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Ochako should’ve known something was wrong when she heard a knock at the door just before midnight on a Sunday. She probably should’ve run for the hills when she opened the door and saw Bakugou, Deku, and Todoroki all standing on the other side with uncharacteristically grim looks on their faces. But she was training to be a hero, and heroes don’t run from danger. Even if she really wanted to.
As much as she loves those three, Aizawa-sensei had nicknamed them “The Trouble Trio” for a reason. And while Ochako always loved hearing about their shenanigans, she wasn’t sure she actually wanted to take part in them. But instead of activating her Quirk and hurling herself out the window, she instead stepped aside to let the three boys into her room.
As Bakugou claimed her desk chair, Deku hopped onto her bed, and Todoroki settled on the floor, Ochako inhaled and exhaled slowly and shut her door as quietly as she could. “Now, not that I’m not happy to see you three,” Ochako chirped as she turned to face them, “but y’all look like somebody just died and it’s kind of freaking me out!”
The three boys exchanged a silent look, and Ochako felt her heart drop to her stomach. “Wait, are you serious?? No one’s dead right?!”
At the sound of her panicked voice, Deku snapped out of the staring contest he was having with the other two and turned to face her with wide eyes, shaking his head so vigorously that his curls bounced. “NO! No, Uraraka, no one’s dead!” Deku exclaimed.
“Well, someone might be by the end of this,” Bakugou grumbled, and Ochako turned her gaze to the blonde just as he got hit in the face by a pillow from Deku.
“OI!” the blonde yelled, and it was only the vigorous shushing noises from the other three that managed to calm Bakugou down enough to not explode her good pillow and to remember that it was technically past curfew and they shouldn’t be in her room let alone that loud.
“Well, if no one’s dead, then why’re you three here?” Ochako asked, leaning back against her door.
“Well…” Deku trailed off into a mutterstorm that Ochako would have had no way of following on a good day let alone this late at night. Turning to Bakugou, Ochako turned on the puppy dog eyes as she implored the blonde to translate for his rival, to which he responded by rolling his eyes and flipping her off.
Rude! She stuck her tongue out at him and returned the gesture.
“I need a favor,” Todoroki’s voice cut through the room like a knife, and Ochako startled at the sound. She had almost forgotten the two-tone boy’s presence.
“Uh, okay? You know I’m always willing to help you, Todoroki-kun,” Ochako smiled confusedly at him. “Is there something specific? Or can we talk about it tomorrow--”
“No,” the fire and ice user cut her off. “We have to talk about it tonight. I have to ask-- ask you tonight in case you say no…”
A frown tugging at her lips, Ochako moved away from her door to take a seat on the floor across from Todoroki. “Okay…? So what is it then?”
Todoroki sighed heavily, scrubbing a hand over his scar. “You know that tomorrow starts a week-long vacation for UA, right? And you weren’t planning on going home?”
Ochako nodded slowly. “Yeah, my parents are visiting my aunt and uncle so I was just going to spend the week here.”
Todoroki nodded, staring down at his hands. “And you know my father scheduled a trip for my family as “bonding”, right?”
Ochako nodded once more and leaned back on her hands. “Yes, Todoroki-kun, I remember you mentioning that. But I’m not really sure wha--”
“I hate him,” Todoroki blurted out in his customary blunt manner, and Ochako’s hands almost slipped out behind her in surprise.
“What?”
“Well, hate might be a strong word to use!” Deku piped up from her bed and Bakugou scoffed.
“It’s also the right word to use, Dipshit,” he grumbled, and Uraraka heard a muffled thump and offended growl as Deku’s aim stayed true and he launched her second pillow directly into Bakugou’s face.
“I hate him, and so to avoid going on this trip I told him that I wasn’t available because I was going to spend time with my partner,” Todoroki continued, and Ochako felt her stomach start to twist like she had overused her Quirk.
“O-oh?” she stuttered and felt her cheeks flush as Bakugou snickered behind her.
“To which he replied, ‘Bring your girlfriend along, Shouto. I need to see her for myself to make sure she is worthy of my masterpiece’.”
Ochako felt a cold sweat prickle on the back of her neck. “Todoroki-kun, you can’t be…”
Todoroki finally looked up from his hands, his heterochromatic eyes locking with her own. “Uraraka, would you please pretend to be my girlfriend for the week?”
“Wh-WHAT? Todoroki-kun, this is insane!” Ochako exclaimed. “I can’t actively lie to your family, and your father who just so happens to be the Number One Hero even if you hate him, for an entire week, let alone pay for a trip on such short notice-”
“I’ll pay for everything,” Todoroki cut her off. “Travel expenses, clothing, food, whatever you want. We’re staying at a resort in Okinawa and they have some of the best restaurants you’ll have ever tasted. Please, Uraraka.”
Ochako’s protests stopped dead. She tilted her head to the side as she ran her fingers through her hair, deep in thought. “Anything, Todoroki-kun?”
“Yes, anything. If you want new clothes, I will go shopping with you. If you want to rent a car, we can do that too. If you want to train, I’ll rent out an entire gym. I have my father’s card, and it doesn’t have a limit,” the two-toned boy pressed his advantage, watching Uraraka consider his offer with bated breath.
“Well, I mean, it is a tall order...” Uraraka hummed. “And I’m not even sure we can convince your family we’re really dating...”
“And not just for the money,” Bakugou muttered in an aside. “God, this sounds like a shitty fanfic.” Before he knew it, he was hit in the face with a third Quirk charged pillow by the green-haired boy on her bed. “OI! YOU BETTER FUCKING STOP, DEKU!”
“Shut up, Kacchan!”
“I’m not worried,” Todoroki was quick to assure her, rolling past their two friends squabbling like idiots behind him. “My father will be more interested in your Quirk and how it might potentially fuse with my own if we ever had kids than your reasons for dating me. Fuyumi already likes you and Natsuo would actively help us if I let him know we were doing this to get back at my father.”
Uraraka’s humming stopped abruptly as she looked back at Todoroki with something akin to horror in her eyes. “Oh...well, I can see why we hate him.”
“FUCKING SEE, DEKU! I TOLD YOU, YOU ASSHOLE! WE ALL HATE HIM!” Bakugou’s scream was muffled as Deku was actively trying to smother him and keep him quiet with the pillows he’d thrown.
“I told you before, Kacchan, you need to stay quiet! The last thing we need is Aizawa-sensei catching us out of our rooms after curfew! And we shouldn’t hate anyone, no matter how much they deserve it for being an actual dumpster fire of a human being!” Deku admonished the blonde boy before getting violently tossed off of him and scrambling toward the balcony.
“As I was saying…” Todoroki trailed off, bringing her attention back from the potential homicide happening on her balcony at the moment. “Would you please pretend to be my girlfriend for the week? I’ll do my best to make it fun so it won’t be too horrible. I promise.”
Uraraka smiled at Todoroki’s sincerity and nodded quickly. “Alright, Todoroki-kun; I’ll do it! I’ll be the best fake girlfriend ever, and we’ll totally convince your family we’re in love, you’ll see!”
At her words, Todoroki’s eyes softened from their intense gaze and his mouth twitched up at the corners. “Of that, I have no doubt, Uraraka. You won’t regret this.”
“And even if you do, you can just send the Dumpster Fire into space with your Quirk. Problem solved,” Bakugou growled as he dragged Deku back into the room by the back of his shirt.
Todoroki blinked once, twice, before turning to Bakugou with a wondering look on his face. “Is that an option?”
“NO!” Deku exclaimed, twisting his way out of Bakugou’s hold and dragging Todoroki to his feet. “Thanks so much, Uraraka! Todoroki really appreciates it! We’ll see you tomorrow morning at 8:00am!”
“Wait, we??” Ochako yelled at the trio. “You’re both going too?”
“You’re damn right we are, Cheeks,” Bakugou spun to face her as the door began to close. “You thought you were the only one going as Icy-Hot’s date? Deku and I are going as his fake boyfriends too.”
“W-WHAT?” Uraraka screeched as the door slipped shut and Bakugou’s laughter rang out in the hallway.
The noise citation she got from an annoyed Aizawa-sensei was honestly expected. The fact that she had to pretend to be in a loving polyamorous relationship with not only Todoroki, but with Bakugou and Deku as well was definitely not.
Uraraka sent a longing glance over to her balcony and shook her head. She totally should’ve jumped out the window earlier.