Wow ya'll I'm finally back, sorry I've been gone so long but I'm a college student now so free time is very hard to come by. I've decided I'm gonna do my best to give you guys more quality stories like, I'm tryna hit ya'll right in the feels ;) I'll try to update regularly so bear with me, ok!
It's been a week since he noticed it. Since he noticed her change.
The shift in her usually happy-go-lucky air.
He tried to ignore it at first, wondering why he was even concerning himself with what's going on with other people. But as much as he tried, he found his eyes and his thoughts on her time and time again.
He knew the reason why, he just refused to admit it to himself.
It was little things at first, so little that he wondered if he was imagining what he saw. Her smile faltering as she listened to people's conversations, only for it to appear again as soon as he blinked. In class she sat still as stone with a pencil in hand, but though she looked as if she was paying attention, he knew she wasn't. Her eyes were glassed over, looking forward but not registering anything she was seeing. He would watch as her face suddenly scrunched up, her eyes squeezing shut so tightly it looked painful.
And then there was the final thing he witnessed that solidified that he was not going crazy.
It was the end of the week, and Bakugo had gotten up at his usual early time of 7 am to hit Gym Gamma before it got crowded with morons. As he exited the dorms, he caught a bob of chocolate brown hair moving to his right.
He stopped dead in his tracks.
She was sitting on a bench, looking up into the orange morning sky with the most peaceful look on her face...and then he saw it. The fat, shiny teardrop that rolled down her round cheek, followed by another...then another. She was full on crying, fists clenched, her shoulders shaking the whole time but not a sound escaped her lips.
Bakugo's stomach twisted into a nasty knot as he watched her, the girl who was always smiling brighter than the sun itself, now brought to tears by some unknown force.
Something was terribly wrong with Uraraka.
He didn't ask her that morning what was wrong, that would come across as too out of character for him. The Katsuki Bakugo asking someone why they're crying? The world might as well implode on itself. Atleast, that's the reason he told himself. But truthfully, he couldn't bring himself to have to look into her eyes as she cried.
It would make him very uncomfortable...because he may or may not care about Ochako Uraraka.
He cared so much in fact, that he took a deep breath the following week during lunch and brought it up to Kirishima.
"Oi." he muttered, glancing to make sure Denki and the others were too preoccupied with their own dumb shit to notice them. The red-haired teen raised his eyebrows at Bakugo's quiet tone, something he had never heard before. "Do you think something's wrong with Uraraka?" he finished, his voice barely above a whisper.
Kirishima's eyes grew wide as saucers and his mouth dropped open, but Bakugo shot him the most heated death glare he could muster and he closed his mouth back just as fast. Shoving a forkful of food into his mouth, Kirishima's eyes shifted over to the table where she usually sat, and they both watched as she smiled at something Deku and Todoroki were saying.
"Dude..what are you talking about?" he asked softly, scratching his spiky red hair. "She seems just fine to me."
Bakugo scoffed and rolled his eyes, wondering to himself why he even bothered asking him anything. Kirishima was about as perceptive as a fucking goldfish. His eyes flicked back over to her and he frowned as he caught a sad expression on her face. Why was he always the only one who saw?! What in the hell's bothering her-
A poke to his ribs interrupted his thoughts and he whipped his head to the side, glaring at the perpetrator. His heart dropped when he saw Kirishima's goofy ass grin and the mischievous look in his stupid eyes.
"Dont' you say it." Bakugo hissed, he already knew what was going through his dumbass mind. His friend only smirked and took a long, noisy sip from his drink, drawing the attention of everyone else at their table. The fire-user felt his palms start to sweat as they were now on the spot, and he could tell Kirishima had no intention of stopping.
"Don't say what?" he asked innocently, blinking his eyes in mock confusion. Bakugo gritted his teeth and stared down the boy next to him, willing him to actually catch fire.
"Say that you, Bakugo Katsuki..." Kirishima started, his sharp toothed grin growing wider by the second, "Could quite possible have a crush on-"
Explosions and the sound of clattering chairs and lunch trays filled the cafeteria.
Kirishima howled with laughter as he ducked and dodged every burst of fire Bakugo sent his way. He ran around the table and hid behind Mina, who's eyes were shining with curiosity.
"Bakugo has a crush on who now?" she asked incredulously, and Bakugo could've blown her head off for being so goddamn loud. Denki and Sero gasped and looked at each other, before turning back to their ash blond friend in amusement.
"No way, you like someone other than yourself?"
"Now this is news."
Bakugo saw red.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, BOTH OF YOU!" he barked, palms sparking dangerously. Everyone held up their hands in defense, inching away from the angry teen in front of them.
"So..." Mina said, testing the very tense waters. "Who is the lucky lady anyways?"
Kirishima popped his head out from behind her and went to whisper in her ear, but Bakugo was not having it. Another blast rocked the lunch room and sent his friends running for cover, but his grabbed hold of Kirishima before he escaped.
"If you utter a word of your stupid theory to anyone I will personally make every day of your life a living hell." he growled, tightening his grip on his shirt with each word. "Nod if you fucking understand me."
Kirishima nodded so hard his head could've fallen right off his body.
At last he was released and he ran to join the others, all of which were snickering and whispering amongst themselves. And they weren't the only ones. Bakugo was surrounded by whispers, all of which had to do with him and this newfound information Mina so graciously let loose.
"Bakugo-chan likes someone?!"
"I feel sorry for whoever the poor girl is...or guy."
"We mustn't gossip about our classmates! It is rude and unbecoming of future pro heroes!"
"Iida is right, Bakugo is allowed to have a crush just as anyone else is."
"I would've never though Kacchan..."
Bakugo spun around at the last voice, glaring holes into Deku. The green haired twerp made a spluttering sound and then averted his gaze, leaving to Bakugo to have a glare-off with Todoroki, who put his arm protectively around his stupid friend.
"FUCK are you looking at?! Damn Half and Half BASTARD!" he hollered, fists crackling again in agitation. Todoroki only gave him a cool once-over and pursed his lips slightly,
"Don't go attacking me because you don't know how to properly deal with your emotions." he said calmly, which made Bakugo even more pissed.
"SHUT UP! You don't know SHIT, I don't LIKE anyone so just mind your fucking business!"
Bakugo was ready to punch his face in, this damn shithead thought he was just so smart didn't he?!
IcyHot just shrugged and turned back around, rubbing Deku's back and whispering something (no doubt some smartass shit!) to him as he side-eyed the seething teen behind them. Bakugo sneered and was about to leave, tired of all the stares and useless confrontations, when he caught eyes with someone.
Uraraka stared at him, not with intrigue at the news or with pity or with weariness. No, she was staring at him in concern.
Bakugo's heart did backflips in his chest as they stared at each other, his throat suddenly dry and his hands suddenly clammy. How can she find it in herself to be worried about him when she obviously had problems of her own? Why would she waste time worrying about him of all people?!
How was she always...such a good person..?
Then he realized, he'd been staring for far too long. He ripped his eyes away from hers and hurriedly exited the cafeteria, wiping away the beads of sweat that were forming by his hairline.
Shit, calm down! he thought to himself as he reached the elevators, stabbing the up button repeatedly. All she did was look at you, don't read too much into-
"Bakugo..?" a voice said from behind him, and if he could've jumped out of his skin, he would've. Not only because it scared him shitless, but because he knew all too well who's voice that was.
He turned his head slowly to see the short figure of Uraraka, her big brown eyes looking up at him in a way that made his heart jump once again. She cocked her head to the side and gave him a small smile, "You...ok?"
Pressing the elevator button in a panic, he watched as the numbers lazily moved down but it had yet to reach this floor.
"Y-yeah." he said, internally kicking himself for stuttering, "I'm fine, those idiots just made me mad."
There was a pause before he realized he sounded too nice, "Why the hell do you care?" he threw in, hoping he sounded like his regular self. Uraraka chuckled slightly and Bakugo narrowed his eyes at her, but he didn't say anything.
His regular self never did faze her.
"I figured I should care about other things...other people for a while. Because what I did used to care alot about...there's no point anymore." she said cryptically, rubbing her arm and biting her bottom lip. She looked sad again, and it took everything in him not to grab her by her annoyingly cute face and ask her who the fuck had the audacity to upset her like this. But he didn't, instead he found his mouth moving faster than his brain,
"Oi..." he said, turning around to face her, "Are...are you ok?"
The question shocked them both, Bakugo's eyes widening at what he just said and Uraraka letting out a small gasp of surprise. She looked at him in wonder, before shaking out of her dazed state and smiling sheepishly,
"No, I-I mean yeah! I'm fine...don't worry about me, I'm not that important." she said, giving a small sniff. He winced, wondering when she started saying things like that. What made her start saying things like that?
His silence must've made her realize her words, and she tried to explain, "Sorry I didn't mean that.." she said, unconvincingly, "You must think I'm just a dumb, frail girl, like the one you fought during the Sports Festival." she joked lightly, though her tone suggested she believed every word she was saying.
The elevator dinged, opening up to finally rescue Bakugo before he said or did something that would give him away. But... he couldn't just go without telling her just how wrong she was.
"No." he said, walking into the elevator, "I don't think that at all."
He pressed level 1 and then looked up at her, heart pounding as he willed himself to continue on,
"The girl I fought then was far from frail, and she isn't frail now either. She's one of the few people I fucking respect around here." he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. The elevator doors began to close, and he watched as her surprised face disappeared behind the steel door, he pink cheeks more rosy than usual.
Wait, was she blushing?!
Bakugo leaned against the back of the elevator and let out a sigh, trying to collect his thoughts as they all jumbled over each other.
Did I say too much? Was that too much? I was only telling the truth...now what if she's weirded out?! But I'm sure she was blushing just now...
His own face got hot at the thought that he could've possible made her blush, and he covered his hands with his face.
"Fucking hell..." he muttered, running his hand through his hair, "I fucking hate feelings."
Hey so I've decided I'm gonna move over to Archive of Our Own, Fanfic is just not doing it for me anymore with all these new strict rules. I'll still have the same user over there so i'll be continuing this story on their site!