Notes: I want you all to know that I know that this is a ridiculous hot mess. This is so dumb! But I literally dreamed this fic. Yes, I fleshed out some of the dialogue so that it would make more sense, but pretty much everything else I dreamed, including the next chapter which will have smut. I don't know what the hell my brain was on when I took that nap, but it was something else. I woke up so confused because, holy shit, was it vivid. It's probably because I have a bad habit of accidentally writing Todokacchako vibes in some of my fics, so my brain was like, "Let's just go all the way down with this and make it a two parter fic." Hey, I'm the kind of person that makes dreams come true. I had to write this dumb dream into reality.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the dream that started this disaster of a fic.

Excited had to be an understatement for what Uraraka was feeling right now. With their finals behind them, the only thing left for them to do was wait. This was it. No more UA, no more tests, no more classes, no more homework. Besides officially getting their hero licenses, they were done. She almost couldn't believe it, but this wasn't a dream. It was real and she couldn't be more relieved. However, there was one more thing left to do: celebrate.

The two hero classes had decided to come together to throw one big party in honor of the end of their time at UA. Despite being rivals for the better part of three years, this was something would bring them together. They were going to become heroes. Uraraka had no doubt in her mind and she felt like she was on cloud nine and wouldn't come down. When Kendou suggested turning the party into a costume-themed one came up, she'd jumped on the opportunity, along with many of the other girls. Some of the guys were hesitant, but they came around.

After all, they wore their hero costumes all the time, but it would be fun to dress up in something more silly or cute.

Although she knew a lot of the girls would go for cuter costumes, Uraraka wanted to pick a costume that was more on the silly side. After going to a few stores with Mina and Hagakure and coming up empty, she was struck with a moment of genius. Well, maybe it wasn't genius, per say, but it made her giggle. First, she'd had to make sure it was okay, as she didn't want to offend anyone. Once given the go-ahead, she quickly figured something out.

Sure, Todoroki had been a little caught off-guard that she wanted to dress up like him for the costume party, but, as befuddled as he had been, he'd told her that it wouldn't bother him. He had even offered to help her should she need it. He was so kind-hearted and, in the three years that they'd gone to school together, he'd really warmed up to the rest of the class. It helped that they had become close friends thanks to Deku.

On top of that, Bakugou had been harassing her about her costume decision. She hadn't told him what it was, knowing that he'd probably be taken aback. His rivalry with Todoroki was on a different level from his one with Deku and seeing her dressed like him would probably send Bakugou into a fit that would make her laugh for days. She was already excited, but had to make sure that it was just right before joining the others.

"Okay, no looking!" Uraraka said before she stepped into Todoroki's room.

"Not looking," he informed her.

"You better not be peaking," Uraraka warned.

"I'm not. I promise."

Knowing that his word was as good as a blood contract, Uraraka fully opened the door and tiptoed inside. Just as he'd told her, Todoroki was not looking, having turned his back to the door and closed his eyes for good measure. She grinned at the sight of him in costume. He'd been a little wary of the whole thing, but Momo and Deku had convinced him to give it a go. He had dressed up as a doctor, scrubs, a white long jacket, a pair of glasses, and stethoscope to boot, all of which kind of reminded her of Recovery Girl.

"You can turn around now," Uraraka told him.

Todoroki did as she said. As soon as he opened his eyes, they widened in surprise. "Uraraka, your hair…"

She laughed. "It's a wig."

"Where did you get it?" Todoroki asked.

"Apparently, I'm not the only one this year that thought to dress up like future pro hero Shouto," Uraraka teased. He pressed his lips together and, in a shocking twist of events, even turned a little pink in the face. "Are you blushing?"

Todoroki did what he could to keep his reaction under control. "It's just...strange is all." He stepped closer to her so that she had to tilt her head to keep looking him in the face. When he reached out to touch her face, her heart skipped a beat, but she didn't move away. "You're missing part of the costume though."

Uraraka twisted her lips in a frown. "I didn't know if it'd be in poor taste."

"It wouldn't be me without it," Todoroki said, not an ounce of regret in his voice. A lot had changed over the past three years. Accepting themselves and their past had been a big step for everyone and not just him. He'd had more hurdles to jump than most, but he had made it to the finish line with them in the end. "Did you bring anything for it?"

"Just some facepaint." Uraraka pulled out the container from one of the pockets on the hero costume she was wearing. It felt odd wearing one that wasn't hers. Of course, this one had been made to fit her size and for women. It could zip down a lot further than was necessary in the front, but she'd decided to keep it on the conservative side. After all, Todoroki didn't run around fighting villains with his bare chest showing.

Was it getting hot in here? She briefly entertained the idea of lowering the zipper to cool off, maybe see if he did prefer the costume that way, but then quickly cleared that thought from her mind. That was a highly inappropriate thought to have right now in his bedroom. What on earth was she thinking?

"Come on, let's fix you up," Todoroki said, taking the paint from her and sitting down on the floor. She did the same so that she was in front of him, crossing her legs and laying her hands in her lap. After unscrewing the lid and setting it to side, he put a finger under her chin to tilt her face upward and she instinctively closed her eyes.

When Todoroki began to paint the left side of her face, Uraraka had to suppress a shiver. There was something about the delicate way he was holding her chin in place and a wet finger sliding over her skin that made her want to squirm. This was not what she had been expecting when he had offered to help her with the costume. He wasn't the most tactile person, not like her, so when he initiated physical contact, she knew that it was a big deal for him. It meant that he was comfortable - with the person and the situation. He was only like that with a few people. He'd done it with her a handful of times, but never this intimately.

"There, all done."

Uraraka opened her eyes. Not having a mirror on hand, she pulled her cell out of a pocket and turned on the selfie camera. Todoroki had done a remarkable job of capturing the same outline of his scar on her face.

Setting her phone aside and standing up, Uraraka couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

Todoroki shrugged as he got back on his feet. "A little late to say 'no' now, isn't it? The party started ten minutes ago."

"I'd rather go without a costume than make you uncomfortable," Uraraka told him seriously.

Furrowing his brow, Todoroki asked, "So...you'd go with nothing then?"

Uraraka's cheeks turned almost as red as the paint. "That's dirty!"

"Ah, I meant you wouldn't wear a costume," Todoroki replied quickly, his cheeks dusting with a faint hint of blush. She could count the number of times she'd seen him blush on one hand and each one had made her giggle. "And by that, I meant you'd wear regular clothes. I wouldn't expect you to attend a party sans clothing."

"Mmhm, of course you didn't," Uraraka teased. She looped her arm through his and tugged him towards the door. "Come on then. They're going to begin to wonder what's taking us so long."

When they walked into the common area, where everyone was gathered, they were met with the sight of a packed room. Even at only ten minutes late, they were one of the last two to arrive. Judging from the way Kirishima and Sato were chugging glasses of fruit punch together, it was definitely going to be a night that some of them remembered. Not to mention she caught Kaminari dumping another small, clear bottle into the cooler. They were celebrating, after all. It was a night to go all out.

"Hey, is it just me or did Todoroki shrink?" Sero called out.

Uraraka smiled and rubbed the back of her neck. "It doesn't look dumb?"

"No way!" Sero exclaimed. "You look dead up like him. That's so crazy."

"He helped out," Uraraka replied, playfully nudging Todoroki in the side. Her eyes swept around the room in search of Bakugou, but he didn't seem to be here yet. Maybe he was still getting ready. Next, she searched for Deku, Tsu, or Iida. She found the three of them by the windows, all of them in costume, and guided Todoroki in that direction. She could feel him becoming more hesitant about the large crowd as the seconds ticked by, but once they were surrounded by close friends, he eased up.

"Wow, Uraraka, your costume is spot on!" Deku exclaimed.

"Don't forget our resident neurosurgeon," Uraraka joked.

"My costume isn't that big of a deal," Todoroki said, neither trying to be humble or downplay himself. "I saw two other people dressed up like doctors."

"You look much more respectable," Iida told him. "Refreshments anyone?"

Everyone nodded and headed in the direction of the drink table. Uraraka thought to tell Iida that she'd seen Kaminari pour some alcohol in it, but… He really should've expected it with a party like this. For all she knew, he had known about it. She couldn't picture Iida drunk - she couldn't picture any of her friends drunk - but as long as they were careful, it shouldn't be bad. When Tsu handed Todoroki a glass of punch, he gazed down at it, as if thinking the same thing as her, but began to sip on it without complaint.

Had Todoroki ever drank before? It was hard to tell. On one hand, he didn't seem the type, but on the other, he was chock full of surprises. He was usually easy to anticipate, seeing as how he was so steady, but sometimes he would say or do something so out of left field that it threw her for a loop.

Like when he'd held her chin and touched her face to put on the paint earlier. Just thinking about that made her drink a bit more anxiously.

With the party under full swing, there were all sorts of activities that Momo and Kendou had come up with together. They'd done most of the planning and coordinating so that the two hero classes would be able to have fun together. It wasn't often that they did things as one unit, so it was nice to hang out with the others. Somewhere she could hear Monoma cackling, but not even that bothered them anymore. It was a night to have fun and let loose for everyone.

While watching Deku's poor attempt at acting something out in a game of charades, Uraraka's eyes began to wander until they finally landed on the person she'd been waiting for. Bakugou must have shown up at some point, but she'd been too distracted to notice. She had to put a hand on her mouth to suppress the giggle that threatened to come out when she finally spotted him and saw what he was wearing. No doubt he thought he looked dangerous and cool, but there was something about him dressed up as a biker in nearly all leather that amused her.

"I'll be right back," Uraraka said to none of her friends in particular. She didn't want to just disappear on them, but there was a chance that none of them heard her either. Tsu and Iida were very into the charades game.

Todoroki noticed though and followed her line of sight to Bakugou before she could look away. If he had any objections, he didn't say anything and simply nodded his head.

She appreciated it more than he knew. Her relationship with Bakugou was...different. Not all of her friends understood or particularly liked it, but she didn't need them to. They'd been together for a few months, if one could say that, although they'd never actually used the terms before. He used his actions to show everyone that she was his, throwing his arm around her shoulders, wrapping a hand around her waist and tugging her against him. She was still mortified over the hickies that he'd left that one time. When Aizawa had seen them, he'd rolled his eyes so far back that she'd been concerned for his quirk.

Slipping through the crowd, Uraraka crept up on Bakugou until she was right behind him and then tapped on his shoulder, trying to maintain a blank expression as much as possible. When Bakugou glanced back at her, he scowled and turned back around. "Shitty costume, Icy Hot. You didn't even try. And what are you doing hunched over like that?"

"It's not Todoroki," Uraraka said. "Well, not really."

Bakugou spun around so quickly that it looked like he might get whiplash. Uraraka almost winced for him. "What the fuck, Uraraka?" His voice came out in a raspy growl, the kind that he knew always got to her, but it was the furious intensity burning in his eyes that made her eyebrows raise this time. The last time he'd given her that look had meant that she'd struggled walking back to her dorm at some ungodly hour. She did not want to think what it meant for her now.

(Okay - or maybe she did.)

"Looks pretty close to real thing, doesn't it?" Uraraka teased as she spun around in a circle. His eyes never left her, somehow growing more intense by the second. "Except I'm not anywhere near as tall as him."

"You look…" Without warning, Bakugou cupped her chin, stilling her. "Your face."

"Oh, Todoroki did it!" Uraraka explained. "I wasn't sure if it'd be in poor taste or not, so I waited for his approval and-"

"Icy Hot painted your face?" Bakugou questioned. "He...touched you?" He narrowed his eyes into near red slits. She should have expected him to be a jealous person, considering how much he desired to be the absolute best at everything. It never really bothered her, seeing as how she knew damn well that she had her moments too, but he was particularly sensitive about a few people, Todoroki included. "What - did you give him a show or something?"

Uraraka rolled her eyes. "No, I just wanted to make sure he was okay with the costume and didn't think I was mocking him or anything."

"And? What did he think?"

"He liked it!" Uraraka said, beaming brightly.

Bakugou snorted. "I'm sure he did. Someone dressing up like him." By someone, he meant Uraraka, his not-girlfriend girlfriend. Oh, he was so prickly sometimes. This was why she hadn't told him about her costume ahead of time either. He'd just complain. At least now, since she'd sprung it on him and it was too late for her to change, he'd blow past it for now while in front of everyone. He was still glaring at her in a way that made her want to laugh.

"You're just jealous that no one dressed up like you," Uraraka said, poking him in the chest.

"I am not!" Bakugou shot back, swatting at her hand.

"I'll wear the Sexy Ground Zero costume for Halloween this year," Uraraka teased.

Bakugou would never admit to blushing, but his cheeks did turn a light pink at that. He'd rather say that he was pissed off than hot and bothered over a comment like that. The fact that one existed had made her laugh for a solid five minutes before she'd put it away, unable to look at it any longer. How weird would it have been if she'd shown up to this party as a sexy female version of her boyfriend?

There was a sudden glint in his eyes that made Uraraka pause. Oh no. She knew that look. It was the one he gave right before he turned the tables on someone. He'd done that to her a lot in the beginning days of their relationship. One second she'd have both feet on the ground and the next he would say or do something that would send her floating to the skies. It was a look that spoke of danger and daring, the kind that sent her reeling. It was retribution for making him blush and she knew it.

"So you chose the Sexy Shouto costume instead?" Bakugou demanded in a drawl.

Uraraka pouted and put her hands on her hips. "It's just the regular costume."

Bakugou snagged the front zipper of her costume between two fingers. "You sure about that?" When he tugged down on it, exposing a lot more of her chest, she snatched his hand with both of hers and stopped him from showing off anymore. As if she needed her breasts hanging out. Half the reason she'd chosen this costume was so that she wouldn't feel like she was competing with the other girls in who looked the hottest. Her hero costume was tight as hell as it was. He grinned at her. "You sure look like you're heating up right now."

"Ass," Uraraka grumbled, sticking her tongue out at him.

Bakugou reaching around to give her butt a playful squeeze through the costume nearly made her jump out of it entirely. "Yup, still there, even if it's hidden."

Uraraka was definitely bright red now. "Do you have to be like this in public?"

"It's not my fault you got me riled up," Bakugou said defensively, pulling his hand away from her and folding his arms across his chest. Now he just looked like some big muscled biker dude, but instead of being intimidated, she just wanted to giggle. Gods, did he have fake tattoos on his arms as well? Was he trying to purposely distract her?

Also: "How did I get you riled up? I've literally done nothing."

"We could go take care of that and I'll play nice the rest of the time," Bakugou offered, which was not an answer at all. The way he was eyeing her now though made her feel like one of the cupcakes that Sato had baked for the party. It was not a look that she wanted everyone to see him throwing her, but he didn't seem to care in the slightest.

But she really hadn't done anything. All she'd done was show him her costume and make a few dumb jokes. Had it been the comment about wearing a sexy version of his costume? No, she didn't think so. He'd been giving her this look since he'd realized it was her and not Todoroki.

"You just got to the party," Uraraka pointed out.

"We don't have to be long," Bakugou countered.

Uraraka's brain was decidedly split in two. On one hand, it was very difficult for her to say no when Bakugou gave her that look because it made her melt and she knew that she would be more than happy come the next few minutes. On the other hand, she didn't want to miss this party or any special moments with her friends. Still, like he said, they could be quick and she wouldn't really miss much since she wanted to spend time with him too. At the party, of course, but he'd have to make up for it later if need be.

"I guess it won't take me long to re-do my hair for the wig and the face paint," Uraraka said, half to herself.

"Leave it," Bakugou replied as he snatched her hand, his response and the action so fast that her head was spinning.

"Oh, okay-" Uraraka didn't really have time to say anything else as Bakugou dragged her through the crowd with the type of haste that made everyone move out of his way. Sure, she got a few strange looks, including one from Monoma that was far too knowing and smug that made her blush all over again, but for the most part, people ignored them as they made their way out of the room. It was a good thing too because she was already squirming with anticipation and Bakugou felt ready to explode.

Wow, something had really gotten under his skin in just a few minutes.

As soon as they made it into one of the elevators, Bakugou had her pressed up against the wall, the front of his body molding against hers. The doors hadn't even finished shutting yet and she let out a squeak when his lips pressed against her neck. He placed a possessive hand on her hip, pulling her forward against him as he pressed kisses all the way down her neck to her exposed collarbone. She started to sigh in pleasure when his lips were suddenly on hers, swallowing the sound, and she granted him access to her mouth almost instantly.

To be honest, they were very rarely affectionate in public besides him holding onto her, so the fact that he was all over her now like this was sending her brain into overdrive. It was like he couldn't get enough of her, but the one thing that stood out the most was how aggressive he was. He gripped her tightly, caged her in, and gave her little time to breathe so that she was left panting in his mouth. A tiny voice in her mind thought that he was going to take her right here on the elevator if it didn't hurry up.

"Bakugou," she managed in between his crushing kisses. "We passed our floor."

"Fuck that," Bakugou growled before nipping her earlobe and she whimpered. What did he mean by that? Were they going to do it in the elevator? That felt far too public. "He thinks he can just mark you like that? I'm calling retribution."

"Wha-?"

The doors opened and Bakugou dragged her out, keeping a tight grip on her. He pulled on her so hard that he staggered backward and hit the wall with her thumping against his chest. It didn't seem to bother him though as he instead wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled her close so that they could messily kiss again.

Wait. What had he meant by retribution?

A door clicked open next to them and Uraraka glanced over to see that Bakugou had reached out to twist the knob while they were making out. She furrowed her brow and gave him a quizzical look while he just smirked at her. They weren't on their floor, but the fifth floor and the people whose rooms were up here were…

Uraraka's jaw dropped. "No."

Bakugou's smirk took on a near manic level. "Oh yeah."

It was Todoroki's dorm. She had known that look in Bakugou's eyes meant danger, but she hadn't known how much.