A/N: One shot collection anybody?

This was a gift to someone from tumblr - nattersfluff. They gave me the prompt. Please give me more prompts.

Chex Mix

A young girl with silky blond hair, thick, tame eyebrows, and large, brown eyes stared up at her parents. "Mama, Papa, how did you fall in love?"

An older Uraraka hummed before she answered, "Chex mix."

"Chex mix? Nuh-uh! You can't fall in love because of food! What really happened? Papa, is that what happened?" she inquired to her father who sat on the couch next to her.

"I-I guess." Maybe sometime before then. He couldn't remember. All their moments blurred together.

"I'm telling the truth! I can tell you the story," promised Uraraka.

"Hm, okay, but you better not lie, and it better be good," frowned the girl as she crossed her arms.

About 10 years ago

One warm, Saturday night, Bakugou reached into his snack drawer after an arduous evening of training and expected to find a bag of plain Chex Mix that he ritualistically set aside for such occasions. However, upon the realization that he had none, begrudgingly changed into his casual clothes to set out for more.

That girl, round face - Uraraka must have had a similar idea, for he spotted her scanning the commons area for someone or something. Her search did not concern him until he headed out the door, and she tailed him.

"Where ya goin', Bakugou?" she asked.

Foolishly, he answered, "Out." Though, that would have been obvious with a silent departure.

"I'm goin' to the convenience store, and I guess everybody else is busy. Mind if I walk with you for some of the way? I don't wanna go alone."

Crap, that was the only place he could get his fix. Maybe if he stayed silent, then she would catch a hint and leave him be.

That logic was merely wishful thinking as she tagged along with him the entire way until she realized with a giggle, "Oh, what a coincidence! I guess we're goin' to the same place."

Stomping ahead of her through the door, Bakugou navigated to the appropriate aisle and began to grab roughly a dozen bags of chex mix one by one.

"Chex mix is kinda boring," Uraraka mused aloud as she held the back of her finger to her chin. "Do you like candy?"

"Boring? Are you fucking kidding me?" he chided. "It's better than the other shit in this store. Candy isn't even a snack." When he caught a glimpse of the glitter in her big, brown eyes, he immediately regretted giving her an icebreaker.

Uraraka lifted her eyebrows at him and stared down at the bags. "Can I try some?" she requested.

"No."

"Then how will I know that it's the supreme snack that you say it is?"

That girl caught on too quickly to his idiosyncrasies. Somehow, she knew just how to strum his strings to implore the notes that she wanted to hear.

Bakugou grunted, "Fine."

"The catch is -"

"There isn't a fucking catch I'm -" he began but did not finish.

Asserting herself, she continued with a smug grin, "The catch is that you have to try stuff like daifuku and shrimp chips. Oh, and pocky." Halting, her shoes screeched against the tile floor, she gasped, "Look! These look super yummy. Have you tried them? They have honey-flavored graham crackers in them."

Before her inquiry, Bakugou had never dared to venture outside of his routine. He had always bought the most traditional flavor. Despite his predilection for spicy foods, he never reached for the hot variety either. Staring at the bags of Sweet n Savory and Hot n Spicy, he grabbed some of each flavor when she turned her back to search for other snacks. Damn her for pushing him like she did.

He smirked, recalling her audacity to interrupt him, "I'm definitely gonna kick her ass," he promised. Catching a whiff of her familiar scent, he sensed her near and winced at her sudden proximity to his back. Dropping all of his bags, he cursed, "What the fuck are you doing?"

Uraraka rubbed the back of her head and raised the basket full of snacks with a pronounced blush on the tips of her cheeks. Bending down, she helped him collect the bags that he had dropped and placed them into her basket. "Sorry, I get a little carried away when I go to the convenience store. You like spicy stuff, right? I got some things that I'd try, too," she explained upon deaf ears, for he had left! "Bakugou!"

"You call that spicy? That doesn't even scratch the surface," he scolded. "If you're gonna have me put any of the sweet shit in my mouth, you're gonna have to suffer through the hellish torture of Bokun Habanero." Holding up a black bag with a habanero jack-o-latern on the cover, he pointed to a Kanji character. "You can tell this is good because it says violence." Expecting wide eyes full of terror, he lowered the bag to catch her giggling as she covered her mouth. "What the fuck are you laughing at?"

Smiling up at him, she laughed, "Sorry, sorry, I just didn't think you'd get excited over something like this, too."

Speechless, he decided that the only outcome of this night that would satisfy him was if she ended up on the floor, crying and groveling for relief from the fiery hell that he brought to her. Grabbing the hottest snacks he could find, he filled her basket to the brim.

"Wait," she pleaded, "I can't afford all of this!"

Clenching his fist, Bakugou gloated, "Fine. I'll pay. Watching you suffer is going to be priceless."

"You don't have to pay! I can put some stuff back," she volunteered as nervous energy crawled up her spine and jolted her from her carefree evening.

"What? Are you too full of bullshit pride to let someone else buy something?"

Shaking her head, Uraraka protested, "No, it's not that." However, she acknowledged the truth in some of what he said. Only on rare occasions did she sit by and allow other people to pay for her.

"Then, shut up."

Her eye twitched before she took a deep breath. Look who's talking! He had the most fragile ego of everyone in the entire school.

After they checked out, they returned to the dorms in silence and kept their distance. Bakugou relished in the silence, for he would hate if she tried to misinterpret his actions as some form of friendship. Uraraka already understood that, but the silence irked her. Of course, she had hopes that their night together would result in friendship, but she failed to apologize as she walked closely behind him.

In the quiet of the empty Commons, Bakugou carelessly dumped their exorbitant bags of snacks onto the floor. "You ready to die, Uraraka?" challenged Bakugou.

Relief washed over Uraraka her eyes met with his glimmering crimson ones that held no trace of animosity. Biting her lip, she nodded and sat onto the couch, "Mhm!"

Sweat slid down his temple as he frowned. A smile? He had hoped for anguish or fear in her sturdy profile. His eye twitched when his heart dropped and returned to its place. What was that - certainly not fear, but what?

"Oh, I forgot to get water!" she remembered. "I'll probably need it if I'm going to suffer, right?"

Bakugou ground his teeth and scolded, "You're not getting any damn water! Don't make fun of me, either. You think this is a game?"

"But, Bakugou," she whined. Their agreement had turned into a challenge, so in some respect, it was a game. How agonizing could a snack be?

Lifting his eyebrows, he savored the glimpse of water that gathered on the surface of her eyes. Sitting on the couch at an arm's length of a difference, he groaned, "Alright, hurry up and give me the shit you want to give me. Let's get this over with. I've probably tried some of it when I was a kid, so I'm probably not going to change my mind."

"Not with that attitude! I want you to like this stuff," complained Uraraka as she furrowed her eyebrows at the stack of foods. She held up a small bag of Umaibo with Doraemon on the cover. "Try these. They're kinda like Chex Mix."

"I fucking doubt it." Bakugou snatched them from her hand and threw a bag of Wasabi peas at her face, but she deflected it. "If you can't handle those, then I'll know you can't handle the good stuff."

Upon trying the peas, Uraraka pushed her tongue past her lips as she silenced her groan. For whatever reason, she wanted to impress him. Months ago, she could tell that Bakugou respected her enough to refer to her by her preferred name. He fought her like no one else did. Concentrating on subduing the spice and unpleasant flavor of her least favorite sensations, she realized that she had finished the entire bag. "Done! I didn't like it that much, but it was definitely not too much for me," she alerted him. Though, she thirsted for water.

"Well, what you gave me was shit, but since you're putting up a front, I guess we can continue. Loser is whoever can't handle anymore, alright?" he proposed without expecting contrary input from her.

"Putting up a front? No, it really wasn't that bad!" she replied as she held up her hands in front of her face. "It's kinda like Chex Mix, though, right?"

Bakugou frowned, "Nothing compares, dammit!" She had way too much pride. He had witnessed the tension in her eyebrows and the grimace on her lips. While the sight amused him, he loathed the blockade of hubris that she put up for no apparent reason.

After consuming bags upon bags of Manju, Spicy Chex Mix, Kaki no Tane and many more, the stockpile they had accumulated began to dwindle. By that point, Uraraka's scarlet distress and watery eyes betrayed her words. Bakugou smirked despite his increasingly nauseous stomach ache and bloat.

"You gotta love the softness of daifuku. Nothing beats it, and it's so sweet, too," she mused as she stuffed a pink one into her cheeks like a squirrel. Squealing, she enjoyed the short-lived relief in her mouth. "Aren't they good?"

"They aren't bad," thought Bakugou as he tilted his nose up to look down at the blissful smile on her cherubic face. Those red cheeks never paled, did they?

She gasped before a giggle, "Did you just admit to not hating somethin', Bakugou?" The still of the rarely quiet Commons made the night feel special. The tides of fate parted for them to have such a night together, and she enjoyed hearing his scalding reactions only for them to digress into an impartial neutral comment.

Leaning forward, he began to reach for the spiciest snack on the table. Of course, he bought two for both of them. Uraraka intercepted his reach. Retracting his hand, he pushed his back against the couch. How bold.

"I know, I know. I'm gonna suffer, right?" she pointed at herself after opening the bag. After placing a single chip in her mouth, she already regretted the challenge. Eyeing the perimeter of the room, her glance shot towards the bathroom as she thought about running. That was all before the spice embedded into the taste buds of her mouth. She whimpered as raw, hot flames engulfed her mouth. Hiding her glossy eyes beneath her bangs, she slowly looked up to Bakugou to ask, "I gotta eat it all?"

Grinning, he snatched the bag from her and began stuffing the snacks into her mouth by hand. One by one, his palm pressed against her throbbing lips as she chewed. Finally, the tears began to show and his fiery craving grew ten folds. Panting from excitement, he chortled, "I bet you hate this, don't you? You ready to give up, yet?"

Fortunately, for Uraraka, as rough as the action may have appeared, he remained gentle in a sense. He certainly allowed her to breathe and pace herself. If she wanted to stop and say something, then she certainly could. And as he held the back of her head, his palm cradled her. Still, she allowed her hot tears to fall as she gripped his shirt.

Just like that, he stopped to pull his hand away and completely free her. He taunted, "What? I win already?"

"No, I can have more," she promised as she shook her head. Sticking her tongue out, she thought about asking why he stopped. "Oh, I only have two more. Yay. They're grosser than they are spicy." As she placed the last two in her mouth and chewed, she raised two fingers and stared Bakugou down as her eyebrows furrowed with an intense glare. "That's it, right?"

Bakugou scoffed, "You forgot to eat these, you dumbass. They'll help." He tossed her a bag of Chex Mix as he casually munched down on his Bokun Habanero.

Impressed, Uraraka's eyes lit up as she gazed at him eating his chosen snack. "You're really cool, Bakugou!" she noted out loud.

"Shut up and eat the damn Chex Mix!"

Once she opened the blue bag of traditional, savory cereal and stuffed a handful into her mouth, she grinned, "Woah, these really do help. And, they're pretty good, too." Tears of joy glazed her eyes as she marveled at the quick relief that washed over her mouth.

Bakugou replied as he looked out the window. "We need a tie breaker after I finish the shitty pocky you got."

Kirishima and Kaminari entered the area. Kirishima gawked at the copious amounts of snacks on the table, "Sweet, free snacks? Can I have some?"

"No, fuck off!" spat Bakugou. He hated that his two friends interrupted whatever kind of atmosphere he had developed with the anti-gravity girl.

"We were just doing a competition to see who has the best tastes in snacks, but now, we don't know how to tell the winner," Uraraka explained.

Kaminari quirked an eyebrow and grinned at the box of pocky in Bakugou's hands, "Oh? Well, you got some pocky. Why don't you do the pocky challenge," he suggested as he pointed towards the package with an open palm.

A glint grew in a Bakugou's eye before he asked, "What's that?"

"Yeah, what's that? That sounds like fun!"

Turning around, Kaminari had to hide his mischevious grin. "You race to see who can finish the fastest."

Bakugou took one out the box and pushed the package to Uraraka for her to take one as well. Immediately, they raced to finish chomping the fastest.

"I think Uraraka won," noted Kirishima as he pointed to her.

"What?" Kaminari exclaimed as he fully turned around. "No, that's not how you do it. Uraraka, put one end in your mouth."

She obliged - simple enough.

"Then, Bakugou, the other end goes into your mouth, and THEN, you race to finish the fastest."

Immediately, Bakugou took the challenge and bit onto the other end. Once their eyes met, they had already taken a bite. Finally, he realized the possibilities that such a challenge could lead. His face reddened, and his heart quickened as he realized just how much he got carried away that evening. "Wait a minute!" he exclaimed. How could he be so foolish?

Kaminari had already begun to flee.

Uraraka finished the pocky stick herself as sweat built up on her forehead. She got carried away as well. Blood rushed to her head as she began to feel dizzy. Maybe she enjoyed that night a little too much.

"What? You finished it?" Kirishima asked.

"Doesn't that mean it's an indirect kiss?" noted Kaminari.

"Fuck all of you!" cursed Bakugou as he chased the two guys around the room.

The young girl with silky blond hair held her opened mouth to gasp. "Eh? Really?" she curiously asked.

"Mhm, and then your Papa fell madly in love with me."

When their daughter looked at her father, Bakugou hid his face and nodded. Then, he added, "You did, too."

"Is that true, Mama?" asked the girl.

"That day, I saw sides of your Papa that no one else had seen, so I started to fall in love, too," explained Uraraka before she kissed Bakugou on his cheek.

Redness engulfed his face as he growled, "Oi, Ochako, stop doing that in front of our daughter."

"Mama, what did you do to Papa?"

A/N: I may have made Bakugou too mean for a fluff fic.

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