Katsuki Does Not Dream of Pink Cheeks

Chapter 1: Awakening

He was back at the Sports Festival, what would have been the crowning achievement of his first year if it hadn't been for that icy hot bastard pulling punches in the final bout of the tournament. Thankfully, it wasn't that dreaded memory that Katsuki Bakugo was reliving. He couldn't even be sure it was truly a memory at all. The time and scene he remembered well, but his perspective was different now. Not only that, but his temperament as well. All of the fire and drive he'd felt back then was gone now as he retraced his steps. Assuming that was what he was doing here. King Explosion Murder couldn't be sure. All around him were his fellow UA students, but beyond them was a thick mist-like quality to everything around them, shrouding what would have been the crowd entirely. It vaguely reminded him of the brief glimpse of purple he'd taken in before succumbing to Midnight's power back when he'd beaten half and half.

A familiar gargantuan screen caught his eye. It was the monitor that had shown the bracket of the tournament. The bracket hadn't been updated yet, proving his conquering of all his peers. It was still fresh, as if none of the first round had even taken place yet. His name drew in his focus. It was beside Uraraka's.

"Uraraka? Who the hell's that?" he heard himself spit without feeling his mouth move to speak.

A startled utterance compelled him to turn around. It was her. Ochaco Uraraka. She wasn't in her training garments like everyone else though. Instead she donned a flattering cheerleading uniform. Bakugo didn't recall seeing her in this back then, but surely he had, at least in passing, or so he reasoned. But why did it draw his attention now?

Uraraka had a startled expression on her face. Had he brought this on with his question? Or was she just that terrified of the prospect of facing him? He didn't know. And what's more, the explosive blonde wasn't sure why he cared when he'd never given her a thought before. He hadn't even committed her name to memory before he'd faced her in their match later that day. However, his eyes didn't linger on Ochaco's startled expression and all curiosity as to her thoughts faded entirely as then teen's carmine eyes roamed.

The bright orange uniform suited her, though Katsuki would never have imagined her wearing it. Her navel was bare, which he wasn't used to seeing of her. She'd always been more of the modest type. Her skirt was short, well above her knees. And her chest was surprisingly ample.

"Um… Bakugo? Why are you staring at me?" she asked awkwardly, a tinge of fright in her voice. If a deer in headlights could be translated into a sound, she'd just discovered how to do so.

He felt a faint warmness in the face.

"Pfft," the blonde spat. "I was just trying to remember your name, pink cheeks."

"Pink cheeks?!" she repeated in a shy brand of outrage.

She and everything around her vanished into a purple mist that enveloped Bakugo. He felt as if he were under a light drizzle. An intoxicating smell filled his nostrils as he searched for any sign of an explanation.

'Why the hell am I thinking about her? Or the Sports Festival? Or any of this?!' he thought angrily as he stomped out of the purple mist and found himself in another memory.

Uraraka stood before him again, this time on the tournament stage where they'd fought. But the memory wasn't perfect. She hadn't changed out of her cheerleading uniform for some reason. Bakugo felt his eyes roam again before stopping himself and snapping out of it, whatever it was.

"You're the one that screws around with gravity, right, pink cheeks?"

"Pink cheeks?!" she parroted again.

"Well if you're going to give up, do it now, because I'm not going to hold anything back."

"LET THE EIGHTH MATCH BEGIN!" Present Mic's voice resounded through the arena.

As if on cue, Uraraka charged toward him. There was a look of fierce determination in her eye. Finally, something he understood.

"Giving up isn't an option for me!" she exclaimed, keeping her fast pace.

He expected to counterattack, as he had when they'd first had this match in the past. But his body didn't move this time. Or at least, not in the way he'd wanted it to. Bakugo realized all too late what was happening.

As she darted toward him, Uraraka's breasts were bouncing noticeably. Between that, her bare stomach, and that damn skirt, the blonde wasn't sure what was coming over him, but it was nothing good.

'Damn it! What am I doing?!' he looked to his hand. 'Move, damn you! MOVE!'

No matter how hard he tried, his hand would not move and produce the explosion he needed to counterattack. At this rate he wasn't even sure he'd be able to dodge. After feeling a foreign sensation, Katsuki looked toward his groin and realized the only thing moving would be of no use to him.

With pure horror at this realization, he looked forward, only to find that the object of his unwanted stimulation was now only inches away.

"I've got you!" Uraraka shouted, pinning his arms to the ground as she fell forward onto him, forcing him to the ground in a full body pin.

Though he was horrified that someone was getting the best of him, Bakugo felt warm. Warmer than he'd ever felt. Quite the achievement, considering his quirk. He could feel her heartbeat pounding, her breasts against his chest. He felt her thigh rub against his stiff lower region. The blonde couldn't tell if she'd taken notice of this or not. It was horrifying. Humiliating. As well as the best feeling he'd ever had.

"I've ... got you…" she panted again, this time with an implied disbelief.

Pushing herself up, she looked down at him with a tired and victorious smile before standing back up. She'd somehow exhausted herself with the mere anticipation of him putting up more of a fight. He was as surprised as she was. Katsuki felt himself begin to float, further and further upwards and back, toward the edge of the ring. He could only squirm and look around in horror. He couldn't seem to activate his quirk. Once he was well beyond the perimeter of the ring, Uraraka brought her fingers together.

"Damn it! Damn it! DAMN IT!"

"Release!"

The blonde felt his rear hit the ground in defeat and the crowd cheered and Present Mic announced the results.

"AND THE WINNER IS OCHACO URARAKA!"

Passionate cheers permeated through the crowd. The victor had clearly been the underdog and/or the crowd favorite. This was the loudest response one of the battles had provoked yet. But they weren't for him.

"I did it!" Uraraka shouted joyously, jumping into the air with a proud fist raised.

Bakugo wanted to be mad. To get back into the ring and show her what a fluke that had been. But more than that… he wanted to admire the view.

Even while he faced the humiliation that was the afterglow of his defeat, she still looked stunning. Perhaps even more so than she had before. Again, the blonde found his eyes fixated on his beautiful peer. Particularly on the spots her uniform flattered on so well, but not exclusively. He liked it all. Every inch of her.

'What the hell?! Am I sick or something, what the fuck's going on with my body?!'

Katsuki couldn't fathom why he wasn't more upset. He'd lost! And to that damn nerd's round faced friend of all people. He wasn't sexist by any means – at least not by his definition – but there was also something more humiliating about losing to a cutesy girl rather than some alpha at the top of his class. At least then he'd have an excuse.

No. There was no excuse. Not for losing. Not to anyone, not ever. That nonsense isn't becoming of a number one hero. He hated losing. To anyone. But especially to her! Or so he thought…

Her hair, her smile, her skin, her striking figure. He couldn't take his mind off one bit of it. In fact, he was so fixated, he didn't even notice the wet spot that appeared on his trousers. Round face turned her head and looked to him while she continued to bask in her surprising victory. A puzzled expression appeared on her face, followed by a vivid blush as she brought a hand to her mouth in startling discovery.

With a jolt, Bakugo's head surged forth as his eyes opened. He was in his dorm room. Everything was normal again. Well, almost.

"What the hell was that?" he asked himself disgustedly. "A dream?"

Katsuki brushed aside his covers to reveal a giant wet spot on his pajama bottoms. He felt a vein pop on his head as he gritted his teeth and fought the urge to shout his outrage out loud.

"No. It was a nightmare." He spat.

For a moment, he gathered his thoughts before remembering in vivid detail just who he had been dreaming of. He exploded inside.

'DAMN IT! DON'T TELL ME I JUST HAD A WET DREAM ABOUT URARAKA! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! WHAT THE HELL?!'

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. This was unlike him. He didn't think of anyone like this, much less Deku's stupid friend! He wasn't some pervert like that grape rape bastard! Katsuki knew he was at the age where such feelings were normal, but he'd always thought of himself as being above all that crap. Even on the off chance he would have ever had such ridiculous thoughts of someone, he'd always assumed it would've been one of the many more promiscuous spirits he'd encountered. Midnight's demeanor practically begged for such thoughts, that blonde Mt. Lady had helped save him when he was kidnapped by the league of villains, and even ponytail bitch had helped too, not to mention she practically walked around nude in her hero costume half the time.

But Uraraka?! Why her? His first wet dream and she was his inspiration?!

'Damn it, that can't be right! That fucking nerd's pal cannot be my sexual awakening! I refuse!'

In an outrageous betrayal, one head disagreed vehemently with the thought of the other. Staring angrily at his stubbornly stiff loin quarters, Katsuki Bakugo had an aggravating exercise in acceptance as he turned his head to the side and spat in shame.

'Ura-fucking-raka was my sexual awakening. Great.'

AN:

My favorite BakuRaka fic seems to have reached a standstill, so I felt compelled to write one of my own. Haven't prepared too much in advance, so I'm quite open to feedback, but expect a slow burn, cause that's more in my wheelhouse and I think it suits the characters best. Don't know if it'll remain BakuRaka either. This will be a fic of exploration as Bakugo comes to know a side to himself he loathes, yet needs. Hope you guys like the title reference.

Sidenote: I love the dub and the sub, so expect to see elements from both when it comes to Bakugo's colorful nicknames for the rest of the cast. In terms of name spellings, I'll probably adhere to the dub for comfort and consistency's sake.