*)O(* So here is my try at an OT3. I hope you guys like it. I think this trio is underrated and under-written. There's, like, less than 100 stories for it right now on AO3. I'm trying to help fix that. Third year setting. A bit of them being stupid. Eventually lots of them being together. *)O(* Disclaimer bullshit: This applies to every chapter of this story. I own nothing, am making no money and am simply writing this for my entertainment and the entertainment of the other weirdos that like this OT3. THIS IS RATED M FOR A FUCKING REASON! DON'T REPORT MY STUFF BECAUSE YOU'RE 13 AND YOUR MOM FOUND YOU READING MY STORY. Thanks. :)
Three rather oblivious teens stood away from their class mates. Class mates who either wanted to hug them or strangle them. There were no in-betweens here. Well, save for the few that wanted to do both. In their defense, this had been going on for the whole last year. Of course year three was always filled with drama. It was a normal high school thing for people to realize that their lives were about to change. Things would be different from here on out. The realization often brought up things that had been hidden. In this case the majority of their class watched as three idiots danced around each other. Often times it was hard to call the three leading candidates of their class idiots. At times like this, it was not. An argument had started right before they were supposed to start their weekly movie night. Over what? Sitting in the middle of one of the couches. Todoroki sighed as he watched. He wanted to hug Midoriya and Uraraka. The two were so caught up trying not to step on each others toes it was ridiculous. Bakugou, however, should be strangled for his unending asshole demeanor. Even when the idiot was trying to be nice he was still an asshole. Would he never learn?
"Just sit down!"
"No, really, I'm alright."
"Yeah, Kacchan, I don't really mind either."
"Damn nerds! Just sit, would you?" Bakugou ordered. Someone behind Todoroki chimed in, "There is enough room for all three of you. Why don't you all just sit?" Iida inserted. Right, he's came in late and hadn't watched these shenanigans from the beginning. "They all want to sit in the middle, or did, now none of them will take the middle." "Stay out of this-"
"Bakugou should be the one to sit in the middle. Both Uraraka and Midoriya like to put their legs up on the arms of the couch during a movie. Also, Bakugou is taller. He will be able to see over whoever sits in the beanbag chair. It would make watching the movie easiest for everyone that way."
"Fine, whatever." Bakugou huffed and quickly sat down in the middle of the couch, his arms slung over the back. Any earlier protest was forgotten. Midoriya and Uraraka both looked relived as they sat on the left and right, respectively. "Count on Iida to use logic." Yaoyorozu mumbled beside Todoroki. Her eyes were suddenly looking anywhere but at the tall man with glasses. "Count on you to find that hot." Todoroki quipped. His friends face grew red. He swore all of his classmates were giant balls of hormones and fetishes.
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Midoriya could feel his entire body humming with anxiety. If half of it was condensed into his left side where Bakugou was located, at least he knew why. The blonde was close. Only a few centimeters separated them, and right across from him was Uraraka. He wished a little that he was in the middle so she would have been closer. This would do, he told himself, since he didn't know how well he would have been able to handle being so close to both of them. There was also the issue he was having with the idea of separating them. He'd been trying to keep his distance from them for the last week or so. It was quiet clear that they had some kind of connection. They'd been training together in the mornings since second year. Here lately, if he went to study with either of them, he could often find them together already. They invited him often, just as he invited them to study as well. Normal friendly behavior. He knew he no longer thought of them as just friends. To be honest, he'd love Kacchan for years. Uraraka won his heart when she changed how he heard 'Deku.'
It wasn't fair for him to have these feelings towards either of them when he could see the way that they treated each other. Bakugou was far more kind and tender when it came to Uraraka than he was with anyone else. Uraraka seemed to purposely seek Bakugou out in return. He would back off. He'd already come to that solution. He would be happy for them when they finally got together. It was outrageous to pine after two people anyway.
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Uraraka felt like she was living on razor wire. If she stood still and didn't move then she could be happy. At anytime she could slip and her heart would be sliced in half. The absurdity of it all was not wasted on her. She was completely and hopelessly in love with two men who were already in love with each other. They had _history. _The most she could ever hope for was being there when they got married. Maybe they would even ask her to be a surrogate for them when they were ready for kids. Her face heated at the thought. She was thankful that none of her classmates could read minds. Her mind turned dark again. She couldn't tell either of them how she felt. The day they both realized they could be together would be the day she fell from the wire. She would watch as they lived happily with her destroyed heart in her hands. She would watch on, as close as she could get, with a fake smile on her face to hide how she wished she could be happy with them. She wouldn't impose. She would always know that she wasn't welcome and would act accordingly.
For now they were all friends. She was going to get as much time as she could with both of them. She wanted as many memories of them as she could get. Maybe when they both walked away from her, she could look back on these times without too much pain. Every time she trained with Bakugou. The late nights spent studying with Midoriya. The teasing and laughter that filled their lunch periods together. Each and every time she received a smile from Midoriya. The way Bakugou would call her Round Face with a smirk that had no hint of his normal mean tone. The way they both fought so passionately and aggressively when trying to complete their goals. A memory popped into her head. Sometime around the middle of their second year when they were allowed to spar together without holding back. Clothes ripped and burned away and she got a peak or two at just how built the two of them were. Midoriya won in the end, but only barely. Both were sweaty and panting. Neither wore a scowl as they walked to her. A bit of playful shoving and teasing. The warmth of the memory spread through her heart now. They both smiled at her. It was then that she knew just how far down the rabbit hole she already was.
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He glared at everything around him. Usually he would have his arms crossed to really put up a barrier. Right now he kept them laid on the back of the couch. He knew the two nerds who sat beside him too well. An hour or less into the movie and they would both be asleep. When they bother crashed, he would be ready. He refused to feel bad for keeping them apart. It sated his ever growing jealousy and gave him exactly what he wanted: the both of them at his side. He would never admit it. He'd had Deku by his side since forever and that's where he wanted to keep him. Round Face had snuck up into his life; first fixing the horrible name he'd given Izuku and then showing him she was strong enough to stand beside him.
The jealousy he nurtured flared as he thought of how close they were without him. They'd been friends since the day high school started. There was warmth in their relationship; kindness and laughter. He didn't have that with either of them until recently. It didn't mean he wasn't trying now to gain that warmth. He just wasn't any good at it. He felt incapable of saying what he meant. Even if, contradictorily, he meant most of what he said. 'Good job', came out as, 'You weren't as shitty today.' He couldn't stop himself when he'd conditioned himself to speak like that his whole life. At the very least he felt he couldn't do it without letting them know how he felt. His normal glare hid his sneer at the scene playing in his head. Deku's disgust at hearing his life long bully loved him. Round Face's polite decline that hid her revulsion that someone so pathetic would think they had a chance with her.
Something thumped against his side. He looked to his right. Deku was asleep. He tried not to smile at the sight. He looked to his left. Round Face was already half asleep. Her blank, half-lidded stare at the T.V. let him know she was moments from sleep herself. The way she was leaning would mean she wouldn't end up against his side like Deku. That wasn't okay. He needed some kind of reason for her to reposition. He softly poked her shoulder. As she looked at him, he could feel his insides melt. Giant brown orbs stared up at him lazily. He nodded his head towards the green mop of hair hidden on his other side. "Looks like you won tonight." He whispered. Uraraka cocked her head, shifting closer to him to see what he was talking about. He wished he could have planned just how perfect what happened was. She leaned against him to get a peak before a soft smile spread across her face. "I won," she said softly. Not quiet a whisper left her lips. "He's cute when he's sleeping." A yawn escaped her, and to his utter surprise she snuggled into his side. "You're so warm," she hummed, as if it was a half baked excuse for her sleep addled actions. Half a moment later she was also asleep. He looked around quickly. Every one looked like they were still watching the movie. Bakugou grit his teeth. This was his chance. Carefully, still checking to see if anyone else noticed, he lowered his arms. He basked in the feeling as he held them against his sides. Some small voice in his head that told him that this was a bit creepy was hushed as he looked down at the two of them. Their faces soft and smoothed of all worry. They leaned against him, trusted him. His heart throbbed painfully in a good way. If he smiled there was no one looking to see it. He closed his eyes.