Lemon fan-fic. Are you into risky situations? Katsuki is!

Bakugou and Uraraka have been playing a twisted game with each other.

This time he wants to thank her for making him feel so damn good the last time they were together.

WARNING *************** Contains graphic adult content

A cold wind whipped through the evening air, rustling the trees as it howled across the open courtyard. There was a storm on the way. Bakugou huddled over and stuffed his hands into his warm pockets as he trudged his way back to school.

He glanced up at the windows of the primary building, observing that a few lights were still on. He noticed one light in particular, the light from the home room of Class 1-A. As he looked, a shadow moved swiftly past the windows. Damn it! That meant she was definitely still in there, which meant she had a snowball's chance in hell at making it back to the dorms on time. What the hell was she thinking? They'd been trying to set this meeting up for two weeks and she couldn't even bother to text him? So RUDE.

"Who the hell takes this fucking long to clean a classroom anyway?" He grumbled to himself. He was failing miserably at not taking her tardiness personally.

Right before he entered the building some additional movement caught his eye, a second shadow. Someone else was in there with her. He debated turning back. He couldn't really justify being on campus this late and he had no idea who she may be in there with. Maybe it'd be best if no one witnessed him looking for her. As he came up the stairs, he heard the sound of laughter drifting down the quiet hallway.

"Oh, hell no, for real?" He was certain he recognized both voices, she was in there with Deku.

Bakugou jolted down the hall, lurching to a stop just outside the open door of his homeroom. From his hiding-spot he was able to secretly listen to the voices within the room.

It was definitely Uraraka and Deku. They were talking about the Whip Attack Jiro had used during class that afternoon. They sounded like they were having a greaaat fucking time too. It pissed him off! She was supposed to be meeting with HIM right now, but here she was, talking and goofing around with that fucking nerd! He'd been counting down the hours before he got to see her again, but she must not have felt the same. Clearly, she didn't give a shit about being late to see him.

Bakugou took a deep breath and tried to relax. He was determined to stay as calm as possible, even if he was raging on the inside. He wasn't really that upset, he just couldn't stand the idea of her being in there alone with Deku, they got along too well for his taste.

Another wave of joyous laughter wafted through the open door and sent him past his limit. He couldn't stand here and listen to that loser flirt with Uraraka for another second. He steadied himself and quietly entered the classroom. He didn't say or do anything, he simply observed, silently watching the two of them interacting as he waited to noticed.

Uraraka and Midoriya both cracked up again. Midoriya was at the back of the room collecting the array of cleaning supplies they'd just finished using and returning them to the shelf inside of little storage closet. He had a giant smile plastered across his face. Uraraka stood at the front of the room, right across from the doorway. Though her attention was focused away from him, Bakugou could still see that she was donning a smile large enough to rival Deku's.

"Seriously though, it was epic!" Uraraka's voice was full of energy and excitement as she prepared to mop the floor. "I'm so glad she won! She earned it, she's so creative!"

"The look on Aizawa-sensei's face was the epic part!" Midoriya shook his head as he grinned and laughed warmly. "I'm never going to forget that face!"

Bakugou thought he was going to be sick if he had to watch their fucking smiling contest go on any longer.

At that moment, Midoriya glanced up and jolted slightly as he saw Bakugou watching them from the doorway. "Ah!" Placing his hand on his heart, he took a breath and said, "Kacchan, You surprised me, I didn't expect to see anyone else here so late"

Uraraka's head snapped towards the door in surprise. Her widening eyes locked with Bakugou's, she looked shocked to see him.

Bakugou stayed his ground in the doorframe, staring back at her intensely. He, very slowly, turned his head to look at the clock on the wall.

Uraraka's gaze followed his. Her smile melted away in an instant when she saw what time it was. She snapped her attention back towards Bokugo and found herself trapped in his intense glare. Her face contorted into an expression of concern. Damn it. She was late, again.

The room was dead quite as Midoriya observed Kacchan and Uraraka from a distance. He'd just gotten her to relax and laugh a little bit after hearing about the rough day she'd had, only to witness Kacchan obliterate the hard earned smile right off her face. He watched the two exchange glances. The way they were looking at each other was so... odd. Like they were speaking without words. He couldn't help but wonder, what the connection was. Was Kacchan her to see Uraraka-San?

The howling of the wind picking up outside was the only sound in the room.

Midoriya broke the silence. "Is everything ok, Kacchan? Are you all right? You're seem-" Midoriya was cut off by Bakugou's quick response.

"Uraraka and I need to talk. In private." Bakugou's tone was cool and emotionless.

"Ah…" Midoriya looked to Uraraka to get a reading from her. Should he go? Did she want to talk with Kacchan alone? Should he stay and make sure Kacchan wasn't going to harass her? Was this normal between them? Did they do a lot of talking in private?

Uraraka broke eye contact with Bakugou and walked to the back of the room. She stopped as she reached Midoriya and took the bottle he was holding from his hands.

"It's okay Midoriya, you can go ahead and leave. The only thing I have left to do is mop." She pointed her sweet, warm smile right at him. "I'm pretty sure I can handle that alone. Thank you so much for helping me, You made cleaning Fun." She giggled softly.

"Oh, ah, of course. You're welcome." He clumsily ran his fingers over the back of his head, "I'm sure you'd do the same for me Urarka-San." Midoriya's face was a tiny bit pinker as he smiled back at her.

Given their close proximity, Midoriya took a moment to speak to her privately. He leaned in closer to her and whispered "Are you sure you want me to go? I don't mind staying if you-"

"Oh, no. It's okay. I'll be fine." She smiled her best, reassuring smile as she waved her hands back and forth.

Her smile was so sweet, it made him dread leaving her alone with Kacchan twice as much. What could he possibly need to talk to her about in private anyway? Begrudgingly, Midoriya nodded his head. He would, of course, respect his friend's request.

He walked over to the front of the room and grabbed his bag from the top of the cluster of chairs and desks they'd stacked to one side in preparation for mopping. Slinging it over his shoulder, he made his way towards the front of the class to leave.

"You should both be careful. There's a big storm coming. Make sure you head back as soon as you can. You don't want to get stuck out there when it starts to rain," Midoriya warned. "I'll see you guys later."

With that, Bakugou stepped out of the way of the door so Midoriya could pass him. He watched Midoriya walk down the hall and disappear around the corner before he pulled the door to the classroom shut.

Bakugou turned his attention towards the back of the classroom, where Uraraka was standing. His eyes locked with hers, a skowl pulled tightly across his face as he stalked towards her, glaring at full force. As he approached her, a loud clap of thunder shattered through the silence of the room, causing them both to jump.

To his surprise, this caused Uraraka to burst into laughter.

"What the hell is so funny, Round Face?!" He barked at her.

She turned away from him and covered her face as she tried to hide her reaction. It was useless; she couldn't stifle her snickering.

"Hey! I asked you a question! What the hell are you laughing at?" Bakugou's voice cracked as he yelled out.

"You got scared! I saw it! You made one of your stupid faces when you jumped!" She managed to choke out her words while struggling to keep her giggling as subtle as possible. "You were trying to be all cool and tough walking towards me, but then-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Bakugou growled and lunged at her. Her mouth fell open, and she let out a surprised "eep!" as she fell back against the wall. Her back bumped into the cement with a soft thump. He positioned himself over her, pinning her between his arms, one hand on each side of her shoulders.

She looked up at him in surprise as he glowered down at her with menacing eyes "There. Now we're even. Now I can laugh at your stupid-scared face."

Uraraka realized she'd been staring up at him with her mouth hanging open, like an idiot. She quickly snapped her jaw shut and returned his glowering look. She had no doubt that his ego was taking a blow at finding her here with Midoriya. He never handled his jealousy for her close friend very well.

Bakugous started to taunt her "Who the hell 'eeps' when they get scared, huh?"

He reached up, grabbed the long portion of hair at the side of her head and gave it a light tug. "What fucking time is it right now, Cheeks?" He asked her.

"Ouch, don't be a jerk, Katsuki!" Her hand instinctively jumped to her head as she reacted to his bullying. She wasn't in the mood for nursing his bruised ego tonight. She'd had a stress filled day and the fact that she'd managed to mess up again wasn't making her feel any better. She chose to ignore his question, she knew perfectly well what time it was.

"When the hell were you planning on getting back to the dorms, huh? How long were you gonna make me wait this time?" He questioned her.

Uraraka's body stiffened, her voice became cold, defensive and harsh. "I had to do almost all of the cleaning by myself. Aoyama and I had an argument and he never showed up to help, even though it was our day to do the classrooms."

"You would've been done faster if you hadn't been goofing off with Deku!" Bakugou snorted at her with great irritation.

"What ever!" She replied in a snarky tone. "Deku helped me get done twice as fast. When he saw someone was here so late, he came to see if he could be of any help. I would have been here twice as long if he hadn't show up." Her voice was cold and flat. She quickly ducked under Bakugou's right arm and made her way back to the mop bucket at the front of the classroom.

Fucking great, this was not the way he was expecting tonight to go. He wanted to scream at her, but she owed him a favor that he desperately wanted to collect. Yelling at her wasn't going to make it easy for him to cash in what she owed.

"You should've texted me." He lowered his eyes and grumbled at her. "You're always late, just let me know for once."

She knew he was right about that. She'd been a bit unreliable lately. Uraraka opted to change the subject while she had the chance. "I just need to mop, and I'll be all done." She informed him. Her voice sounded a bit less angry. " then we can head back to your room."

"Pft, fine." Bakugou watched her walk to the front corner of the room and start mopping. He spotted an error in her method right from the start, but decided he wasn't going to correct her. He'd watch it play out and then tease her about it when she realized what she'd done wrong. She seemed very focused on her task. He leaned back and watched her work.

uraraka mopped as quickly as she could while still being diligent. She worked the mop in soft soapy circles across the floor. He watched as her hair bounced around her face and her skirt flitted around her thighs, in rhythm with her circular mopping motions. He noticed that she wasn't wearing the black tights she usually had on with her uniform. An image of his hand sliding over the peachy skin of her thighs formed in his mind.

She worked quickly and was bringing the mop towards the small sink in the supply closet in no time. Bakugou was leaning against the wall near the closet door. She walked past him and placed the mop in the sink.

He rolled his shoulder against the wall, pivoting himself into a position that allowed him to watch her through the door.

"I just need to rinse the mop out and we can go." She said cheerfully.

"Think again, Cheeks." An evil smile spread across his face.

"What do you mean?" Uraraka asked him.

Bakugou gestured at the wet floor behind him. "We're trapped. You mopped the room from the front to back, you're supposed to mop back to front. Now we'll have to wait for it to dry before we can walk on it."

Her mouth fell open as she stared at the wet floor. What an idiot. She'd mopped them in. How many freaking times had she done this same job? She knew better! She must have been distracted by his presence. It slowly dawned on her that he seemed way too chill about the situation.

She placed the mop back into its holder and pinched the bridge of her nose before she turned towards Bakugou "You knew this was going to happen, didn't you?"

He nodded his head.

She frowned and scrunched up her nose before asking, "uhm, why didn't you stop me? Do you think it's funny when I fuck up?"

He nodded his head. "It's funny when you curse too,"

"Katsuki!" She yelled at him. "You just got mad at me because I was going to be a few minutes late, but you don't have a problem hanging around watching the floor dry!"

He liked it when she got mad. Her face looked cute when it was all red and grumpy. Teasing her was never bit his lip, he had an idea.

"We're not gonna watch the floor dry." Bakougou reached over and flicked the classroom lights off. The hall light shining softly through the cracks of the door was the only light that filtered into the room. He stepped into the supply closet with her and closed the door.

Uraraka was temporarily blinded. She gasped at the sudden loss of light. Then his hands where on her shoulders, pushing her up against the wall of the closet! She'd left her blazer with her backpack at the front of the schoolroom, leaving her bare arms exposed to his touch. His rough palms ran down her arms, past her elbows and around each of her wrists. His fingertips against her skin sent tingles down her arms and into her core, so gulped as she felt him tighten his grip around her wrists.

Another clap of thunder rumbled through the air. A reminder that the storm would be arriving shortly.

Bakugou raised her hands over her head, holding them tightly in place. As he pressed her wrists against the wall, he leaned forward and used the weight of his body to pin her completely.

The full pressure of his torso, chest and hips pushed against her, she could feel his heart pounding against his chest. She wondered if he could feel how hard hers was thumping. Being this close to him so suddenly was making it hard for her to breath.

"Katsuki, we can't do this here." She wiggled and strained against his grip as she stated the obvious.

He knew she was right; they risked someone walking in on them here. The school may have been empty of students, but there were still teachers around. Judging by the thunder and wind rattling the building, they were also risking getting caught in the storm if they didn't leave soon.

Her struggled movements were unexpectedly exciting to him. He wasn't ready to stop yet. He didn't release her hands. Instead, he dropped his head down to find her lips and kissed her.

Uraraka made a soft startled "Mmeh!" noise against his mouth as he pressed his lips against hers. She pulled her face away from his quickly.

"W-we really shouldn't, I don't want anyone to see us." Uraraka's voice was soft and shaky.

He brushed his mouth against her ear. "I can't stop thinking about what you did to me last time." His warm breath ghosted across her ear. "I want to make it up to you."

The sensation of his breath on her triggered a warm sensation that tingled through her as it journeyed all the way to the tips of her toes and back up and into her tummy. She shivered. Of course she'd thought about it. But, she felt awkward admitting it had really happened. It all seemed like a hazy, perverted dream.

"Don't be scared, no one will see us." He reassured her and his mouth drifted over her neck "Besides, there's never anyone here this late and with the lights off there's no reason for someone to come in here."

"I'm not scared, it's just-?"

"You'll be safe." He whispered in her ear. "If it makes you feel better, you can keep your eye on the front door by looking through that little window behind me." He nodded his head in the direction of the little window in the closet door. "You can see the front door, can't you?" Asked Bakugou.

Uraraka nodded her head, before realizing he wouldn't be able to see her movement in the dark. She managed to choke out a soft "Yes, kind of, the windows frosted so everything is fuzzy."

"Even better, if anyone comes in they won't be able to see you and they definitely won't be able to see me." Bakugou said.

"Wait, what? Where are you going? What are you going to do?" Uraraka had no idea what the hell he was thinking.

"It's my turn to taste you." He spoke softly.

He placed his hand under her chin, holding her head in place so he could easily find her lips again in the darkness. He pressed his mouth against hers and kissed her deeply. After a moment she parted her lips, allowing him access to kiss her deeper still. After a few wet kisses and soft nips he pulled away from her, leaving her lips tingling for more.

Bakugou released his grip on her hands allowing her to drop her arms. He planted his mouth against her neck and slowly dragged his palms down her arms. He allowed his hands to flow over her, drinking in her form as he dropped to his knees in front of her. He was now well below the view of the closet window.

His grip wrapped tightly around her hips. He rolled his thumbs over the fabric of her skirt, near the highest point of her hip bones. He enjoyed holding her between his palms like this, he felt so powerful. It helped that she seemed to have no clue what he was up too. He had intended to surprise her, and his impromptu plan wasn't failing.

His right hand slid down and over the soft fabric of her skirt, squeezing tightly to feel the leg beneath. He reached the end of her skirt and let his touch brush gently over her bare skin. The feeling of her exposed skin under his hand caused his body to react immediately, straining against the front of his pants. He could feel goosebumps forming under his touch as his hand glided over her thigh. He dragged his right hand up to the very top of her inner thigh, only pausing when his thumb brushed along the crease fabric where her underwear began. He felt her tremble in his hands.

Uraraka choked out a soft, incoherent noise "Ohhuumm!" She couldn't hear anything over the thumping of her own heartbeat in her ears. A wave of energy surged through her. Her strong legs betrayed her as her knees melted into a weak, wobbly mess.

Typically, this would be the moment where Uraraka kneed him in the damn face. This wasn't a safe spot for this kind of game and she had no interest in getting caught with him. Especially like this.

But, she had just spent the majority of this past week daydreaming about this very night, wondering what activity he would choose as his prize for winning their last training match. Today, in particular, had been excruciatingly long and tedious. She was behind on everything from the week and it all came crashing down on her today. Now they were finally together. His fingers lingering torturously close to her center, on the verge of turning her weeklong daydreams into a reality. Just the movement of his hand over her skirt had been enough to stun her, leaving her frozen in place. She was dying for him to make his next move. She wanted him to keep going.

"Uraraka, all you have to do is say 'stop' and I'll stop, ok?" Bakugou spoke softly. He wanted to give her a chance to protest.

She held her breath, she didn't say or do anything. She just trembled against the wall.

After a moment, she choked out a soft scratchy "Okay."

Her permission activated him instantly. He slid his thumb over her underwear, causing her to inhale sharply. His finger moved to her center and began to press. The cotton fabric of her underwear was already wet; he could feel the warmth of her body through the thin fabric. Slowly, he drew his thumb forward, to the little cluster of nerves at the very front of her panties.

The heat in his body began to rise in anticipation. His pants were quickly becoming uncomfortable. As he focused his thumb on her most sensitive spot he lifted his index finger and middle finger to the center of her panties and began to press and rub her at the same time.

Uraraka thought she was going to melt. She could barely hold herself up. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, while his fingers continued to press and tease her through her panties.

His eyes had adjusted to the dark a bit and he took great pride in watching her succumb to his game.

"Oi! Don't close your eyes, Round Face. You're on look-out duty!" Bakugou scolded her in a teasing voice.

"I forgot!" She panted, almost exhaling a moan. She jerked her head forward and forced her eyes open, training them back onto the little window to the outside world.

Bakugou slid his fingers away from her panties. His hands traveled upwards, over her round ass, and up to her hips. He pulled her panties down, past her knees and to her ankles. She steadied herself on his shoulders so she could step out of them. In the darkness of the closet room, he slipped them into his pocket.

Bakugou's hands quickly returned to her body. He started at her ankles and ran his palms up the back off her legs. He reached under her skirt and grabbed her bare ass, letting the deliciously soft flesh sink into his fists.

Giving her cheeks a hard squeeze he growled at her "Ochako, you're fucking hot. Ifyou feel like you're going to fall, just lean on me. I'll hold you up, ok?"

He didn't wait for an answer. He used his left hand to tuck her skirt up, exposing her further, before he squeezed her ass again and pulled her forward towards his mouth. Leaning in, he placed a well-aimed kiss on her wet entrance.

Bakugou licked his lips tasting her soft sweetness. She was delicious.

His tongue started to lap her in light strokes. She'd had never felt anything like it before. Her own fingers had never felt this good. His tongue was wonderfully soft and smooth. As it danced across her, it sent sharp jolts of electricity up and into her body. Her nerves sparked and danced along with the movements of his mouth. Tingles danced up her spin and into the back of her neck. Her head fell back again and she gasped softly as he began to lick her more forcefully. Subconsciously she slid her left hand onto his head, running her fingers lightly through his hair.

He felt her slide down the wall as her body weakened from his actions. In a deft movement, he slid her left knee over his right shoulder, forcing her to rest her weight on him.

There was a loud boom and crash as a crack of thunder rippled it's way through the sky outside. The storm must be getting close now. Neither of them noticed in the least.

Bakugou continued kissing and licking her, taking his sweet time, savoring her taste. He raised his right hand allowing his fingers to join in again. He moved his index and middle fingers to the center of her wet pussy, allowing them to glide along her juicy lips before he beginning to push them inside of her.

"Mmmh" uraraka purred. She pulled at his hair, pushing his face deeper against her.

Her little moans were his new favorite song. He wondered what she would sound like if they were somewhere safer. She was so wet, his fingers easily pushed deep inside of her, spreading her open. He continued licking and kissing her greedily as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her, before pumping them right back in.

Uraraka's body jolted, she bucked her hips forward in an attempt to push his fingers deeper. Fuck. It felt so fucking good. Uraraka could feel tears welling up in her eyes as she bit her lip and tried not to think about what she was doing. His fingers persistently pumping into her made it easy to forget and give into the moment.

"Mmmkatsukiit'sogood." Her sweet words flowed together like syrup and melted butter on pancakes.

She kept tugging at his hair and it was driving him fucking crazy. He wanted to rip his pants off and take her completely right here and now.

Suddenly, Uraraka gasped!

She roughly jerked her leg down and pulled away from him as quickly as she could. The motion caused her to accidentally scratch four deep marks down the back of his neck.

"Katsuki! Stop!" hissed uraraka. "Someone just walked in." The fear in Uraraka's voice was real.

The light to the classroom came on, filling the room and closet with a flood of bright light.

Bakugou was happy he hadn't made a sound when she scratched him. He was also happy he remembered to close the fucking door! He was still confidant they wouldn't be spotted in the closet, but he wasn't stupid, he knew they were still at risk.

The two froze in place and stood transfixed, both holding their breath, hoping the threat would pass quickly.

From his position on the floor he looked up at her and judge the situation based off the reaction on her face. Uraraka's eyes were wide with fright, as she stared out the frosted window of the closet. Her pupils danced around, following the actions of something in the classroom. He didn't know what she saw, but he knew to remain calm and quiet.

Uraraka wasn't one hundred percent positive who had entered the room. Was it Izuku? Had he come back to check on her? She wasn't sure, but judging from the way the person moved and the outline of moppy curls on their head, her money was on Midoriya.

The shadowy figure moved around the front of the class, making a few small circles here and there, before turning off the light again and sliding the classroom door closed.

"Oh. My. GOSH. They're gone." Uraraka allowed herself to fall to the ground, crumpling into a little heap in front of him. "Th-that was s-so scary." Her voice was shaky and low, she may have been on the verge of tears.

"Could you tell who it was?" Asked Bakugou.

She just tucked her head into her arms and hid her face from him. Her whole body was shaking.

Goddamn it. Now he felt bad. She was legitimately scared. He should have just taken her back to his room. Now, he was going to have to deal with this shit.

"Hey, it's ok. They're gone. We didn't get caught. It's… it's fine now." Comforting people in distress was not a talent he possessed. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her folded form. She leaned into him and he was able to feel just how badly she was trembling. He set his chin on top of her head, subconsciously mimicking the way his father would hug him when he was little.

The close embrace made her feel a bit safer and brought her back to reality.

He held her for a few moments before saying, "Come on, let's get out of here."

Bakugou lifted himself off of his knees and bent forward to help Uraraka up. In the darkness of the closet, he put his hand under her chin and pushed her mouth up towards him own.

Bakugou leaned down and kissed Uraraka softly.

She returned his kiss, and they stayed like that for a few moments.

"Let's just go back to my room. You know, the original plan." Bakugou stated in a cool, soft manor.

"That's what we should have done in the first place." She laughed softly.

"It's not my fault, you looked too damn cute mopping the floor." He leaned close to her while explaining himself. "You did such a good job using your mouth on me, I've been going crazy thinking about returning the favor."

Uraraka felt her face heat up at his mention of their last encounter. It had been a few weeks now, he must have been thinking about this for a while. She liked knowing that his mind was on her.

They both jumped as the next crack of thunder shook the building.

"Ok, let's go. We might be able to beat the rain." Bakugou broke away from her and turned towards the door. He peeked out to make sure the room was clear. Then he opened the door, so she could exit as well.

"We shouldn't leave together, just to be safe." Said Uraraka.

"That's a good idea." Bakugou replied.

They quietly made their way to the front of the room, both pausing as they heard a familiar sound outside. It had started to rain. They weren't going to beat the storm at all.

"Aw, man. We didn't make it!" Uraraka gave a little huff.

"It's just rain. We'll be fine." He shrugged.

"I have my umbrella, but I only have one." She pouted. "If we leave separately, you're sure to get wet."

"Um, again, it's just rain. I'll be fine." He was shorter with her this time.

"Okay, okay, fine." She rolled her eyes at him. She was not about to end her day at school by getting into a fight with The Lord Of Grumpiness over an umbrella.

Uraraka turned to the table and chairs to grab her jacket and school bag. They... weren't there. She did a quick walk through of the room, turning in small circles as she went. NOPE, nowhere, gone, no longer present. Her stuff was MIA.

"What the hell are you doing?" Bakugou crosses his arms as he impatiently observed her odd waltz through the classroom.

"My things are gone." She choked out her words.

"I bet whoever came into the room grabbed it to take to the lost and found," suggested Bakugou. "No umbrella for either of us, huh?" He pointed out.

"Uhhhgh, I think you're right." Uraraka frowned. "How annoying!"

"My phone was in there." Uraraka sounded tired now.

"Do you have any idea who may have come into the room?" He asked her again.

"Um, yeah. I have a guess." She said. "Why don't we split up now. Give me forty-five minutes, and I'll meet you at your room, ok?" She evaded his question; he didn't need to know she suspected Midoriya had collected her things. The two of them seemed to have enough issues to work out. If she could avoid adding another bruise to their battered relationship, that would be ideal.

"Okay, fine. Text me when you find your phone, so I know you're ok." He said.

Perfect. First, she would go find Midoriya and see if he had her stuff. Then, she would go to Bakugou's, like they had originally planned.