Based on some art I did tonight that posts in a few days. It is just a shameless un-beta'd Kacchako drabble. Shoutout to lucyrne for bringing this rarepair to my attention and thereby allowing me to drown in it like I do with my other rarepairs. I present: Kacchan and Ochako at the beach.
"You have five seconds to put me down."
Bakugou is shaking with anger and honestly starting to wonder if coming to the beach was actually a bad idea. As if seeing Uraraka in a halter one piece bikini (not her gym class one!) wasn't enough. Bakugou's eye twitched under her finger pads as she held him from flying off by his face. His feet were raising by the second and his arms spread out to steady himself as he floated the three or four feet he was up in the air. His fists he clenched tightly to avoid doing something stupid, like grabbing Uraraka's hands… or her face.
Mischievous brown eyes twinkled up at him. Uraraka tilted her head to the side in feigned innocence as her amused expression morphed into something darker. Oh, the amusement was still there, but this was Uraraka's fighting face. He'd issued a challenge and he's known since they first were pitted against each other that she won't back down.
"Five seconds or you'll what?"
He'll… shit. He doesn't fucking know what he'll do, but it has to be something that will make her put him down. People are starting to stare and snapchat it, dammit! His face is warm and he has to clear his throat before speaking. Why are her fingers so soft–DAMMIT.
"If you don't fuckin' put me down in two seconds, Uraraka… I'll…"
He has to gulp because she's outright grinning at him now. Why did he agree to this? Why does she think they're friends or something now?!
"You'll what?" she asks, voice bright and all… twinkly. Yuck.
"I'll, uh-" her toothy grin shrinks down to lips pressed together to subdue her laughter- his eyes dip to watch. "I'll, um, do something that'll piss you off, that you won't like."
Not his best comeback, but he feels like all his blood is rushing to his face. Bakugou blames it on the rest of his body being at a higher elevation than his head.
Uraraka's jaw moves as she weighs what he might do- not that he knows anyway- and her eyes narrow. She's looking at him through her lashes and he's watching her mouth form her response, fingers still gently holding his cheeks.
"Try me."
Bakugou doesn't think. He just unclenches his fists and suddenly his mouth is on hers and there are teeth and soft lips and the taste of the sweet and sour lemonade that she had on their walk down the boardwalk. He has a fist full of her hair and a hand on her neck when he pulls away.
Uraraka's eyes are wide and her mouth is a small red 'o' when she lets go of his face. Bakugou takes a second to admire her, because she looks fuckin' adorable…
…until he starts floating higher.
His grip on her falters as he calls out, "Fuck- hey, Uraraka!" She snaps back into the moment and presses her hands together.
There's a thump and he's got a face full of sand.
Uraraka lets a snort escape as he pushes himself up onto his elbows. Her hand reaches out and he flinches before she brushes sand off his cheek.
"You're a mess… um, sorry about the drop." She rustles his hair, shaking sand everywhere, as he swats her away. She leans in and he can smell the sunscreen off her. "But, Bakugou, I thought you were going to do something I wouldn't like?"