Double Date

"Momo."

Yaoyorozu Momo glanced up from her cell phone when she heard her name being called, her face lighting up when she spotted her boyfriend approaching her, his red-and-white hair falling into his face, a black button down shirt hugging his muscled form, the top two buttons strategically undone. He shoved his hands in his jean pockets and stopped in front of her, her own red skirt and fitted black turtleneck a welcome sight.

Yaoyorozu smiled at him, and took a step so she was close enough to press a kiss to where his craggled scar met smooth skin—her way of soothing what hurt him most. "Shoto. You made it."

They stood in front of a door into an apartment, both frowning curiously.

"Whose apartment is this?" Todoroki asked.

"I'm not sure. But this is the address Uraraka-san gave me when she invited us over for dinner," Yaoyorozu replied, playing with a ponytail on her left wrist, wondering if she should put her long black mane into its signature ponytail. She felt a hand on her back and Todoroki shook his head.

"Leave it down. You look beautiful," he said, and then broke eye contact, his words minimal but always somehow right for the moment. She smiled and knocked on the door, and jumped when she thought she heard someone yelling at them from within.

"That voice sounds familiar," Todoroki said with suspiciously hiked eyebrow.

"Uraraka-san said tonight was a secret but also very important. She told me not to tell any of the girls, and to remind you not to tell Midoriya-san," Yaoyorozu replied, looking down at her phone in confirmation.

"I got that text," he offered. "I didn't."

Yaoyorozu quirked her lips to the side, thoughtfully. "But why—"

She was cut off by the door being yanked open and angry red eyes staring down at her, and she noted the bandage just above them. The owner of them 'tch'ed and quirked his chin up, coldly, but stepped out of the way. "Get in here. Ochako is in the shower. She didn't want to shower at her parents' 'cause she was running late."

Both Yaoyorozu and Todoroki stood there, confused and suspicious, and Bakugou rolled his eyes.

"Will you hurry the hell up?! It's fuckin' cold!"

They shuffled inside and Bakugou scoffed and closed the door behind them before trailing back into the kitchen to check on dinner.

Yaoyorozu looked at her boyfriend. "You don't think they're—?"

"Dating. Obvious," Todoroki murmured, matter-of-factly, glancing around the apartment. "It explains the unknown apartment. It must be Bakugou's new apartment that the agency assigned him. The paparazzi don't know where it is yet."

"I suppose it also explains why Uraraka made it a point to tell the media she wasn't dating Midoriya," Yaoyorozu added, crossing his arms over her ample chest. "Even if Bakugou and Uraraka are dating, it would definitely grate strongly on Bakugou if the media was still saying she was Midoriya's girl. In fact, I'm almost mad we didn't figure it out sooner."

Todoroki smirked at her. "Some top students we are, hm?"

"You're here!"

Both sets of eyes turned when Uraraka approached them, smiling widely, wrapped in a cute pink sweater dress and a gray cardigan. "Katsu let you in; good. I'm guessing you probably figured it out by now."

Two nods. "At least now I know why you told me to tell Shoto to keep it to himself." Yaoyorozu smiled. "So….Bakugou, huh?"

Uraraka blushed, her round cheeks tinting pinker than her dress as she shrugged and grinned. "He's actually….a really good boyfriend. You know, he still has his rough edges but he's so….sweet. In a Bakugou way."

"Kuso! Ochako!" Bakugou growled as he brought a tray of drinks out for everyone. "Don't fuckin' ruin my reputation. Especially with Hot-Cold here—I can still kick your ass, IcyHot bastard." He sneered at Todoroki. "In fact, I'll kick your ass harder now just to make myself look fuckin' strong in front of my girl!"

Todoroki angled his eyes downward in a reverse sort of eye-roll, as if to brush the exploding hero off, his eyebrows twitching, and Uraraka touched her boyfriend's arm.

"Katsu, they're guests," she said, and kissed his cheek, and Yaoyorozu smiled to herself when the angry man visibly softened and shrugged.

"Kch, Fine. Kick your ass later, Icyhot," Bakugou mumbled, glancing down at Uraraka. She smiled and pecked his lips, and Yaoyorozu giggles at the affection between them, which caused Bakugou to growl at her.

Todoroki folded his arms over his chest and shook his head. "You clearly aren't used to having a girlfriend, Bakugou-san."

"Whatever. Dinner's almost ready, dammit," he mumbled, and kissed the top of Uraraka's head before snapping his jaws at the other two and disappearing into the kitchen again.

Uraraka and Yaoyorozu locked eyes and both started laughing and Todoroki stood nearby, arms tucked against his chest, glancing toward the kitchen with an almost indiscernible smirk.

/

"Yaomomo." Uraraka looked up at her friend as the girls washed the dinner dishes together, glancing up from the soapy water to look at her. "Todoroki-san is a very active hero at his father's agency, right?"

"Mm. He works very closely with Endeavor; not that it's his favorite thing ever but he gets good field experience," Yaoyorozu replied as she dried the dishes that Uraraka washed.

"Do you—does he ever get hurt?"

"Yeah. Yes. Why?"

Uraraka glanced back down at the dishes. "How do you deal with it?"

Yaoyorozu frowned, and then recalled the bandage on Bakugou's forehead. "I remember seeing the news footage about that fight. If Bakugou's boss hadn't stepped in, that villain might've killed him."

Uraraka squeaked unhappily.

Yaoyorozu's eyes widened. "B-But he wasn't! He—is he okay?"

Uraraka nodded. "But I don't know how to convince him not to be so reckless. He failed the first year licensing exam because of it…it was only Aizawa-sensei's guidance and punishment that mellowed him enough to finally pass but he gets inside his own head and just starts—"

She glanced up when she realized she was starting to make the dishes float, having lost herself in her own thoughts. "Oh. Release." She caught the dishes and set them aside with a sigh. "You don't have anything to say about the fact I'm dating Bakugou Katsuki in the first place?"

Yaoyorozu snorted. "Oh. A lot. But it's your life. Your choice. You spent a lot of time with Bakugou-san when you weren't with Midoriya and Iida. If you saw something in him….it's your right to explore that."

Uraraka nodded again, glancing down thoughtfully.

Yaoyorozu purses her lips, gently, and then smiled at her friend. "Also, I don't deal with Shoto getting hurt well. You know me, I'm constantly anxious about something. And dating Todoroki Shoto does not help. The thing is….I'm so crazy about him, it's worth it. So I deal. I yell at him, I yell at myself, I cry, he kisses me, and reminds me how much he believes in me and how I need to believe in him too. And then I remember he's a hero and it's his job to get hurt so others don't. It isn't easy but I believe in him—because he asks me to."

Uraraka's brow arrowed into a conflicted 'v'.

Yaoyorozu smiled and touched her shoulder. "So believe in Bakugou because I think he might just be crazy enough about you to take all the crazy lessons Aizawa-sensei taught him about mellowing out and apply them. Relax. And be there for him when he needs you. As a fellow hero and as a girlfriend."

Brown eyes slid up to Yaoyorozu's face and a smile, still a little tense but moreso relieved, stretched Uraraka's face. "Thank you, Yaomomo."

/

The boys were quiet, drinking hot coffee, sitting in tense silence.

Todoroki sipped from his mug, and then glanced at Bakugou. "You know you can't hurt her, right?"

"I know," Bakugou replied, his voice more even than usual as he glanced toward the back window, white porcelain touching his lips.

"Because if you do, the entirety of class 1A wil line up tol kill you."

"Yep."

"Starting," Todoroki began, voice ripe with warning, "with Midoriya."

Bakugou's eyes darkened, but he took another sip of dark coffee. "I know." Finally, he placed his cup down and glared at Todoroki. "But I got no damn plans to hurt her. She's—"

Todoroki held up a hand in silent understanding. Despite the hot-cold hero's even-keeled demeanor, the two were the most alike. Words didn't always define what was most important. And he didn't need Bakugou to explain.

He understood. Because he had Momo. And Bakugou had Uraraka. And some things just were.

And though both were tense and slightly uncomfortable, as they heard their girlfriends laughing from within the kitchen, they had to admit, it wasn't all bad. Anything to make those women happy.

Even an awkward revelation of a relationship between Bakugou and Uraraka disguised as a double date.