AN: This is my first Kacchako multi-chap, so I hope you all enjoy! This should be either four or five parts (including a prologue and epilogue), so expect some shenanigans to occur!
You're a Mean One (Mr. Grinch)
Prologue
Katsuki Bakugou drums his fingers against the countertop as he spreads cream cheese on his bagel, still grouchy after waking up at seven in the morning on a Saturday. As much as he likes to think of himself as an early riser, he has no desire to wake up at oh fuck no o'clock in the damn morning. Bakugou will begrudgingly admit to adoring his girlfriend, but he absolutely draws the line at having to wake up this damn early on a weekend. He hasn't even had his coffee yet, and he can already tell that today is going to be fucked, and likely not in a good way.
Two mugs of coffee are placed on the counter, an obnoxiously bright yellow mug filled to the brim with straight black coffee is slid towards him, a smiling face staring back at him from the side of the mug. Ochako hums to herself as she hops onto the counter beside him, chirping out a "good morning!" before, caffeine addict that she is, proceeding to guzzle her sweetened drink. Her swinging legs bash against Bakugou's knees, but he only grunts in response.
They sit there in silence for several longer than natural moments, Bakugou cautiously drinking his coffee as Ochako jiggles her leg, a tick of hers he's come to recognize after several years of reluctant friendship and later a more intimate relationship. He eyes her curiously, brows narrowing as he tries to determine the degree of insanity he's going to have to deal with today. Ochako has always been a bit twitchy, hyper and over excitable in all of the best ways, but she also has a tendency for blowing things completely out of proportion at times, situations ranging from locking them outside partially naked in the middle of winter, to accidentally nearly getting them arrested in college, though that was mostly his fault.
She's always had her head in the clouds, gravity never able to hold her down, and that's one of the things he loves about her.
"We've been dating for two years," Ochako suddenly blurts. Her leg stops jiggling suddenly and her grip tightens around her purple coffee mug. She chews her bottom lip, steadfastly avoiding eye contact with him as she shifts a bit awkwardly in her seat.
Bakugou quirks a brow back at her, looking her up and down as he takes a long sip of coffee. It burns his tongue as he swallows, but he doesn't mind the raw feeling in his mouth or the slight bitterness coating his tongue. "I'm aware," he says.
She wets her lips. Her foot starts to jiggle again, cold toes brushing along his bare leg and causing goosebumps to erupt along his skin. "And…?" she trails off, gaze snapping to his as she prompts him to say something. There's something steely in her gaze. Not angry, exactly, but firm in a way she only gets when he's being more of a dick than usual or when the situation is serious.
"And I'm a very lucky man?" It comes out as more of a question than he means it to be. Bakugou knows he's pretty damn lucky to have her in his life, he just doesn't know what the fuck is going on. He's pretty sure he hasn't done anything in the last eight hours to piss her off, unless he stole all the covers again, but that doesn't usually invoke her wrath, she just turns into a little leech.
"Damn right you are." She snorts, grinning at him a little fondly and seeming to relax slightly. Ochako shifts in place until she manages to squeeze her way between the counter and his chest, Bakugou deftly moving his mug and untouched bagel to the side. "But that's not what I meant," she tells him. "You've never met my parents."
His brows narrow as he stares up at her, a frown pulling at his lips. "I've met your parents," Bakugou argues.
"Nodding at them from across the room doesn't count as 'meeting' them." Ochako crosses her arms over her chest, her lips pressing together in a thin unamused line, and Bakugou groans.
"Does too."
Ochako props her hands on her hips, decisively unamused. "Katsuki," she whines at him, an edge to her voice that makes him wince. She rarely gets angry or frustrated with him, but he always hates it when she does. She always gets pouty with him and damn him for not being able to resist her puppy eyes.
"Come on, Uraraka," he says. He isn't whining. Not even a little bit. Bakugou doesn't whine. He isn't some fucking child, he's a goddamn adult. He isn't whining because he doesn't want to meet his lovely girlfriend's parents. Not even a little bit. "It's not that big of a deal."
He knows immediately that he's said the exact wrong thing when she stiffens slightly, sending him a look that's more cutting than anything else. "It is a big deal," she snaps at him, more irritated than angry. She sighs, looking away from him, her arms curling around herself. "It matters to me, okay?" Her voice softens at the end, the edge disappearing from her words, replaced with something he can't quite place. "I just... I really want you to meet them. You're the three most important people in my life and..." She trails off, flushing slightly, and if she's trying to guilt trip him it's definitely fucking working.
Bakugou ducks his head, grip tightening on his mug. It isn't that he doesn't want to meet her parents. That's not it at all, he just… He's never been the best with people, especially not with first impressions. Usually that doesn't matter to him, it's never mattered to him how other people saw him, if they thought he was mean or an asshole, but given that it's the family or his longtime girlfriend, he kind of gives a bigger shit than usual about what they think of him.
Fuck, he'd go all suit and tie to meet them if he thought that would make a difference, but right now he just wants to spend a nice, comfortable Christmas with his girlfriend. No surprises, no ridiculous amount of people, just them, some mistletoe, and the goddamn fucking engagement ring he's been hiding in his underwear drawer for two months.
"Okay," he tells her, clearing his throat and brushing away his thoughts. "Okay, I guess it's about time I meet the parents." He sends her a slightly crooked smile, swallowing down his slight nerves, and she brightens immediately, leaning in to press a quick, sloppy kiss to his cheek. He makes a face when she pulls away, grumbling under his breath about how gross it was, but she only giggles. "How about next week?"
Her own smile dims slightly at his question. Ochako clears her throat, glancing away from him briefly. "Actually, my parents invited us to dinner already," she chirps, though her shrug doesn't distract from her jiggling foot or the nervous lilt to her voice. Her smile is a bit too bright, and he immediately knows she's up to something, even if he isn't quite sure what. "They really really want to meet you."
Hesitantly, Bakugou reaches for his bagel, stomach twisting a bit at her words. "Okay," he drawls, narrowing his eyes.
She takes a deep breath. "It's tomorrow night. Christmas Eve."
Bakugou chokes on his bagel, wheezing as a half-chewed wad of cream cheese and bread lodges in his throat.
Fuck his life.
AN: Be sure to leave a review and tell me your thoughts! I'd really love some feedback for this one! Happy Holidays everyone!
