Notes: YEEEEEEEEEAH. I can't believe I'm writing this. I'll send you all a postcard from hell. Also, I can't believe I thought I could keep this a one-shot. There was just too much I wanted to talk about concerning the Kirikacchako relationship and how things have been since they started whatever they have. Turned out I had a lot of feelings over it. So yeah, this first half is mostly fluff. The second half is going to be where the action is at. I might change this to "explicit" depending on how it goes. So if you want just the fluff, then stick with chapter one. If you want the RIDICULOUS and SHAMELESS smut, then move on to the second chapter when I post it. I'm ecstatic that people are digging this ship!
It started out as a relatively innocent night. Kaminari's birthday was something that none of them could miss. Sure, they all had separate lives of their own and many had moved away to pursue their hero careers, but birthdays were something sacred. It was a time that they all did their best to get together on, a little reminder of the good ole days. Kaminari was big on going all out and they usually suffered for it the next day, but there was no way that they were going to bail on him, not even Bakugou.
They'd made sure to work hard during the day at their respective jobs and get the next day off because there was also no way in hell any of them were going to be good to work the day after.
All three of them getting a full day off was hard. Bakugou put in hours like he was meaning to get his own hero agency any time now. Uraraka was often torn between daring rescue missions that pulled her out of the city at a moment's notice and also villain fights in the city. The hero agency that Kirishima worked at was forty-five minutes away and he was often in some brutal takedowns. They did what they could to spend time together and it was usually good enough, but having tomorrow off was special, so they weren't about to squander the night.
Seeing as how the bar Kaminari had chosen was closest to Bakugou's place, Uraraka had decided to do most of her getting ready there. She'd made sure to pack her outfit and makeup kit before leaving for work this morning so that she could go directly to his place. Bakugou had still been working on some paperwork when she'd clocked out, so he'd given her his key to let herself in.
By the time she'd made it to his place, Uraraka was still buzzing anxiously over the fact that he had casually given her the key to his apartment, his sanctuary. She hopped in the shower, which was much nicer than hers, and used his shampoo since she'd forgot to pack her own. So what if she smelled like Bakugou? It wasn't like either he or Kirishima would mind.
Sometimes, Uraraka forgot just how...unusual her life had become in the past few months. Ever since Bakugou had been hit by that lust quirk and she, Kirishima, and Bakugou had all come to realize some very interesting things about one another, life had evolved into something both spectacular and strange. Not in a bad way though. Things were brighter. She felt more. She was happy . Oh, sure, she'd been happy before, but this was like "the sun is always shining and the birds are always singing" kind of happy.
That wasn't to say there hadn't been any bumps or awkward moments. Uraraka could not deny having a jealous streak here and there. The nights that Bakugou and Kirishima got to spend together when she was stuck at work or otherwise busy had been sour for her at first. It had humiliated her and she'd even worried that she wasn't cut out for whatever they were trying to do until she'd buckled down and talked with Kirishima about it and he had copped to feeling the same way.
Strangely enough, it had been Bakugou who had helped them get over it. It turned out that he had never once felt jealous over Uraraka and Kirishima spending time together without him. Instead it had helped put him at ease that he wasn't being a selfish jerk or demanding too much of them. It had been surprising since Bakugou was admittedly the type that demanded attention the most in everything he did.
Also, while her feelings for Bakugou had been quite solid in the beginning, things with Kirishima had been a little different. Whatever they had now had come slowly as they'd found their footing with one another. He could be just as energetic and stubborn as Bakugou, but his enthusiasm was different. He was brighter, in a sense, and much easier to deal with. He had more of an easygoing nature so there was a natural push and pull with him instead of the lots of pushing she had to do with Bakugou sometimes.
Things had developed with Kirishima naturally though. She couldn't imagine her world without him being such an integral part of it. Not just in a romantic way, but as a friend as well. They'd always been good friends, if only because the both of them excelled in making friends with people outside of their group through their positive nature, but they were much closer now and she couldn't be happier about it. Who knew Bakugou of all people would have brought them together?
Or well, it had kind of been that villain with the lust quirk.
When they had finally caught him, it had been a real struggle not to laugh. That guy really had changed all their lives, but it wasn't like she could walk up up to him and say, "Hey, thanks for getting me two boyfriends!" or anything like that. Whatever the three of them had together, they'd kept it private. Sure, Uraraka kind of felt bad about not telling Tsu, but they were still figuring things out and Bakugou, for as loud and flashy as he was as a hero, was an intensely private person. This was theirs and he didn't want anyone butted their heads into their business.
Honestly, Uraraka thought that Bakugou just liked the idea of having both her and Kirishima to himself.
With the shower done, she set to getting ready. She may have gone a little further in her normal dressing up than usual, opting for a matching set of undergarments. The black bra and underwear fit her nicely and accentuated her curves more. Honestly though, the big deal was that she was matching. Normally she didn't pay attention to what bra and underwear she wore, but then Bakugou liked to point them out and she was being forced to actually consider what she put on under her clothes.
It was easier to put makeup on before the constraints of the dress she'd picked out. Of course it wasn't scandalous by any means, but it was a little more than usual. She wanted to look good! It wasn't very often that she got to dress up and she'd actually pulled in extra money in the past few months, so she'd allowed herself to splurge on an outfit that was on the high end of the clearance section. A simple above the knee black dress with two white stripes around the bottom that hung off the shoulders and cinched at her waist. It was cute .
Uraraka never went all out with her makeup, but in her haste to finish so she could put on her dress and stop standing around in her undergarments, she dropped the lip stain and it clattered noisily on the ground before rolling away from her. "Shit, of course." It rolled all the way to the shower and she shuffled over there, bending down the pick it up.
Of course, in that exact moment, Bakugou had shown up, hearing her music in the bathroom, and decided to greet her in the most inappropriate way by grabbing her by the hips and slamming her ass back against him. She yelped and jumped up, nearly banging the back of her head against him, but he cackled and let go of her so she could spin around and shove a hand against his chest.
"That wasn't funny!" Uraraka exclaimed. "You scared the hell out of me!"
"Shouldn't have had your music on so loud or you would've heard me knocking," Bakugou replied cheekily.
She glowered at him halfheartedly and then turned back to the mirror to finish her makeup, trying hard not to blush over the fact that she was standing around in her undergarments and he was just there. It was difficult for her though. Neither Bakugou nor Kirishima had any issues walking around in their boxers at any given hour of the day. It was unseemly and rude and drove her mad. On more than one occasion, Bakugou had walked out of the shower with nothing on, not even a towel, which had sent even Kirishima into a coughing fit.
Not that she didn't have their confidence or anything (she didn't, not in that respect at least), but Uraraka had always been more modest. She could still remember the horror she'd felt upon putting her hero costume on for the first time. She should've been more specific on it. They'd made it so damn tight. Even now, though she'd made adjustments on her costume, it still clung to her figure. She was trying to be braver about things like that or at least more comfortable, but it was a work in progress.
Bakugou slipped his arms around her waist and tucked his face into the crook of her neck. "Do we really need to go out?"
"Yes, we do," Uraraka told him, determined to not get distracted by the feel of his hard body pressed against her back or the way he was nipping at her neck. Somehow, she managed to put the lip stain on even as his hands slid over her bare stomach. There was still what she considered pudge there. She had been terrified that Bakugou or even Kirishima would be displeased with it since they were seemingly made of solid muscle, both it had never occurred to Kirishima that it was a big deal and Bakugou was fanatical about how soft she was in his hands.
"We could have a little fun beforehand," Bakugou pointed out, his hands going up further to cup her breasts. "Who the fuck did you go shopping with to get this?"
Of course he recognized that she hadn't worn it before.
Uraraka sternly slapped his hands away. "Not unless you want to be late and leave Kirishima waiting for us." She turned around in his arms again and began to shove him towards the shower like a dog that had gotten into a puddle of mud. "Now take a shower and get ready."
Bakugou smirked. "Someone's in a bossy mood tonight."
"You know you like it," Uraraka replied dismissively as she walked out of the bathroom.
She heard the shower start as she shut the door. He should be pleased that she had taken a quick shower, so that he'd have more hot water. His showers were akin to bathing in lava. Picking her dress up off the bed where she'd laid it out, she stepped and wiggled into it. She had tried to sexily slide into her clothes before like actresses did the movies. It had...not ended well. Thank everything she'd tried it at home by herself first before attempting it in front of the boys. Not even Kirishima would be able to hold back from teasing her over that.
It didn't take long for Bakugou to get ready. Uraraka sat on the couch texting Tsu and Mina while waiting for him. He was wearing snug black jeans and a t-shirt that was loose enough to be comfortable but tight enough to make his muscles noticeable. It made her feel a little silly for being overdressed, but then his red eyes roved over her like fire and her breath hitched in her chest. She uncrossed her legs and he licked his lips. Blush tinged her cheeks.
"You're so shameless," Uraraka scolded teasingly as she stood up and smoothed the bottom of her dress.
It was a nice enough night where they could walk to the bar, figuring that they could take a cab back if they drank too much and were feeling lazy. Bakugou had gotten comfortable enough where she could hold his hand in public sometimes. He was flustered half the time and had to constantly wipe his palms in concern that they might ignite, but after brushing hands a few times, he'd snatch her hand and pull her close to him.
The thing about both of them was that they had to be careful holding hands, if only because of their quirks. Sure, Bakugou didn't mind suddenly finding himself floating without gravity, but he did not want to hurt her with an explosion. It was something Kirishima never had to consider. He'd been caught off guard the first time Uraraka had accidentally floated him when they'd been goofing around at the pool at his apartment complex, but not angry, and he was used to Bakugou's quirk, like he knew right when Bakugou might explode so he could harden to protect himself.
When they were about a block from the bar, Bakugou jerked his hand out of her grip, as if she was the one with hot and sweaty hands. She rolled her eyes, but didn't complain or pout. They couldn't exactly keep things a secret if they walked into a bar holding hands. It was hard enough seeing Kirishima and not tackling him on the spot. She hadn't seen him in over four days because of their conflicting work schedules. She missed him. The fact that she did miss him made her feel giddy and silly too.
As soon as they walked into the bar, a few feet apart to make it seem reasonable, Kaminari spotted them from his seat on top of the bar and shouted, "Bakugou! Uraraka! The two lost loves of my life!"
Uraraka leaned in to ask Bakugou, "Is he drunk already?" but Bakugou just shook his head and gritted his teeth as he allowed Kaminari to pull him into a hug, still sitting on the bar. He jumped down so that he could pick Uraraka up and spin her around in a hug while she laughed. "When did you start drinking?"
"I haven't," Kaminari said cheerfully. "I just missed you all."
It turned out that they had arrived right on time, as other people began to flood in just a minute after them, successfully distracting Kaminari from the fact that they'd arrived at the same time. Deku and Todoroki showed up on some ten minutes later, Deku apologizing for being late, Todoroki completely oblivious that they were. Maybe she was standing too close to Bakugou, but there was a knowing smile on Deku's face when they connected eyes and she couldn't help but blush.
Predictably, Bakugou took issue with it. "I bet he thinks he knows everything," he grumbled while holding onto his beer tightly.
"Oh calm down," Uraraka harrumphed, nudging him in the side with her elbow. He did it right back to her and she couldn't stop the smile if she tried.
Out of all their friends, Deku was the only one that more or less knew what was going on. He had even promised not to tell Todoroki, which was saying something, since they told each other absolutely everything. After all, it had been with his help that Bakugou had been able to kick the effects of that lust quirk so fast. His mere presence had cancelled it out. He didn't lord his help over Bakugou any, but that didn't stop Bakugou from thinking it. Not that it mattered. Things had worked out better than expected in the end for all of them.
Uraraka greeted Deku and Todoroki like family while Bakugou stood irritably at her side. Luckily for all of them, neither boy took offense. In fact, Deku appeared amused, even offering to buy them a round. Bakugou couldn't turn that down and a round turned into a competitive shot for them while Uraraka and Todoroki opted for a simple cocktail. Those two would never fully get over their rivalry, but at least it wasn't violent anymore. She didn't want to have to kick Bakugou's ass for real.
Around an hour into the party, Kirishima finally showed up, a sheepish look on his face and a present in his hand. Kaminari was ecstatic and thankfully not drunk yet. Uraraka caught the heated look in Bakugou's eyes as Kirishima made his way through the crowd toward them. He was being patient for once, staying still and biding his time, but she knew it wouldn't last long. He was an explosion waiting to happen.
Uraraka sighed into her drink. "Just go to the bathroom and make out with him already." Apparently, her astute observation pissed Bakugou off because he shot her a glare and she shrugged her shoulders. Finally, Kirishima stood in front of them and she beamed, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him in close for a hug. "It took you long enough!"
"Sorry, I got stuck in traffic," Kirishima explained. Bakugou snorted, his arms folded firmly across his chest, no intentions of giving a hug in public noted. "So boring, I know. A villain takedown would have been way cooler."
"Next time, call when you're gonna be late," Bakugou said. "We could've done something to take up the time."
Kirishima grinned. "Who's to say I didn't call so you wouldn't leave me out?"
Bakugou scowled and chugged the rest of his drink. "Asshole." He grabbed Kirishima by the shoulder, turning him around, and shoved him in the direction of the bar so they could get drinks together.
With the boys gone to do their own thing and mingle with their old crew, Uraraka found Tsu and Momo. Standing next to Momo made Uraraka a little feel better about how much effort she'd put into her outfit, if only because Momo was wearing an absolutely stunning dress.
"You look fantastic, Momo!" Uraraka greeted. "Did you make it yourself?"
Momo's cheeks turned pink, holding a flute of champagne in her hands delicately, and nodded her head. "It's not that big of a deal, just a little hobby to take the edge off hero work. I was worried that it might be too much, but…"
"No, I love it," Uraraka insisted. "Next time I need a dress, I'm hitting you up."
"Really?" Momo smiled brightly. "I would love to make something for you!"
Even though Momo was the smartest person that Uraraka had ever known, she understood Momo's nervousness. They were all a lot more confident in themselves than when they'd first gone to U.A. and had grown in their own ways, as both people and heroes. Momo was plenty more confident in herself as a hero, but something as simple as fashion design was different. It was more personal. Uraraka had felt the same way about her body and her place with Bakugou and Kirishima. It was just something that they had to work to get over in time.
"You seem awfully close with Bakugou these days, Ochako," Tsu pointed out, going straight the point as usual. It didn't matter what Uraraka did; she knew that she was going to blush. "Have you two been hanging out?"
Uraraka laughed and it sounded awkward even to her ears. "Oh, you know, we've been pulling a lot of late night shifts. He's relentless." Thank gods the boys weren't around. She didn't think Tsu or Momo would catch the double entendre, but they would. "It's nice though! I actually got a raise last month and moved up five spots in the hero ranking."
"Wow, congratulations!" Momo exclaimed. "I guess working with Bakugou has its perks."
They didn't know the half of it. Uraraka somehow managed to keep a straight face. She didn't like omitting things about her life from Tsu, but she wasn't going to talk about it until Bakugou and Kirishima were comfortable with it. She thought Kirishima was okay with telling people, but Bakugou was still against it. Not that he was embarrassed or anything. He just didn't like people being in his business. Uraraka felt the same way honestly. She liked having something that was only hers.
"He's moving up the ranks fast next to Todoroki and Midoriya," Momo pointed out.
Tsu tapped her chin thoughtfully. "They're probably racing to see who opens up their own pro hero agency first." While it was always something of a dream for heroes, it wasn't really one that Uraraka was considering. Becoming the top hero had never been her main goal. It didn't seem to be Kirishima's either. They'd leave that to Bakugou, who would probably try to convince them to work for him if he did. He did like all his eggs in one basket. "It's nice that Midoriya and Todoroki can still be competitive with each other while being in a relationship. It's really helped both of their ambitions instead of hindering them."
"I think it's sweet," Uraraka said.
It had been one of Deku's concerns when he and Todoroki had got together two years ago - that their positions as heroes would get in between them. Both of them were aiming for the top, after all, for their own reasons. He cared about Todoroki a lot, but he also had his own goals that he had to accomplish first. Instead, they managed to push and compliment each other. Uraraka could understand it. Bakugou had pushed her forward when they were just coworkers, but it seemed to double now. It wasn't that he thought she needed to improve; it was that he knew she and Kirishima were capable of more and he wanted it for them as much as he wanted it for himself.
"Alright, girls!" Mina shouted excitedly as she bounded over towards them, very clearly a little buzzed. "Enough with the chit chat. It's time to dance!" She snatched Uraraka by the wrist and tugged her onto the dance floor, nearly making her yelp and spill her drink. "Let's show everyone how to have fun!"
Normally, Uraraka waited until she had a little more alcohol in her system before she had the confidence to dance. It was strange how she could face multiple villains head on and jump into a burning building, but shaking her ass on a dimly lit floor to music with a bunch of strangers made her balk. However, she wasn't going to do that tonight. She was going to go out there and have a fun time with her friends.
When Uraraka began to dance like there was no tomorrow and she didn't care if anyone was watching, Mina damn near shrieked with laughter. "Get it, girl, woo!" They held each other's free hands and raised them in the air as they danced. Neither one of them was doing anything spectacular, just bopping to the music. Uraraka knew that Mina was a much better dancer than she was playing at right now, but it didn't matter. They were just being silly.
It wasn't long before the birthday boy joined them, hopping around with drinks in both hands, and both girls cheered him on. After that, others followed them onto the dancefloor. Tsu, Momo, Sero, Hagakure, and even Iida, who might have danced worse than her but was at least enthusiastic about it. They bounced around to the music together, laughing bubbling out of Uraraka's mouth unbidden. Deku came out too and the two of them danced sillily together in a way that would've had her blushing before but now her cheeks only flushed from the effort.
When she caught eyes with Bakugou, she waved her hand at him, but he merely folded his arms across his chest and shot her a scowl. No way was he stepping on that dance floor. She huffed, coming to a stop and putting her hands on her hips. He shook his head. She tapped a foot on the ground. He picked up his drink and took the most aggressive gulp she'd ever seen. It was a no-win situation.
Kirishima came up next to him from the bathroom, caught sight of the two of them, and shoved his drink into Bakugou's empty hand with a laugh before making his way towards her. Sliding behind her, he put his hands on her hips and propped his chin on her shoulder, speaking into her ear, "Why don't we show Bakugou what he's missing out on, huh?" His hands gripped her snugly and she leaned back into him, swaying to the music, a grin on her lips. The heat in Bakugou's eyes tripled and his scowl deepened. Kirishima gave a throaty laugh.
It must have been too much for Bakugou because he slammed Kirishima's drink back and then stomped towards the pool tables where Todoroki, Ojiro, and Tokoyami had gone. If Bakugou was willingly going to the area of the bar where Todoroki was, then he was deeply bothered. Uraraka couldn't help but giggle and she turned around to face Kirishima. She felt so warm and happy. Part of it was the alcohol, sure, and the feeling that came from being around good friends, but another part was just them.
"I'm gonna order some food," Kirishima told her after the song was over. "Have some fun with the girls." She nodded her head and caught herself leaning into him at the last second. He noticed him and a sharp grin spread across his face. It had just come so naturally to her. He leaned in close, his mouth close enough to her ear to nibble on it. "You look great, by the way, although Bakugou said you had something even better on underneath."
Uraraka shoved him away playfully. "Go get your food!"
"Oh, someone's in a bossy mood tonight," Kirishima joked before sauntering towards the bar.
Rolling her eyes, Uraraka joined back up with the girls, who were trying to decide whether to keep dancing. In the end, it turned out that they were all out of drinks, so they decided to freshen up in the bathroom, get another round, and then take a short break. It had been so long since she'd had an outing like this. It was easy to get swept away by it and she let the easygoing flow take over. She'd missed her girl friends. As heroes, they were always working, so she didn't get to see them nearly as much as she would've liked.
At some point, Sato brought out a cake and everyone gathered around a table so they could sing Kaminari "happy birthday" and let him blow out the candles that Todoroki had lit. (Bakugou had been about to give it a go, but Kirishima had stopped him at the last second. They wanted the cake to still exist, after all.) As Kaminari opened his presents, Uraraka sat comfortably in between Tsu and Iida, like their U.A. days, back before she had started to become more involved in Bakugou's world too.
It was a great night. Uraraka felt so at ease and happy. It was more than just contentment. She hadn't realized that being happy in one aspect of her life would help her flourish in others as well. It bolstered her confidence by tenfold, this pure joy and excitement. There would be bad days - there would be moments that she would have to work through and would hate - but if she could hold onto this memory, this feeling, then it would be worth it.
They sat at a group of tables, snacking on the various food that people had ordered from the bar. Uraraka reached over to pick at what Kirishima had ordered, snatching her had back before Kirishima could swat her hand. She gave him a cheeky as she ate the food. Bakugou scoffed in his seat next to the redhead, but then ate some of his food as well.
A comically betrayed look crossed Kirishima's face as he exclaimed, "Order your own food, you fiends!"
Uraraka laughed as the two boys bickered. Yeah, it was worth it. She could get used to this.
