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“Oi, Round Face. Need to talk to you.”
It was just like him to say it like that, Ochako thought to herself as she stared at the perpetually scowling face of one Bakugou Katsuki- the explosive, fiery, hotheaded, angry blond that skulked around everywhere like he owned the world. Bastard that he was. He was also the main source of her best friend’s anxieties, and now he was trying to get her alone? During their study hall period between classes? While she was on the way back from the bathroom?
Oh boy, this couldn’t be anything good.
What the hell could he possibly want with her anyway? They didn’t talk much, if at all , and most of the time she spent interacting with Bakugou was defending Izuku from him! What a jerk, honestly- the kindest, sweetest boy in class, and his childhood bully had to just keep picking on him over and over…
It was enough to make her blood boil in her veins- but Ochako kept herself calm. Izuku had already asked her not to do anything about their past- had said that he could handle Bakugou on his own, and that he was just letting Bakugou grow out of his childhood jerkishness little by little.
Frankly, Ochako thought that was bullshit, but who was she to judge? Either way- she had no idea what Bakugou wanted, and just staring at him vaguely wasn’t going to answer any of her questions. She didn’t particularly want to go wherever he was trying to lead her to, nor did she really want to talk to him, but…
Fuck it.
Fine.
She’d hear him out, just in case it was something interesting.
“What do you need, Bakugou?” she asked, completely dropping the honorific in his name because she honestly didn’t believe he deserved the respect. His expression didn’t change, but at the sight of her raised eyebrow and generally disinterested sounding reply, he just sneered and jerked his head vaguely over his shoulder.
“Not here, follow me. Shit’s important.” He kept that constipated looking scowl on his face- something between a sneer and a snarl and an actual scowl that only made him look like an impotent thug with a chip on his shoulder. Even as he turned away, he didn’t actually make himself look any better- just expected her to follow even though she’d not given him any indication that she wanted to go with him. Bakugou just… assumed that she’d follow. Even though she’d really rather go back to the dorms to go pick up some of her stuff before coming back to work with Izuku.
Well.
Fine.
If it didn’t take too long, she might be able to actually get her shit and get some actual work done before their study period ended.
So… fine.
“You’ve got five minutes,” Ochako muttered, grumbling under her breath with a peeved glare at Bakugou’s back- really, where did he get off just assuming people wanted to talk to him and do what he said? Ugh. She’d known a few people like that back in junior high, and even though UA was supposed to be the best of the best, they still let jerks like Bakugou in. “Whatever it is, it better be quick. I still have actual studying to do, Bakugou.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever! It’s not gonna take that fuckin’ long, just shut the fuck up and get over here!” Bakugou snarled, stuffing his hands in his pockets and doing some kind of… weird… thuggish looking walk that made him look like he was honestly rather bowlegged… or trying not to agitate a chafed spot in his underwear. Ochako had to fight every fiber of her being that wanted to let out a giggle at the sight of his thuggish walk- did he really think it made him look cool or did he naturally just fall into that stance when he was pissed?
“Alright, alright,” she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes as they continued on- out of the main building and to one of the training gyms. What even was this all about anyway? Did he really think that she wanted to fight him right now? She was still in uniform! Fuck’s sake, he was still in uniform too- though, wait… something wasn’t right.
Upon closer inspection (which Ochako really tried not to do most of the time, because just looking at Bakugou made her pissed sometimes), she could see that the explosive blonde had… actually pulled his pants up? Straightened his blazer too, made himself actually look… halfway presentable.
Hm.
Weird.
Still, it wasn’t enough for her to actually tell what the fuck was going on, and she knew better than to actually try and talk to the colossal shithead when he was leading her around- he never answered any questions if he was leading someone somewhere, just told them to shut up and hurry the fuck up.
Well. Whatever.
Soon enough, they were in one of Ochako’s favorite training gyms- the nice one with the springy, reactive floor that made the entire gym a sparring mat and the overhead lighting and sound system that let them actually play music while they fought for extra effect. Why they actually made the gym like that, Ochako had no idea, but she figured that it was good for demonstrations and such.
Once they were inside, though, Bakugou turned and fixed her with an unreadable stare, eyes glaring forward even as he motioned for her to enter. Foolishly, she did, and the door closing behind her felt like a death knell- who knew what he’d do next?
And then…
“Go out with me.”
Excuse me what?
Ochako blinked, eyes widening as she took a half step back in surprise. “I’m… sorry? What? Wait- why? That’s- what the hell is going on here?”
“I said go out with me, Round Face, or are your ears as full of cotton as Deku’s shitty brain is?” Bakugou snarled, reaching out with one hand as if going for some kind of handshake- what, did he think she’d take his hand and he’d sweep her off her feet? Was that what this all was? Was he fucking stupid????
“I- why!?” Ochako asked, furrowing her brow and giving Bakugou something akin to a glare, though it was too confused to really hold any bit of the anger she had in her soul for the blond bastard. “You have never said anything about liking me before, Bakugou- I mean really, most of the time you sound like you hate me just for existing all because I hang out with Deku-kun! I mean, really, why me , why all this?”
“Haaaah? What other fucking reason could I fucking give a shit about, dumbass?” Bakugou immediately barked out, doing a great impression of a stereotypical Roppongi low level yakuza thug as he shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned back, very clearly looking down on her as if to say that he thought she was an idiot. “You’re strong, duh! Fuckin’- what other reason would I give a shit about you for, hah? You almost got a good hit on me during the Sports Festival, and you’re clearly workin’ hard, so that means you gotta be fuckin’ strong now. And since you’re strong, that means you’re worth my fuckin’ time- more than fuckin’ anyone else in our shitty loser class full of extras!”
Oh.
That’s what this was all about.
Ew.
Ochako scrunched up her nose, a peeved frown making its way into her expression as any curiosity or confusion turned into a roiling mix of disgust and indignation. Really- who the fuck did he think he was? Really? Her? Being worthy of his time? Ugh, as if he wasn’t enough of a toxic pile of waste- truly, his narcissism knew no bounds.
What a piece of shit.
And…
Something in the back of her head told her it was about more than just her being strong now. He knew she was Izuku’s friend. He knew how much she disliked him on principle. She didn’t have any real proof… but she was pretty sure he was only trying this awful fucking farce of a confession because he wanted to fuck with Izuku some more.
“... No.” she finally decided, trying to just end it right then and there instead of drawing it all out- she could feel her rage seething beneath her skin, but held her tongue. There was a time and a place for everything, and she didn’t want to draw this out more than she had to.
“HAAAA!? THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN NO, SHITTY ROUNDFACE!? HUH? YOU THINK YOU’RE TOO GOOD FOR ME NOW, HUH? IS THAT WHAT THIS IS- YOU LOOKING DOWN ON ME JUST LIKE THAT LOSER LIMP-DICK CHICKEN-SHIT DEKU!?”
Aaaand there it was.
Ochako winced, taking another step back as Bakugou’s palms began sparking and he started to loom over her instead of just standing there like an asshole, his normal scowl turning into something fierce and angry to the point that she didn’t even want to consider sticking around- except…
Except that Bakugou took a step forward, eye twitching with rage as he shouted. Ochako took an unconscious step back- not out of fear, but… oh who was she kidding, she was a little afraid of him- not because she actively thought he was better or stronger than her, but because he was unpredictable and prone to lashing out like a wild animal all of the time, and his control over his quirk was abysmal when he got mad outside of a training session- always blowing things up as a show of force, as if to say that he was capable of hurting anyone or anything the moment that he got mad .
And all too soon- Ochako had backed up against a wall, with Bakugou standing over her.
She had a choice to make.
And…
“Yes,” Ochako answered, feeling almost faint as her hatred of the explosive blond took front seat instead of her usual bubbly, polite personality. She was tired of his shit- tired of this posturing and this utterly overwhelming sense that he thought he could get away with literally anything because he was strong or that he had a good quirk despite the fact that his personality was garbage and hadn’t changed since the start of the year . “You know what- in any other circumstance, I would have said no! But you know what- yes! I am looking down on you! I am saying you’re not worth my time! I’m saying you’re a bully and a jerk and an asshole and you treat everyone like trash! I’m saying that you’re only doing this because you want to tear down Deku-kun the same way you always do! So no! I won’t go out with you, you- you- you sanctimonious PRI-MMPH!?”
Ochako’s eyes went wide , a mix of shock, indignation, and pure fury .
Bakugou was kissing her.
Bakugou was KISSING HER.
BAKUGOU WAS FUCKING KISSING HER!
That- that-!
She couldn’t even think straight, the sheer red flooding her vision and pounding in her ears filling her mind up with a haze of nothing more than heat and prickling anger . His lips were rough and angry and hard against hers, his hand was firmly clutched on her chest like it wasn’t sexual assault and his other holding her chin as if it was supposed to be romantic . Instead, all she could feel was that same roiling dread that made her feel like she’d lifted too much at once, that sinking feeling deep in her gut that made her emotions twist and churn as her hands twitched unconsciously by her sides.
And then- in a wave of overwhelming fury that had no grounding logic, but was simple, pure instinct… her knee came up at the speed of fucking sound and cracked between Bakugou’s legs like an almighty hammer .
The sound he made at that moment- that choked off scream of mixed fury and agony… it was music to Ochako’s ears. She pushed him back during that moment of weakness, grinning almost ferally as he doubled over and wheezed as his hands came up to grab at his now damaged crotch.
“W-what the FUCK!?” he spat out, wheezing in pain and trying not to squeak as he glared up at her- for all that he was capable of shrugging off hits in training, Aizawa-sensei never let them hit below the belt, and Bakugou’s costume had a built in cup. That he was in his uniform now, without that protection… it only made what she was about to do better.
“Never! Ever! Touch me again!” Ochako answered, her grin turning into an almost rictus scowl , her eyes shining with an unshed mix of tears and pure anger. “You son of a bitch! You absolute- you… you VILLAIN! You’re nothing but a villain!”
She screamed, turning around and ripping the fire extinguisher from the wall as Bakugou tried to rear back and yell at her again, his hands coming up and bursting with heat and light as he tried to express his anger at getting kicked in the balls- only to receive a burst of fire retardant foam straight to his face and hands, killing any hope of ignition as he sputtered and spat and recoiled from the stream of white filling his vision.
“YOU BITCH! WH- ARGH! SON OF A-!”
She didn’t relent with that, though, far too gone in her rage to let it go- all of the built up resentment over the entire year’s worth of belittlement and insults, all of the righteous fury of how he treated Izuku for years and years and years , the sheer wall of utter outrage at the fact that he’d- he’d just assaulted her without even considering the ramifications! Forced himself on her like he had any right to do so!
She continued to scream, barely even pausing for breath as she took advantage of Bakugou’s distraction to slam the cylinder of the fire extinguisher into his head with a satisfying CLANG as the weighty metal hit home and sent him spiraling to the side with yet another shout of pain- and she followed.
With his hands covered in a layer of hardening foam as it was, with him confused and dazed, he couldn’t spark up properly, couldn’t build a defense against her followup strike- a punch to his gut that doubled him over around her fist, followed by a shove to his shoulder that sent him backflipping into the air as he found himself weightless- only for Ochako to grab him by the ankle and slam him into the floor hard enough to drive the wind from his lungs.
The only thing that saved his ribs was the fact that the floor was purpose built to break a fall, but even then- he still felt all the momentum, the pain, the dizziness as the floor sprung him back up and over, and let Ochako bring him around and slam him into the floor on the other side- again and again and again, shrieking obscenities and spitting vitriol the entire time- and why wouldn’t she?
He was, by his own words and actions and threats and posturing, no better than a shitty villain and by his own logic that meant he had to be put down like the waste of space he was!
So Ochako threw him around, continuing to use his own dizziness against him until she got tired and flung him face first into the wall- whereupon his own momentum broke his nose with a satisfying crunch .
She wasn’t even sure if he was still awake anymore, but she wasn’t done yet. She hadn’t yet made up for all of the pain and suffering he’d caused- not just to Izuku, but to everyone around him for his entire life! The kids he’d bullied, the classmates he’d terrorized, her friends that he’d insulted and belittled every single fucking day of the school year and never once got punished for!
“RELEASE!” she all but shouted, letting him fall to the floor with a dead, limp thud. He didn’t move, but he wheezed anyway, and Ochako simply took the time to walk over- watching him try to push himself up with trembling limbs, his movements unsteady and faltering from the dizziness and the foam and the broken nose and the kick to the balls-
WHAM!
A second kick to the balls.
WHAM!
A third.
WHAM!
A fourth.
“You really are a piece of shit!” Ochako spat out, slamming her shoe into Bakugou’s crotch long past the point where he could scream- each kick driving out nothing but squeaking and air even as she felt him flinch and double over with every hit, unable to stop her at this point just from the sheer pain radiating through his body and crippling his movements- his hands sought pathetically to try and stop him, and her next kick-
CRACK!
Her next kick broke his fingers as it drove into his crotch.
“You take and you take and you take! You belittle everyone around you, you hurt everyone that calls you their friends! You insult everyone! You have no respect for anything or anyone! You treat Deku-kun like shit! You kissed me without permission! You’re a villain- an abuser! A bully! A fucking- you’re lucky I kicked you before I got to call you a rapist!” Ochako screamed, each sentence punctuated by more kicks and stomps- not just to Bakugou’s balls, but everywhere she could reach. She stomped on his back, stomped on his legs, his hands, his arms, kicked him in the balls, the gut, his chest- she rolled him over so she could kick him in the jaw, even, and sent a splatter of blood streaking across the floor of the gym. “You’re a pathetic, terrible person! A parasite! A jerk! You’re every bad thing under the sun and I wish I’d gotten to do this to you earlier- I wish I could have done this to you the first time you started hurting Deku-kun again!”
Eventually, though, her stamina and rage ran out, and Ochako was left panting and out of breath, unable to continue even as Bakugou just… laid there.
At this point, with the damage she’d done to him, she didn’t know if he was awake, unconscious, or dead , and honestly she didn’t care .
She just wanted him to hurt .
She shook her head, sneering as she rested her aching muscles and stood over Bakugou’s battered, broken body.
“Yeah. I am looking down on you.” she muttered, snorting thickly and spitting on his face- one last insult to injury to top it all off. And with that, she turned away and began limping to the door. By now, the study period was almost over and there was no point in hiding just how frazzled, rumpled, and out of sorts she was. The cameras in the gym had seen everything anyway. “It’s the least that you deserve, bitch. ”
And with that, Ochako held her head high, exited the gym, and prepared herself for whatever punishment may come- all thoughts of Bakugou leaving her head the moment she crossed the threshold. He was beneath her , after all.
Why should she spare any more thought on the bastard than she had to?