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Exhausted but alive. All Bakugou can feel is the fire in his lungs, the sweat still rolling down his arms, still rolling down his back. His shoulders ache, his forearms are sore. He landed on his right leg in a weird way, and he's sure nothing is broken or twisted, but it still feels like shit. He crosses his arms gently, making sure not to rattle his gauntlets too much.
Closing his eyes and titling his head to the heavens. He hears the sirens in the background, the chatter of the crowd. Deku is mumbling about something. Ice crackling and melting. He can hear a plane pass by in the distance, completely unaware of what four Heros had to respond to tonight.
Eyes still closed, he can smell his own sickly sweet sweat. He can still smell the smoke from his own explosions. It's weird, but dust and rubble have a scent too and it sits weird in the mouth. And if he turns his nose just a little to the right, he can smell the lotion that Uraraka uses. Shea butter and rose. It's his favorite scent in the world.
"Midoriya."
IcyHot cuts through Dekus useless mumbling, but he says it with such authority that it makes all three Heros stop and look at him.
"I like you. Will you go on a date with me on your next day off?"
It's so sudden and unexpected, but not really, that again, all three are totally shocked into silence. Then a soft hand lands on his bicep, he looks down to see his favorite brown eyes, and her head titling in the opposite direction. As they're leaving he can hear Deku start to ramble again but he's sure that he's blushing and hopefully saying yes. He's so sick of these two pining idiots.
"Let's give them some space yeah?" Her sweet voice breaks their silence with a giggly tone.
"Tch. Fuckin IcyHot, always making shit hella awkward"
"Oh I know! At UA, he used to drop all kinds of traumatic moments on us!"
"And why on duty!?! That's the lamest fuckin confession I've ever heard of!"
"Oh because you're such an expert on love and confessions? It's probably the adrenaline."
"I know enough about love to know you don't confess at a fucking CRIME SCENE! Adrenaline is not an excuse!! Don't enable them Ura-ra-ka!!"
She let's go of his arm to pinch his cheeks. He can feel the soft pads, and he has to immediately go into defensive mode, because he loves the feeling of her finger pads on his skin.
He remembers the first time he felt them. Ears and Dunce Face had been sitting with him in the dining area of the common room. Dunce Face had been loud and distracting as Bakugou was trying to finish up an assignment. Ears had called Uraraka over to ask her something. She had sat down right next to him as the two girls chatted.
Then the idiots left, to go fuck or whatever, leaving him with Round Face. Back then, he had a crush on her. Just a baby one. He thought it was just teenage hormones. She does have some nice tits, a round juicy ass and thighs that could kill a man. But so do a lot of girls.
He must've used his quirk too much during training because suddenly his forearm spasms and he drops his pencil. It's not weird, or dramatic. People drop shit all the time. But Uraraka, perceptive and whip smart asked if he was okay. He tried to brush it off, but she offered him some help.
"Oh yeah? What's a useless extra like you gonna do for me?"
She rolls her eyes, not falling for his taunting. "I was going to massage it for you, but since you're such a jerk, I take it back!"
And this is why he's going to die alone. Goals of being number one Hero, with a wife and two kids, is never going to happen because he can't fucking talk.
"I don't really like being touched. But. I'm curious about what your toe beans feel like."
She frowns a little, but offers her hand, palm up on the table. He quickly stuffs his own hands in his pocket, wiping off any excess sweat, before taking his thumb and index finger and touching the little pads. They're soft, and a little squishy.
"I used to hate them." She confesses quietly.
"Why?" He loves them already.
"Ah. Well. I know kids are mean, but I used to get teased about it all the time. Especially boys! They said I'd never have a husband, because nobody will want to hold my hand."
"Cheeks. Boys are dumb at that age. All those boys probably had the hots for you, but just didn't know how to show it."
"Hmm so by your logic, did you have a crush on Deku-kun?!" She teases.
Normally he'd be pissed. He should have lit off an explosion in her face. He should be cussing her out. But her hands are calming. So he just shakes his head.
"Nah. He's not my type. Too much of a fuckin crybaby."
She hides her smile behind her free hand, and is trying hard not to laugh, making her head turn red in the process.
"I guess you would know! For movie night, we have to pick up snacks, drinks, and a box of tissues! If it's a happy ending, he cries. If it's a sad ending, he cries."
He'd been kind of mindlessly thumbing her pads, but he makes a rare decision. He let's go off her hand and slides his forearm onto her lap. He's too proud to actually ask her for help. But she knows anyway.
She starts at the big muscles near his elbow. Slowly working out the knots and tense muscles. She slides her hand down the under part of arm. Working her way down to his hand. As she massages the muscles connected to his thumb, he realizes their compromised position.
Somehow, he had leaned forward until his head was resting against her shoulder. Shea butter and rose filling his nose. Hes breathing heavy, despite how relaxed his whole body feels, and is very close to tears.
What in the actual fuck.
He jerks his arm away from her and looks up to her startled face. He glances around the common room, but nobody else is here. It is late. He's supposed to be sleeping by now. But instead he's letting Uraraka fuckin touch him and it almost made him cry?!? How touched starved is he?! This can't be real. This has to be a weird dream.
"Oh! Um sorry."
He double checks the room again, just to make sure that he doesn't see any floating clothes, signaling that Invisible Girl isn't creeping in the room. He glares down at Uraraka, she doesn't waver. So he sits back down and thrusts his other arm in her lap.
"Alright geez" She complains but helps him out anyway.
So yeah. He's gotta pinch her cheek back in retaliation because he's so fuckin weak and pathetic for her touch that he'll be lookin like a lovesick fool in public for her. At a crime scene. Where two other idiots are also looking like lovesick fools. It's a goddamn miracle that women keep making babies with men, given how much of an idiot most men are.
"I can't believe I have to say this all the time, but you two can't keep fighting while in uniform!" Deku chastises.
The two separate but she subtly taps his ass with her foot while turning to face the other two. He decides to let it go. He turns to side eye glare at her, but she's just smirking.
"We have a favor to ask of you two" IcyHot states.
"Oh! What is it?"
"OI! Don't speak for me!"
Actually she could. He would do anything for her.
"Uh. Well. We were wondering... um. I don't know how to say this..."
"How do you two keep your relationship out of the press? We want to keep this low-key for a while" IcyHot says.
A beat of silence.
"...what?.." Uraraka whisper asks.
IcyHot and Deku exchange a look . A look he doesn't fuckin like!
"We've known for a little while that you guys are together. Don't worry! You don't have to hide it anymore. We were just wondering how you've hidden it. I don't think the press has even caught on." Deku answers.
"They haven't 'caught on' because we're not together you fuckin dumbass!!"
And IF he was lucky enough to have her, he wouldn't hide her away! He'd fuckin change his Twitter name is "@Uravitys Biggest Simp" if she was his. The fuck?!?
"What makes you think we're together?" She asks, voice still small and shaky.
He sees her fearful expression, and steps slightly in front of her. Shielding her from these two nosy fucks.
"You cook dinner for Uraraka-san all the time. Including going out of your way to make her mochi. She even told us, that you don't allow her to buy mochi anymore. You always make sure she has enough." IcyHot argues.
He doesn't have an argument because thats all true. As it turns out, him and Uraraka live close to each other. He had ran into her at a grocery store, and after yelling at her for her poor nutrition choices, he started to let her have his extra dinners. Anything is better than seeing her eat just rice balls and sweets.
"You have a whole portion of your wardrobe dedicated to her and her clothes. And you! Uraraka! Have like 4 or 5 hoodies of his at your place!" Deku adds on to their argument.
Again. No counter argument. Feeding her extra dinner meant that sometimes, she stayed over and watched movies or shows with him. And sometimes! She'd fall asleep on the couch. He doesn't want her to have a sore neck, so he'd wait till she was in her REM cycle and then he'd move her to his bed.
These are the moments and nights he keeps buried deep in his heart. Carrying her sleeping body to his bed, and desperately wishing he could climb in beside her, are his weakest moments. He even has some sleeping mittens at his place, because the first time it happened, she had activated her quirk on herself and had over-used it.
"Kacchan, you also take her out on some of the most romantic dates! Picnics! Planetarium! Disneyland! How is that not you guys dating?!"
Wow. This shitty nerd and his shitty boyfriend are really outing him in front of the girl he loves. In public. On duty. He's totally beating their asses later.
But for right now, he sneaks a glance back at her. Her cheeks are red, she's looking down at the ground and nervously playing with her finger pads.
Four top ten Heros standing around and being flustered.
He rolls his eyes and sighs loudly. Turning around, ignoring their solid arguments, he pulls Uraraka away.
"Oi, you okay?" He asks.
She's nodding her head yes but she isn't saying anything to him or looking at him.
He clicks his tongue and tries again.
"Come over tonight, I'll make you dinner and we can watch that shitty K-drama show you like."
A shy smile ghosts her face. "You mean the one shitty k-drama that YOU like?"
"Whatever."
They all head back to their respective agencies to fill out their reports. A few quick texts to each other, and they're all done for the night.
Hes exhausted but he still has to stop at the store to grab some things for dinner. He's on autopilot. Barely paying attention to his surroundings. Completely lost in his own thoughts.
What does she think of tonight?
Does she feel the same?
Those assholes seem to think it's mutual?
There's no way, someone as perfect as her would like him. He's an asshole. Full of flaws. Looking down on others while simultaneously thinking he's not good enough. And he still can't communicate worth shit.
She'd probably think he's an awful boyfriend. It's a nice thought though. As her boyfriend, he get to kiss her and do all the shit he's wanted to do since he was fifteen. He'd be so fucking happy. Her leaving him, and getting with someone who deserves her, would destroy him.
Its why he's never made a move. He's just been in limbo since UA. He wants more, but doesn't know how to get more.
Before he knows it, dinner is almost done. And he's texting her to come over. It doesn't take long, as she doesn't live far. She also has her own key, and let's herself in.
Silently, she grabs their utensils and preferred drinks. She gets the show loaded and waits on the couch. They watch the show and eat in silence. There's no sarcastic commentary tonight. The air between them is thick and awkward. He eats much faster and more aggressive than her, so he leans back on his couch, looks up at the ceiling before closing his eyes.
She finishes eating.
She stands and he can hear her shuffling. He thinks she's going to put away her dirty dishes.
But she's stopped.
He opens his eyes and looks at her. She's standing between his spread legs.
She's got that same fear filled expression from earlier, but alone? In his apartment? Standing so close? Adrenaline is pumping through his veins.
He sits up slowly, he doesn't want to scare her. He let's his fingertips touch the back of her thighs, and when she doesn't slap him, he flattens his hands and urges her closer.
She slides one knee on one side of him and then the other. Now she's straddling his lap. Sweat is dripping down his back. The breath that he'd been holding in, lets its self out in a groan. His hands move to her hips and he slides her closer to him.
The hands that had been on his shoulder, move to his face. He's still afraid to move. But whatever she wants right now, he'll give it. She could ask him to turn into a villain and burn down the world and he'd do it.
"Katsuki."
"Ochako.."
"Do you like me?"
He chokes out a laugh that could also be a cry.
"I fuckin love you. More than you'll ever know."
His hands cup the ones that are holding his face and he leans forward to kiss her. It's the best day of his life.
He can taste his dinner on her lips. She's sitting in his lap. In his apartment. Finally his.
One kiss turns to five. Five turn to ten. He's laying her down on the couch. Fifteen. She's yanking his shirt off. Eighteen. He's pulling hers off. Twenty four. His kisses start to wander all over her body. Her perfect body. He starts to lose count, he starts to lose control. More clothes hit the floor.
He thought he'd be in limbo forever, but the gods have blessed him and granted him access to heaven. That's how it feels to be inside her.
"You look so beautiful angel. So perfect."
Sweet nothings and promises are whispered and moaned into her ear. He can't stop talking. Years of loving her are spilling out. He knows she's getting close because her breathing is turning into hot rasps on his neck and her grip on his biceps tightens.
Hot pulsing grips him as he fills her with his whole heart and soul. Every little bit of him is now hers. He doesn't care if this is the only time, because he will never love another.
Pro Hero DynaMight broke the internet today by changing his Twitter name to 'Uravitys Biggest Simp' as the two have confirmed that they are now in a relationship