasn’t so angry at Cheeks. If he had her quirk, which he’s glad he doesn’t, he would’ve done the same.
It was more like the mere embarrassment of having Half-and-Half’s fucking noodles on him and having fallen too, that made him hella pissed. He had a persona to keep up, not for his own sake, but so that others don’t bother him.
And she had gotten really close. She’s been closer before in gym but he wasn’t wearing noodles and this wasn’t something he wanted her to see. So he reacted as best as a Bakugo could and left with Kirishima.
Now after a warm shower (again), he was finally in bed. Finally, he could relax and forget about today’s event. It wasn’t even important. He had to keep telling himself that. Being embarrassed in front of one of his prettier classmate was not important.
Not important. Not important. Knock. Not important. Knock. There it was again?
The teen shot up from his bed and stared at his door. Another knock came and he realized that maybe there was somebody genuinely knocking on his door- at what hour? He looked at his bedside clock and saw that it was 11. 11!- at 11 p.m., way past his sleep time.
He grunted a response and dragged himself towards the door. He swore that if it was one of his doofus friends, he would punch them. They should know better than to bother him this late at night even if he wasn’t asleep.
Bakugo swung the door opened to see the small brunette holding out a pre-package spicy ramen cup. He stared at her, his mouth slightly ajar, at the scene in front of him.
“What the fuck are you doing, Round Face?” He said crossing his arms. Real smooth, Bakugo. The brunette looked up to him, her big brown eyes just sadly staring at him. Okay, maybe he should’ve been a little nicer, but how else would he have reacted to the scenario.
“I’m really sorry, Bakugo. Again. I thought I could make it up to you with this.” She gestured at the package in her hand.
“Do you know how unhealthy that is?” Shut up!
“I didn’t know what else to get. I just know you like spicy food. Thought maybe you would want some spicy ramen.” Uraraka spoke, reaching the package out.
Bakugo grabbed it and just stared at it. “I doubt I’ll eat it, but thanks I guess.”
“So we’re good?”
“Yeah, I guess, Round Face.”
Her cheeks puffed up. “Can you not call me that?” Bakugo stared at her again. “It’s not even true.”
“It’s not true that you have a Round Face?”
“Yeah. My doctor just says it’s baby fat, it’ll go away eventually, but that doesn’t mean I have a round face.” Uraraka said puffing her cheeks out even more than before. Bakugo really started calling her Round Face to fuck with her, but in reality, he liked how soft her features looked. It just gave it that extra edge when you knew Uraraka could fuck you up if she really tried with a face like that.
“Doubt it will, Cheeks. They make you look cute.” … fuck.
Uraraka’s face reddened. Her natural blush went three shades darker and Bakugo Katsuki knew he let that thought slip by, something he wish he could take back. Her body was frozen and her brown eyes widened staring at the young hero. She turned on her heel about to walk away. “Goodnight. I think I’m hallucinating a compliment from you.” She said about to take her first step.
Bakugo grabbed her wrist. “Hey, hey, hey. I can be nice, don’t just fucking leave, god.” Bakugo grimaced, still holding onto her. This was a sign of weakness. Bakugo was not weak. But even earlier tonight, he knew that the brunette had a weird hold on him that he has yet to actually explore more.
“Bakugo why?
“You make me mad.”
Her features soften from their nervous state and questioned him. “Mad?”
“Not like angry. You just make me … I don’t know… question how I talk to you. It makes me mad.” He mumbled not being to look her in the eyes.
“You get nervous around me?” Urarake spoke, something in her eyes glistening at the thought.
“No. I don’t get nervous, Cheeks. You just do something weird to me.”
“Bakugo, don’t get mad I asked, but do you like me?” Bakugo’s heart lightly exploded, not due to his quirk but at the scene, he was just experiencing. He was still holding on to her wrist, and maybe he was imagining it, but her pulse was all over the place. They were standing outside of his dorm and they were too close for his liking. If Kirishima walked out next door, he would never hear the end of it from Pinky.
Without thought (no brain cells actually processed), Bakugo quickly pulled her into his room and closed the door. He let out a sigh of relief he had been holding in and turned to look at a once again frozen Uraraka. “I don’t know, Uraraka,”- he ran a hand through his hair and slightly tugged it- “You’re always on my mind. It’s obnoxious at this point. I don’t know if I want to fight you or just… hold you?”
Uraraka stared at him. Really peered into his eyes trying to decipher something out of them. He noticed tiny specks of hazel in her eyes. God . He was literally so mesmerized by her that he didn’t realize she grabbed his hand and firmly squeezed it. “Bakugo, is this your best attempt at a confession?” -she smiled- “Cause if it is, I really do appreciate it.”
“Yeah, I guess.” He looked away from her, because if this was truly the way he confessed then he wanted this to be over.
“Well, that’s okay! Honestly, Bakugo, I thought I messed up real bad,” Uraraka mentioned to him. “You were finally being nicer to me and then that incident happened and you called me Round Face again, and you looked very angry and I really wanted to make it up to you, so I brought you this ramen, and truly, I think I am imagining this right now. Because you, Bakugo Katsuki, are telling me that you might possibly have a crush on me… which is literally so peculiar. You don’t really seem like the type to get crushes especially on someone who caused you to fall earlier,” Uraraka rambled as she played with his hand not wanting to look up at him.
Bakugo did have a tiny idea of what a real confession look liked and if any of his friends were here he knew they would be yelling at him to do something from one of the many movies they’ve watched together. What could he have done? These types of moments didn’t present themselves often, but his brain was malfunctioning. He wished he could have been battling or training, it was definitely much easier to come up with a strategy then.
He pondered more on the thought and just looked at Uraraka still ranting and just decided to go on a whim. He pulled her in close and did something he’s been longing to do for a while now. He held her.
The hug was soft and immediately shut Uraraka as she took the moment in. Oh, she was soft. This was one of the ways he knew that the feeling inside him was a crush like she had mentioned and he really didn’t mind it now. This exact emotion wasn’t one that he wanted to let go of.
“You’re very soft.”
“Yes, I know,” she said, “so are you.”
Bakugo let out a low chuckle. God, he did not know what he was going to do with her. “Do you want to go make this ramen with right now?” He said, pulling her away to look at her.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to eat it?”
“Well yeah, but I just want to do something before I decide to just hold you for another fifteen minutes, so maybe I will.”
Now it was Uraraka’s turn to let out a light laugh. “Bakugo is a big softie! Who would’ve thought?” She smiled letting go of him completely and grabbing the ramen cup that was left on the bed. Bakugo smiled at her as she opened the door.
“I gotta tell the class!”
Bakugo glared in a nice way. “You better not?”
“Well, you better catch me then!” Uraraka laughed as she tapped herself and started floating towards the elevators.
Okay so maybe having noodles on him wasn’t such a bad thing after all, even if they were Half and Half's. Bakugo was just glad he could chase Cheeks down the hall without having to think about it much. He was happy.
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“How did you burn the water?”