Pining (Day 1) / kacchakobittersweetweek


It wasn't that he was waiting for her; no, he'd never admit that. She was a grown woman able to take care of herself, or so she swore. Yet, past midnight, the ash-blond sat at their living room sofa while engulfing himself with mediocre entertainment that late-showing television offered. His crimson eyes stared onto the screen as the low hum buzzed his ears; his mind stationed elsewhere. Ochako was out on a date for that late evening, promising not to stay out too late, if she could prevent it. The teasing comment had fussed his mind mildly – it wasn't like she knew.

His emotions toward her were quiet ones and unknown, confusing more than not. He had known the round-cheeked young woman since the days of scraped knees and dirt under their fingernails. She was a wild child, adventurous and untamed – one that managed to keep up with his on-off tempers most times. She'd teased back and stick her tongue out at him when he'd deserve it, somehow, staying by his side into middle school, and then high school.

High school was when he had unintentionally noticed her soft features. How her unnaturally large, smoky eyes had stayed unbalanced in proportion to her face. Her rosy, round cheeks hadn't gone away, as well. She'd kept her angelic visage, as her soft, hazelnut brown hair framed her face. But she never minded throwing a punch his way when he needed one. Bakugou smirked at that thought. He had grown to care for her, slowly and gently and then suddenly all at once. Her tender smiles had transition into a dose he needed to witness most mornings along with the faint scent of her strawberry shampoo.

Moving in together had been her suggestion when she learned he was in search for a roommate after finding a college upstate. At that time, she was unsure of what she wanted to do outside of high school, and maybe with him she'd figure something out. There wasn't a 'no' from his side. He was unhesitant to take care of her when she needed so.

The rattle of the doorknob interrupted his thoughts, allowing it a couple of seconds for it to open. When it didn't, he stood and made his way towards it, opening it only to have her body slump onto the floor. She had rested her back against the door, never expecting Bakugou to open it. She blinked her eyes up at him a few times before she tried to get up, "The room's spinning..." she assured him and he signed with irritation noting she was drunk. "And I forgot my key!" She said with frustration of her own.

After giving up she laid on the tiled floor, not minding the cold burning against her skin due to the dress' design. "And I'm so clueless..." Her voice shook and he noticed her tremble on the floor, his cue to scoop her up and closing the door with his foot. She shook her head and then pressed it against his chest, curling herself, as if trying to mold into him.

"The fuck is the matter with you?" His question was blunt and edgy; it didn't bother her, as she had learned a long time ago that was who he was.

She felt small inside his arms, and warm even though the night was filled with fresh breeze. Autumn was stabling itself and the nights were becoming colder with stronger winds. Her scent of fragrance was pleasant, not her usual body spray, excluding the hint of alcohol. She sobbed once and when she didn't reply to his question he asked again.

"Oi, pink-cheeks, what's up?" He placed her down where he was once sitting, dropping her gently only to have his tee tugged. He looked down at her, and she blinked innocently up at him. "Are you going to tell me or not?"

"You're going to laugh at me," she said, peaking at his curiosity. With a cocked eyebrow he sat next to her, facing her as she settled herself with her back against the arm-rest.

"Fuckin' spill," he commanded and she groaned.

"It's embarrassing!"

"With this state, who's to say you'll remember anything in the morning?"

She wrinkled her nose at him, finding his comment distasteful. But if she didn't vent with him, who would truly hear her out and give her honest advice as he's shown to do since she could remember.

"He's gay!" And it wasn't a bad thing – except when she was trying to date him, it complicated the intentional-romance-relationship she intended to build.

"That green-haired guy?"

"Yes!" She sniffed and rubbed her cheeks, "When I arrived, he was there with his boyfriend. Who also has colored hair by the way – red and white. It looked nice on him actually – "

"How did you not know he was gay?"

"I don't know," she swore, "I was at the bar, you know the one down the street? It was a weekday, and I thought maybe I'll find someone not much of a freak during the week, more chill." Ochako brought her knees up and began untying her heels, "And he saved me from some guys that were bothering me," she went on stretching her feet towards the blond, mindlessly resting them atop his thighs, "asked me if I wanted to take a drink with him, and I said yes."

"How is it that he said yes to you when asking him out?"

The brunette was removing her earring-studs; reliving the moments in her mind flustered her with irritation, "I just said if he wanted to grab drinks another time. He said sure and that was the end of it." She pulled her legs into crisscross under her, leaning forward with wide eyes staring at the blond man, "I'm never going to find love," she said in a sense of matter-of-fact.

"With that creepy face, of course not. Stop it," he replied, grabbing one of the sofa's cushion and gently slapping her face with it. She let herself fall back letting a sound of desperation escaped her dry throat.

"You'll never leave me, right?" Bakugou heard her ask.

He remained silent, observing her as she reached for the assaulting-cushion to comfort her head, repositioning herself so she'd be able to stare back into his dark eyes. Her feet rubbed against the soft material of his sweat pants, in a comforting way, knowing the answer to her own question. He decided to look away, feeling oxygen-deprived, hoping it didn't show in his face. His hands were becoming clammy and he didn't understand how a simple question managed to get him riled up.

"You're my only man, Katsuki," she mumbled and his heart began to race against his chest, the sentence tugging at his heartstrings. He knew the meaning behind those words held a different meaning than what he yearned for, still, that didn't stop them from prodding at him.

"Why you gotta say cheesy shit, round-face?"

He heard her giggle shyly, the room becoming quiet once more. Her small feet stayed stationed on him, her short dress only covering so much as her legs crossed. And then snoring sounds made their way at him. He smiled for a second, managing to chuckle quietly, getting up and scooping her up in his arms. Her body quickly tugged into him, and he could only admire her angelic face with warm cheeks. He dared pressed his lips against her showing forehead, letting them sit against her skin for a few seconds before walking into her bedroom and setting her under covers.

"Stupid," he muttered so quietly to himself at realizing how lightweight his chest felt in knowing how sabotaged her date turned out. "She's not yours," he said lastly before walking out and lightly closing her door behind him.


A/N: I took a little longer than anticipated to update this prompt! But nonetheless, had so much fun with this one. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Also, I would like to remind you guys I'm fairly new at writing bnha/kacchako fanfiction, so I apologize if this is severely OOC!

Please review! I would immensely appreciate it!