I actually had an itch to write for these two. The pairing isn't popular but hey the chemistry is GREAT and the possibilities with these two are endless. So this will be a series of one-shots featuring the pure little angel and the angry little shit everyone knows and loves. I hope you all enjoy!
I don't own Boku no Hero Academia nor any of lovely characters in it!
Chapter 1: Her Thanks
Love is in the air..
..or at least spreading among the students of Class 1-A like a hormone induced virus that feeds off of the unsuspecting urges from young underdeveloped teens.
And for Bakugou Katsuki, Valentine's Day only existed as an idea until he entered grade school and the nauseating truth of the "Day of Love" became apparent. His mother had been quite shocked and predictably disappointed upon the realization that her son had called a young girl a list of rudimentary names due to the fact she had gifted him a small bag of heart shaped treats. It was only later he found out that it indeed was not a random, undermining act of kindness and girls were supposed to give out sweet candies to those they favored on Valentine's Day. Still pissed him off just thinking about a girl believing that he really needed her attention. He was fine alone.
Ever since that day, he only ever received a small box of assorted chocolates with a little note that read "Happy Valentine's Day! Please be a gentleman today. Please. Love you! -Mom". It always ended up in the garbage anyway, but the motherly sentiment was there even though she should know that chocolate just was not his cup of tea and nor were pleading requests specifically meant to order him to act in a certain way.
He hardly cared anyway. Valentine's Day was a nauseating concept that only got more nauseating as he grew older and his peers grew even more curious about the opposite sex. Small, meaningless candies evolved into heart shaped boxes full of flavored condoms and gourmet chocolates. Instead of just joining each other for a play date they joined each other for a heated evening in an old, dusty hotel. Bakugou really didn't pay much attention to it. To him, it was just an ordinary day that was just slightly more irritating than the rest.
So as the explosive male stared across the room, or rather glared across the room at the shitty little Deku with piles of lovely boxes atop his desk, he couldn't help but wonder why it irked him in the first place. He could only blame it on his pride, the fact that the flimsy little shit was able to score just about every female's attention in the classroom while the closest he got to interacting with one of the girl's from his class was when he beat the shit out of Uraraka back when the Sport's Festival took place. And speaking of the gravity girl..
"I-I actually made this for you!" She blurted loud enough for the entire class to hear, her eyes burning with that same determination she had when he had faced her back then. It was hardly a suitable expression for the situation, but then again Uraraka was a bundle of odd characteristics that made her unpredictable and different. Bakugou scoffed at his thoughts, slightly perplexed at the little spark of excitement that ignited within his chest at witnessing that same look that had excited him the first time. He decided that it was heavily due to the fact that her look was just a reminder of an exhilarating battle rather than a silly concept such as "feelings".
Deku reacted as typical shitty Deku would react to such a thing: spluttered nonsense, flailed his hands around a bit like a timid school girl, then finally accepted it with a quiet "thank you". And yet that apparently was the reaction she had wanted, because she threw her arms around him and gave him an enthusiastic thanks even though she was the one giving him the gift in the first place. He rolled his eyes, mumbling a slur of curses that could be clearly heard by anyone sitting in his vicinity. And no one commented, because Bakugou Katsuki cursing was no special surprise to anyone in the room.
When Aizawa finally entered, everyone scattered back to their seats like cockroaches, settling in their seats with heated cheeks and twinkling eyes. A lighthearted atmoshpere became apparent, making the blonde slightly sick to his stomach because for one thing it smelt of chocolate and he could practically smell the raging pheromones. And suddenly, among other particularly annoying things, a faint snicker became audible near him, "Guess you'll be unlucky tonight.."
"I will fucking end you."
By the time class was over, everyone was rushing out of the classroom with plans for the evening already confirmed and partners already hand in hand. Even the less unfortunate organized events involving sappy romance movies and booze to accommodate the lack of a date for apparently the "most important day of the year". Bakugou could only snarl at the sickening sight, deciding to exit the scene as quickly as possible so as to avoid witnessing another second of gushing teens. Though as he rose begrudgingly from his seat, a heavy hand was quick to hold him into his place.
"Dude! I didn't get anything either! We should totally hit the town and pick up some girls!"
Bakugou swatted his hand away, not even having to look to know that it was Kirishima, "Touch me again and I'll fucking kill you." He retorted, practically boring holes into his head with his glare, "And I'm not going anywhere with you to do any of that dumb shit. I have better things to do." Kirishima whined at that, attempting to persuade his sort of "friend" to join him once again, "Come on man! You don't want to be alone on Valentine's Day! At least come on out and have some fun!"
"Fuck off. I've been alone every Valentine's Day and I've been just fucking fine." He shot him one last glare before slinging his bag over his shoulder and turning to leave. At that point, Kirishima decided to play it safe and lay off. He had a pretty good grasp on how far Bakugou could be pushed (not very far), so this was the fine line that he knew not to cross.
He threw his hands up defensively, "Alright, suit yourself. If you change your mind give me call though." With that, he took his leave, leaving Bakugou alone in the classroom, and slightly more angry than before. The blonde grunted an irritated reply even though the redhead had already left, and as he started toward the door, he was only stopped yet again by a light tap on his shoulder. He turned, irritated by the fact that he had been interrupted once again.
It surprised him to see Uraraka, staring up at him with those big doll eyes and that big dopey smile, "What the hell do you want?" He spit out venomously, although it actually didn't come out just as menacing as he had intended it too.
She laughed, a sound that resonated in his ears like Christmas bells, "It's Valentine's Day Bakugou-kun! I don't want anything!" She reached into her bag, that same smile still plastered on her face, "Well, I guess I do want something.." Her small hands then retrieved a small box from her bag, the weightless female presenting him a small, heart-shaped box, "I want to give you this. They're homemade! I made everyone from Class 1-A a box of my own special chocolates!" She huffed determinedly, brows knitting together in a manner that would have normally been serious had it not been plastered on the features of a girl with the looks of a twelve year old, "I'm calling them Uraraka's Super Special Deluxe Chocolates!"
It was terrible, and it earned a glower from the latter that only made the girl laugh even more, even if it was marginally more nervous than before, "Kidding! But they are homemade and they are for you!" Bakugou hesitated before slowly taking the box from her. His frown never faltered, nor did her gleaming grin. She was blinding, and for that he could barely tear his gaze off of her.
"I hate chocolate." He suddenly said, thinking back to that little box resting in the bottom of his garbage can back at home. This earned a gasp from the girl, a stroke of disbelief striking her features, "What?! No way!" Quickly, she took it back from him, apologizing in the process. This startled him, the boy hardly expecting her to snatch it back.
"Hey, what the hell?!" He snapped as he watched her move to place the box back in her bag. She brought her actions to a halt at that, looking back up at him curiously, "But you said-" He snatched the box back, "I never said I didn't fucking want it." He retorted and preceded to examine it. It was delicately wrapped, pretty and pink. Clearly she had put some work even into the packaging. His eyes narrowed, but he said nothing and her bravado from before vanished then, the girl suddenly appearing as if she was under a spotlight.
"U-Uhm.. well.." She looked away, appearing uncomfortable all of a sudden, "..Thank you." She finally mumbled, a small smile forming on her lips. This threw him off for a moment, his eyes widening at her unnecessary thankfulness. It confused him, but he tried not to let it show for too long that she was able to break down his guard with simple, quiet words, "For fucking what? Telling you I hate chocolate?" Her bubbly personality from before returned, a titter filling the air, "No, for accepting it anyway so you wouldn't hurt my feelings." She tucked a hair behind her ear, meeting his gaze with a dazzling expression of gratitude and merriment, "You're not so mean after all, Kaachan." And with that, she darted for the door just as he opened his mouth to unleash the stream of curses at the successful attempt to grate his nerves.
When he finally settled, the blonde carefully opened the box to reveal its contents. It definitely didn't resemble the factory made chocolates his mother had given him that very morning. The smell was the same, but he expected nothing less. He chose the one in the middle, that one appearing different from the rest since it was white chocolate.
Popping it in his mouth and giving it a hesitant chew, he decided that maybe chocolate wasn't so bad after all.
I actually love little Deku but this was Bakugou's POV so I had to keep it in character. Maybe next time an Uraraka POV? What do you guys think? Leave a review and let me know!
