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Hi Baby!
“Hi Baby!”
“How many times have I told you not to call me that, woman?”
“Oh, fine. Bakubro?”
“No.”
“Jerkface?”
“I swear to god…”
“Blasty pants!” she shouted as she hightailed it across the room and into the women’s lockers. She wasn’t taking any chances; his palms were sparking. She almost ran face first into Moe, who was exiting.
“Woah! What the hell, Uki! You almost knocked me over!” she laughed, dodging at the last second.
“Yikes, sorry. I’m running for my life here.”
“I told you to knock it off. I know Endeavor likes you, but for fuck’s sake, stop antagonizing Bakugo!”
“Why?”
“Jesus Christ.”
“It’s fun.”
“I swear to god.”
“That’s what Bakugo just said,” Uki chortled, doubling over with laughter.
“What is your end goal with this? I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“Listen, I don’t know why everyone is so damn afraid of him. He thinks he’s all powerful, but he’s not. He dishes shit out all day long and no one gives it back, except me. I know I’ve only been here six months, but come on! He isn’t a match for me, and he knows it. I can beat him at clap backs and in the arena.”
“You are so infuriating. It’s a damn good thing your quirk is so damn awesome, because you are becoming as annoying as he is. You still didn’t answer the question.”
“Hu?”
“What is your goal? What are you trying to achieve by making him angry every day?”
“Honestly? I don’t know. It’s just fun,” she said, shrugging her shoulders as Moe’s palm hit her forehead.
“Can I give you some advice, woman to woman?” Moe asked, watching the younger woman’s eyebrows furrow.
“Um, okay.”
“If your goal was to get him to notice you, you succeeded. Now you need to ask yourself what is next.”
“Moe, what are you talking about?”
“I know you came from Hokkaido, so you have no way of understanding. He likes you,” she said bluntly.
“What? He absolutely does not. He hates me.”
“Nope.”
“He beats me up and calls me names. We aren’t toddlers on the playground.”
“You give him a lot of credit.”
“Shit, Moe.”
“I’m not kidding, Uki. Bakugo has always been a bit emotionally suppressed.”
“Still…”
“No, let me finish. I’ve noticed it over the last couple months...”
“Noticed what?”
“The way he looks at you when he thinks no one is looking. Like he’s taking you in, appreciating you…”
“Moe, I swear…”
“You’re hot, shut up. But seriously. He talks to you more than anyone else in this building.”
“Yeah, because he is berating me and calling me names.”
“But he’s paying attention to you.”
“We aren’t toddlers.”
“Why else would he? Sure, others don’t toss shit at him, but he still doesn’t talk to any of them. He doesn’t even like talking to me, even to criticize me.”
“I’m the bane of his existence. He has told me so on more than one occasion, twice today.”
“Exactly.”
“Exactly what?”
“He’s riveted by you. This headstrong, sarcastic, short-tempered woman who just happens to be smokin’ and has a quirk that can defeat his? Come on, tell me you see it?”
“I don’t.”
“Are you saying you aren’t attracted to him?”
“What? No…I…”
“Right. If I didn’t think of him like my annoying little brother…”
“MOE!”
“Sorry, but come on! I met him when he was an obnoxious sixteen-year-old brat and let me tell you, he has grown…”
“Fucking Christ.”
“Was I really that far off base? I just assumed you were interested in him.”
“We work together, no, of course I’m not.”
“Shoto and Momo are married and work together.”
“That’s…”
“Deku and Ochako…”
“Oh my god.”
“I’m just proving a point. Heroes date each other all the time, it’s practically normal now.”
“I genuinely don’t know what’s going on here,” Uki said, trying to calm her heartbeat.
“What I’m saying is, Bakugo is and always has been single. At least as far as I know, I’m sure I would have heard about a girlfriend. I have two thoughts. First, he probably doesn’t know what the hell is going on either. Second, if you are into him, tell him.”
“What, just walk up to him and say ‘hey, assface, want to go on a date?’”
“I mean…yeah, if that’s how you want to do it.”
“I didn’t mean…”
“I think you’d make an adorable couple.”
“MOE!”
“I’m sorry, it’s true.”
“This is peer pressure.”
“It’s a friendly nudge. I honestly think he likes you; I wouldn’t say so if I didn’t mean it.”
“I know, I trust you Moe.”
“That means you like him, at least a little bit.”
“I’ve met worse.”
“That’s a start.”
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Katsuki was showering a bit angrily today. That woman, she just didn’t know when to stop. She drove him absolutely mad, and it was starting to scare him.
He found himself thinking about her when he shouldn’t be, like when he was watching porn and jacking off. The idea of filling her sarcastic, sassy mouth with his cock until he spilled all over her lips was a thought he shouldn’t be having about a woman he hated.
He hasn’t forgotten the day she arrived in a skin tight bodysuit. It was black with a flame pattern woven over it, and he remembers laughing, thinking this bitch was a joke. Until his explosions were batted back at him by her stupid quirk. It really was ridiculous, he had seen a lot of quirks, but hers was one of a kind.
Not only was she completely fireproof, her quirk allowed her to repel fire and send it back as an attack at twice its original strength. It was like she absorbed it, and could use it as her own, and it really pissed him off.
He was useless against her, but it gave him solace that most of the heroes here were as well, since Endeavor had a tendency to hire flame-based heroes. When Enji first told them about her hiring, he said that he was bringing her on because she could work so well with the rest of the heroes, and Katsuki begrudgingly agrees now. She does work well with them, even him.
Normally when someone annoys him, he just ignores them. But with her, he has never been able to.
What the hell is she doing to him?
He had been out with girls, and been in their beds, but Uki was different. Six months ago, she came barging into his life, and honestly, he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about her. Her quirk, her attitude, her plump…fuck. He had dreams of being smothered by her tits. Earlier, when she called him baby, he wanted to pin her to the wall and strip her costume off.
Holy shit, he was fucked.
He dressed and left the showers hoping to make a clean exit, only to walk into the woman who was haunting him. She was standing in the lobby, and she was on her phone.
“Yes, Mina, I know where it is, we’ve been there before, moron. The green one, yeah, the sparkles. No, I’m wearing it, you can’t borrow it, you cow. I don’t care, deal with it. I’m the one looking for a man, you already have one. You don’t need it,” she laughed, glancing up and noticing him standing there. “Eight, yes, shut up. Fine, but if I don’t like him, you better drop it. I’ll see you tonight.”
Like him? Like who? Who were they talking about? Fuck, was Mina trying to set Uki up with someone?
“Let me guess, the idiots are going drinking?” he asked, wanting more information.
“Karaoke, if you must know.”
“Dumb.”
“You wouldn’t know fun if it punched you in the face.”
“I like being punched in the face.”
“Fucking hell.”
“Have fun being lame,” he said, turning and walking away from her.
“Oh, I will. I’m going to be so lame; you’ll hear my lameness at your place,” she called out after him, and his brain went into overdrive. Was she planning on meeting a guy to fuck tonight? Why did he even care if she did?
Maybe because he wanted to be the one to fuck her until she passed out.
After Bakugo left, Uki let out a deep breath. She didn’t think she was being obvious, but Moe had seen through her smokescreen.
Was she trying to get Bakugo’s attention? Yes, she absolutely was. He was hands down the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on. Most people would think his personality was shit, but Uki found it a bit refreshing being around someone she could say literally anything to. He was sarcastic and had a sharp tongue, and she had imagined what he could do with it.
At the same time, she didn’t think Moe was right. She couldn’t be, because Uki hadn’t thought that far ahead.
Bakugo was the number five hero, and Uki never thought in a million years he would give her a second glance. She walked home, her mind reeling. What would he do if she pushed things a bit further? She knew he was invited to karaoke; he always was.
Mina had been on this kick lately, insisting that Uki get laid. One night when they were drunk in Mina’s apartment, Uki confessed that she had never had an orgasm during sex. Mina didn’t believe her, but Uki insisted. She had them before, but never during the act. That unfortunate comment set the ball rolling, Mina needing closure more than Uki did on the subject.
Tonight, Mina had invited a few guys she knew from school that she thought Uki would hit it off with. She insisted it was just to hang out, but Mina wasn’t very subtle. She had even given Uki backstory on the two men. Shoji, who had a weird sounding quirk that let him grow multiple appendages from his arms or something, and Sero, who shot tape from his elbows. If Uki was being honest, neither sounded like her type.
Bakugo was her type.
She stopped in to the store by her place and grabbed dinner before heading home, she didn’t want to drink on an empty stomach. As she ate her bento, she wondered how much of her conversation Bakugo had heard. The only time he ever showed up at karaoke was for Kirishima’s birthday a few months ago, and her mind wandered. If he heard what she and Mina had been talking about and decided to show up, maybe Moe was right.
Bakugo was sitting on his couch, beer in hand. No, he wasn’t going. Fuck, he really should. Shitty hair told him both Shoji and Sero were joining the group tonight, and neither of those fucks were good enough for Uki. He heard what she said, he knew she was planning on at least giving them a shot, and he’d be damned if he let that happen.
The next thing he knew he was changing his clothes and cursing under his breath. He didn’t know what the hell he was doing, but he knew he had no choice. His friends would question why he showed up, even though he was invited. He never went to stupid shit like this. He would have to run interference and make sure the idiots didn’t get a chance to sweet talk her. Mina would notice that.
But he didn’t have a choice. He would have to suck it up. He was at the point now that if he didn’t make a move, he risked losing his chance. He didn’t even know if he had a chance, but for the first time in his life, he wanted to find out. He needed to know why she was always in his thoughts. At first, he thought bedding her once would probably cure his fascination, but now he wasn’t sure about that. The panic that he felt when he heard her talking about another guy wasn’t something he had ever felt before. Instant jealousy, when there was technically nothing to be jealous of.
All he ever did was torment her, but in fairness, she gave it right back. She was the only one who did, and had a mouth as sarcastic as his own. Maybe that’s why he was so interested in her, she didn’t give a flying fuck who he was. Between his fifth rank and commonly known short fuse, most people gravitated away from any confrontations with him. Uki never backed down, and they even came to blows in the training area once. She told him she was tired of his mouth and wanted to punch it, so he told her to go ahead. The aftermath was a destroyed training room and Endeavor glowering angrily at them.
The idea of taking that frustration out with her in bed instead of beating each other up was tantalizing. He thought about what he would say as he pumped her full of his cum, the dirty words he would whisper in her ear as she came undone. The kisses he would leave on her neck…the way her tongue would feel down his throat…goddammit! That was the part he was afraid of.
He was afraid once he had her, he wouldn’t want anyone else.
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Uki had fallen asleep on the couch after she ate and was running fashionably late. It was only twenty after eight when she made her final approach to the karaoke bar. Mina had already texted about ten times, and they were already into a room by the time she entered. This place was pretty big, and it took her a few minutes to find the spot. She shifted her assets in her top and smoothed out her skirt, wondering who would be waiting behind the door besides Mina and the guys Mina was trying to hook her up with. If Bakugo was there, tonight may be the night she pushes boundaries.
“It’s about time, what the hell!” Mina yelled as she tackled Uki as soon as the door opened.
“Are you already drunk? I’m only a half-hour late?!” she said, trying to break free of her friends embrace.
“Mina, let her inside. Sorry, Uki, she’s had a few shots,” Kirishima tried to explain as Uki finally pried Mina off her.
“Damn it! You aren’t going to make it an hour,” Uki said, glaring annoyingly at her friend.
“I will, we ordered some food and I’m drinking water…”
“She took shots on an empty stomach; she’ll be good in a bit. Come on, join the rest of us,” Kirishima said as Uki finally got to look around the room. It was a bigger one, holding ten to fifteen people comfortably. There was one long table in the center that was surrounded by couches on three sides, with the focal point the karaoke monitor.
“Uki, meet Sero and Shoji. We all went to school together,” Mina said as she shoved her way past Uki and back into her seat next to Kirishima.
“Hi, nice to meet you,” she said with a wave at the two men seated on her right, along with Kyoka and Kaminari. Mina and Kirishima were on the couches across from them, along with a surprise guest. “Well, well. This is a special occasion. Look who’s here,” she said, moving past Mina so she could take a seat right next to Bakugo, who just snarled at her.
Jesus fucking Christ, what was she wearing? The top was green and sparkly, showing off her best assets with a deep plunge. The tight, black skirt barely came to her knees, and hugged every curve. Her raven hair was loose and a bit curly and god, he wanted to know if the sheer hose were thigh highs.
They drank and ate, and some of them sang, but Uki was focused on Bakugo. Why was he here, and why was he gradually getting closer to her as the night wore on? There was plenty of room for everyone to spread out, but he was so close their legs were touching. He didn’t say much to anyone, which wasn’t unexpected. He never said much at all, unless he was yelling at them. She was glad for the distraction, because while Shoji and Sero were both nice guys, she had been right. Neither were her type at all, and she wouldn’t be seeing either of them. She loved Mina, but she was trying too damn hard.
It was getting late, and people started to leave, beginning with Kyoka and Kaminari. Shoji and Sero were right behind them, and Mina gave Uki a frown as they did. She wanted to scold her; she just knew it. Uki warned her that she probably wouldn’t go for them, it wasn’t her fault. The four remaining all had drinks to finish, but they were tipsy already.
“I have to pee!” Mina announced as she stood and wobbled on her legs.
“I’ll go with you so you don’t fall over,” Kirishima laughed, taking her hand, and leading her out of the room. Suddenly, Uki and Bakugo were alone, and her heart started beating fast. She glanced at him, catching him staring at her chest before quickly taking a drink and looking away.
“You like my outfit?” she asked, squirming a bit next to him. Her leg was brushing his, and she wanted to reach out and put her hands on him.
“It sparkles,” he said, grunting and downing his drink.
“This is the top I wear when I want to get laid,” she said, the words piercing Katsuki’s brain like a damn katana.
“Who’s the lucky guy?”
“Hmm…well, there’s only one here,” she said in a purr, shifting so her leg draped over his knee.
“You think you can handle me?” he asked, growling as his hands started to move.
“I think you can give me what I need.” His hand landed on her leg and slid under her skirt, finding that his wildest dreams were coming true. Thigh highs. His fingers brushed the supple skin of her upper thigh and her legs parted further, allowing him to graze her wet panties. “You can, right, baby?” As soon as the words fell from her lips, his attacked. Sucking his way up her neck, his dick twitching at the sounds of her moans. All he could think about was her in his bed. He heard them coming, and pulled back just in time for the door to swing back open and the loud ones returned.
“Guys, I have to take Mina home, she’s done. Finish our drinks if you want,” Kirishima said, too preoccupied with an almost passed out Mina to notice the red blotches on Uki’s neck. Or the fact her leg was still in his lap. She was so blissed out at his touches and buzzed she couldn’t react in time. He grabbed her purse and threw some money on the table and headed out, completely oblivious as to what was transpiring.
“They made that easy. Let’s pick up where we left off at my place.”
They made their escape, her head spinning. Not so much from the alcohol, but more because of what exactly was happening right now. She was sure the alcohol had something to do with her having the guts to say those things out loud, but it was how she felt. She only had the nerve to pull the trigger after her talk with Moe, and the way Bakugo acted at the bar. There was room for three people on the other side of him, there was no real reason he needed to be glued at her hip unless he chose to be. If she didn’t know any better, she may think that the only reason he came at all was to make sure she didn’t hook up with one of the other guys. He had heard at least a part of her phone call with Mina. Depending on how long he was there, he may have heard her tell Mina she was getting restless. That she needed someone to really rock her world, soon. That was at the beginning of the call, though, so she didn’t think he was around for that. He probably heard her say if she didn’t like the guys, for Mina to leave her be. Had he really come out for her?
They soon arrived at their destination, a place Uki hadn’t been before. They walked into the building and to the elevators, and as soon as the doors closed behind them, he was on her. His hands roamed her sides as his mouth found her neck, sucking more bruises as the elevator ascended. The doors opened directly into his penthouse, and they stumbled out and into the entry. Kicking their shoes off as they entered, he wasted no time at all pressing her face first into the hallway wall. His fingers unzipped the skirt that was keeping him from what he wanted, and it slipped to the floor. What he saw made blood rush to his dick, the tiny black thong and thigh highs like something out of a dream.
He took a step back to admire her ass and she whined against the wall.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked in a purr against the shell of her ear.
“I want you to fuck me, Bakugo,” she said as his hand came down on her ass, slapping a cheek and making her squeal.
“I’m going to fuck you all over this place,” he said as he removed her thong with one quick motion. It was tiny, and he ripped it from her body with ease. “You slut, you were looking to get fucked, weren’t you?” His fingers slid between her legs, finding her soaking wet.
“Yes!”
“You were hoping I’d show up, weren’t you?” he said, teasing her clit as she whimpered at the friction.
“Yes!” It was music to his ears. She had dressed like this for him, not those other clowns. Either one of them would have taken her home gladly, but she chose him.
“I’m going to fuck you, Uki, starting right here,” he said as his hands left her body and shed his clothes. She took the opportunity to strip her top, unlatching the bra and dropping it to the floor. She braced against the wall as he slid his hard cock between her folds, coating it with slick, the other hand coming up and grabbing a handful of boob. “Fuck…”
The tip slid in and she bucked into him impatiently. He took his time, pressing in slowly before he finally bottomed out. She wiggled, needing him to move, and when he finally did, she saw stars. He thrust in and out as he held her against the wall, like some kind of porno. His head was in the crook of her neck, and his lips and teeth were leaving behind marks she wouldn’t be able to hide.
“Oh god, Bakugo! Fuck yes!” she said, gritting out the words between each thrust. He stopped, pulling out and picking her up, moving into the apartment and dropping them onto a couch. He threw her in his lap with a grin.
“Ride it,” he said, his eyes almost feral. She hoisted herself up and hovered over it, finally getting a look at the cock that was making her feel so good. It was long, and thick, and the red head was dripping precum as she sat down on it. His face disappeared into her chest as her arms wrapped around his neck, bouncing on his lap while moans of pleasure filled the room. “Fuck, you feel so good, so tight. These tits…” he said, mumbling as he started to jerk up into her quick and hard, taking control and making her bounce like a doll.
“Ah! Yes! Uhhhhhhhh…” she said, panting as he had his way with her. No one had ever fucked her like this and the coil was quickly winding. Every thrust was bringing her closer to her end, and she was starting to get unhinged. “Ahhhhh…make me cum, Katsuki,” she shrieked as he ripped his face from her chest.
“That’s right, cum on my fat cock. Suck on me until I fill you up.” His fingers found her exposed bundle of nerves and began to torment it, her legs starting to twitch as he railed her. Her face was blissed out, and he watched as her mouth opened and her eyes rolled back, her body tremoring in his lap.
“Oh…shit…” she breathed as her orgasm almost overwhelmed her, her heat clamping down on him as he moaned loudly.
“Holy…oooohhhhh…” he groaned, the feeling of her pussy pulsing around his cock making his head spin. She ground down on him, burying his cock inside just as he let loose, unable to hold back when she made him feel so damn good. He pumped her full, their hips still rocking as they started to come down from their highs. As soon as he caught his breath, he stood and whisked her down the hall and into his room, lying her in his bed before crawling next to her. He wasn’t done.
She watched as he hovered above her, his eyes sparkling like suns. What happened next, she wasn’t expecting.
His lips pressed against hers, catching her by surprise. She kissed back, a new passion emerging between the pair. Her mouth opened for his tongue, and before she knew it, they were in a full blown make out session. Their hands explored their bodies as they kissed, completely lost in each other for quite a while before he pulled back to gaze at her. His hand slid through her hair, stopping as he cupped her cheek.
“Do you want me again?” he asked, looking at her longingly. She felt his hard cock brush against her stomach a few minutes ago, and he was ready at her signal.
“Yes, Katsuki, I want you again. You want me?” she asked, still a bit unsure of what was happening. She never expected this, she assumed she would already be on her way home after a good fuck. Now, she was in his bed, and he was looking at her funny.
“I want you. Over, and over, and over…” he muttered before leaving kisses on her face and neck.
“More than tonight?” she managed to squeak out, her pulse racing.
“Any night you want me,” he said, bringing his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. She knew someone like Bakugo Katsuki would give her a good time, but this was quickly turning into something else. Something she thought were just fantasies. Twenty-minutes ago he was the roughest man she had ever been with, and now he was caressing her gently, like he was a totally different person. The kisses were long, and drawn out, and full of passion. After what seemed like forever, she felt him penetrate again, this time savoring every movement. He started moving slowly, not letting his lips break from hers as she bit at his lips.
“Katsuki…” she moaned, his mouth finally leaving hers and moving to her chest.
He couldn’t believe this was happening. She was perfect, and gorgeous, and he wanted her to be all his. The way her pussy fit him like a glove, how she liked being fucked hard, the way her face flushed as she came. He wanted all of that. Every day.
“Uki,” he breathed, grabbing one of her hands and lacing his fingers with hers above her head while his other hand gripped her waist. He had to pick up the speed a bit, she was actually tiring him out and he wanted them both to cum before sleep. Thrust after thrust their moans grew louder, skin sweatier, and closer to their ends. She kicked a leg up in the air when he sat back, draping it over his shoulder as a smirk appeared on his face. “You ready?” he asked, grabbing the other and tossing it onto the other shoulder. She could only nod, her tongue hanging a bit out of her mouth when he started to rail her, slamming in and out as he held her thighs tightly.
“Aahhhhaaaa…yes! Katsuki! Yes!” she cried, her fingers gripping the sheets as she was fucked into the mattress. She had never cum during sex in her life, and he was about to bring her a second time. She was already so sensitive from the first one, she was on the brink without him touching her clit. Just his cock, and the way it slid in and out effortlessly, the tip kissing a delicious spot inside, was ending her fast.
“Are you cumming for me again? Who else can fuck you this good?”
“Oohhhh, Katsuki! No one, no one else!”
“I want this pussy every day. Can I? Can I have you?”
“Yes!” she whined, her hips starting to lose control. He felt the first tremor begin and started fucking her madly, slapping her on the ass for good measure as she came undone beneath him. He wanted to engulf her, but her legs were still on his shoulders, so he would have to wait. The sensation of her walls closing around him was like heaven, and he had never felt anything like it before. It was like they were made for each other.
“Uki,” he groaned, spurting his seed deep inside, filling her up for the second time in one night. After a few moments of calm, he moved her legs and placed them back to the bed from his shoulders. He jumped out of bed as Uki lay trembling a bit. Her legs were totally worn out, but it had been completely worth it. He returned quickly with a towel and some water, and after handing her a bottle to drink, he cleaned her up. It was something none of the men she had ever been with had done, and she was a bit stunned. “Do you want something to sleep in?” he asked, opening a drawer, and grabbing a pair of boxers for himself.
“Can I have one of your Dynamight tees?” she asked with a giggle, his eyes narrowing at her as he dug through the drawer. He tossed one to her and she grinned, she had always liked this design. She slipped it on and snuggled under the covers while he watched. She hadn’t hesitated about staying, and his stomach was in knots. This would be the first time a woman spent the night in his bed. While he had “slept” with many women, he had never actually slept with them.
“Comfy?” he asked, snorting a bit at her with the blankets up to her neck.
“I’m cold now,” she said, pouting a bit.
“Not for long,” he said, lifting up his side and lying next to her. He reached out and pulled her into his chest, one arm draped around her waist. She pressed against him, arms around his neck as she looked up at him.
“Did you mean it? Every day? What does that even mean?” she asked, yawning when she got to the end.
“It means whatever you want it to mean.”
“That we’re dating?” she asked, her eyes sparkling.
“If dating means spending all my time with you in and out of this bed, then sure. But no lovey-dovey shit in public, I have a reputation to uphold,” he said. She sputtered, then a bellowing laugh fell from her lips. She laughed so hard she fell off his chest. He started laughing too, and pulled her back in before leaving a kiss on her lips. “Who am I kidding? I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”
They spent Saturday in Uki’s bed.
They spent Sunday in Katsuki’s bed.
Monday Uki had dinner plans with Mina, who insisted on making up for her drunkenness at karaoke a few nights prior. She didn’t remember much of anything, and the second Uki was in eyeshot, she started.
“Oh my GOD! What happened? Who was it?” she squealed, her arms flailing as she spotted the numerous love bites that Uki had given up trying to hide. She heard an earful from Moe earlier, she was prepared.
“Hi to you too, Mina.”
“Uki, girl, well? Did you?” she asked excitedly.
“God…yes. More than once,” she said with a grin as Mina fanned herself.
“Did you end up calling Shoji after all?”
“No.”
“Sero?!”
“Nope.”
“Did you go out on Saturday without me and pick up a guy?” Mina asked, shaking her finger at her.
“No, Mina. I did not.”
“Well then who…?” she started to ask, then it looked like the realization finally hit her. She tilted her head to the side and her mouth opened a bit as Uki wrinkled up her nose. “No…way…not Bakugo?”
“Yes, Bakugo. Katsuki, actually,” she said as Mina just stared at her. “We’re dating.”