Western 1950s AU (Bonus Day) / kacchakobittersweetweek

The peppy teen waited outside of school at the bleachers just as she had been instructed. Her arms wrapped around her school book as she glanced around, expecting a certain ash-blond to appear anytime now. The air felt cold as the autumn weather was initiation bringing in a cool breeze particularly that morning. Her palms began to rub against her bare arms due to the short sleeves of her cotton dress. Just yesterday the day was warm enough to wear shorts but the season-transition betrayed her decision-making for her outfit that morning. Still, she waited patiently, as one should.

He should be arriving soon. A quick glance at her wrist-watch distracted her enough to make her jump as she felt a light lump fall at her head. She gasped looking up to find the red-eyed boy she was eager to meet.

"Are you silly?" He asked frankly and she blinked her unnaturally large eyes at him, confused at his comment. He sat slumped next to her, both of his elbows prompted against the metal bleachers holding them up, "It's cold out here, don't want to catch a cold." His voice was hushed but irritation weaved through it and she simply pouted her lower lip at him in response. Still, now seeing that the lump atop her was his letterman sweater, she cheerily placed the cloth over her shoulders huddled inside as she inhaled the strong scent of him that emitted from his sweater.

"Is that why you asked me to meet you here, to get an ear-full?" She inquired childishly, turning her face away to show how upset she was now. He groaned at her, rolling his eyes and reaching an arm toward her, "Oh, c'mon Ochako," he went on to say, "you know 'is not what I meant. Just want to you to be safe, is all." She observed him from the corner of her eye and he smirked at her, gently tugging her at him. "I got a question for ya'," he said and she jerked her head at him, almost desperately. But who could blame the girl? Homecoming was coming after all, and though the cheesy event didn't mean a thing to him, she couldn't help but feel hopeful.

"I'm all ears," she smiled timidly and he tsk–ed at her, looking away from her brown eyes suddenly feeling hot through his thin white-tee even through the weather implied the contrary.

"Aww, jeez, pink-cheeks, why you 'gotta make that face?" His question was legit yet she didn't quite take it as such. She eyed him with curiosity and he dragged his palm down his face with exaggeration not expecting for her to reach for his hand, intersecting her fingers in between his own bony hand, regaining his attention as she smiled widely at him.

"Ask me," she said and he could feel oxygen-deprived with heated cheeks. Did she know what he wanted to know? Was she going to say yes? He had thrown signs now and then, such as letting her know he was ready for second base anytime she was. The information seemed immature and hot-headed then but he was a gentleman and her consent weighed over anything. He'd also taken her out a certain number of times for the past three weeks, and he hoped she got the gist. He could feel his heart thumping against his chest and usually, he welcomed the adrenaline, but this time he was unsure about it.

The young brunette waited patiently, her thumb rubbing at his forehand, excited. She knew what color her dress would be, as she had seen a nice pink, tulle-stuffed one over the weekend when she was hanging out with her group of friends at the shopping centers. She had let her imagination run wild and decided to pick something out for the hot-headed teen as well, finding something to match the color of his eyes. She knew Bakugou wasn't one for dancing or overdressing, but it would mean the world if he asked her.

He parted his lips to speak and she didn't say a word, seeing him suddenly search inside his jean's pockets and roughly pull out a ring. A class ring at that. "Ka – Katsuki," she gasped at the unexpected thick, silver band held between his thumb and index finger, aimed towards her.

"I want ya' to be my girl, angel-face," he said and she looked up at him from the ring.

"But I am your girl," she replied.

"I'm ready to go steady if you're ready to go steady, Ochako. No fucking around."

The question was simple but felt heavy against his chest. Her shocked expression burst his balloon, as he came to the realization this was not what she was expecting him to ask her.

"Katsuki, this makes me so happy," she chuckled lightly as she took the ring, and he smirked widely at her. "Yeah?" He asked excitedly and she nodded dramatically, "Oh – put it on, put it on!" She exclaimed and he took the ring, sliding it into the third finger of her left hand. Her hands reached for his face and pulled him into kisses around his face – smack, smack, smack!

"I can't believe you just asked me to go steady," she admitted out loud and the heat upon his cheeks returned.

"Yeah, just don't go asking for no more," he teased and she smirked at him, huddling over and pressing herself against him as he enveloped his arms around her. She smelled of strawberries. She observed the band around her finger and noticed it was loose. "Im'ma have to get a chain," she commented and stretched her arm out with her palm spread to show how the ring didn't fit well. The corner of his lip crooked up as he pressed it against the top of her head.

A/N: I am utterly in love with kacchako western 1950s au's and wanting to be a part of the kacchakobittersweetweek I decided to whip this quick oneshot to partake! I hope you guys enjoyed! Also, I would like to let you guys know that this is my first try at writing bnha/kacchako fanfiction, so I apologize if this is severely OOC!

Please review! I would immensely appreciate it!