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Parties were beginning to be a drag. A flute of champagne, new cocktail dress and salon trip was just not worth the boredom anymore. Right out of high school, Ochako found herself entranced by the fancy parties for pro heroes. She would relish the atmosphere and the way each smartly dressed person greeted one another.
Now, not so much. This game of schmoozing got old very quickly for the sole fact that she always ended up a lonely wallflower with a drink in her hand. Sure, when she arrived with her boyfriend, she was cheerful and said hello to everyone they encountered, but after all was said, her hand was let go. She was always left to her own mingling while Deku went around the party to speak to each pro hero in depth. He didn’t mind her being there; he didn’t need her there.
Not like it was his fault…maybe it was. But he was energetic, passionate about heroes, and he vowed to do his best at protecting civilians and heroes alike (even villains sometimes). No, she couldn’t blame him much; she knew how he was when she asked him out. He always hovered over heroes he admired, always wanted to discuss stats and details. He got so caught up that he didn’t realize he was running off without her.
She knew she needed to be like that, too. She should be mingling, maybe making connections, having fun… It was so difficult when all she wanted was to spend time with him. But with each passing party, each month, week, day…hour…she felt herself not caring anymore. Of course, she hurt over it, but what was the point? Not like Deku changed; he was the same personality she knew at U.A. She was the one who didn’t accept him, and that made her all the more deserving of this pain.
So, on New Year's during a fancy party while her high school sweetheart disappeared into the crowd, she stood on an empty balcony with a glass of bubbly. The chill in the air wasn’t too harsh; the fluffy white sweater over her pink cocktail dress was enough. Her short hair collected with pins and clips on the back of her head. Her chocolate eyes were highlighted with black mascara and violet eyeshadow. She had jewelry and sheer tights. She felt pretty but not pretty enough if that made sense.
Not too far away at the wall, Katsuki stared at Uraraka Ochako. She was alone at that balcony for almost all night. He noticed her once but didn’t think twice. Then he noticed again as he talked with a couple of rich losers. And again, when he got his drink…again when he got his second. He took photos like his PR team told him to. He spoke to the right people. He drank his third drink, watching her. He observed how she leaned against the railing, switching pressure on her feet; she stood in those heels in one spot for way too long.
All night, he hadn’t seen Deku next to her, and it really bothered him for some reason. As far as he knew, their relationship was sound. She wasn’t a one night lay, so why ignore her? Maybe he was pissed off that fucking Deku had a relationship at all. Didn’t that idiot nerd want his woman to hang on his arm and praise him? Fuck no, this was Uraraka. She probably refused to follow him like a lost puppy. His bets pointed to her making a plan to wait it out and let Deku come to her.
Katsuki sipped more of his drink, staring shamelessly at the brunette. Her calves sculpted by muscles, her arms toned and delicate. Her skin looked so soft in the lighting, and her silky hair reflected warmth. Deku would ignore such a little hottie like her. Pathetic.
His brain quickly snapped to an idea. He thought about how her gravity worked. He could have sworn he heard about how she could control how high she could float things now. Well, now he had an excuse to go over and discuss it.
“Oi, round face,” the deep voice of Bakugou Katsuki approached her.
She tensed, keeping her eyes forward at the city lights. She always disliked their encounters; it always ended up with him shouting at Deku over nothing. He was so uncouth and irritable, loud and smug. Since he broke the top ten before Deku, she just knew he was going to be insufferable.
The man towered next to her, leaning over the railing of the balcony with a short glass of amber alcohol in his clutch. He smirked down at her, “trying to escape the party, huh?”
Ochako looked to her left to see a handsome black suit with a burnt orange tie. His undercut spiky hair fluttering in the breeze. His loose expression and soft narrowed eyes faced her. He smirked gently, offering her a chance to speak before he did again. Why did the lighting of the party leak onto his face like warm gold?
“Hey, Bakugou,” she managed to huff out. Nope, he wasn’t as handsome as she noticed. She was just lonely. Anyone would look good. But she let a smile slip, “congrats on rank nine.”
His grin stretched wryly, “let Deku try to catch me now. What a fucking loser. Rank eleven. Fucking waste. He needs to get his head on straight.”
There it was…
“Not everyone cares about ranks. Deku does it to help people,” she said, feeling somewhat superior.
He scoffed, “don’t I wish he did. It’d be way more fun to beat his ass then.”
She rolled her eyes, “did you come over to talk shit about my boyfriend or did you need something?”
“Damn, cheeks,” he muttered, looking out at the city. He paused before saying, “I needed some air. This tie is choking me, and there’s too many damn people. Every fucking person here has tried to shake my hand, and I’m done.” Wait, that wasn’t the reason why he was there. Why did he say that?
“Let me help then, you jerk,” she smirked, hooking her finger over the knot of his tie. She gently wiggled it down to loosen it a good amount.
Touching wasn’t something he liked at all. If it wasn’t Eijirou, he wasn’t comfortable. Each time someone did it without warning, his lungs skipped a breath and dizzied his head. And the flashes of being hit and slapped flooded his courage, drowning it down to fight mode.
He lightly smacked her hand away, “don’t touch me. Who knows what kind of diseases that nerd gave you.” Who cares if she was going to get pissed; he didn’t want to be touched.
She snapped at him, “we were both virgins!”
He nearly choked on his spit laughing into his sleeve. “Oh my fuck! That’s hilarious! I meant like rabies or something!” Okay, that made up for her startling him.
Her face lit like fire. She tried to stick her head over the balcony as much as she could. “How embarrassing!”
Cute… He leaned over it, too, “aww, that’s sweet. Two little virgin nerds in love. What a fucking joke. You telling me you didn’t respond to guys asking you out?” He knew that innocent Ochako wasn’t the type to hand out free blow jobs or ride a dick between class and work study, but messing with her was just too good.
She whipped her face towards him with a hiss, “shut up! I barely got any offers, and my heart belonged to Deku! Not all of us wanted to screw around like you.”
Belonged? Did he hear that right or did she make a mistake? Interesting. He scoffed again, “yeah, no. I wasn’t fucking anyone in U.A. That time was reserved for hero training only.”
She rolled her eyes, “and you do it plenty now. I heard the rumors.”
Oh, so the rumors were about how many women he banged? How many was it now? Handful? Handful and a half? He really didn’t have the time nor the willpower to seek out lays. He stared at her for a moment before grinning wryly again, “oh, I’m sorry. Do you want a turn, too?”
Could flesh burn hotter than this from a blush? She didn’t think so. Shuddering, she muttered lowly, “no thanks. Can you just leave me alone?”
She was too easy! He enjoyed talking to her more than he thought he would. He remembered her getting plenty flustered in school, and the few times they did speak, she had some bite but blushing betrayed her. She was a fire ready for kindling.
“And let you stand here alone?” he asked. She glanced at him again; he was staring up at the sky now. “You been here for a while now. I noticed because you’re usually bouncing around with someone. But your friends aren’t here tonight, huh? No one to hang on?”
She frowned, “I don’t know anyone here personally enough to have fun with.”
“Not only is Deku a fucking waste of talent, but he’s a fucking waste of a boyfriend, too.” What a fucking joke. Deku had a pretty firework that he could show off and have a good time with, but he didn’t utilize her.
“Don’t talk about him like that. I’m so sick of it,” she sighed. What was with this bastard? Was his life’s mission to torture Deku forever?
Of course, she’s pissed. He wasn’t shocked. This little hopeless romantic wrapped around Deku’s finger without question. He recalled just how she tried her best to be in the idiot’s inner circle and failed to get him to look at her, like really look at her. Such a damn shame. He sipped his drink, “whatever.”
She really didn’t want to be alone anymore, and this was better than nothing. So instead of telling him to get lost, she gave up on the battle. “Are you here with anyone?” she asked. No telling what kind of partner he was into. She figured a model body with shiny hair and tons of makeup. Maybe a pretty bitch to wait on him hand and foot, suck his dick on a dime, praise him, never leave even when he verbally abused her.
“I never bring anyone to these stupid events,” he answered. “Well, I let Eijirou tag along if he wants to, but he’s usually busy on the days I’m not.”
Ochako’s eyes widened. He really didn’t bring anybody? He was there alone? Why wouldn’t he? He was handsome. He had an ego way too big to not have a girl or two on his arm. Then again, he was probably there for the same reason as Deku, except he was smart enough to leave his arm candy at home to spare her feelings.
“But it’s new year’s. You gotta have a date on new year’s,” was all she could say without hounding him with questions.
“I don’t gotta do anything I don’t want to.” As if he would bring along a woman just to have one as a date to this shit. New year’s was stupid. The part was stupid. Everyone there was stupid…well almost everyone.
“How do you manage alone? There are so many people and no one to talk to,” she hummed.
That was a perfect way of putting it. Water, water everywhere and not enough to drink.
He smirked, “easy. I don’t talk to anyone who can’t progress my career. I’ve hit the few board members here, took a few pictures, and I’m done.”
How could she be like that? Was it a lack of courage? “Why are you still here?” she asked.
Shrugging his shoulders, “was about to leave, but then I saw you over here alone.”
Her face warmed again, “so what?”
“Had an idea. You want to get lost with me?”
“Are you a-asking me to bang y-you?” she stammered out.
He nearly spit out his drink and laughed, “you and me?!” He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his suit, “come on now. I just have an idea I wanted to fucking try.” How cute was she planning on being?! At U.A. this would have drove him to the edge of insanity, but watching this beast of a hero get flustered was too much fun.
“What kind of idea?” she muttered, trying to avoid eye contact. Yep, if she just changed the subject, it would all go away.
He pointed upward silently.
She shrugged in confusion, “what? Look, Bakugou… I’m not leaving. I need to be here for the countdown.”
“It’s in a fucking hour, cheeks,” he rolled his eyes. “Come on,” he ordered, setting his drink down. He took hers to do the same. Resistance? Nope. He took control and told her what they were doing, just like how he interacted with most people.
She watched nervously as he climbed onto the railing and balanced, “Bakugou, you are going to fall. You don’t seem absolutely sober.”
Well, he wasn’t one hundred percent sober, but he was level-headed enough to use his quirk if he did stumble. He bent his knees and hopped once, landing with easy balance despite his dress shoes. “I’m good.” He held out his hand at her.
Her hesitation hit as she looked back at the party. No one noticed.
“Bet then,” he smirked. “If dumbass Deku looks for you before ten minutes to midnight, I’ll pay for any five-star dinner you want.” There ya go, cheeks. Incentive in the form of rich taste for a poor girl.
“Why are you being…not awful?” she asked, instantly liking the idea.
Of course, it worked. Of course, she didn’t realize he was poking fun of her. He was way too good at manipulation. “Because I am seriously wanting to do this. I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t know the outcome,” he said, wiggling his fingers at her. She had better take the offer because he was ready to be touched not. She didn’t know how honored she should be.
She sighed, looking back for another moment before taking his firm grip. She was shocked at how easily he lifted her up onto the balcony.
“Float us,” he told her, which she did right away.
Her eyes widened as he tugged her against him when they drifted upwards. He used his foot to kick from the building and a small blast from his free hand to send them up. Accidentally, she hugged his sturdy torso until they hovered above the roof of the eight-story building. She released them to land onto the flat, concrete roof.
That was weird. He felt weird. Holding her for that brief moment…he could smell strawberries and lotion, makeup and hairspray. Her body so curvy but so small. Her breasts pressed against him so softly. And her skin, so so smooth. Being with quite a few different model-level women never gave him the same feeling. This was exciting, new, kinda…great. Was it because she was a hot bitch? Because he knew her in U.A.? Because he respected her as a strong hero?
She noticed that he spaced out for a moment, “Baku-”
He let her go but took her hand to lead her to the edge to face the building across the street. It was a shorter one by two stories. He pointed to it, “okay, get on my back. I’m going to jump at the count of three. I want to see how fast we can float up without my quirk. I want you to show me how much you can fluctuate it.”
She gaped, “what the hell?! This is what you want to do? This is so stupid. Of course I can fluctuate it as much as I want.”
He answered in a matter-of-fact tone, “I want to see how fast you can float a teammate without relying on their quirk to enhance yours-”
“I don’t need other quirks for mine to work, jerkface. And I don’t work with you.”
“You don’t want to try it? Scared I won’t approve?” he teased.
“Let’s get it over with,” she huffed, hopping onto his back. Why did she agree? Why was she curious?
He tucked his hands under her knees and trotted as far away as he could before sprinting forward. “Float as soon as I kick off the building-”
“I know, I know!” she cut him off. Her heart flipped as he leaped from the edge. They floated straight up. She let all gravity disperse from them, but it still wasn’t very fast. He was going to be disappointed.
He laughed out, “cheeks, this is not bad at all!”
“I am badass,” she laughed, too. There, she had to agree and psyche herself up.
“Hell, I thought we’d be slower,” he said. His voice was so scratch and gruff like always, but there was something about how the dimming sounds of the city faded behind his words. “Keep us floating, I want to go crazy with this shit.”
She clung to him right before he blasted into the night. How was he not freezing?! The thin air was icy all the way to the bone. The only way she wasn’t a Urakcicle was the burning warmth of his explosions. She noticed how they grew and shrank in size depending on his direction. He always had such a grip on his quirk.
Katsuki felt his passenger’s cold fingers gripping his suit. He really liked the way her arms and legs circled around him like a koala. It was just to fucking adorable. This was the most fun he had in a while…outside of hero work. And her antigravity was amazing for his quirk. He felt like he could orbit the earth with this speed.
Ochako cheered, “I’ve never gone so fast in my life! Even better than a rollercoaster!”
“Do you know how intimidating I could be if I had your quirk, too?!” he shouted, looping upside down.
She laughed, hugging his neck, “this is amazing!”
He let a laugh slip, too.
Ochako gasped after a while, “hey! Stop for a minute! I gotta check my phone!”
He could barely hear her, but she was saying something. He let his explosions stopped, and they glided fast until Katsuki let a few pops in the opposite direction to slow them down. He glanced over his shoulder, “what? I’m having a good time here.”
She checked, but Deku hadn’t texted or called yet, and it was almost midnight. That ache in her heart returned, and her eyes couldn’t look away from the screen. Why… She sighed deeply, seeing her frosty breath. Then she felt shivering as they slowly drifted upside down through the air. He was shivering?! She flipped over his shoulders to face him, “aw, are you cold?”
His ears, cheeks, and nose were pink, and his teeth chattered. How fucking traitorous this body was to him. He hated the cold, and the cold hated him. Of course he was freezing! He hugged himself, glaring at her smile. “The fuck you think?” he bit out.
She touched her own face, feeling the ice. “Yeah, me too.” She grinned as her teeth chattered, too, “but this was fun. We should do it again this summer or spring. This was the worst time.”
He smirked, rubbing his shoulders, “oh really? You’re inviting me to go floating with you. Sounds like I’m scheduling a fucking playdate.”
She huffed, “I would speak wisely, sir. I have the power in this situation. You could totally freeze up here if I let you. Imagine DynaMight frozen to death due to a little quirk malfunction. Whoops.”
His heart hitched. The bite in her threat, her expression. Fuck, why was she up there with him instead of her shithead boyfriend. Did Deku really not know what he had with this bitch?! He grinned mischievously, “holy hell, round face. I didn’t know you had such a dark side. That’s pretty hot.” Yeah, he meant that last part.
And her face would have filled with color if she wasn’t so freaking cold. Why would he call her hot?! “Watch it!” she snapped. No, this was the altitude and temperature pushing her to swoon. Or was it the attention? Either way, this wasn’t good. And Bakugou Katsuki of all people? She tucked her phone back into her pocket and frowned. “We should go back.”
He noticed just how down she looked all of a sudden. He assumed Deku hadn’t contacted her, and after being distracted for a couple of minutes, she let it sink in. He had no idea what time it was, but an hour could drain all too quickly. “Almost midnight?” he asked.
She nodded, “eleven minutes.”
Okay, he didn’t feel bad for the majority of people in his life. When Eijirou got bad news or sulked, sure he would pat him on the back and talk about it with him. When Mina, Denki, Hanta, or Kyouka got sad, he’d hang out if they wanted him to. Shouto drowning in his everlasting depression, he wouldn’t give him a hard time at all. Man, fuck everyone else, though.
Yet, little miss gravity looked absolutely crushed. Fuck…
“Looks like I’m going to win the bet,” he smirked.
She pouted, “I guess…”
Fuck.
She was really going to force him to be nice to her. He couldn’t take that pathetic look in beautiful eyes any longer-fuck. Her eyes weren’t that pretty, especially not in the moonlight sky above the city lights. It’s not like they were the tenderest chocolate brown he had ever seen. They were just eyes…sparkling, defined by her long lashes. Fuck! Nope. Not a good idea to make a move on her of all people. He respected her too much. She was Uravity for fuck’s sake. Besides, he wasn’t going to fuck over Deku again; he was past being a bully. And he vowed never to cheat or sleep with a cheater. That shit wasn’t cool. No matter how cute or round or pretty-
Ochako snapped her fingers a couple of times, “hey, Bakugou, you’re spacing. You okay?”
“I’m FINE!” he snapped.
Was she wrong to think he was staring deeply into her eyes. He didn’t look like he was spacing out at all; she just needed to play it off. His eyes were too intent, his expression focused and thoughtful. It was placid and gentle. He was looking at her.
He huffed, feeling himself shivering, “it’s still cold.”
She nodded, “yeah, let’s go get warm.” She smirked, releasing her quirk from them. They free fell like shooting stars plummeting to earth. Her eyes could barely watch as he aimed for her; icy wind caused her to continuously blink.
He shouted at her, “is this a game?!”
“What?!” she asked.
“Bet I get closer to the ground without using my quirk!” he shouted.
A game. Well, that sounded fun and exciting. “You’re on!” she shouted back. She made it a little interesting by turning her face to earth and pressing her limbs against her body. Faster and faster she shot down. Katsuki grabbed her arm and tossed her over his shoulder. She screamed, “CHEATER!”
He turned to face her as they kept falling, “do something about it, cheeks!”
She smirked, working up some spit. Nah, she shouldn’t spit on him. Hm…guess the only option was to go longer than he did. She crossed her arms, still falling headfirst. And the more he scowled, the more she did nothing. He figured it out, relaxing, too. He had to just keep an eye on the ground, explode just before he would splat on the concrete.
Finally, the top of a building came into close view. Katsuki glanced at her, and she smiled. Her confidence was so endearing. As the distance shrank, he knew he wasn’t going to win. He needed to be further from the concrete so as not to damage the building.
And it happened. He had to stop himself while Ochako activated her quirk only a few feet from the roof. Her body bounced up, breaking all of her speed, before she deactivated it again to step down safely. She inhaled the warmth of his explosions in the winter air. He landed from a higher distance.
“FUCK!”
She giggled, “it was a bad match up for you.”
He actually smirked at her, “don’t get a big head over it, you smug bitch.” He shivered.
She shivered, too, “ugh, I think my bones are frozen. But at least it was fun.”
“Oh, you mean, this is better than standing alone, waiting for that shithead to act like you’re dating?” he huffed playfully.
She shivered, “shut up.”
“Nah, I get it. Going to these things alone and leaving alone is a damn waste,” he muttered as he walked to the edge. He glanced around, “especially when you don’t want to go at all. Not many single ladies to choose from at these fucking things. Is a handout too much to ask for my trouble?”
She giggled at his joke, “did you grow a sense of humor, Bakugou?”
“Fuck off. Eijirou says I’m funny as all hell,” he spat. “Can’t help it if we never interact.”
“It’s still so weird that you and Kirishima are so close,” she hummed.
He scowled, “the fuck is that supposed to mean?! We’ve always been close.”
“I guess, it’s hard to remember a lot of you two in school,” she giggled. “We never hung out really. Maybe a few times we interacted, but overall, I was…” When she trailed off, it was because of the thought of Deku, too. Katsuki had calmed down so much by their third year, and by the third, Izuku was so deep in his own dream that he barely had attention to say yes to dating her.
Katsuki seemed to notice how she didn’t end her thought. “Don’t be a downer, round face.” Fuck, why couldn’t she just chill?
She stared out at the city, feeling a bit strange. This was only loneliness, but… It felt like she was over a hump already, like she was on her way to being done.
He scowled, irritated at her frown, “want to go back or wait for me to win the bet?”
“You won, just screw it. I’m not going to run to him tonight. I’m so tired of doing that like a little desperate woman…” she muttered.
“Poor baby,” he smirked. He elbowed her, “glad to see you’re coming around to your worth.”
She glanced at him, quickly taking in his soft features in the city lights. He seemed like he really was having a nice time. “So, what did you win again?” she smirked back.
Oh, shit. He was so sure that nerd would look for her that he didn’t mention a prize for himself. His eyes glanced over the brunette; what in the world could she give him? Or do for him? Did he want anything from her at all? His eyes cut to the sky then to the skyline.
She giggled, “you don’t know, do you? Don’t worry. You can let me know when your brain works.”
He sneered at her, “don’t talk like that to me!”
“Oh, forgive me,” she snickered. Teasing him was fun. She remembered how most of the class would purposefully get on his nerves in school. He was just as explosive as he was back then.
“Hey, stop fucking laughing at me,” he shivered. His phone buzzed in his pocket. When he took it out, he snorted like he was annoyed.
“What?” she asked.
He shrugged, texting back, “just Eijirou.” His friend was too persistent with holidays. If he didn’t text back ‘happy new year,’ he would get a call. He spoke again when he put his phone away, “little over two minutes until midnight.” Shit, stupid fucking Deku…
Her mood tanked. Deku didn’t care… She shivered, too. “It’s whatever.”
She looked so sad, disappointed. Could he really let her feel that way? Or was this a challenge to cheer her up, do something Deku failed at tonight. “Heh, I’ll make ya an offer,” he started.
Sighing, she glanced up at him, “yeah, what?” There was no telling what he was going to say, but she didn’t have high hopes.
Now Katsuki was the type of person who said what he wanted to whom he wanted. If a hot bitch across the room kept giving him bedroom eyes, he would suggest they fuck. Most of the time, his moves earned him a swing, verbal assault, or being asked to leave. Who cared, though. He was honest, and he couldn’t apologize for that shit.
“You wanted Deku to kiss you at midnight, right? You women love that shit,” he smirked.
“Can you not make fun of me anymore?” she muttered. What a dick.
What an idiot. He needed to spell it out for her?
He hesitantly held out his hand to her, “I’ll kiss you, but I’m only offering once.” Suddenly he felt anxious. He’d never kissed someone on a special occasion. He never dated; fucked some ladies, sure. So he never had someone outside a hotel to do things like this with. Now it felt really important…like she was special. He had no idea why he was doing this. Uraraka Ochako always seemed so badass and strong. Seeing her now, upset and genuinely sad, his heart guided him to this point. His cold, unapologetic locked up heart peeked through at this pretty creature; he couldn’t let her keep feeling this way.
She sniffled the cold back into her nose, “kiss you? At midnight?”
“Deku ain’t gonna do it. That’s for fucking sure.”
Bakugou Katsuki kissing her?! What world was she in right now? But she didn’t hate the idea. He had been kind of fun, and even though she didn’t want anyone to talk shit about her boyfriend, she felt a little less constricted as he did it.
She started at his hand reaching for hers, beckoning for her to be bad with him. It was just a kiss, a new year kiss, tradition more than anything. She touched his fingers, sliding her palm flush against his. Calloused by his quirk, strong and warm. Her icy fingers softened in his grasp.
Fireworks burst in the sky. Oh no, midnight! She made a move to quickly kiss him, but grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her lips to his. Even his lips were warm. Placing her hands onto his chest, she closed her eyes, relaxing into the kiss. Fireworks popped in the distance. She wouldn’t have witnessed them at the party.
Katsuki wanted to run now. Anxiety gripped his throat and drummed in his ears. Her lips were like ice. She was way too cold, just like him. He had to get her inside. He had to break this fucking kiss. When she touched his suit and loosened her tense shoulders, he couldn’t seem to stop. He wanted to dip his tongue past her teeth and bite her lip. They were chapped, also softening the longer their lips stuck together.
He wrapped his arms around her as more fireworks flourished in the sky. She was so cold; he wanted to make her feel better. But why?
She noticed how he didn’t deepen the kiss. He didn’t try to take advantage. Then again, why did she think he would? Because he was crude, disrespectful to mostly everyone. But he wasn’t a bad guy…well…an asshole maybe. But he wasn’t a creep or a villain. He was a hero, honest and ambitious. He wasn’t going to take advantage.
When she pulled away from the kiss, she noticed that his eyes were soft and almost lustful. Her heart grabbed the blissful daze on his face. Looking at him like this after kissing her…so…gentle. She almost wanted another kiss, but that would be going too far.
Oh no… Katsuki felt sick in the pit of his stomach. Fucking fuck… He liked it. No, he really fucking liked it. It wasn’t a spark but more like a lit candle turning over to obliterate a house in flames. His heart pounded, his head light, the cold melting from his body. The feel of her body against his, her hands on his chest, her delicate lips wet and pouty. They didn’t even push past a simple kiss, but it was the best one he ever had. All the tonguing he shared with random women was nothing compared to this.
Even now her doe eyes looking into his red ones made him want to blow off some explosions and bang his head against concrete. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the fuck? And fucking Uraraka of all people. Fuck, if she wasn’t taken already, he would suggest they have breakfast in the morning-WHAT no. No, that’s not the kind of man he was. He didn’t take women out to enjoy their company. But this was Uraraka.
No no no, calm down. This had nothing to do with if she liked him or not. This was just a simple traditional new year kiss. She took his offer, because Deku never asked for her. She wanted to enjoy new year’s. That’s it. He was there. Anyone else in his position, offering…would have been the same. Fuck… Now he felt embarrassed like a child reading too much into something so simple.
“Are you okay?” she asked quietly, her frozen breath seeping into the air.
“Yeah why?” he didn’t snap, didn’t shout, didn’t curse.
She pointed at his hand, “your palms are smoking.”
He brought them up, seeing the sizzling smoke rising. Fuck, this happened when he was overwhelmed. Fuck, anxiety and fucking sick head. Fuck fuck fuck!
“Hey! Why don’t you blast off a few explosions into the air?” she suggested as she looked at the pretty fireworks. “Bet people down there will love seeing that right now.”
Again he didn’t act like a dick about it. Was it beneath him? Fuck yes, but the kiss was so filling that he found it hard to say no to her. “Fine, but after this, we’re going inside. I’m dying.”
“Me too!” she whined.
He raised his hands an angle to the sky. He needed to blast away some of his sweat anyway. It made his palms cold. Explosions burst from the sweat and boomed in the air almost like a firework.
The hot wind from his quirk reminded her how a warm-blooded creature could feel again. She grinned as he kept shooting them off until he was out of sweat. His palms smoked in the aftermath. Then she shivered again. Damn it, she didn’t want it to end.
He dragged his fingers through his spiky hair, “okay, we’re both going to be sick as hell. Back to the party we go.”
“Then what?” she asked.
“Then I’m going home,” he scoffed. “Why are you asking? I’m not your fucking keeper.”
That’s true.
She took out her phone and noticed new messages…seven of them. And five calls. Her ringer was off.
Deku<3: where are you? You’re not in the room.
Deku<3: It’s a couple minutes until midnight.
Deku<3: I got champagne to drink.
Deku<3: I’m getting worried now. Checked the everywhere. Apparently you’re not in the ladies’ room. I asked someone to check, so I’m hoping you’re not in there hiding from me. I don’t understand why you would be mad, but I’m sorry?
Deku<3: please answer me.
Deku<3: Ochako, are you okay? I just looked around again. I looked outside the room, too.
Deku<3: Ochako please call me. Did you go home???
She felt oddly disappointed when she saw it was her boyfriend asking where she was. She frowned for a moment before realizing that Katsuki was gazing at her. Cutting her eyes at him, she spoke quietly, “heh, he texted and called before midnight. You lose.”
“Like I give a shit. My wallet is deep enough to buy you a fancy ass dinner,” he shrugged. “No big deal,” his voice was so calm, “I’m over this party anyway, and getting this little experiment out of the way can put at least one nagging thought out of my damn head.” Stupid, stupid…fucking stupid.
Why did her heart clench so? He was so gentle right now; it was nice. And the way the spoke was so…she couldn’t describe it. He sounded disappointed? His tone betrayed his words.
“I have a better idea,” she started softly, touching her dainty palm against his arm.
He jerked his arm away, feeling his eye twitch at the unexpected touch. The way her eyes were sparkling warded away the need to snap at her. He smirked, “Better idea? Are you trying to bang me?”
She burst into laughter at his teasing. Her ears filled with his laughing, too. She didn’t know that Katsuki was capable of genuine fun. She giggled, looking at his face…the way his white teeth grinned, and his eyes squeezed shut.
The way she could laugh it off and not be disgusted at the sheer boldness of his joke now gave him hope to see this cute bitch again. He shouldn’t want that, but fuck, Eijirou did always nag him to make more friends. Maybe that would be something.
“Instead of the dinner,” she started again in a breathless voice, “cook for me.”
YES! Fuck, chill. His crooked smile only restarted his laughter, “you think you’re fucking worthy of my cooking?!”
“HEY!” she snapped, stamping her heel. “You used to cook back in school a lot. Your cooking was great, and you let me have some then-”
“That was high school, cheeks,” he chuckled. “You know how much I’ve improved? A meal cooked by me is worth a hell of a lot more than some five-star restaurant.”
“That ego and smug arrogance hasn’t changed at all,” she sighed. But it was super cute in this setting. “How about I sweeten the deal?”
“Don’t like sweets,” he muttered. Sweet…he bet she tasted sweet.
“You’re serious about not cooking for me? Bakuuuuugou!” she whined. She knew he was lying. It was written all over his face.
“Ugh!” He huffed, “fine. Damn. But if you want my cooking, you’d have to come over to my place.”
“Really? Cool!” she grinned.
His heart welled pleasure from pleasing her.
The phone in her hands pinged again. She accidentally groaned, “ugh, yes Deku. I’m coming.” She quickly texted back that she would be right there. When she looked back at the blond, his gaze seemed…gentle?
“That is hilarious,” his gruff voice seeped into the calm air. “You annoyed by that dumbass…hysterical.”
Her tongue stuck out at him, “shut it.”
He smirked once more, “just for that reaction to his damn text, I’ll cook the finest for you. What do you want?” She’ll be grinning her head off when she eats.
Her smile returned, “really?! Just nothing spicy.”
“Fine. I’ll let you know when I have a night off. Just know that Eijirou will probably be around to eat a huge portion, so you better be on time, damn it.”
“Sure, of course!” she grinned.
Her lips were looking a bit blue; she was freezing of course. He wanted to kick himself when he shucked off his suit jacket. He quickly and roughly threw it on her shoulders, “here. Gonna be even colder when we make our way back.”
She stared at him with wide eyes. First of all, holy shit. Bakugou just gave her his jacket even though he was just as cold as she was. How generous… Secondly, holy shit, the jacket was warm! And thirdly, if he was going to do this, why didn’t he do it earlier?! She was dying over here. What the hell?
But still…it was nice. It smelled amazing…like smokey caramel with a hint of spice scratching at her nose and a sweet cologne. His scent…so sweet. Snaking her arms through the sleeves, she inhaled deeply. This was… This was just… Such a wonderful feeling. She couldn’t possibly describe it. Or rather she didn’t want to describe it, because this was a very similar feeling to any affection Deku gave to her when they started dating.
He turned his back to her, “come on.”
She hopped on and pressed her face against his back. He smelled amazing there, too. Especially his neck.
Wait…
What?!
No, she was caught up in their nice time and kissing as fireworks flowered in her heart-in the sky! In the sky! It was pure appreciation for a romantic setting like in the movies. That’s all it was. Could have been anyone. Could have been Tenya or Shouto or… No, those two wouldn’t dare challenge her relationship and never even think about kissing her. It had to be Bakugou. It was Bakugou.
When they were back on the railing on the balcony, he waited for her to land onto solid ground before joining her. She took off his jacket, handing it to him.
Draping his jacket over his arm, he picked up his drink, thankful it was still there.
She put her hand over it quickly, “don’t!”
He blinked a bit shocked at her reaction.
“Never pick your drink back up after you left it alone at a party,” she told him seriously.
He arched a brow, “you serious, round face?”
She nodded sternly, “we’re heroes! Don’t you ever think about that?”
“It does make sense that someone would want to drug me. I am a fucking sexy catch,” he joked.
With a roll of her eyes, she looked at her phone again, “shut up. Guess I’ll wait for your call then.”
“I don’t have your damn number,” he said, sipping his drink anyway.
“Oh,” she hummed. “Sorry. Put it in your phone?”
He fished his phone from his pocket, unlocked it then held it out it out to her.
Her heart clenched again when their fingers brushed. She had to keep her smile in check.
“Oh my gosh! What happened to this thing?!” she snapped as she stared at the phone in her hand. The screen was cracked in three places. The black case was scuffed, melted on the side, and dented.
“I get fucking angry, okay?!” he bit out. Why bother saying he dropped it when he threw it.
A nervous smile graced her lips, “I feel like if I touch the screen, it’ll cut my finger.”
He didn’t want to warn her that she might. He did sometimes. “Don’t be so dramatic. Just put your fucking number in before I change my mind,” he took the last sip of his drink.
She carefully opened his contacts and added her number. She entered her name as RoundFace; it was sentimental after he called her that so much in school. She then texted herself with his name, so she would have his number, too. “Okay, just text or call,” she said, holding it out to him.
He took it back and smirked at her name, “I half expected you to write your name, Uraraka. I’m fucking proud of you for knowing you’ll always be round face to me.”
She giggled again.
“Hey Pommy!” a chipper voice entered the balcony. It was Camie in a tight, white dress with her caramel hair twisted up in the latest style.
Katsuki turned his attention from Ochako and scowled at the girl, “Well, shit. I avoided you on purpose.”
Camie batted her eyes as she lunged at him playfully, but he dodged, grabbing her forearm to resist her.
Ochako wanted to warn her about his temper because he looked totally bothered.
“Savage af, baby.” She looked at the other brunette. “Hey girl, I remember your pretty face for real. D’s girl, right?”
“D?” Ochako muttered.
“She has a name. Uraraka,” Katsuki huffed. “But yeah, she’s Deku’s little girlfriend.”
Ochako’s heart almost melted. But she couldn’t let him get away with that last part. She held up her fist to threaten him, “don’t call me little!”
He smirked again, “you want a fight, cheeks, I’ll oblige.”
“Nooooo,” Camie cooed, “we gotta be bougie and fancy here!” She shook her hand from him, “but I knew I saw you, Bakuboo! Didn’t know you would be here!”
Ow…Ochako’s heart hurt for some reason.
“Don’t fucking call me that! That enough is a damn good excuse to avoid you.” He chuckled smugly, “and if you don’t stop, Uraraka’s going to be jealous.”
Ochako blushed, “WHATEVER!”
He snickered.
Camie giggled, too. “Girl, don’t sweat it! I totally wouldn’t take ya side piece if that’s what’s going down. Of course, I’d like to get banged by Bakuboo.”
“I SAID DON’T CALL ME THAT!” he snapped again.
Camie laughed, “but no cap! I don’t like the bad boy type. Respectin’ sweetie pies are my thing!”
Katsuki rolled his eyes like he had enough of her.
Ochako snapped, “he’s not my side piece! We are friends!”
Katsuki’s interest perked again, “are we?”
“Then there’s no beef,” Camie winked, jokingly. “Let’s all get lit, Uraragurl, KittyKat.”
“I told you not to fucking call me that!” he snapped with the same fury as Ochako.
“I won’t call ya that again,” she said. “But like it’s not my fault your name works with lots of nicknames, boo. And Mi comes up with some great ones, too!”
Mi? Ochako wondered if this girl and other girls were friends with him. She felt isolated again, lost, the third wheel.
Camie waved her hand up and down, “you wanna join, girl, just come over to the drink table. I left a guy there, so I gotta go back.”
As she hurried away, Katsuki rolled his eyes again, “yeah, it’s time to go home. Fuck this shit. See you later, cheeks.”
Ochako frowned, “yeah, just um…text me.”
“If you get sick of that shithead ignoring you, kick his ass. You got my number now. Call me when you beat the shit out of him. I’ll help. It’ll be fun,” he smirked.
“Ochako! Kaachan!” Deku hurried up to them. He grabbed her hands, “where were you? Did you go outside? You’re cold!”
She wanted to look at the blond and beg him with her eyes not to tell Deku what happened. “I um…needed some fresh air.”
Deku frowned then spoke to the other, “where were you two?”
She froze. Oh no…
Katsuki snapped, “why the hell are you lumping me together with her? I was deepthroating some bitch in the hallway.”
Her eyes widened, observing how he lied so easily. He never lied, and she wasn’t expecting him to do it for her. Maybe lie by omission, but this? He was way too honest for that. So why?
Deku frowned, deadpanning his expression, “ugh, Kaachan, don’t say things like that. It’s so rude.”
He shrugged, “you wanted to know.”
“I didn’t ask for-” Deku started.
Katsuki smirked wryly, “why not? You were fucking Uraraka’s mouth with yours, right? Or do you pussy around with a new year’s kiss?”
Deku frowned, “don’t talk like that in front of her. And no, I couldn’t find her. Definitely wasn’t going to kiss her like that at a party. Have some tact-”
Katsuki snatched his tie, jerking him forward, “you wanna finish that thought, shithead?”
Ochako’s shoulders tensed up, “okay, let’s chill. It’s not that big of a deal. I was getting some fresh air, Deku.”
The green-haired man jerked his tie back, “fine.” He took Ochako’s hand, “I want you to meet the x-ray hero X-Rei. She’s a great rescue hero from Kyoto.”
“Yeah, sure,” Ochako agreed, walking with him. She turned her head to see Katsuki smirking, waving his fingers at her in such a smug, condescending way. She wrinkled her nose, sticking her tongue out at him.
His finger hooked his lip, showing off his canines as he stuck his tongue out back while flipping her off.
She smirked, too, turning back and sticking her middle finger at him behind her back. She owed him big time for not spilling. Deku would have been upset if he knew she ‘ignored’ his texts and calls and kissed the blond instead. But being around Bakugou Katsuki was a lot more fun than she thought.
Not long after he melted at Ochako’s middle finger aimed at him, Katsuki was in his car with the heat on. He felt…relaxed. He wasn’t drunk or tipsy. It felt like blazing a joint and taking one puff. He was going to cook her the best he had to offer. He was going to make it so fancy and expensive. She was going to flip her shit. The minutes drained away as he daydreamed of how impressed she was going to be.
Then again, why did he anticipate it so much? She said they were friends, but that wasn’t true. But they could be friends if she could stand his attitude and personality for longer than less than an hour. No way she could put up with him after a dinner.
Oh well, it was nice spending time with someone who wasn’t looking for sex or clout or even a job. She didn’t call him stupid nicknames. And she seemed to like banter with him. She took his words gracefully, sensing a joke and joking back. She was pretty good at standing up to him, and he loved a challenge. Of course, she was strong-minded. She was Uravity.
And she didn’t look half bad. He groaned, scrubbing his face quickly. Fuck it, she was beautiful in that stupid pink dress. He’d love to bang one out with her. Fuck, no. Deku’s girl. Izuku’s girl. He couldn’t do another horrible thing to that little shit.
Besides…a girl like that would never see him that way. The good girls, the loyal, gorgeous, funny, caring girls didn’t flock to him. He was stuck with gold-digging, sluts with plastic boobs and heavy makeup. It just wasn’t fun to fuck anyone anymore. He was bored with the types he always found. That’s why it was so crazy that he felt so intrigued and attracted to cute little Uraraka. Damn it, it would pass through his mind quickly enough. He would be fine.
Me: I’m sick as a dog.
Bakugou: Yeah. Me too. Thanks a lot.