Uraraka wasn't quite sure what to make of her relationship/acquaintance with Bakugou. During the school day, it was as if nothing had changed. She would smile, greet, and wave at him while he would just sorta snort or completely ignore her. It changed though when it was time to go to the bento battles. It wasn't as if he was sweet, kind, or even friendly. Heck, he would rile her up by saying mean things all the time, but then again he would acknowledge her and didn't yell. Jiminy Crickets, he would even start conversations with her as they walked to and from the store. He would even have the whole talk in an inside voice! Then there was the fact that every night he would make her sit down and share his bento with her. Often he told her to "shut the freak up and eat," but then he would be the one to break the silence by asking her a question and start another conversation. He was so hot and cold that she didn't know what to classify this as.

Was there a need to classify it? She supposed not. To be honest she was just relieved that he hadn't ratted her out. She could deal with this "thing" if it meant that she was still getting a ridiculous amount off of her bento. After all, that was all this was about to her. Saving some money. Sure the battles were fun and she met some nice people but... Those discounts!

She couldn't stop the yawn as it passed her lips and made her arch her back as her arms rose above her head

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"Doing okay there, honey?" She shook her head as she looked down at her laptop. There her father was looking at her through the screen tilting his head to the side. She shook out her stretch as she tried to smile at him.

"Yeah, Pop. Just gettin' real tired," she sighed as she propped her head against her hand. She blinked as she looked down at the clock at the bottom of her screen. Her whole body went rigid as she looked at the time. How did it get so late? "Awww shoot, I didn't even realize the time," she stood from her chair. A tired laugh came from her computer

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"It's a-gettin' late. All that studyin' makes time go by real quickly," Her Pops laughed. She looked down to see him scratching the back of his neck. She lowered herself so her face was in front of the camera.

"Yeah, it sure does. Well, I should get goin'. Gotta get tha sleep an all," she smiled at him.

"Okay, Honey. Get yer rest. Have a good night, and have a great day at school t'morrow. Your Mama and I are so proud of ya," He smiled making the fatigue, she had seen on him a moment ago, disappear.

"Thanks, Daddy. Loves ya."

"Loves ya too, kitten."

She smiled one more time at him before closing her laptop shut. The moment she did she spun around and raced to grab all the gear that she needed for the bento battle. Glancing one more at her phone she sighed. She was late and she didn't think that Bakugou would appreciate it at all. So she sprinted quietly through the hall and down the staircase then through the hall finally sliding to a stop in front of the kitchen.

He was already in the kitchen nursing a bottle of water as he leaned against the counter, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor. "Bout fuckin time," he groused as he slammed the bottle down.

"Yeah, sorry! I was on a video call with my dad and lost track of time," she smiled as she shrugged. He narrowed his eyes at her, as if she was lying, and raised a brow.

"Kinda late to be chit chatting with the parents, isn't it?" He took a step forward. Uraraka really didn't understand him. Why would she lie about that? And why would he even care?

"Well, my parents don't' usually get home from job sites till later, so night calls actually work well for us," she smiled at him. Again he stood there and looked at her intensely. She fought the urge to fidget under his gaze. "Anyways, we really need to get going. Don't want to miss out on tonight," she tilted her head towards the exit. His eyes wandered over her face once more before he huffed and made his way past her

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The walk was quiet and uneventful which was fine with her. She wasn't lying to her father about being tired. She was exhausted. Her schedule over the past few months had been absolutely brutal and she rarely had time to sleep. She didn't try to dwell on it. She only had two and a half more years, then she would be a pro. At that point, she could have a day off and she would use all of it to go into a mini coma. She just had to be patient and drink a mad amount of coffee and tea. She could make it. It was worth it.

Once they made it to the corner store they did their ritual of looking into the long fridge at the back of the store. Bakugou always walked behind her. She knew that he really didn't care what they had to offer, that he just followed her for a lack of anything else better to do. As she looked down her lips pursed. Seemed that the pickings were slim tonight. She knew it would be a miracle if she got two. She frowned as she looked up. Not only were there only a few left, but it seemed like the crowd was also thicker. Darn...

Rolling her neck she walked away into the cereal aisle to take her spot. Bakugou was still on her heels being rather quiet. She surveyed the groups in the row that were facing them. Most of them were regulars and she knew that she had a high probability of beating them. Though, she wasn't sure if she would be able to score her two meals or not. She frowned to herself as she looked back at Bakugou who was leaning against one of the shelves playing with his phone. She stopped herself from snorting because at the moment she was envious of him. It wasn't that he had a way nicer phone, that probably had a good amount of decent games, but because of the fact that this outing really didn't have a benefit for him. Well, besides him being able to fight which is the only reason that they were hanging out together. What had the green monster in her growling was the fact that he couldn't care less about the meal. If she didn't get one, well she was stuck with missing out on lunch. And she really did need lunch seeing how half the time she ended up hurling her breakfast.

"If it isn't the little cherub," A nasally voice said from behind. Her frown pulled down further at the noise. Bakugou looked up from his phone at her with a raised brow. Sighing she turned her head to look at Yoki who was standing in front of her. "I didn't realize that you partook in this," the girl grinned at her, displaying all of her teeth, sharp and shiny. Great, just great. If her night couldn't have been stressful enough she just had to be here. This just made her everything even more complicated

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"Heya, Yoki," she did her best to keep her tone light and force her lips into a smile. Yoki looked at her with golden slitted eyes for a moment as her smile vanished. There was some type of noise behind Uraraka that made the girls' attention pull away from her.

"Oh, and there is someone here with you," Yoki tilted her head as she glanced at Bakugou. The leathery ears on the top of her white-haired head twitching slightly as the long rat like tail swished behind her, dragging the heart shaped tip against the ground. "Not anyone from the dojo,' she breathed before she looked back at Uraraka.

"No, he is a classmate from school," she said forcing a smile. The girl looked back at Bakugou once more and quickly scanned him up and down. Uraraka took a second to look back to see Bakugou mimicking Yoki's actions. Uraraka turned her head back just as the other girl blinked and looked to her.

"Guess I didn't have to wait very long for a rematch, huh Cherub, " a slow smile spread over the Yoki's face as the slits of her pupils expanded as she looked at Uraraka. Uraraka swallowed a sigh that wanted to leave her lips. Fantastic, it seemed that she was going to be in full out psycho mode.

"I guess not, that is if we get to each other," Uraraka shrugged as she went to lean on the shelves. She was a little too far though and stumbled a bit before righting herself. Her face warmed at the display of clumsiness she just gave, but she forced herself to keep her head high.

"Oh, no. We will. I am coming for you, Ochako," The girl leaned in close as she hissed against her ear. Her long white hair brushing against her chest. Uraraka forced herself not to stiffen at the invasion. Yoki righted herself and looked at her again and smiled before turning and walking to the other side of the store her tail swishing lazily behind her. Once the girl was a few aisles down Uraraka finally let her self release her sigh.

"What the fuck was that about?" Bakugou grunted as he pocketed his phone. Another sigh left Uraraka as she looked back at him to see he was still staring at Yoki. She barely caught herself from narrowing her eyes at him. Why did she care that he was looking at her? Snikey, everyone looked at Yoki. She was exotic, with her physical quirks, not to mention beautiful and had an amazing hourglass figure.

"We aren't each other's biggest fans," Uraraka said as she began to pull her one-fingered gloves from her pocket. She looked to see Yoki still watching her like a hawk a sly grin on her face as she followed the movement of Urarakas' hands.

"Aw, shit. Is that Yoki?" Magnus groused as he walked up from a side aisle. "You're going to have a rough night, Paws" he looked up at Uraraka with an apologetic smile.

"You heard about that," she sighed as she finished pulling her gloves on and reached into her pocket to untangle her earbuds for her iPod. She was going to need a good playlist to get through tonight.

"Ha, I think almost everyone has heard about it," He said dryly as he leaned against the shelf. Oh, that was just peachy. Uraraka let her eyes scan the battle participants and they were all looking at her curiously. She bit her cheek as she began to place her ear bud in.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Bakugou yelled as he shoved his way between Magnus and her, his red eyes burning as he looked at her. Though, before she could reply Magnus took over.

"Ah, well you see, that little demon over there," he nodded in the direction of Yoki. Bakugou just stared at him with a bored expression. "She kinda tried to kill Paws a few weeks ago." Uraraka scrunched her nose as she grimaced. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bakugou raise his brow.

"She didn't try and kill me."

"She stabbed you."

"Well, it wasn't really a stab, it was just the tip."

"Oh my god, Paws, Getting stabbed is kinda like losing your v card. It doesn't matter if it was just the tip or the whole thing," Magnus's hand smacked against his face as he drug it down slowly. "She was intending on impaling you."

"Hold the fuck up," Bakugou said after a pregnant pause. Uraraka blinked as she turned her attention to him. The face he wore was odd. One that she had never seen on him and she didn't really know how to read it. Was it asurprise? Shock? She didn't know. What she did know, was his eyes were huge and his brows well into where his hair laid. "She fucking tried to stab you? Why?" Her lips went into a line and once again before she could respond Magnus took over for her.

"Ah, well she had had issues with Paws since the whole Overhaul thing," he shrugged. Uraraka was about to comment that it wasn't that big of a deal, but then the store became quiet as the shop keeper was being to meander towards the fridge. She quickly placed her earbuds in and pressed play on her iPod. Immediately the clashing of drums drowned out the rest of the noise. She could see Bakugou still looking at her, but she didn't have time to deal with that. Not when her lunches were on the line. She turned her body and trained her eyes on the old man.

Just like Yoki had promised she charged directly at Uraraka. And everyone gave way to her. For a moment Uraraka wondered if people were going to fight or just watch them. The didn't though, after a moment people began to fight amongst each other. Yoki came in with a kick that she was able to block with her arms. She looked up at the other girl, her slitted pupils now blown large and wide as she began to deliver quick jabs.

Uraraka was just keeping up with the speed of the blows, though she was on defense. Yoki wasn't giving her a moment to try and get a hit in. Uraraka knew this would happen. This is how the girl fought. She was all massive quick attacks at first. That was her downfall. She wasn't strategic. She usually didn't have to be since she was good. Her matches usually only ran for a few minutes at most before she had overwhelmed her opponent. That's where she and Uraraka were vastly different. Since going to UA and being close to Deku she had forced herself to fight with a plan. Her quirk wasn't big and bold, no hers was something that she needed precision with, she needed to figure out the fight so she could get her hands on her opponent or to use something else against them.

Uraraka let out a hiss as Yoki whipped her tail dragging the sharp spade-shaped tip across her cheek. She knew that it had cut her, and even if she wanted to yell at the girl that there were no quirks allowed, she didn't. Because anyone with a physical mutation was allowed the use of their extra appendaged. Instead, she jumped back as she wiped the back of her hand against the cut glaring at the girl.

"Awww, I am sorry. I didn't mean to mess up that pretty little face of yours," Yoki said sweetly as she cocked her head. Uraraka took a moment to look at her, she was breathing heavy and she could see that her tail no longer was moving in a lazy swing, but was moving faster behind her. She was already getting tired and she was frustrated. This was good and bad for Uraraka. This meant that Yoki wasn't going to be able to move as fast for much longer, but it also meant that she was more likely to lash out.

She didn't respond to Yoki, and she also didn't let her throw the first fist again. She ran and leapt towards the girl raising her fist up and went to hit her throat. It didn't connect. Yoki had blocked her hit with her arm pushing it away from her intended target. That was fine. Uraraka knew that she likely wasn't going to be able to land it. She did counter by raising her knee towards the girl's stomach. Yoki turned and took the hit in her hip. Out of the corner of her eye, Uraraka could see her tail whipping out, shooting it towards her back. Quickly she reached out and grabbed it The action caused Yoki's eyes to widen. As Uraraka's foot touched the ground she stepped back with her other foot and pulled the tail as hard as she could. There was a strained cry from Yoki, as the pull forced her to turn even farther and made her lose balance causing her to tumble making her fall onto her stomach.

Once the girl was splayed on the floor Uraraka quickly jumped onto her back, her knees pinning down her hands while her tail still remained in her grip. With her free hand, she reached into Yoki's hair and pulled it up. "Do you concede?" Uraraka asked as she lowered her head down, a finger wrapping around the cord to her headphones yanking one out.

"Get off of me!" Yoki howled as she bucked and thrust her rear up attempting to throw Uraraka off.

"Not until you concede," she pushed her body down, even more, making it difficult for her to squirm under her. She kept on thrashing for a few more moments before she became quiet. The only movement that Uraraka could feel was the slight tug of the tail trying to pull away from her grip. She loosened the grip she had in her hair letting her head fall. The girl under her sighed as she turned her head to the side.

"Fucking fine," she mumbled. "I concede." Uraraka let out a breath. Huh, that went much faster and easier than she thought it would. Heck, she was thinking that she would still be brawling with Yoki well after the last bento was gone.

BENTO! Her head whipped towards the fridge. All around it, there were several people laid out and a few people still fighting. She squinted her eyes to look into the case. There was one left. She scrambled over Yoki as she made a dash towards it. She skidded to a halt and was just about to reach in when another hand began to dip into the case. She glanced up to see Bakugou looking down at her with a smirk on his face. She blinked, and it was the wrong move because as she did he slammed his fist into her face pushing her away from the food. Losing her balance she fell to the ground. Her eyes snapped up as she saw him going for it. Oh, not today Satan! She reached out and grabbed onto his ankle and twisted her whole body. He was caught off guard as he tumbled over her. She rolled away as to not have him come crashing down on her. She heard a crack as he hit the ground but she wasn't going to look back. She was so close! She grabbed onto the case and began to pull herself up. She didn't get very far as suddenly she felt two hands on her hips yanking her back. Her chest his the linoleum floor causing the air to be pushed out of her lungs. She could feel the hands grabbing onto her clumsily, she turned her body quickly and landed a kick to his stomach pushing him off of her.
They both scrambled to their feet and incidentally, the prize was directly between them. Uraraka knew that Bakugou wasn't concerned with the food. That this wasn't about whether he got the bento or not. No, what he was playing at was a game of keep away with her. She glanced at the box then at him. His eyes were narrowed at her, while a feral grin was spread on his lips. She took a breath before lunging at the box, hoping to bypass this game of his. He didn't let her, though. The moment she moved he was also moving towards her coming at her with a punch that blocked the case and forced her to engage with him. She frowned as she blocked the blow. What she wasn't prepared for was to have him kick her right in the stomach. The force of the blow pushed her back a few feet. She grimaced in pain as she righted herself and looked up to see him standing next to the fridge, his finger tapping on the shiny metal encasing the glass.

"Bring it, bitch," Bakugou growled at her. Instantly Uraraka bristled. She usually didn't mind all the profanity that left his mouth, but she hated that word. Gritting her teeth she lunged at him.

Fists and feet were thrown between them. As the spar dragged on she noticed that the wild smile he wore when he first engaged was dropping into a snarl. She didn't even try to bother to hide the smirk. He was getting frustrated. It made sense, he wasn't use to sparing with no quirks. Not with her. At school everything they did always involved their abilities. They trained how to use them in every situation, to be without them was probably something very new to him. Not so much for her. She had taken some classes on self-defense before arriving at school. Then, after her internship with Gun Head, she had joined several dojos and began to study several different martial arts. All of them had the rules of not using quirks while training and sparing. Also what she was learning about him was that his fighting relied heavily on his fists. Again it made sense. His hands were his weapons, and while he would throw out a kick here and there she could see it wasn't something that he was comfortable with. Honestly the more she watched him, and took part in the fight, the more she realized without his quirk he was basically just a brawler. Strong one, but still a brawler.

Jumping to the side and pushing off of the refrigerator she extended her leg out to land a hit to his head. His arm came up to block. A smile spread on her face at his action. Bringing her other foot in she twisted the foot that was blocked by his arms, hooking It providing the leverage that she needed to twist her body. She saw his eyes widen just as her foot made contact with his cheek. The force of the hit caused him to be thrown back and she struggled to catch herself as she landed. She was able to and without looking at him she threw herself into the refrigerated case and plucked up the bento. She glanced back at Bakugou who was charging again at her again. She raised the meal above her head and he looked up at it and halted himself. She smiled widely at him, he responded by sneering at her.

Uraraka happily skipped to the register pulling off her gloves and the other ear pod. Behind her, Bakugou followed with a deep scowl. She wasn't about to let that ruin her mood. No, she got the last box. Granted it wasn't one that she really liked but at least she had lunch for tomorrow at school. The following day was Saturday. She would be able to figure something out then. Perhaps she would skip her quirk training in the morning so that would ensure that she would have something in her stomach till dinner.

She paid for her box and began to walk out of the store when a tail darted out in front of her. She frowned as she turned her head to see Yoki glaring at her.

"You aren't better then me," the girl growled. Uraraka's brows pulled down as she studied the girl. She shook her head.

"I don't think I am better than you," she responded then pursed her lips. Yoki let out a snort.

"Good because you aren't. Just because you bested one villain doesn't make you shit. Neither does the fact that you won against me," her nose flared as she growled.

"Give it the fuck up, bitch. She was fucking better than you this time," Bakugou growled from behind. His voice had Uraraka's eyes go wide as she turned to see him scowling at the girl. Yoki clicked her tongue, she looked like she was going to say something but thought better of it and turned to stalk out of the store. Uraraka turned and glared at him.

'What is your problem?" He grunted as he began to walk past her. She frowned as she went to follow him.

"Ya call'd me a bitch," she snapped once she was walking next to him. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye his face remained void of emotion.

"Yeah, so? I call everyone a bitch," he shrugged looking forward. She huffed next to him.

"Ya shouldn't be callin' girls bitches," she kicked a pebble on the ground and frowned as her accent came out thicker with her anger. "I hate tha word. It's a crappy word. I mean, women who ar' fight'rs, who ar' strong ar' called that. B'cause, they thinkin' for themselves, and ar' assertive and say no... It's like it's a bad thing. It's a damn double standard, that's wha it is," she didn't know why she was saying this to him. She honestly didn't think that he was really even listening, but it did feel good to vent. Of course, he didn't respond. He just kept looking forward.

They easily made their way through the campus avoiding all of the patrol bots. Once they entered the dorms both made their way into the kitchen. Uraraka pulled her water bottle from the fridge and greedily gulped from it. She had hoped that filling her stomach with the liquid would help the hunger pangs that suddenly had crept up on her. She had grown accustomed to Bakugou sharing his bento with her on battle nights so she had taken to eating a lighter dinner, which may have been the wrong move seeing how he may not get a box every time. For that night, she would just have to deal with it and plan her meals and not take the late night snack into consideration

"You don't like spicy do you?" Bakugou grumbled as he dug through the fridge. She looked over in his direction with a confused look.

"I don't mind spicy food," she replied as she walked over to the sink to fill her water bottle. She could hear him scoff behind her.

"Don't fucking lie. I know you don't eat anything spicy. You eat the blandest and most sugary foods possible," He barked. She turned to see him closing the fridge and then tossing a container on the counter. Her brows drew down as she looked at him.

"Well, I usually do tend to eat a bit more bland, but that's only because of the repercussions of my quirk," she looked down and fumbled with her water bottle. She could feel her cheeks heating as she talked. It was embarrassing talking about it. "The spices tend ta not be so nice when purging them. As for the sweets, well they don't taste as horrible when they come up," she shrugged glancing up at him. He stood next to the fridge and was looking at her intently.

"You're gross," he stated as he turned to the cupboards and pulled out some plates. All Uraraka could do for a moment was stand there with her mouth open. Talk about being incredibly rude.

"Well, not all of us can be lucky enough ta be smellin' like a candy factory as a by-product of our quirks," she snarled once she gained composure again. He dropped the plates on the counter and glared at her.

"A fucking candy factory?" He snarled.

"One tha's burning down," she smirks at him. He narrows his gaze.

"And here I was going to share some spicy tuna Onigiri with you... But, ya know what? If I smell so bad maybe you should fuck off," he scowled as he opened the container.

"Oh, you were going to share food?" Her eyes grew wide as she looked inside the container. Her tone instantly becoming less snappy.

"I'm fucking hungry and I figured you were too. Though, if all you're gonna do is make shitty comments about me, then no. I ain't sharing," he reached into the container and placed a few rice balls on his plate. She huffed as he bought one up to his mouth.

"Yer were sayin' I was gross," she pouted. He took a large bite and lifted a brow. He chewed slowly before swallowing.

"You vomit all the time. That's gross. It's a fact," he took another large bite.

"And ya smell like a burning candy factory! Another fact," she shrugged opening her water bottle and took another long draw. He snorted but tossed a plate down in front of her with three rice balls. She smiled up at him, but he was looking the other way as he shoved the rest of his food into his mouth. They ate for a few moments in silence. Uraraka was grateful to have something besides water in her stomach.

"So why did that bitc... that asshole try and stab ya?" Bakugou asked before shoving the rest off his food in his mouth. Uraraka looked up at him her mouth full of rice and salmon. She chewed quickly then swallowed letting a sigh escape past her lips.

"I dunno. I mean we never really got along all that well. Then after that mission with Overhaul, she became especially mean. We would spar and usually that worked, she would take out her aggression. The last spar though, I dunno, she just kind of lost it. I mean, she was winning and then just went for blood," she frowned looking down at the last half of the rice ball suddenly losing interest in the food. "She was thrown out of the dojo. She probably thinks it was my fault," she said quietly

"Jealous asshole," Bakugou snorted as he walked to the sink and washed his plate off and placed it into the drying rack. Uraraka let out a dry laugh. Right, Yoki was jealous of her? For what? For taking out a villain? That was pure luck. There was nothing more than that. Uraraka honestly didn't even know what she was doing before she did it. She looked up at Bakugou who just glared at her as if daring her to say anything that went against what he thought. "It's late as fuck. I'm heading to bed." He said as he began to walk out of the kitchen.

"Night, Bakugou. And thank for the food," she said softly as she watched him walk away. He responded by raising his hand and walking away.