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The boys of Class A discovered a new favorite pastime: trapping Ochako against random walls with a kabedon and filming it to see what would happen.
There was no end to their amusement as she summarily pushed each guy (and some girls) away and into the ceiling every time. And because it never failed to give her the giggles she found she didn’t mind the antics.
Even Deku and Iida were bullied into making the attempt and they couldn’t get down for over an hour because every time Ochako thought she was done laughing, she would start back up again while watching the boys try to use their quirks to circumvent her own.
They were unsuccessful.
The only ones who hadn’t done it were Kirishima and Bakugou. Kirishima didn’t think it was manly to trap someone against the wall without warning or consent. Bakugou just… didn’t care. Which wasn’t unusual.
But it was only a matter of time. Bakugou was strong in so many areas of his life except when it was insinuated that he wasn’t the best. He took that very personally.
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The common area was reasonably populated for an early Sunday evening. Ochako was tucked into Mina’s side while they watched a couponing video that Ochako swore would finally convert her friend into trying it. Kirishima sat between Mina’s legs as she played with his hair, Bakugou was in the kitchen, and the rest of the Bakusquad sprawled on the couch.
When Denki and Sero started howling with laughter—which wouldn’t be out of the norm if this wasn’t such a particularly obnoxious volume—it interrupted the flow of what everyone else was doing. Except for Bakugou, who didn’t sound like he’d missed a beat.
“Denks, what is your problem?” Mina asked. “You sound like a mule.”
He turned on the television and then mirrored his phone’s contents onto it. Ochako rolled her eyes when she saw it was another kabedon video of her. This was apparently the Class B reel.
Denki wiped the corners of his eyes. “It just never gets old.”
Mina squeezed Ochako’s shoulders. “You never get tired of seeing your asses sent to the ceiling?”
Instead of answering, Denki pointed at Kirishima. “It’s your turn to do it!”
Kirishima shook his head, nuzzling his face against the inside of Mina’s thigh. “Off the market, man. I only kabedon my girl. Plus, I still think it isn’t manly.”
Sero flung an arm at the screen. “Just look how quick she’s gotten! People don’t even get a chance to cage her in anymore before they’re up, up, and away. We’re helping her stay sharp for villains. It’s practically a community service.”
“Your altruism knows no bounds,” Ochako deadpanned. It had become rote at this point, after all. There was no finesse. It couldn’t even be called kabedon anymore because all anyone did was try to rush her out of nowhere to try and pin her before she could send them flying. Nobody had succeeded thus far.
The hopes instilled in her by shoujo manga of being pinned against a wall by an antagonistic secret crush had disintegrated long ago. She didn’t even let her eyes wander to the kitchen where Bakugou was finishing his weekly meal prep.
Undeterred, Denki flung himself over the back of the couch to whine at Bakugou. “Then, for the good of the collective, our fearless leader must do it.”
Not looking up, Bakugou growled, “Who the fuck would want to lead you fucking extras? Keep yapping and I’ll kill you.” Apparently, he had been listening.
“Aw, come on, Baku-bro. Show us how it’s done,” Sero said, chiming in. “You could be the one to make our dreams a reality.”
Denki gasped, theatrically gripping his shirt at his chest. “Sero, my boy, I think you’ve cracked the case. Our dear Bakugou doesn’t think he can do it!”
The shuffling in the kitchen halted abruptly. “Hah?”
“Yes.” Denki nodded to himself and Sero. “Our leader doesn’t know how to kabedon and, as such, will not let himself be ridiculed for a poor performance, let alone by one of his fellow Big 3 classmates. Oh, I should have known—”
A large hand wrapped around Denki’s throat, smoking.
“I don’t need you running your mouth, you fucking extra,” Bakugou snarled. “We aren’t here for your fucking amusement.”
“You and Kiri are no fun. Uraraka is the only one of the Big 3 who’s got any real balls,” Denki wheezed from Bakugou’s chokehold.
“Not manly at all, dude,” Kirishima said chidingly from where he sat.
Tears leaked from Denki’s eyes as Bakugou’s grip got tighter. “S’okay… if you are sh-shy, f-fearless… leader,” the blond choked, “... just say s-so.”
“Who’s fucking shy?!” Bakugou yelled. “Oi, Round Face. You wanna kabedon?”
Ochako froze even though Mina’s elbows were jabbing into her ribs in a completely un-subtle motion. But all she could do was blink at the angry blond.
He didn’t wait for her answer. “Get off the couch. Let’s show them how a real kabedon is done and this stupid thing will finally end.”
Another painful jab from Mina’s elbow sent her to standing, if only to get away from the imminent danger to her internal organs. But then she was backpedaling to the nearest wall as Bakugou stalked her.
He was taller and wider than he’d been in first year, his growth spurt finally making up for lost time, and so even from a few meters away he was already looming. His hair was haphazardly tousled on top, the rest trimmed in an undercut that made his jaw look sharp enough to cut glass.
Those red eyes tracked her every retreating step, his mouth widening in a feral grin that showed teeth.
Ochako didn’t pay attention to the scrabbling sounds of the others, of Denki’s harried, “Fuck, my phone just died, someone gimme theirs!” or Mina’s encouraging howls. All she could watch was Bakugou.
All predatory speed, he leapt at her and she backflipped across the common room, spinning to the side as Bakugou crashed by her before a rapidfire pivot that sent him launching back after her. She ducked and rolled across the floor beneath him, popping up into a crouch once she’d cleared his feet.
Ochako managed herself into a good position with a wall behind her back, which she would kick off of with her quirk when Bakugou—
“Ohmygawd, this is so hot. Touch me, Ei. I want to get off to this.”
Ochako’s eyes flew to Mina who was physically trying to shove her boyfriend’s hand under her shorts while Kirishima turned as red as his hair (but who didn’t actually reject the demand).
It was all the opening that Bakugou needed because suddenly Ochako didn't have that buffer space for kickoff. Now, with her back literally to the wall, Bakugou caged her in with his forearms on either side of her head, his entire body leaning down and forward into her space.
It had never been like this before.
She’d never felt a wave of heat crash over her like this when anyone else had tried.
Ochako squeezed her eyes shut and turned her face away. The whisper of Bakugou’s exhale on her exposed shoulder, followed by a rough inhale through his nose, made her quake with… with…
Need.
She pressed her hands onto the wall behind her while Bakugou’s nose slowly glided up her neck, following the curve of her jaw, and the path behind her ear where the moist heat of his breath prompted a little noise in her throat.
He was somehow even closer and her chest expanded as she sucked in air. She could feel how her hardened nipples were poking through her worn sports bra and tank top, brushing his chest. Bakugou rumbled like some waking dragon and Ochako felt liquid heat surge between her legs.
Mina was screeching in the background about how this was going to fuel her spank bank for weeks. Sero was howling at Denki for frying both of their phones from trying to charge them too quickly. Kirishima was quietly chuckling.
But all Ochako could hear was the mad thumping of her heart when she opened her eyes and turned her face until her nose bumped Bakugou’s, his fierce red eyes boring into hers, his mouth a firm line.
“Why do you always smell so fucking good?” he whispered angrily. Then he dropped his head to give her a rough bite on her neck before pulling away.
The building shook and Aizawa appeared from around the corner, glaring as he pointed a finger at Ochako. Ochako, whose brain had ceased functioning altogether.
It was the dire threat in her teacher’s tone that shook her loose. “Release your quirk or you’re going to uproot the entire dorm.”
She did and with an aggravated huff her teacher turned and went back in the direction he’d come from.
Legs giving out, Ochako promptly slid down the wall.
She knew she would get a firm talking-to over this. Maybe even grunt duty for the building. Extra training. She didn't particularly care.
Her eyes seek out the ash blond hair of the man who’d just cornered her.
Bakugou was back in the kitchen, the back of his neck and the tops of his shoulders a heated pink. Mina was kneeling at her side and shaking her with glee. Denki and Sero were at the counter begging Bakugou to do it one more time for posterity.
And Ochako? She placed her fingers against the blistering heat on her neck where he'd bitten her and smiled.