"Katsuki, my precious boy!"
Oooooh shit. He couldn't hide the utter horror from his face as the woman with the same ashy hair as his wrapped her arms around his shoulders, "Mom?" He was still trying to comprehend it, "What the fuck are you doing here?"
She pulled away from him, putting her hands on her hips as if to say 'why the fuck can't I be?', "Why the fuck can't I be?" She asked, "I can't see my own son?"
Knowing full well that Uraraka would be arriving any second, Bakugou contemplated yet again where he could make an explosion to end it all. His mom seeing a girl moving in was not on the fucking agenda, he'd never live it down. It would probably kill him, to be completely honest, and Bakugou would make a shit fucking ghost. "Can't you give a heads up for once, or did it slip your mind? I know the dementia's probably setting in."
"You'd really talk to your own mother like that?"
"Sure would."
Her icy gaze erupted into a smile, and he couldn't help but smile himself. No matter what shit his mom liked to pull, she was the only person that he would tolerate. "Won't you let me in?"
"I have plans." He said curtly, leaning an arm against the propped-open door, "And those plans EQEWdon't involve you loitering at my place for four hours."
She pouted, "But Katsuki, I haven't seen you in forever. Won't you take your poor mother out for supper once in a while?"
"You just want free food, you hag."
"Is that so wrong of me?" She batted her eyelashes, "Kacchan?"
"Aaand you're leaving." He said, swinging the door closed. But his mom, that sneaky old hag of a woman, caught her foot in the door and peered around it, "What's the hurry for? What plans do you have? You don't have any friends."
"Funny, Mom," He muttered, "in fact I do have friends, and I have plans with them. So you're leaving."
"Are any of them girls?"
"Yeah?"
"Any girls that you like?"
"Why are you being such a mom right now?"
"Because I want grandchildren, Katsuki." She sighed, "You're old enough!"
"I already told you, I'm not having kids." Bakugou spat, just the thought making him nauseous, "They're little demons that take all your money and don't say thank you."
"Boy do I know that." His mom muttered, "Are you really not going to let me in? Your own mother-"
"Um excuse me?"
Why didn't she just kill Bakugou right then and there? His life might as well be over anyway, as Uraraka's light voice floated in from the hallway. His mom looked behind her in surprise, eyeing the small-statured girl cautiously, "Can I help you?"
Bakugou kicked the door open like it was an attacking bear, grabbed Uraraka's arm, and pulled her inside in the blink of an eye. "Kaymombye!" He shouted, slamming the door shut in her face.
"Katsuki!" His mom pounded on the door, "Who is that? Is she your girlfriend? Is that why you're hiding her from me? She's cute! I still want supper!"
"Mom, shut the fuck up and leave!" Bakugou shouted through the door.
"Supper Katsuki!"
He pinched the bridge of his nose, "If you leave, I'll take you to supper this weekend. Can you process that through your small brain?"
"Okay, okay," She answered after some thought, and then a couple seconds later, "Make sure to use protection okay? Or, I mean, you don't have to, I really do want-"
"MOM!"
"Okay leaving~"
He heaved a sigh of relief and turned a burning red gaze on Uraraka, who looked utterly confused. She was lucky she was fucking cute, or Bakugou would have lost his shit right then and there. Her fingers played with the laced fringes of her shorts, a black backpack hanging from her shoulders, and chestnut hair falling just above her breasts…not that he was looking or anything. Her cheeks were tinged with pink as she asked, "Did I interrupt something?"
"No, but you opened a can of fucking worms." He scratched the back of his head, "Where's all your stuff?"
"Oh right!" She slapped her forehead and asked, "Do you have a window that opens?"
"Both of the bedrooms have one why?"
Uraraka swept down the hall where he showed her the spare bedroom, and opened the door, just letting herself in like she owned the place. Well, technically she lived there now, but have some common decency, huh! He followed her curiously and leaned against the door frame as he watched her open the window. Try as he might, he couldn't keep his gaze from wandering to her wiggling behind. And those toned legs, one firmly planted on the floor, the other kicked up for balance, weren't helping in the slightest.
God damnit why did he tell her to move in?
Tearing his gaze away and swallowing sharply, he asked, "What are you doing?"
She leaned out to look around and then smiled, "There it is!"
Bakugou only had to wonder what the fuck she was doing for a couple more seconds, when bags started floating in through the open screen. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't slightly impressed by her creativity. He was fully prepared to lug all of her shit up the stairs, all of his complaints already pre-planned in his head, but she'd beaten him to the punch.
Once all of her things were inside, she touched her fingers together and they dropped to the floor. Clutching her stomach, she leaned against the wall and smiled dazedly, "It's all in!"
Bakugou crossed his arms, "I gotta hand it to you, round face, you don't have much stuff for being a girl."
"Oh yeah," She shrugged, "my parents didn't have a lot of money to spare when I was growing up, so I learned to live with little to nothing. I'm used to it, so I can't really imagine what I would do with a whole lot of stuff. Besides, I wear my hero costume five days a week, so I don't need a lot of other clothes."
Sometimes, Bakugou really hated himself for not telling her how he felt five years ago. She was so unlike the other girls in their class, the spoiled, never-had-to-pay-for-anything girls. A hard worker, and as selfless as they come, Uraraka would make any man happy, and Bakugou wasn't an exception. He knew that she would make a good girlfriend, but Bakugou was an asshole, and he didn't want people to look at her differently because she was dating him.
"What do you want me to pay you for rent?" She asked, unzipping one of the bags.
Fuck if he knew, Bakugou didn't even know what he paid for rent. It just came out of his bank account automatically, and he always had money left over to live comfortably. So he shrugged, "You don't have to."
She paused, smoothing her sheets over the spare bed, "No way, I can't live here for nothing."
Not wanting to admit he didn't know what he paid for rent, he just said, "Then make food when we get home at night. Since we're partners, our schedules are the same, so we'll get home at the same time. I can cook, but sometimes I get too tired and just order out. So if you want to pay for rent, just make me food."
Uraraka looked unsure, but said, "Okay, I can do that."
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and fished it out to see his mom's picture next to a text saying, Katsuki, I can't believe you got such a pretty girl.
She's not my girl, He typed with a white-hot gaze.
"Was that your mom?" Uraraka asked, finished with making the bed and now kicking her bags to one side of the room, "You two look the same."
"We do not." He said.
She arched an eyebrow, "You nearly look like the same person."
Another text, Then why is she at your apartment alone? I don't approve FWB relationships you know.
"God fucking…" He muttered, typing, IT'S NOT LIKE THAT EITHER. WE'RE JUST FRIENDS.
"Thank you, again, Bakugou." Uraraka said, plopping down on the edge of her bed, "Really, if there's anything else I can do, let me know. I wasn't raised without manners, you know."
He flicked his gaze up to meet hers, and his mind ran wild. Never in his life did Bakugou have unbidden dirty thoughts, not even in his hormonal high school years. But there he was, imagining pushing her down on that bed and finally finding out just how soft her skin really was. Or how much her breasts would spill out of his large hands. Or how her voice would sound against his ear, saying his name as he-
"I'M FINE!" He shouted, slamming the door shut and crossing his apartment in two seconds flat. He knew his face was burning red, feeling it spreading from his neck to his ears. What the fuck, Bakugou? What was that? It was like he was hitting puberty all over again, but this time the sexual thoughts came with it. Seriously, what was he going to do now? Every time he imagined her, that's all he could think of.
It was his mom's fault. She was the one who planted the idea of Uraraka being more than just his friend. That woman had always managed to make his life hell, and this was the deepest level he'd ever been.
He stayed in his room for most of the night, staring up at his spinning ceiling fan. He tried to calm his rapidly building fear of Uraraka discovering his thoughts, thinking up ways to talk to her properly.
She was sitting in the living room when he finally emerged from his room, scrolling through her phone while watching tv. Looking up as he quietly shot across the room, she said, "Hey, everything okay?"
Acting like he was looking for something in his refrigerator, so he didn't have to look at her, he called, "Yeah, I was taking a nap."
"Oh, I see."
She seemed to buy it.
"Do you," he swallowed the lump in his throat, looking for something, anything, to make the space between them less awkward, "want anything to drink?"
She smiled, jumping to her feet to stand next to him, peering inside the refrigerator, "What do you have?"
The smell of her perfume wafted toward him, and he said, "M-mt. dew."
"I only see Coke."
Fuck. "Whatever, take what's left. I don't give a fuck."
Uraraka frowned, her eyes honing into the one solitary sweat drop on the side of his face. Closing the refrigerator, she asked, "Am I making you uncomfortable?"
"Please," He scoffed, "You've been here for four hours, don't get ahead of yourself."
"Okay, just making sure." She said with a smile.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck his life. He was uncomfortable. He was way beyond uncomfortable. He rocketed past uncomfortable the moment she stepped through the door. No matter how much he slammed his head against the wall that night, he couldn't stop the tingling in his fingers or unwarranted thoughts of the girl in the next bedroom. He was like a goddamn teenage girl.
The next day, he and Uraraka left to go to the agency together. He had tried to leave without her, but she was an early riser now apparently, and beat him awake. They took a bus, a coincidentally jam-packed bus, to the agency, and Bakugou had to deal with her pressed up against his chest. The world must be having a great time laughing in his face, huh? So fucking funny.
"Kirishima," Bakugou grabbed his friend by the hood of his sweatshirt the first chance he got, "I need your help."
Excited by the panic in his voice, Kirishima's face set into serious hero mode, and he said, "What's going on?"
"It's Uraraka."
"What about her?"
"She's," Bakugou looked around to make sure no one was within earshot, "living at my apartment."
There was a long pause between them as Kirishima processed those five words. "Uraraka is…staying at your apartment."
"Yes."
"Alone."
"Yes."
"Just the two of you. Living together."
"Yes."
"…Alone."
"That's what I just fucking said, dumbass!" Bakugou said in frustration, "She didn't have a place to go so I told her to stay with me, but that was a huge fucking mistake. I didn't think I was stupid, but I'm beginning to second guess myself."
"I've known for years." Kirishima muttered, and then shrugged, "If you're helping her out, I don't see the big deal. You have two bedrooms, it's not like she's sleeping with you…Or is she?"
Bakugou resisted the urge to slap the suggestive look off of Kirishima's stupid face, instead shouting, "No!"
"Then what's the problem?"
Bakugou tried to think of a way to say it to him, without sounding like a teenage girl talking about her favorite boy band.
"Wait." Kirishima giggled, "Don't tell me…"
"What?"
He giggled again, "You're finally having wet dreams? Dirty thoughts?"
"Fuck you, I don't have wet dreams like you do."
"I don't, I have Mina for that."
"Disgusting."
Kirishima sighed, a smug smile permanently etched across his face, "I never thought I'd see the day that Katsuki Bakugou had wet dreams."
"I didn't have a wet dream, you stupid fuck!" Someone down the hall poked their head out of a doorway, making Bakugou push his red-haired friend around the corner, "I'm just having a hard time dealing with her being there."
"Because you like her, idiot." Kirishima drug a hand down his face, "It's like talking to a brick wall, I swear. I've been telling you since high school that you guys had a thing for each other, but did you listen? No."
"I don't have a thing for her."
Kirishima shot him a look, "Then why are you psyching yourself out about her living with you?"
"Because."
"Because you want a piece of anti-gravity, amiright?"
"Y-you are not!" Bakugou stammered.
"Do you think she could use her quirk during sex? I'd love to know what it's like to do it floating-"
"Oh my god." Bakugou muttered, "You're useless."
"Listen man," Kirishima clapped him on the shoulder, "it's not going to get better until you just tell her how you feel. Uraraka coming back to town obviously woke up all those old feelings you had for her."
"Feelings my ass," Bakugou said, somewhat unconvincing, "I definitely did not have feelings for her."
"Oh please," Kirishima started walking down the hall, "you were in love with her since the first sports festival. Anyway, I'm going undercover for a while, so I'll be seeing you."
Kirishima was part of a different division in the agency, tasked with almost detective-like missions. He didn't have an official partner, because he went undercover alone most times. It was dangerous work that he did, but only if he was ever made. The thing was, Kirishima was extremely good at what he did. If he was ever found out, it was because he chose to let himself be. Even Bakugou would admit he was kind of a badass.
"Undercover? Bullshit, I need your help!"
"Figure it out on your own man." Kirishima waved his hand dismissively, "Or text Mina, I'm sure she'd be more than happy to give you advice. I'll be gone from home until this mission is over, so she'll probably be happy for the company."
"So whenever I don't need you, you annoy the shit out of me, yet when I do need you, you're nowhere to be found. Fucking figures, Kirishima." Bakugou said to himself, putting his hands on his hips.
With a sigh, he started walking in the opposite direction as Kirishima. Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he scrolled through the ten contacts he had on his phone, tapping on Mina's name. Yo, Pinky, we need to talk.
Little did he know that Uraraka had been sent on a mission to find a stapler for Blade. Before she rounded the corner, she heard her name as the topic of conversation between two friends. It was a conversation she wasn't supposed to hear, a conversation that shed light to feelings she thought to be unreciprocated. Smiling to herself, she slowly backed away, allowing herself to touch the feelings hidden away for Katsuki Bakugou.
A/N: I finally had a hot minute to sit down and write! I always keep this story in the back of my mind and work and write down notes when I think of something good. All fun!
Clarissa Kirishima: I honestly thought of that last minute and was super proud. Yes, I did write Uraraka experienced with her short lived relationship with Deku, and I think it's cute that Bakugou would be one of the only ones from his class that is a virgin!
Zeensu30: I'm super happy that I'm able to help! Thanks for the review, and your English sounds pretty good so far!
Kigaroo: It is probably one of the most cliché things, but I'm cheesier than mac and cheese so it's just how I roll. I'm glad you liked it!
Rhearenee: Mina is a queen for sure. Thank you for understanding my job life!
Awkwardmarmar: He's growin for sure T_T Be on the lookout for fluffy personal life situations because I have plentyyyyy.
Thesvenmachine: Thanks for the review!
Anon: I'm honored you check for my updates, I'm always happy when someone likes my works so much. Hope this chapter didn't disappoint!
Guest: So, uhhh, I improvised and created a new bedroom. Sshhhh.
Conchito: Thank you! I was having a seriously long shift at work yesterday and your reviews cheered me up a bit.
So you may not have noticed, but there are a few things that are finally put into motion to further the plot a little. Be patient with me, I'm trying to create a slow building relationship and there's so many things I need to do to create that. (And I love writing conversations between Bakugou and Kirishima so…)
Also, I don't know if I ever said it, but the cover art for this story was created by yours truly! You can find my other art on Instagram, my username is BiggySayles. They're not anything spectacular, but hey, I try!
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Until next time!