Disclaimer: I do not own Boku No Hero Academia. I am not making a profit off of this.

A/N: So, this is my first attempt with this fandom and ship. Let's do it!


"Oh well," Uraraka sighed as she pulled the pink leopard print comforter off her bed. Brown eyes drifted to the ash blonde teen next to her as she pretended not to notice the damage. Her fingers curled hastily around the blankets, snatching them off the bed casually. "It was about time I got a new bed set anyway," she shrugged, smiling cheerfully as she turned to face him.

Bakugo silently pulled the pillows from the bed. His fingers traced over the crisp thin burn marks, sighing loudly.

He was surprised the smoke alarm hadn't sounded.

Though their relationship had taken him by surprise, it amazed him how well they completed each other. Uraraka's natural sunshine warmed and calmed him, and his fierceness motivated and inspired her. They'd grown closer in their time at U.A.; the dorms bringing a new level of intimacy to their relationship.

It started with sneaking into the lounge past curfew for late night snacks and snuggles.

Late night snacks and snuggles evolved into midnight make out sessions in one of their rooms.

Midnight make out sessions turned into sleepovers and cohabitation.

His shirts were scattered among her clothes in her drawers and closet. His headphones and favorite water bottle had a home on her desk next to his MP3 player. Bakugo couldn't count the pieces of clothing or possessions Uraraka had left in his dorm.

They were sharing a bed as they normally did, and he'd nearly burned her alive in his sleep.

A burning smell and a pang of adrenaline from a nightmare had jolted him wide awake. Bakugo had sat up, the soft confused murmur of his girlfriend's voice offering a brief moment of calm before he remembered the situation at hand. He'd quickly smothered the flames, screaming for Uraraka to get off of the bed.

Bakugo hadn't gotten the will to look his girlfriend in the eye since he put out the flames.

He'd almost burned her.

"We have tomorrow off," she commented, her feet quietly padding against the thin carpet of the dorm as she walked over to her closet. Uraraka pulled out another sheet set. "We could get lunch tomorrow? Then we could go shopping for some new sheets?" She suggested with a small smile on her face. "You know," her voice was light and teasing as she gently bumped his shoulder as she quickly worked to replace the sheets. "If you didn't like my comforter, all you had to do was tell me."

He closed his eyes, hands balled tight against his sides.

"I wonder what co-"

"Shut up!" He snapped.

Uraraka jumped, head turning to face him in surprise.

Bakugo's eyes were squeezed shut as he clenched his jaw in frustration. His fists were curled at his sides, body tense and shaking with rage. "Just," he panted. "Shut up."

She tilted her head, smile falling from her face. "Katsuki…" She breathed pathetically.

"Don't!" He growled warning her.

"Katsuki," Uraraka repeated, unbothered by his rage. She gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay. They're just bed sheets."

"I'm not worried about the goddamn bed sheets!" He yelled, snapping away from her angrily. "Fuck the damn sheets!" His fingers dug into his scalp as he backed away from her. Back to the wall, he slid down to a crouching position breathing heavily.

She walked over to him. Kneeling in front of him, she tenderly placed her palms on either side of his face carefully making sure the tips of her fingers avoided his face. She tilted his face to ensure their eyes met. "What's wrong?" Uraraka whispered.

Bakugo's brow furrowed as he tried to pull himself away from her.

"Hey, hey," she hushed, keeping her grip firm. "Talk to me. What's wrong?"

"I almost killed you, you idiot!" He screamed, the words spilling out before he could stop them. Bakugo's chest burned as he felt his eyes sting with the tears. Screwing his eyes shut, he swallowed the lump bubbling from his chest. He didn't want her feeling sorry for him, not when she was nearly a victim of his destruction. "You're worried about that stupid bedsheet, talking about fucking shopping and lunch, and I nearly burned you alive!"

"It's not a big-"

"Don't fucking clear my conscience, Ochako," he hissed, shaking his head. "What would have happened if you were laying in front of me?"

"I wasn't."

"That's not the fucking point!" Bakugo yelled with a feral growl. He inhaled deeply, head falling back against the wall.

Uraraka slowly lowered her hands, gingerly sitting back on her knees. Her fingers curled around the hem of Bakugo's black band t-shirt she wore. "Okay." It was obvious, even before they had gotten together, Bakugo had trouble expressing himself. Uraraka learned that sometimes it was better for him to rant and work out his feelings as he talked.

He was mad at himself for endangering her, and her for easily forgiving him. Bakugo couldn't comprehend how she could sit in front of him patient and unphased by the danger and destruction. All he wanted to do was have her wrap her arms around him and tell him it was fine.

That she'd be there.

He wanted to hear that she wouldn't leave him.

Bakugo knew she would and was ready to, but he was ashamed.

He didn't deserve her forgiveness.

It felt wrong to have her comfort him.

"This isn't okay," he breathed, feeling his heart break. Bakugo couldn't fathom existing without knowing she was by his side. It was selfish to keep her. His eyes softened sadly, shaking his head. "I had a nightmare, and I nearly hurt you. This isn't okay."

Uraraka nodded, "Okay." She tilted her head, looking at him in adoration. "We'll talk to Hatsume about some gloves for you to sleep in before we go shopping."

"Ochako-"

"I'm fine," she whispered, crawling closer to him. Her arms looped around his neck, pressing her forehead against him. "Yes, my sheets are done for and my mattress is burned, but," she chuckled. "It's probably only a matter of time before I float you in my sleep."

Bakugo's face soured. It wasn't funny. How was she laughing?

"You wouldn't hurt me."

"I almost did."

Uraraka placed a tender kiss against his lips, fingers curling into the tuft of hair at the back of his head, "You didn't. You can't get rid of me that easily."

He couldn't help but wonder what he'd done to deserve her. "Angel face…" Bakugo knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself if anything ever happened to her.

"Come on," she pressed another gentle kiss to his lips. "Let's go back to bed."

Bakugo looked at the burned sheets resting on the floor, "What if I-"

"You won't," she told him. She grabbed his hands, tugging Bakugo to his feet.

"But-"

"You won't."

He growled softly, "I could h-"

"You'd never," Uraraka insisted. Her fingers traced loving patterns against the palms of his hands.

Bakugo gently pulled her against his chest, burying his chin to the top of her head as he tangled his arms around her body.

"You'd never."