He just couldn’t help himself sometimes.
Uraraka was fucking hot, and exactly his type.
Fuck, he was screwed.
He just couldn’t help himself sometimes.
Uraraka was fucking hot, and exactly his type.
Fuck, he was screwed.
Turns out, he doesn’t want Ochako to leave. Ever.
Even if that does mean he’s off his rocker.
Turns out, he doesn’t want Ochako to leave. Ever.
Even if that does mean he’s off his rocker.
“Cheeks! I’m gonna burn you if you don’t tap out soon!”
“Then burn me baby!”
“W-what?”
“Cheeks! I’m gonna burn you if you don’t tap out soon!”
“Then burn me baby!”
“W-what?”
He was funny, in his own sort of Bakugou way. He also spoke with purpose, as if every word and thought were important. He also treated her words as such, his intense gaze giving her his undivided attention as he clearly absorbed every nonsensical thing she often rambled about.
He was funny, in his own sort of Bakugou way. He also spoke with purpose, as if every word and thought were important. He also treated her words as such, his intense gaze giving her his undivided attention as he clearly absorbed every nonsensical thing she often rambled about.
“T-t-t-twinsies…?” She managed.
"...Hah?" he said with a squint.
“…The two of us...same outfit…kind-of…Y’know?”
“T-t-t-twinsies…?” She managed.
"...Hah?" he said with a squint.
“…The two of us...same outfit…kind-of…Y’know?”
But Bakugou didn't miss a beat. "ARE YOU STUPID? YOU REALLY THINK IF I WAS DATING URARAKA FUCKING OCHAKO I'D BE TRYING TO HIDE IT?"
But Bakugou didn't miss a beat. "ARE YOU STUPID? YOU REALLY THINK IF I WAS DATING URARAKA FUCKING OCHAKO I'D BE TRYING TO HIDE IT?"
“You remind me of the moon.”
The comment made Ochako snap her head at him.
“What?”
He looked down at her with a smirk, “Yeah, it’s just as round as your cheeks”
“You remind me of the moon.”
The comment made Ochako snap her head at him.
“What?”
He looked down at her with a smirk, “Yeah, it’s just as round as your cheeks”
Miraculously, he actually finished before class ended.
He consistently scored at the top their class, and yet possessed so little wisdom.
Truly bafflingly.
Miraculously, he actually finished before class ended.
He consistently scored at the top their class, and yet possessed so little wisdom.
Truly bafflingly.
Love is never far from Bakugou’s mind: he had it, he lost it, and now he’s losing it.
Love is never far from Bakugou’s mind: he had it, he lost it, and now he’s losing it.
[Ocha_ochu]: First off, rude. Second, screw off. Mochi is real food, you uncultured swine.
Uncultured swine?
Him?
The fucking audacity.
[Ocha_ochu]: First off, rude. Second, screw off. Mochi is real food, you uncultured swine.
Uncultured swine?
Him?
The fucking audacity.
“Bakugou?!” she was able to utter, though it came out as a squeak while shock—and his hands—gripped her tightly.
“Can’t-fucking-stop myself,” he growled into her skin between pants.
“Bakugou?!” she was able to utter, though it came out as a squeak while shock—and his hands—gripped her tightly.
“Can’t-fucking-stop myself,” he growled into her skin between pants.
“What the heck is the brat dressing up as? Another play?”
“No,” she answered softly, leaning her head against his shoulder, “the kids are dressing up as their favorite heroes tomorrow.”
He scowled, “My costume isn’t blue.”
“What the heck is the brat dressing up as? Another play?”
“No,” she answered softly, leaning her head against his shoulder, “the kids are dressing up as their favorite heroes tomorrow.”
He scowled, “My costume isn’t blue.”
“God,” he sighed, “Go get ready.”
She sniffed, “What?”
“Go, get dressed, I’m taking you.”
“Really?”
“If you keep questioning me, no.”
“God,” he sighed, “Go get ready.”
She sniffed, “What?”
“Go, get dressed, I’m taking you.”
“Really?”
“If you keep questioning me, no.”
She stopped laughing and just smiled at him sweetly. "I had a feeling. We're friends, right?"
How he wished he could reply differently. "Yeah."
She stopped laughing and just smiled at him sweetly. "I had a feeling. We're friends, right?"
How he wished he could reply differently. "Yeah."
"Bakugou?"
"Yeah."
"Am I still a liar if I don’t even know what the truth is anymore?"
"Bakugou?"
"Yeah."
"Am I still a liar if I don’t even know what the truth is anymore?"
“Uh…” Ochako manages to get out. Right now, she doesn’t know how to work her voice. “Your…” Oh God this was so stupid. “Christmas present… is me.”
“Uh…” Ochako manages to get out. Right now, she doesn’t know how to work her voice. “Your…” Oh God this was so stupid. “Christmas present… is me.”
Bakugou wasn’t a safe choice. He wasn’t sweet, wasn’t soft. He was storms and wildfire and the ache she kept pretending she didn’t feel.
Bakugou wasn’t a safe choice. He wasn’t sweet, wasn’t soft. He was storms and wildfire and the ache she kept pretending she didn’t feel.
“Cookies are round. The moon is round. The sun is round. A lot of great things are round.”
“Cookies are round. The moon is round. The sun is round. A lot of great things are round.”
“I don’t want to fight you, I fight people every day,” she replied. If she took down villains regularly, she highly doubted that fighting Bakugo would help her state of mind.
“Fine, fuck me then.”
Ochako almost fell off the washing machine.
“I don’t want to fight you, I fight people every day,” she replied. If she took down villains regularly, she highly doubted that fighting Bakugo would help her state of mind.
“Fine, fuck me then.”
Ochako almost fell off the washing machine.
“Okay big guy, here’s your girlfriend,” Kirishima declares as they shuffle him forward.
Katsuki’s head lifts slightly at the word ‘girlfriend’ and hazy red eyes squint at her in confusion.
“‘Chako? Izzat you?”
“Okay big guy, here’s your girlfriend,” Kirishima declares as they shuffle him forward.
Katsuki’s head lifts slightly at the word ‘girlfriend’ and hazy red eyes squint at her in confusion.
“‘Chako? Izzat you?”