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Uraraka pushes the door open with a loud grunt, her eyes wide with determination, and her nostrils flaring in anger as she stomps to the common room of Heights Alliance with her hair on fire.
This was the day she decided to HELL with Katsuki Bakugou.
He is going to get a piece of her mind, whether he likes it or not! No one makes a fool out of Ochako Uraraka and gets away with it.
She stops moving when she reaches the common room, her amber gaze narrowing when she finds the blond lying out on one of the olive green couches with his arms folded behind his head. His eyes are closed, head tilted back with occasional bobs as he lets the music carry him to a place of peace. His homework is laid out on the coffee table, completed and neatly organized atop his notebook, as if he wants people to see his excellence. The bastard.
Ochako halts in front of Bakugou and rips one of his earbuds out of his ears, causing the blond to open his eyes and sit up abruptly with a growl.
"Oi! What the fu—"
"What the hell is your problem?!"
Bakugou's gaze falls on the brunette with a scowl and burning crimson eyes. "No. What the hell is your problem?!"
"My problem is YOU!" she screams before crossing her arms, looking away as her face reddens in frustration. "My problem is that you are a complete and utter ASSHOLE!!"
Bakugou stands up, towering over her petite frame thanks to his recent growth spurt. The jerk always thought he could use his height to intimidate people into backing down, but it isn't going to work this time. She's been ready all day for this fight. Ochako watches him step forward, crowding into her personal space as if he belonged there, with an aura of clove and cinnamon. It overwhelms her senses, prickling against her skin like sparks of fire, but she ignores it—straightening her spine and throwing her chin up to look him in the eye.
"Who the FUCK do you think you're talking to, Cheeks?!" he growls in warning as he slants his head to look at her, eyes wild with a threat of violence.
"Talking to the ASSHOLE that left me high and dry during training!" Her hands close into fists at her sides, her cheeks burning as her stomach begins to flip with the heat of her emotions.
To anyone else, probably, it isn't that big of a deal. For Ochako, however, it meant so much more than she even realized...
Because up until this point, Bakugou and Uraraka had found themselves as training partners in everything.
During a training exercise their second year—he had pointed at her, said, "be my partner," and before she could give him a solid answer, dragged her off to a corner to spar. It's been like that ever since. She can't explain it...she really can't, but something about the look he gives her right before a session thrills her beyond anything she's ever felt before. The kind of thrill that made her anxious to peek at him and elicit a sigh of relief when she'd catch him already looking at her with a silent nod of understanding right before Aizawa's "You may choose your partners now." He was a dick and always moved at a fast pace, but it was never so bad that she couldn't keep up. As explosive as he was, he was surprisingly patient with her, and they discovered that their quirks were highly compatible.
And he took her seriously; he had always done so since the Sports Festival their first year, but it made it all the more satisfying that the treatment persisted even after the fact. He treated her like an equal.
By their third year, they had a stack of moves between them that they had created together, and it made her almost anxious for graduation in hopes that she'd get a chance to work with him in the field so they could show off their combo attacks!
So, color her confused as fuck when, during Monday’s joint training drill with Class 3B, Katsuki opted to partner with someone else.
And it hurt.
The blond gives her a once-over before he scoffs and turns his face away. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about."
"I'm talking about how you blew me off to team with Setsuna!" She hates how angry she sounds and how the hurt layers on the tremors of her voice. But she can't help it. The change came out of nowhere, unprompted, and left her in a state of bewilderment that distracted her throughout the entire exercise. She remembers how stupid she felt, staring after the blond as he grumbled in agreement to whatever Tokage had excitedly proposed to him.
"Tch, I can train with other people, Cheeks," Katsuki says dismissively before he starts putting his coursework away. "Don't go running around here, laying claims on me and shit."
The statement made the blush already staining her cheeks darken. "What?! I'm...I'm no—"
"Just get over it!!" he screams, and it causes her to flinch. He notices, and his eyes soften for a moment before he sighs. "... can't be with me all the time."
Ochako's lip quivers, and she looks away. It wasn't just about the fact that he trained with someone else, and more that she overheard Kirishima ask him why he didn't partner with her, and he just…
"Tch, fuck off, Shitty Hair! I'm not her fucking babysitter!! She can leave me alone and train with someone else."
"If you don't want to train with me anymore, then say it to my face next time," she spits, ramming her shoulder into his on her way past him.
Katsuki snags her wrist and spins her back around with a snarl. “Wait a minute!”
Ochako trips on his school bag and collides with him, grabbing a fistful of his shirt on her way down.
He grunts as he lands on top of her, his lips pressing over hers in a close-mouthed kiss. They freeze, Katsuki's hands on either side of her head, and Ochako's hand bunched around his open collar. Their lips are stiff and unyielding, their bodies tense as they stare at each other with expressions of shock.
When they hear the incoming voices of their peers, Katsuki pops up to his feet, with his face and ears burning a deep shade of carmine. Ochako's body flushes as she looks at the ceiling, not daring to meet his gaze.
Did they really just…kiss?
He leaves his stuff where it lies and makes a beeline for the elevator. She covers her face with her hands and screams when she's sure he's gone, unsure what to say or what she should do now.