Fall (Day 2) / kacchakobittersweetweek
After some time when Ochako set her position with a defending strike, and her base balanced beneath after finally convincing Bakugou to train with her – she tripped. The clumsy brunette had not noticed one of the chipped pieces belonging to a shattered large rock she'd used against the explosive-quirk user while in battle. As she activated her gravity-manipulating quirk, the brown-eyed teen spun before the blond set his palm to explode, her plan placed into action to use close-range combat to try and pin-point pressure spots on his back. A gust of debris from where Bakugou's explosive had landed jeopardized her vision, in which she shut her eyes for a mere second only to land on the pavement face-head-on.
Her ankle hurt greatly and she now sat on her behind, her hands wanting to touch it and see if was okay, but the pain itself let know it wasn't. "Ow, ow, o – w!" She wasn't crying but that didn't mean she didn't want to. Her large eyes observed the now-swelling joint, feeling more embarrassed than anything. Red eyes observed her with an expressionless face, not surprised she'd fall by such a rookie mistake.
"You've got to be kidding me, round-face!" His tone quickly escalated and she winced at how loud and close he was to her. She puffed her cheeks at him, "It was an accident!" She began, not wanting to concentrate on how things went down, but rather how she would get to the nurse's office. She could manipulate her quirk to try and carry herself, but she could only hold her breath for so long.
The riled-up teen looked around to find they were alone inside the gym they were using for training. On the weekend, it was only expected. Bakugou had been training after special permission authorized, only to have the brunette follow suit in her own work-out clothes begging him to give her some pointers. They weren't extremely close, but he did understand why a regular would be interested in getting his word on her skills. He just never expected her to go down this this way.
When he glanced down at her, he noticed she was staring up at him expectedly.
"What?" He said.
She scoffed and began to prompt herself up to fail as soon as placing pressure on her ankle, landing on her behind once more. "Help would be lovely," she commented and he scoffed on his own.
"You got yourself like this, why are you dragging me?" His question was legitimate but she instead answered with a question of her own.
"Because you're a classmate that sees me in need? You do attend a hero academy, I'm pretty sure it's your duty."
He grumbled at her reply, dragging his palm down his face, annoyance starting to kick in. He was supposed to use this alone time to exercise his own techniques. She was supposed to be a mere warm-up. "Fucking shit," he breathed out, and within a second his arm was stretched out toward her. She had winced from the sudden act, his irritation building higher as Ochako had been the one asking for help to suddenly be surprised. "I don't got all day, angel face."
She knew the pet-name was mere teasing, but she couldn't help feel her cheeks begin to burn up. Her own hand took his and pulled herself up, his leverage helping immensely. He tugged back, the sudden pull unbalancing her to gracelessly fall against him. Her finger gripped around his arms, a low grunt escaping her lips from pain extorting at her foot. With knitted eyebrows, Ochako looked up with an upset face, not realizing how close she suddenly was to his crimson eyes.
"Can you walk?" He inquired.
Her silence made the blond teen suddenly give her his back as he crouched down with his arms backwards, waiting to for her to hop on him.
"Whoa – what are you –?"
"Hop on, this will be way faster," he said, his eyes staring down at the floor.
The brunette had felt insecure at first, never imagining herself in such situation. Nonetheless, she allowed to be helped and positioned herself against Bakugou's back as gently as she could manage. Her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders as her legs stretched over the lower area of his back. The whole situation felt intimate. She had never imagined the blond boy's hands would press under her thighs, his firm grip supporting her weight. He began walking when she didn't say anything and she kept her gaze away, taking note of how nice he smelt despite sweating moments ago.
The walk was quiet. Her head pressed on him and she couldn't help but wonder if every boy's back was supposed to feel this nice. Trying to think of something to say, she suddenly became self-conscious. Was she heavy? She didn't want to be such a bother for the teen. Though he seemed to be transporting her with ease, and she was thankful.
"So –"
"Seriously, how clumsy are you?"
"Eh – "
"We were so good back there and suddenly this."
Good? She found her lips curling into a small smile but she bit her lips to stop them from doing so. Did he think she was good?
"I'm sorry," she found herself saying, hearing a heavy wind from his nostrils.
"Fuck!"
"What?" She asked, noticing they were now in front of the nurse's office, the door not wanting to open.
"It's locked. But we need to ice it soon."
Without another word his directions changed.
"I can try and walk –"
"Shut it, round-face."
She knew his tone and chosen words weren't anything personal, and had grown to accept his language.
Minutes later they had arrived at the common room, a few pair of eyes landing their way. Yaoyorozu was the first to approach as she noticed the small brunette hunched on the back of the blond, "Hey, guys?"
"Clumsy down here sprained her ankle," Bakugou quickly commented and went to gently drop her on the sofa – if releasing her as soon as her behind touched the sofa was considered gentle.
"Oh, no! Are you alright –"
"I'm fine," Ochako quickly interrupted with a smile as classmates approached, hoping not to feel like much of a burden as she had felt with Bakugou all the way to the common room. The bombarding questions began to make her feel lightweight, though she configured it have also been how comfortable Bakugou felt against her body to suddenly missing him. Her neck began to heat up at her daring thoughts, hoping her cheeks weren't giving her away. She began to settle herself and smiled inwardly as she noticed the blond teen begin to fill a Ziploc bag with ice, clasping it close and wrapping a clean dishrag around it. When he turned to go to her, he noticed she was staring right at him. A shade of red skimmed his face and quickly rushed to her, dropping the ice without a word and walked away before anyone could ask him for details.
Ochako skimmed through a magazine, her ankle wrapped up after her friends quickly supplied her with the necessary until Recovery Girl returned. There was a low knock at her door, and she pulled herself up not expecting anybody, but all at the same time expecting someone due to her condition. "Come in," she called out, reaching to fix the pillow positioned under her now-bandaged-foot.
Her large, brown eyes grew wider – if possible – when they landed on Bakugou entering her bedroom. She glanced around noticing how messy it was. Dirty laundry was at the floor near the basket she had previously aimed the items of clothing towards, scattered papers from past assignments and an open bag of chips at her desk.
"Ba- Bakugou!" She called, laughing nervously. It was then that she realized she hadn't officially thanked the boy, causing her to mentally smack herself. He must be there for his thank-you, as he should be. "Thanks for –"
He had made his way inside, and lifted his arm up with a grocery bag, surprising her enough to interrupt her appreciation.
"What –"
"Painkillers. It must hurt like a bitch," he said and she smiled weakly at his comment. The pain wasn't as bad as it had been earlier, and even then, she was able to endure it. The ice helped with the swelling and numbed it away, but she knew the medicine would help with any potential infection that could spark a fever. She couldn't afford to get sick.
She took the bag and smiled greatly, "Thanks Ba –"
"Yeah, whatever. Just try and stay balanced next time," he said last before walking out and closing her door behind him.
She sighed at how he never allowed her to finish a sentence. "Rushing and all," she muttered to herself, nonetheless smiling at the extra trouble he had made himself go through to get her medicine. She opened the bag, surprised to find a pint of ice cream and wrapped plastic spoon inside along with the said medicine. She could feel her chest thumping faster, her smile small and sincere as she held the cold treat in her palm.
"Thank you, Bakugou," she said softly.
A/N: I am determined to finish these prompts, even if they're late! I enjoyed writing this one the most, and I really hope everyone's enjoying them so far! 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!
