Author's Notes: This got way insanely larger than I planned, but I kept thinking about this last night after reading a boat load of Kacchako and lost all sense of self-control. I wasn't even planning on shipping them, but then I came across some fanart and it hit me like a truck. Anyways, this is really dumb and basically is just an excuse for me to torture Bakugou with some proper teenage humiliation. Because that is hilarious and I love it when Bakugou loses his shit when we all know that he's most likely embarrassed and angry about it. I swear, I hinted at every single ship there is in this show. That's the beauty about it. I pretty much ship everything, even contradicting ships, so I'm happy with basically everything. I have NOT read the manga (even though I know some things), so consider this anime-compliant only. And add like two years. Whatevs. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Bakugou wasn't playing this stupid game. He didn't care what everyone else said. He wasn't playing it. As far as he was concerned, he wasn't even associating with these idiots right now. They were in his space and he was letting them until he was tired of them. Why anyone in their right mind thought that this would be fun or was a good idea was beyond him, but he wasn't one of them.
He had been busy studying in the common room area. If he was going to stay in the top three and eventually surpass All Might in being the number one hero, he didn't have time to mess around. Not like these other buffoons that were goofing off. For once, the area had been empty, save for Uraraka, who was trying to engulf an absurdly large bowl of noodles and read at the same time. She was kind of being loud, slurping and munching, and he would have told her off, but she did seem concentrated on reading and he didn't feel like the effort was worth it.
And then without warning everyone had spilled into the room, causing a complete ruckus. They were laughing and talking loudly and shoving each other playfully. It grated on Bakugou's nerves, making him cringe and grip his textbook even tighter. He didn't like reading in front of everyone. Not that he cared about his image or anything; he just liked to do some things in private.
However, before he could get up and go to the safety or his room, Kirishima, the spikey-haired bastard, leaped over the couch, plopping down on the couch, and threw an arm around Bakugou's shoulders. "There you are! I was looking for you."
"Get the fuck off me!" Bakugou shrugged out of Kirishima's grip, glaring daggers at him, which he didn't seem to notice at all. "I was busy."
Kirishima reached to grab the book out of Bakugou's hand, but Bakugou jerked his hand out of reach. "Aw, you're studying. You really do care about school."
Bakugou snarled and clenched his free hand into a fist, small explosions of fire bursting around it. At one time, that would have scared anyone, even Kirishima, who he got along with okay nowadays, but now it only made the other boy laugh. It pissed Bakugou off even more. Why did no one take him seriously anymore? He was really going to have to do something about that and soon.
"Whatever," Bakugou grumbled. Not yet. Later he'd do something about it. Right now, he just wanted to get away from all these annoying loud mouths and their stupid grins as they crowded around him. What were they doing? Kaminari squeezed in on Bakugou's other side, leaving him practically no room. "What the hell, guys?"
"Let's play a game!' Kaminari declared.
Ashido jumped on the ottoman and wiggled her fingers in excitement. "Oh, what kind of game?"
The grin on Kaminari's face spoke of a mischievous trouble that Bakugou wanted absolutely no part of. "How about spin the bottle?"
His suggestion sent everyone into a different frenzy. The boys were much more enthusiastic than the girls, but they didn't seem too horrified by the idea for once. After spending two years with each other, they were all bound to get close (with the exception of Bakugou, because he did not need to get close to anyone ). Their hormones were probably all out of whack. The only issue that Bakugou had had upon hitting puberty was that he ran hot and sweat a lot more, which was actually a bonus considering it helped out his quirk and made him stronger. He didn't have any problems with anything else.
(If Deku so much as breathed a word about the few months when Bakugou's voice had started to change and crack, Bakugou swore that he'd strangle the idiot with his bare hands.)
After a brief, slightly heated conversation amongst themselves, all the girls turned to Yaoyorozu, who took a deep breath with her eyes closed and then opened them to say, "We're in."
Kaminari was so excited next to Bakugou that he was almost certain the kid was going to accidentally electrocute him and then short circuit himself.
However, once the boys realized that the girls had actually agreed to playing the dumb game, they became hesitant. Half-in-Half Bastard hung in the background, looking about as confused as his hair, like he wanted to both run away and sit down. Deku's dumb face had turned red, making him look even more stupid. Shoji was already shaking his head. Did he have a mouth under his mask or would he have to make lips from one of his arms? Ugh, that was gross.
"As class president, I should not partake in this," Iida proclaimed as he stood up.
"Oh, sit down, you big dummy," Hagakure laughed from her spot in front of Ashido. How was anyone supposed to kiss her anyways? No one would be able to find her lips.
Chastised, Iida lowered himself back down on his chair. He couldn't hide his emotions if he tried, looking like he'd rather face a villain than this game. Only Tokoyami and Koda were missing. They must not have been hanging out with the rest of them at the school pool. Whether they wanted to play or not, everyone seemed stuck in their spots, unsure about what to do.
"Well, I'm not playing this stupid game," Bakugou announced, shoving Kirishima and Kaminari so that he had room to stand up.
"Why not?" Ashido asked.
"Because it's stupid," Bakugou said firmly.
Kirishima smirked. "It's because he's scared ."
" What ?" Bakugou exclaimed, rounding on him. "I'm not scared! I'm not scared of anything!"
That only caused the asshole's smirk to broaden. Oh, Kirishima thought he was safe from Bakugou? Well, he had another thing coming. Bakugou was going to shoot off some explosions right next to Kirishima's head when he was sleeping tonight. He'd never feel safe to sleep again. "Yeah, you're scared - probably afraid that he'll have to kiss Midoriya or something."
"Are you fucking kidding me!" Bakugou yelled, his face turning a particular shade of red. "I'd rather eat your smelly ass socks after a workout!" Somewhere behind him, everyone else had started to laugh while Deku sputtered incoherently, so Bakugou turned to point a finger at him. "Shut the fuck up!"
"Wait a minute," Sero piped up nervously. "So if the bottle lands on a guy, we'd have to kiss them?"
Mineta swelled up gallantly as much as he could, but he just looked like a grape. "It will be worth the pain," he told them and then his face turned to a mushy look with a hazy grin, "to see the girls kiss each other!"
The girls groaned and Jiro threw one of her slippers at him, hitting him right in the face, while the boys looked at each other with unease and muttered to one another. Fuck, this was just getting worse and worse. There was no way in hell that Bakugou was going to play. If he had to get even close enough to hug one of these idiots, he'd explode. Todoroki had sunk even further in his seat, his arms folded across his chest, looking like he wanted to disappear. He probably wouldn't last long in this game.
The only one that hadn't said anything was Uraraka, who had drifted over to everyone when they'd come in. She was sitting on the ground next to Yaoyorozu, watching everyone anxiously, fiddling with her fingers in her lap and gnawing on her bottom lip. He supposed that she would be playing like all the other girls. When they accidentally connected eyes, he scowled at her and she blushed, glancing away quickly.
"I'm not playing," Bakugou repeated, turning to walk away.
"Fine then," Kirishima huffed cheekily, "be a coward."
Bakugou stormed towards him, "What the fuck did you just say?"
"I said," Kirishima said, a huge smirk on his face, "be - a - coward."
It took every ounce of Bakugou's strength to not strangle Kirishima on the spot. He'd spent the past two years at U.A. learning a lot more about self-control. He didn't like it - didn't see a need for it - but apparently his temper and penchant for violent reactions was starting to get negative views from the teachers. Once it had started to affect his standing in the school, he'd been forced to attempt to reign himself in. It was stupid and pointless and he hated it. He didn't need to be liked in order to be a hero.
(Yeah, he kind of did - but he was not going to think about it right now.)
Even though this whole idea was fucking idiotic and there were a million other things he'd rather be doing and his face was red and his hands were practically shaking with the need to blow something up, Bakugou forced himself to sit back down, although he shoved hard enough on Kaminari to knock the boy off the couch so that he could have more space. Kaminari only let out a small protesting noise before catching Bakugou's glare and shutting up. He stayed sitting on the floor.
Sato brought a water bottle from the kitchen into the room and set it down in the middle of their circle. Bakugou didn't know whether he was internally cringing from the bottle or Sato's big, ugly lips. If he was the kind of person that gave a shit, he might've felt sorry for anyone that had to kiss that guy. Folding his arms across his chest, Bakugou sank back into the couch and glared at the bottle, as if he could mentally keep it away from him.
"I'll go first since I did come up with the idea," Kaminari stated, as if it was some big sacrifice. It would be if he had to kiss Deku or someone like that. He reached over and spun the bottle. Everyone watched it with bated breath, except for Bakugou, who scoffed and glowered at the ceiling.
The second it stopped, he heard Jiro exclaiming, "You cheated!"
"No way!" Kaminari replied, sounding and looking elated. "Did you see me use my quirk?"
Most of them shook their heads while Jiro huffed. After some encouragement from Hagakure and goading from Mineta, Jiro sighed and scooted towards him. "We did agree to play."
"It can't be that bad," Kaminari said. Jiro didn't look like she agreed, but when she leaned over and-
Nope, Bakugou was not about to watch people actually kiss, especially not his classmates. Fucking disgusting. He turned back to glare at the ceiling, listening to all the boys cheer obnoxiously and some of the girls giggle. It was only a second later when Jiro was back in her spot, grumbling under her breath, while Kaminari wore a dazed look on his face, looking about as idiotic as he did when he overexerted his quirk.
The bottle was spun again, this time by Jiro since it had landed on her last. He heard her sigh of relief and then laugh when it landed on Hagakura. The invisible girl giggled and her clothes flounced over towards Jiro. She puckered up her lips, but no one could really be sure if Hagakura kissed her or not. The two girls laughed with one another as Mineta complained.
This was stupid. He could be studying right now. He could be sleeping. He could be blowing shit up .
Bakugou really stopped paying attention after that. By some luck, it never landed on him. He kept watching the ceiling, barely listening to what was going on around him. Frog girl had to kiss Tail guy at some point. Mineta kept griping that the bottle never landed on him. Iida actually kept apologizing when he had to kiss Yaoyorozu, who then kissed Todoroki, which everyone made silly noises about. The room exploded into laughter and panicked noises from Deku when the bottle Todoroki reluctantly spun landed on him.
Fucking hell. That was almost enough to cause Bakugou to puke. He definitely did not look away from the ceiling for that one. No fucking way.
Bakugou was content with never looking and had even considered leaving since no one was paying attention to him when Deku spun the bottle and all the girls began to actually squeal when it came to a stop. Ready to blow the little shit out of the sky if it had landed on him - and he was not going to go along with that - Bakugou finally looked down and saw that the bottle was not pointing at him, but at Uraraka, who was blinking with wide brown eyes at it.
Deku's face was pink as he rubbed the back of his head. "Um, well-"
Uraraka laughed, a hint of nervousness betrayed in it despite the comforting smile on her face. "Stop being so weird!"
She didn't sound like she didn't want to kiss Deku, but then, Bakugou knew damn well that she hid behind that shitty, cheerful persona to hide her feelings. Behind those silly smiles and bright laughs was a seriously tough chick who was way more intense than people realized. Ever since their fight at the first school festival, he had kept an eye on her and watched how fiercely she fought. She stood up and tiptoed over to Deku, that same smile on her face, like she knew that he was nervous but it was okay. She bit her lip again once she was in front of him, her cheeks even more pink than usual.
Deku was so pale that he looked like he was going to die. Maybe he would. That would be a relief. "You don't have to- You know, you can- I mean, it can be on the cheek-"
"You're fine," Uraraka told him in an absurdly soft voice. Bakugou had planned on looking away before anything happened, but then Uraraka was quick, leaning in to kiss Deku on the cheek. It was a few seconds, but Bakugou saw Deku's head turn towards her for a moment.
For some reason, the overwhelming urge to blow the little shit off his chair came over Bakugou and all he could see was red. He was going to throw up. He was going to have nightmares about this moment for the rest of his life. The last thing he had ever wanted to see was someone kissing Deku, even if it was only on the cheek. Gross, gross, fucking gross. What was wrong with everyone here?
Laughter bubbled throughout the room as Uraraka returned to her seat. Deku was bright red and staring into the kitchen as he fidgeted in his seat. All Bakugou could think about was that he almost felt kind of bad for Uraraka for having to kiss him. It couldn't have been good.
And then the laughter suddenly died and the room went silent.
Bakugou looked around and noticed that everyone was staring at him. "What the fuck is your all's problem? It wasn't that funny."
"Um, bro, no…" Kirishima pointed to the middle of the room and Bakugou looked in that direction.
At the bottle.
Which was pointing directly at him .
Having been spun by Uraraka .
What the fuck?
Kaminara muffled his laughter as best as he could, but it wasn't good enough, so Bakugou kicked him for good measure, causing the only boy to fall flat on his face. Deku looked like he was choking on something. He didn't have to look over to see Kirishima smirking. Both Yaoyorozu and Asui were rubbing Uraraka's back and muttering comforting and encouraging words to her.
Because she needed to be comforted. Because they felt bad for her. Because the bottle had landed on him.
When Uraraka finally raised her eyes and connected with his, Bakugou found himself floundering. He didn't show it on the outside, of course, staying absolutely still, but he still found his heart racing. Not in excitement, not in fear, not anything like that. He just…couldn't read her expression. Uraraka was one of those people that wore her heart on her sleeve and even when she hid it behind those smiles and laughs he could always tell that there was something else underneath it. An intensity, a determination to fight until the bitter end, an ambition, a goal.
He had no fucking clue what those eyes were saying now.
"Fuck this," Bakugou announced, snapping out of it. He stood up from the couch.
"Aw, c'mon, man, don't be a spoilsport," Kirishima whined.
"Yeah, man, just kiss her!" Sero said.
Bakugou shook his head. "No, no fucking way, no. I'm not-"
He made the mistake of glancing at Uraraka again. There was still that unreadable look on her face, but he thought, maybe, there was a hint of embarrassment in her eyes. Like she was embarrassed that it had landed on him or maybe because he didn't want to kiss her. Well, who cared what she thought? He hadn't wanted to play this stupid game and he wasn't going to. He didn't care if she cried about it later. It was fucking pointless.
"Now you're being just rude," Iida said.
"Does it look like I give a fuck?" Bakugou snapped. "I'm not kissing her; I'm not playing this game; I'm out."
Without waiting for anyone else, he snatched up his textbook and stormed out of the room. When he reached the room that he shared with Kirishima, he slammed the door shut behind himself hard enough to rattle the room and cause a picture frame to fall off in the hallway. He didn't care.
He didn't care about that stupid picture or that stupid game or that stupid Uraraka and her stupid dumb face. So what if he upset her? Besides she knew what he was like. She knew that he didn't spare people or their feelings. She'd never gotten mad at him before over it and he'd said some pretty awful shit to her in the past. Maybe not anymore, but still. If she couldn't handle this, then she couldn't be a hero - then she wasn't the girl that he thought she was.
The others should've known better than to try goading him into playing. It had been a bad idea. He shouldn't have let them get to him, but there was no way he could take being called a coward. Now he was pissed for looking more like a coward. When it came time to put up or shut up, he'd ran from her.
No, it didn't count as running. It was just a game. A stupid fucking game. And he hadn't ran from her. It wasn't like he was scared of her. It wasn't like he was scared of kissing her or anything. He just didn't want to. It was pointless.
Unable to control himself, a few explosions smattered around his hands, almost catching his desk on fire, and he threw his textbook across the room. Whatever. He didn't need them; he didn't need anyone. They would all be in his dust after graduation, just like they were now. He'd just hunker down in here and finish his work until everyone else went to bed. If someone so much as breathed a word about what happened, he'd sock them right in the face.
The rest of the night passed slowly. Despite being in his room, he could still hear the laughter and talking from the common room. Because of the closed door, he couldn't tell what was being said (not that he cared or wanted to), but it was just loud enough to be distracting, like a constant murmur in the back of his head. Nonetheless, he pushed through as best as he could, ignoring them and steadily getting more irritated as the night wore on.
He didn't realize when the noise finally changed. It just sort of happened and he noticed that it had gone mostly quiet. There were still people out there, but not nearly as much. The game must have come to an end. For a brief moment, he wondered if Uraraka had been forced to spin the bottle again or if they'd spared her the humiliation and had someone else take their turn - and then he shoved that thought out of his head. Didn't matter.
Bakugou yawned and pushed away from his desk. He wanted to take a shower before bed, get rid of this tension in his shoulders and neck that came from studying. Definitely not anything else. However, after gathering all the things he needed, right when he went to open the door, he heard voices outside in the hallway. He recognized them immediately and scowled. Deku and Uraraka.
"...meant to humiliate you or anything," Deku was saying in that annoyingly gentle tone of his. It made him sound as pathetic as he looked.
"I'm fine, really," Uraraka replied, sounding upbeat. Bakugou knew it was wrong right away. She was a happy person by nature, but she kept it going even when she didn't feel it and he didn't think she was being honest right now. She didn't want to be a burden and Deku acted like he had to save everyone. "He didn't want to play the game. It's okay."
Oh. They were talking about him .
Part of Bakugou wanted to kick the door down and yell at them for even mentioning him, but then he held back, his hand still on the doorknob. He didn't want to talk about it. There was no way in hell he was going to talk to Deku of all people about why he left the game so abruptly, even though he knew that Kirishima would pester him later tonight. It was a dumb game! He didn't owe them any explanations!
"I just wanted to make sure," Deku said. "You looked kind of…" Bakugou could just see the green-haired boy looking at her with those anxious eyes of his. It made him sick. "Hurt."
Uraraka laughed and this time Bakugou caught the tension in it immediately. "Well, okay, it was a little awkward. No one else really complained. Even you and Todoroki-" She laughed again, this time for real, and he heard Deku coughing. "Sorry, it was funny." When she sighed, the humor died from her voice and Deku went silent and serious again. "Everyone might have griped at times, but even Ashido kissed Mineta when it landed on him and Bakugou just… He really didn't want to kiss me."
"Kacchan is a private person," Deku said, like he knew anything about Bakugou. It pissed him off, but… It made him even angrier to know that the little shit was right. Bakugou's business was his own. He didn't like it when other people tried to get into his shit. "He was just embarrassed, I think. It's not like he thinks you're ugly or anything- Ah, wait! That was the wrong thing to say! I mean, you're not- You're very-"
"You're fine!" Uraraka told him. "I know what you meant."
Were they fucking flirting out there? Right outside of his room? What the fuck? Bakugou definitely didn't need to hear Deku hitting on Uraraka right now.
"It's just…" Uraraka sighed. "Everyone got kissed and I..."
There was a pause and then Deku: "Have you not had your first kiss yet?"
The silence from Uraraka was deafening. No, she hadn't. After all, she had kissed Deku on the cheek. Bakugou's heart thudded in his chest again. He could not believe that they were having this conversation right here, right now. It was disgusting. If Deku tried to kiss Uraraka right outside his room, Bakugou was going to lose his shit. He didn't need to be out there to know what was going on. He could see the look on Deku's face, silently asking Uraraka if she wanted him to give her her first kiss, and Bakugou almost blew the door down.
No, no, no, this was not happening. Not on his watch. Not on basically his doorstep. No fucking way. He wasn't going to let Deku beat him in anything.
Not even kissing Uraraka.
Bakugou dropped his towel and ripped his door open. The action was so sudden and violent that it caused both Deku and Uraraka to jump, away from each other. They'd been far too close for comfort.
"Kacchan!" Deku exclaimed. "I'm sorry! I thought you were asleep!"
Like that made things okay. The idiot actually looked apologetic, too. Well Bakugou was going to wipe that look right off his face.
Meanwhile, Uraraka just looked surprised, her brown eyes wide, her cheeks infuriatingly pink, her lips parted slightly like she meant to say something but had forgot. Her lips. Bakugou's eyes dropped to them and then back to her face as the worst kind of scowl screwed up on his face. "Bakugou?" she prompted tentatively.
"Hey, Angelface," he snapped.
It all happened without much thinking on his part. One second they were staring each other down, Deku totally forgotten on the side, and the next Bakugou found himself in front of her. He put his hands on her arms, maybe a little too roughly but his whole body was tense, closed his eyes,and pressed his lips against hers. It was too hard and too sudden, but his entire body burned and he was almost certain that his quirk was going to activate itself on accident for the first time in his life.
Uraraka had made a little squeaking sound when he'd grabbed her and her whole body was tight, but then she was ridiculously soft against him and he stopped thinking. He wasn't going to think about it. He was just kissing her to...to prove a point. Because he wasn't going to let Deku do it. Because Bakugou wasn't afraid. He wasn't scared. He wasn't a coward. He wasn't embarrassed.
(And he didn't think Uraraka was ugly. Out of all the girls, she was easily the most attractive in his opinion, not that he would ever say that out loud. She was the only one that had come close to beating him. It was definitely her skill and determination that he found attractive, not her smile or her cheeks or her eyes or her hair or-)
When Bakugou pulled away, Uraraka's eyes were still closed. Slowly, she opened them and stared right back at him as they both breathed heavily. A lot of people were able to meet his gaze these days, but not like this. There was a different kind of intensity in them now. His entire face burned red (who had turned up the heat?) and he felt like he was going to explode, but it wasn't…
It hadn't been bad. Not the best kiss in the world, but not...bad. And it was over with and Deku could fuck right off because Bakugou had showed them both. He'd given Uraraka her first kiss. He'd stepped up. He just didn't want to do it in front of a crowd. It would've been a lot nicer if Deku hadn't been standing right next to them.
Not that he wanted to kiss her again. No way. Not right now. Not like...ever. Not with Deku around or anyone.
"There," Bakugou finally said. "You got your fucking kiss."
He didn't wait for her respond - thank him, yell at him, babble at him in confusion - and he definitely wasn't going to wait for Deku to say anything. Instead, he picked up his things and stomped to the bathroom so that he could take a shower and then go to bed. He refused to think about the look on Uraraka's face after he'd kissed her, how still she had been in his arms, how she hadn't pushed him away but had kind of leaned into him, how soft her lips had been, or how warm her skin was under his fingers as he'd sweat literal explosives on her.
She hadn't pulled away from him. He'd been expecting it, but she hadn't. Pretty much everyone did, maybe with the exception of Kirishima. He couldn't picture anyone not flinching away from him.
Fuck. Bakugou growled underneath the spray of the scalding hot war. No, he wasn't going to think about it.
And Deku better not say shit about this later. Uraraka could confront him later if she felt like it.