A bird on a wire outside was the subject of a certain girl's attention. She nibbled on the eraser end of her pencil as she watched the bird flaps its wings and then begin preening itself. Mr. Aizawa's voice droned on in the background and she sighed, she just couldn't pay attention today.

Because of...

She tore her eyes away from the window and rested them on the angry face of her classmate. He was turned sideways in his chair, arms folded across his chest and one leg crossed over the other as he hurriedly jotted down notes. In the rush that he was writing, it wasn't a surprise when the pencil flew out his hand and landed on the floor with a loud clack. His scowl deepened as he snatched it up off the floor and held it up in front of his face, glaring, as if willing it to spontaneously combust. Uraraka smiled to herself as she watched him, the angriness she used to be so weary of for some reason now seemed... endearing. And before she knew it a small giggle had escaped her lips.

Wrong move.

Bakugo's head jerked up as he made direct eye contact her. Looking into his crimson eyes sent an electric jolt down Uraraka's spine, causing her to involuntarily shiver. Blushing, she broke the staring contest and hid her head in her arms, urging her heart to quit beating so fast. Ever since their little encounter in the kitchen, she had been feeling weird whenever it came to the thought of him. And then this morning...

Uraraka felt her face heat up once again and she covered her face with her hands.

This morning in the elevator was so embarrassing! She thought as the whole scenario came rushing back to her.

Being pressed up against Bakugo in the elevator, she could feel him poking into her behind and she used every last bit of her willpower to ignore it. And then she almost fell and luckily he caught her...but he sure did get an eyeful. Uraraka had watched him stare down at her backside, which no doubt was in his full view considering the position they were in, and with each second she felt him growing harder and harder. Things were already awkward between them and now this! She just didn't know how to fix it or forget about it or...if she even wanted to forget about it.

Giving a little sigh, she moved her fingers aside to peek at him. He was focused back on the lesson but every few seconds he would cast a glance her way, each glance steadily lasting longer as a light red began to dust his cheeks.

Could it be possible that...he's thinking about it too?

Almost immediately, she dismissed the thought from her head. There was no way. He was probably red because he was ticked that she had giggled at him, Bakugo doesn't like being laughed at. Finally lifting her head back up, she tried in vain to actually pay attention to today's English lesson, but again her mind wandered. How long could they ignore this obvious tension between them?

In that moment, Ochaco decided that she would settle this once and for all. On the paper in front of her, she wrote in perfect English:

Today I will talk to Bakugo.

"Get started on your assignment, it's due before the end of class." Mr. Aizawa said in his usual monotone voice. "If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

Though the way he said it implied he didn't really meant it. Bakugo eyed the paper in front of him and finished it in 5 minutes flat.

Translating sentences, what weak shit

He thought to himself. When was he gonna get a real challenge? He looked around the classroom to see the idiots around him still scribbling.

"Tch" he mumbled to himself. Typical. He then noticed a head of chocolate brown hair bobbing. Uraraka rocked her head back and forth slightly as she looked down at the paper on her desk. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at her, not knowing what to think. She was becoming a problem. He had to skip breakfast and take care of his little "problem" in the bathroom this morning because he was so hard it hurt. Yet she seemed completely unaffected by their ongoing encounters.

Well at least somewhat unaffected

He concluded as he thought back to earlier that class period. His stupid pencil dropped and in his irritation he glared at it, only to hear a soft laugh from across the room. It had been Urakaka, and as soon as they made eye contact she turned pink, quivered and then plopped her head down on her desk. He didn't know what to make of the whole thing, all he knew was that seeing her shiver like that was something he enjoyed. It wasn't a shiver out of fear, Bakugo knew what that looked like (courtesy of Deku), but it seemed her mind was somewhere it definitely shouldn't have been.

Dirty Little Uraraka.

Bakugo smirked to himself as his eyes wandered down to her legs. They were slightly ajar, and Bakugo wanted nothing more than to slide his hand down those pretty striped panties of hers and watch her squirm as he-

Uraraka scraped her chair back and stood up. Bakugo's heart nearly jumped out of his goddamned chest, and he whirled back around to face the front. Trying to catch his damn breath, he listened as her footsteps got closer.

Shit. he thought, and began to sweat a little. Did she catch me staring?!

But the gravity defier wasn't making her way towards him, no, she was going to Mr. Aizawa's desk with paper in hand. Bakugo felt relief wash over him.

Phew...she only has a question.

He watched her lips move as she whispered something to their instructor, and then they both began to whisper as he took a pencil and helped her with her work. Bakugo watched her hips sway as she received help, and as if she sensed his eyes on her, she bent forward a little more as she leaned on Mr. Aizawa's desk. The plump underside of butt was winking at him from underneath the hem of her skirt, and her thighs were so fucking smooth and scar-free, despite all the rigorous training they did. He growled to himself as thought after thought invaded his brain.

Why the FUCK am I feeling like this?! FUCK. I just...want to leave my mark all over her, a hickey in every spot possible. I want her to be MINE!

Just then the bell rang for lunch, interrupting his small freak out session. Bakugo grabbed his bag, slapped his assignment down on the front desk, and flew out the door. He couldn't stand being around her any longer, it was killing him. But of course, the world wanted him to suffer just a little bit longer.

"Bakugo!" he heard her voice, clear as bells, ring through the hall. But he didn't stop; he sped up. Darting in between people and pushing others out the way, he dove into the cafeteria and skipped to the very front of the line. Grabbing the food he wanted and using his trademark glare to shut up anyone who had a problem, he exited the line in about 10 seconds and was about to escape when he felt a hand grip his elbow.

He didn't even have to turn around to know who it was.

"Bakugo...can we...talk?" she asked in a small voice, a voice that made Bakugo's very insides melt.

"I'm trying to eat, Roundface. I'm starving." He said without turning around, because he knew that if he did he'd succumb to her wide-eyed gaze and innocent face. And succumbing to people was not something Katsuki Bakugo did. She walked around to the front of him, trying to catch his eye but he refused to do it, so he looked to the side instead.

"Can we talk...after lunch then?" she inquired, nervously wringing her hands over and over again. Whatever she wanted to talk about (though he already had a pretty good idea what it was) Bakugo didn't wanna hear it. He didn't wanna hear her recount all their uncomfortable run ins, because he couldn't face it. There was no doubt in his mind that he'd just die, literally blow up, out of embarrassment. Determining his answer, he locked eyes with her and said firmly,

"No."

And with that he moved to walk past her, expecting her to move out the way. But she didn't, of course she didn't. Instead she moved with him, opening her mouth to try and convince him again, and then somehow their legs got tangled. Time stood still as they both went crashing to the floor, curry soup and rice flying everywhere. Bakugo hissed in anger as the hot liquid soaked into his clothes. It didn't help that everyone had now surrounded them, shouting exclamations and worries that simply pissed him off even more.

"Uraraka! Kacchan!" shouted a familiar, extremely annoying voice. The fiery quirk user's head snapped up, eyes reading nothing but hate as he saw Deku burst through the crowd.

Here comes fucking Deku to save the fucking day.

Bakugo thought bitterly. He looked over to see the green-haired punk reaching a hand out towards Uraraka, who looked shaken by what just happened. Her skin took on a bright red tint from the scalding soup, and the weight of guilt came crashing down on his head.

All you had to do was talk to her, you weak ass FUCKER. Then this wouldn't have happened! He scolded himself,

His eyes then flicked back to Deku's stupid worried face. Worried about his Uraraka. In an instant he closed the distance between them and smacked the boy's hand away,

"Get the fuck away from here, dipshit. I got her." Bakugo said in a menacingly low tone. Before the nerd could respond, he swooped down and scooped her up, carrying her bridal style towards the exit.

"Kacchan! Where are you..?" He heard Deku call, but he cut him off so he wouldn't have to hear any more of his dumb ass voice.

"SHUT UP! FUCK!" he barked and turned out the doorway, heading upstairs to the 4th floor. He had almost forgotten that Uraraka was even there, until she gave his arm a gentle squeeze, causing him to stop in his tracks. She looked up at him with those big, dewy eyes, rice scattered in her hair and her shirt soaked from curry.

"Thank you..." she muttered, smiling such a genuine smile that Bakugo's heart started doing freaking backflips. He blushed heavily, not even bothering to hide it this time,

"Shut up, Uraraka."

Ya'll got two chapters in one day, lucky ducks! ;) Expect chapter 4 and maybe 5 tomorrow, I'm really on a roll here with ideas. Don't forget to leave reviews! :)