Authors note:

Between working full time, freelancing, illustrating a book and dealing with some challenging relationship issues I haven't been able to write very well. Forgive me for the sporadic updates. Thank you to everyone who's sent a pm or left a message, it's really been so encouraging! I love getting comments, it makes me feel so cool! This chapter was supposed to be super long, but I'm struggling to end it. So, I've decided to break it into smaller parts so I can give you guys an update. Here's the first half, the next post will bring in some fresh NSFW. Thank you for reading my trash! It's just for fun so I won't be too hard on myself for being bad at updating, but I will try to do better! Happy New Year ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

After eating his lunch, Bakugou spent the rest of his Sunday avoiding everyone. Aversion was a skill he'd perfected during his time at UA. He was in a terrible mood and wanted, no needed, to be alone. Working with his teachers and fellow students over the past few years had taught him if he felt like he was going to lose his temper he needed to seek calm. He needed to give himself a brief respite to think about why he was upset and allow his temper to cool.

Katsuki had no difficulty filling his day with distracting activities. He spent some time getting ahead on, what he considered to be, mindless schoolwork. Once he was out of busy work he spent the vast majority of his afternoon getting in an extra-long workout. As the day wound down and he was finally starting to feel a bit tired, he showered and headed back to his room to gather his dirty laundry.

He'd finally found calm as he drifted through his room collecting a few pieces of clothing he'd carelessly strewn about. Sunday evening laundry had long been a tradition of his and the routine of it brought him comfort.

As he tossed everything into a pile at the center of his room he came across an article of clothing that definitely didn't belong to him.

Bakugou slowly lifted Uraraks's crumbled uniform shirt off of his floor. He'd found it buried under his pants, the same pants she'd removed from him after he'd stripped off her rain soaked shirt. The white cotton fabric was still a bit damp. As he lifted it and shook it out, he felt his stomach twist, his palms started sweating and he could feel his heart start to kick at his chest.

He held her tiny wrinkled shirt in his hands. The memory of removing it from her shivering body flooded his mind, quickly followed by the memory of the face she'd made as she came on top of him. God damn was that a good face. He'd never forget that fucking face as long as he lived. Her pink cheeks, her gasping mouth and the little tears that slid down her cheeks as her body succumb to his.

Without thinking, he lifted her shirt to his face and inhaled deeply. Her clothes smelled earthy from the rain, but clean and soft with a hint of something sweet. It was her smell and it was intoxicating. It brought him right back to the moment when she'd curled up on top of him after they'd exhausted themselves; she smelled so good snuggled up under his chin.

Like a sudden slap in the face, his memory lurched in the opposite direction forcing him to recall how quickly she'd left after waking up on top of him. So quickly in fact, that she'd forgotten all of her damn clothes! He'd asked her to stay, but she'd made it pretty clear that was the last thing she wanted. So much so, she was willing to risk getting both of them expelled by creeping through the halls that early in the morning.

His heart started kicking like a drum now. He felt his anger return with a hot sting that surged through him from his fingers to his toes. He'd spent the better half of his day trying to outrun his thoughts of her. But it was no use. She was still with him, resurfacing without a warning. Even in the solitude of his own room he couldn't be free of her.

His felt his chest tighten, his hands followed suit, clenching and pulling at the shirt in his fists. He could hear the sound of his own heartbeat thumping in his ears. He wadded her shirt up into a ball and threw it against his wall as hard as he could. The soft 'fump' it made as it hit the dorm room wall gave him no satisfaction.

He covered his face and sat down hard on his bed to wrestle his thoughts into order.

What was happening? Why couldn't' he stop thinking of her! What the hell was wrong with him? This was supposed to be a fun little side project, but now she was creeping into his daily life.

What the hell kind of game was she playing? Why would she go that far with him and then pull away like that? She'd been the one who'd started all of this. Everything had been her idea! This was all her fault! Wasn't it?

His mind raced through the events that had led them up to this point. She'd been the one to ask him to help her train. He was pretty sure she'd also been the one to come up with the idea for the creepy little 'winners choice' game they'd been playing too.

But, now that he was really thinking about it, she'd always kept it to a PG rating.

The first time she'd won all she'd thought to ask for was a home cooked meal. How ridiculous! What a fucking waste! She could have forced him to anything and that's all she'd come up with? At the very least he'd expected her to make him take her classroom cleaning days. That's what he'd planned on making her do if he'd won.

The second time she'd beaten him she'd told him to take her to the zoo. The fucking zoo! Like a child! He'd been forced to spend the whole damn day with her.

Bakugou flopped backward onto his back and pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes. The zoo. The stupid zoo. That trip had a deeper affect on him then he wanted to admit.

Thinking through the details helped him piece back together everything that had happened.

That was the last time she won. She'd only managed to best him with a few quick little tricks, now he was wise to her. Now he had to put her in her place. When they'd meet to practice the week after their trip to the zoo, he kicked her ass. She got so pissed-off when she lost. She had to walk away to calm herself. He'd leaned back against the wall and watched her, laughing to him self at how ridiculous she looked when she lost her temper. He never would have expected that reaction from her. She'd stomped around the training ground, kicking at the dirt, punching the air and mumbling to herself until she finally got her shit together and walked back over to him. Her tracksuit was singed at the shoulder and her hair was in shambles. With a scuffed-up, pouty-little-sad-face and a tinge of rage still lingering in her eyes, she asked him what he wanted her to do. He couldn't resist.

He told her too kiss him. He hadn't really expected her to do it, he'd expected her to be shocked and appalled. But she did.

That was the moment.

Their first kiss, the kiss that he'd requested. That was the moment everything started to… change.

He removed his hands from his face and stared up at his celling, lost in thought.

He'd been the one to turn up the heat.

He took comfort in the fact that she wasn't ever an unwilling participant. They'd both enjoyed it. She always went along with his requests just as he did hers. All she had to do was say no, but she never did. She never stopped showing up for their weekly spars or any of the activities they planed after.

So here he was. Wasting an entire Sunday wondering what his relationship with Ochako fucking Uraraka was, how it began and where the hell it was going.

He sat quietly for a few moments. Just breathing. Letting the heat of his sudden anger slowly disperse.

Sighing deeply, he pushed himself off his bed, collected the shirt he'd childishly hurled at the wall and tossed it into his pile of laundry. He might as well clean it for her.

He quickly found her skirt and bra and added them to his pile. Once he was finished with his wash he'd make sure she got all of her items back. Maybe then they could talk. All of this would be allot easier for him if she would just return his damn messages, but his solitude had allowed him to ponder the fact that she might also be feeling overwhelmed. Maybe she'd also been in need of some alone time to think.

Scooping all of his laundry into his basket and stuffing his phone into his pocket, Bakugou left his sanctuary and headed for his next distraction: the laundry room.

—(0)—

Uraraka woke up for the second time that day to find the sun low in the sky. She'd spent the whole day sleeping. The long rest had brought her some much-needed relief. Her head wasn't hurting her like it had been when she'd first laid down. She was definitely feeling a bit better. She felt refreshed and optimistic that she could still salvage some of the day! Maybe she'd call Tsuyu to check in on their group project and make sure her friend knew she was ready to help.

Uraraka sat up and swung her feet over the side of her bed. She picked up her phone with the intent of checking up on what she may have missed while sleeping the whole day away.

She had a ton of missed messages and three missed calls.

She noticed messages from Tsuyu and Mina first. Asking if she was ok and wanting to make plans to hangout and do homework.

She had a message from her mom checking in on her and letting her know her and her dad were well. Her mother had included a picture of her father sleeping upside down and half way off of the couch with a book over his face. It made her giggle, while simultaneously triggering an ache in her heart. She missed them both so much.

She continued to scroll down to see the earlier messages she'd missed. Two from Midoriya, checking to see if she'd have any free time to review some notes with him after class on Monday.

Uraraka's tummy turned as she recalled her encounter with Izuku in the halls last night. She paused to respond to him, but held back, opting to finish reading the rest of her messages before she got too distracted.

She scrolled further down and discovered she had numerous missed messages from Bakugou. Since she was reading them out of order, the first one she read was, in no way, subtle.

Explodie – ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE ALREADY OCHAKO!

She quickly checked her missed calls. She had one from Midoriya, and two, TWO from Bakugou. It wasn't out of the ordinary for Midoriya to call her before he texted, but Bakugou had never, ever called her. They'd always stuck to minimal texts, simple things like verification time or location.

She kept reviewing her messages. He'd sent her… quite a few.

Explodie – Did you find your key?

Explodie – You ok? Make it back to your room?

Explodie – You're supposed to let me know when you're back in your room!

Explodie – WTF?! URARAKA! Are you ok?

Explodie – It's morning now, I'm assuming you're not dead. We need to talk, call me.

Explodie – Am I wrong? Are you dead?! Answer your damn phone!

Explodie – I wanted to tell you in person, but you're not answering and I don't want him to try to fuck with you. Kirishima heard us, he knows about us.

Once she'd had the chance to review all of his messages she felt horrible! Her heart was thumping in her chest. She'd fucked up again. She told him she'd message him and let him know she'd gotten back to her room ok and then she'd ghosted him! No wonder he'd been so perturbed in the kitchen today! She'd be so mad at him if he did that to her! Judging by the times on his messages he'd been up all night, he must have been worried.

Uraraka took a deep breath in and then let it out slowly. She did her best to steady her nervous fingers so she could text him back.

– I'm so sorry! My phone was dead! Can you talk now?

She clutched her phone in her shaky hands and waited. Something she'd read finally started to seep into her brain as she waited for Katsuki to respond. Did he say Kirishima heard them?

Reviewing her messages again confirmed she hadn't been mistaken. Bakugou's message was clear: 'He heard us. He knows about us.' Kirishima knew about them? He heard them! How much did he hear? How much does he know?

She could feel her face turning red. Kirishima had sat right besides her at lunch today, He'd been as sweet and cheerful as ever, like nothing at all was out of the ordinary. The idea that he'd heard her doing that with Bakugou made her feel so ashamed. She might never be able to make eye contact with him again!

Uraraka jumped when she felt her phone vibrate in her hands.

Explodie – Doing laundry

Uraraka sighed. Two words, short and void of any hint of emotion, a much more typical Bakugou response. She was hopeful that meant he wasn't too angry with her. Hopefully he'd had some time to cool down.

Uraraka jumped out of bed, she brushed her teeth and made sure her hair was presentable before dashing out of her room. If he was alone, there was no reason they couldn't talk while he did his laundry.