Authors note:
I'd like to apologize to everyone for my long absence. I've never had my heart broken before and it turns out it's just as awful as the movies make it out to be. I'm on the mend now, but sometimes it hits real hard and I just can't be creative. Thank you SO VERY MUCH for all of your comments and messages, they've really given me the drive to keep going. On some days they made me laugh and smile when I didn't think it was possible. THANK YOU!
This story isn't dead and it's not over yet. I love this pair and I've got quite a bit of story left tell, but I can't promise it won't be slow going. If you don't mind the wait, bear with me and stick around! If you can't stand the waiting, I totally get it, waiting sucks! I hope the fact that this chapter is soooo F***ing long will help to make up for the wait. I debated breaking it into two chapters, but I like to flow so I'm keeping it as one for now.
Thank you everyone! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
Oh! And a special THANK YOU to suckmybaku for the cover art! I luvs it, it makes me so happy!
Bakugou had his ear buds in blasting The Misfits as he loaded his second batch of clothes into one of the UA washing machines. He was on a classic American punk-rock kick this month. The, not so subtle, serenade of the horror punk band kept him company as he went about his chore. His first load of clothes were already in the dryer and nearly complete. Since it'd been raining so much the past few days, he'd opted to use the dryer in lieu of hanging his clothing outside, like he normally would. Not to mention the fact that he wasn't about to hang Uraraka's bra and skirt up on his balcony like some sort of twisted victory flag.
Sighing softly to himself as he worked, Bakugou waited for the washing machine to fill with warm-soapy-suds before he added his second load of dirty laundry one piece at a time. He'd finally managed to find a bit of Zen as he busied himself with the ritual of Sunday laundry. He gave into his music as he worked, relaxing and allowing his mind to wonder over the details of his upcoming schedule.
The next week was going to be hellish. It'd be an understatement to say that his first and second years at Yuei hadn't been a struggle. There'd been countless hardships to challenge the courage and commitment of everyone in his class as they immersed themselves into the journey towards herodom. Third year, on the other hand, was proving to be a completely different type of beast. There were so many important decisions to make and countless critical markers to hit. They had to do it all. Now they had to become the best lifesavers in the world, while simultaneously maintaining a strong, positive and inspirational image in order to better serve the public. Or in his case, the media that feed the minds of the public what ever hot gossip they felt like spewing off that day.
The pressure was on.
Each class 1-A student had his or her own struggles to face. But, there were a few they all shared. Like the ever-growing pressure to maintain a professional, composed, well balanced appearance in the public eye. What people were saying about them could have a major effect on what options would be available to them post graduation. This critical step had proven to be manageable for the majority of his classmates, but not for Katsuki. He was struggling.
He'd been hit by the burden of public exposure pretty early on. Even before he'd started his first term, he was easily recognizable after being attacked by multiple villains on public television. The first sports festival had sealed the deal. People had started to form an opinion on him before he'd even come close to starting his career. But, his rescue from All For One had put Katsuki and Deku, for that matter, on the media's radar HARDCORE. Since then, it'd been impossible for him to keep a low profile in the public's eye.
In short, people had a lot to say about him and he fucking hated it.
True to character, he was taking the challenge on headfirst. BRING IT ON! Katsuki thought to himself while recalling a few of the more recent social media comments he'd made the mistake of reading. Though he still had a long way to go, and a shit-ton of schoolwork to do before he'd be deemed worthy of graduating from UA, he'd be damned if he was about to let a bunch of gossipy, wannabe broadcasters stop him from chasing his life's dream.
Katsuki lost himself in a daydream that gave him the chance to talk shit about his least favorite YouTube gossip due. It had finally happened. For the first time, in almost forty-eight hours he'd been able to stop thinking about Uraraka Ochaco.
Ochaco cautiously followed the long hallway that led to the guy's laundry room. She shouldn't be here. The UA dorms had separate laundry and bathing rooms for a reason. The school had made it clear that they didn't want the male and female students getting up to any 'funny business' on campus. There would probably be some, pretty severe, consequences for her is she got caught.
Considering the fact that Mineta was in her class, she typically appreciated rules like this. During the 'best room' contest her fellow students had held on their first day in the dorms, he'd been disturbingly interested in knowing where the girls where keeping their underwear.
Nonetheless, here she was, sneaking into the boys' side of the laundry. It wasn't as scary as she'd thought it would be. Maybe it was the fact that she'd already snuck into Katsuki's bedroom, a crime that was significantly larger than the one she was currently committing.
As she got closer to the end of the hall she froze for a few moments to listen for any voices. She could hear movement, and stuff being banged around, but no voices. If there was more than one person in there, neither of them was very talkative.
Taking great caution to remain hidden, she pressed herself up against the edge of the hallway and peaked around the corner to verify who was inside. To her relief, the noisy user was just the person she'd hoped to see. She watched as Bakugou walked across to the other side of the room to add detergent to a filling washing machine. She scanned the vicinity of room to verify he was alone before pulling her head back around the corner.
Uraraka's mind began to whir too quickly for her comfort as she tried to finalize her plan. What should she do? What should she say? Should she just walk up to him and say sorry?
Even though she'd gotten a clear glimpse of his face and he'd looked calm, she didn't trust her ability to read his Baku Rage Aura from this far away. Confronting him when he was mad wasn't exactly her idea of a good time. While he had every right to be upset with her, she want's a sadist! She didn't enjoy a pissed-off Katsuki anymore than the next person.
Uraraka felt her knees start to wobble. They always seemed to betray her when she got nervous around him. Her confidence was starting to leave her. It was a feeling she wasn't accustomed too. She took great pride in the fact that her best side always seemed to shine through when she was confronting a challenge. She was brave. She could find a way to focus on the positive in any situation, no matter what.
But, this situation was… well it was deranged, okay! She was still arguing with her inner self about EVERYTHING surrounding her current, ah, well, hmm… what would she call it? Friendship? Yeah, her 'friendship' with the most explosively argumentative person in her entire school.
"Stupid legs" She muttered to herself as she scrunched up her face and braced herself against the wall. Why the hell was she so nervous?
Uraraka let out a deep sigh. Who was she trying to fool? She knew why she was nervous. She needed to know what was actually going on between them.
She grit her teeth and clenched her fists. She was so much better than this. The reaction she was having right now wasn't anything new. The need to get some labels on their relationship was starting to drive her crazy. They'd never really talked about what their bet had evolved into.
He'd managed to turn his victories it into something far more adult than she ever could've imagined. What started off as a free dinner quickly turned into a kiss. Over time, that one kiss turned into lots of kissing. Kissing that eventually melted into heavy make out sessions, peppered with groping and grinding. His lips somehow managed to always leave her wanting more. They'd been hungrily making out for months before he finally asked her to let him touch her. After that she was hooked. She knew she'd do anything he wanted her too. He was so much more to her now then he'd been when they'd first started sparing together. She was pretty sure he felt the same way about her, almost positive now that he'd asked her to spend the night. But, she wanted to hear him say it. She wanted to know what the hell they were trying to accomplish.
Dame it, she'd screwed up last night.
She should have stayed. She'd wanted to stay. But the reality of waking up in his arms after accidentally activating her quirk had shaken her to her core and sent her into a nervous frenzy that resulted in her awkwardly bolting on him.
If he'd done that to her it would have broken her heart.
She wished she'd been able to control her reaction. She wished she could go back and change what she'd done. It would've been the perfect time to talk to him. She'd wanted to discuss their relationship for so long now, but any time she tried she'd get too damn nervous! She'd start fidgeting and shaking, and then she'd babble on and on about absolutely nothing before caving in and change the subject. He, on the other hand, was a mastermind at skillfully avoiding the topic all together. Some how he'd always manage to divert the subject any time it got too close.
It baffled her that she was strong enough to hold her own in a fight against him, but still lost her nerve whenever she needed to hold a basic, obviously necessary, conversation with him.
Uraraka forced herself to relax. She stood up straight and released her balled up fists. She took a deep slow breath in through her nose and out through her mouth. She dropped her shoulders down and back and held her head-up high.
She was being silly.
This was easy.
There was no need to be so nervous or make it into such a big deal. All she had to do was act normal and be herself, just like she would for any of her other friends. They were friends first, after all. What was so hard about walking up to a close friend and saying 'I'm sorry'?
On her next deep inhale, she pushed herself off the wall, rounded the corner and entered the laundry room.
—*—
Bakugou's back was turned towards the entrance, preventing him from seeing Uraraka when she entered the room.
Uraraka called out to him as brightly and cheerfully as she could, but her voice came out scratchy and dry as it caught in her throat.
"Hey, Bakugou, I was h-hoping I'd find you here." She flinched at the foolishness of her sentence.
Idiot! She mocked herself in her head. He said he was doing laundry of course he's going to be in the laundry room!
Katsuki didn't budge, he seemed completely oblivious to the pathetic greeting she'd managed to choke out. So, she called out to him again, a bit louder this time.
"Hey, Bakugou! I got your messages. I'm sorry it took me so long to get back to ya." Her voice was clear and friendly this time! A successful greeting!
No reaction, she was met by silence yet again.
Uraraka tugged at the bottom of her sweatshirt. She was feeling more awkward by the second when, out of nowhere, a tiny demonic voice begin to whisper an idea into her mind.
It started softly, but quickly escalated into an all-consuming chant.
What would Bakugou do if their roles were reversed?
What would he do if he'd managed to sneak up on her in the laundry room, totally oblivious and with her back exposed?
The evil voice demanded an answer, and oh-ho-ho, did she know what it wanted to hear. She knew exactly what he would do if he was in her place right now. She shifted objectives and silently began to stalk closer to him.
This was her chance at revenge!
She was going to tickle the hell out of him! She knew this moment was meant to be, a true karmic blessing. She was going to use his patented Tickle Assault Move against him, see how he likes it!
She'd get him back for every time he'd managed to pin her down while sparing, taken advantage of her when her game was off or sniped her if she dropped her guard after a long day.
It made her so angry when he did it! She'd be reduced to a teary-eyed-ball of squeaking-giggles while he basked in his own glory, holding her down until she couldn't' take it any more and begged him to stop.
The worst part was, it worked every time!
Of course he would never attempt something so silly and intimate if there were other people around. But, when they were alone, and he saw an opening, he'd go for.
She'd scold him for it afterwards, but he'd just play dumb and insist he was doing her a favor. He'd say something like "I'm helping you! You need to get better at paying attention to your surroundings at all times. You never fuckin' know what's coming, you've always gotta be ready."
She knew he was full of it! He just liked to mess with her!
He'd just managed to scare the living hell out of her a few weeks ago when he'd pretended to be asleep as she came into his room and sat on his bed. There'd been no reason for it other then him torturing her for his own amusement!
He'd had this coming for a while! It was finally her turn! Now she'd get to make him beg!
Uraraka silently stepped within striking distance of Bakugou's exposed back. As soon as she was close enough, she swiftly shot her hands forward and slipped them under his black tank top. Her fingertips made contact with his warm skin and she began tickling him all over the sides of his body. She targeted his waist and tummy, knowing it to be a weak spot of her own.
She was sure to have him begging for mercy in no time at all!
Unfortunately for Ochaco, her attack didn't go as planned.
Bakugou felt something touch him. He jumped slightly before instinctively entering defense mode.
His hands clamped down on the wrists of his assailant, entrapping them in his vise-like grip. He ducked under their arms and twisted, flipping his attacker around and pinning them to the washing machine in front of him. He wrapped his leg around the back of theirs and pressed his knee into the back of their knees, locking them in place. As a finishing move, he twisted their arms into an x behind their back, fully immobilizing the attack.
He'd managed to shut down the ambush in mere seconds. His heart was racing and his brain was doing it's best to catch up and process the scene unfolding before him.
He stared down in surprise at the culprit pinned beneath him.
"Huh? Uraraka?" He stood frozen for a moment, trying to figure out what the fuck she was doing here.
"Do you have a death wish?" He spat at her in a deep hiss. "I could've burned your fucking face off, you idiot! You can't sneak up on me like that!"
He wanted to scream at her, but managed to keep it down to a snarl. This was the second time in twenty-four hours that he had to remind her how dangerous it was to sneak up on him. They'd just been over this same shit last night! What if he wasn't able to stop himself in time? She could've been scarred for life and it would've been his fault.
The idea of scaring her for life freaked him the fuck out!
He could see her mouth moving, but he couldn't' make out a damn thing she was saying, his music was still blasting directly into his ears. He shifted his grip on her wrists, holding them in place with one hand and pulling his ear buds out with the other.
"Please Katsuki! Let go! You're hurting me!" Uraraka's face was scrunched up and twisted in agony. She shifted her shoulders from side-to-side trying to pry her hands free.
He didn't make her ask twice, though he was tempted to as it might serve as a reminder to her to stop sneaking up on him. He quickly released her arms and stared down to where she lay bent over the washing machine, desperately trying to catch her breath. The lovely view of her ass helplessly propped up in front of him quenched his anger like a deep gulp of ice-cold water on a midsummer day.
She was wearing a pair of tiny pink shorts that didn't do much to cover her. Creamy round cheeks peaked out at him from under the skimpy clothing. Her loosely fitted grey sweatshirt had slipped forward, exposing her lower back and hips. Between the assault on his person and the provocative visual, he was having a difficult time staying focused on the fact that Uraraka had just tried to land a sneak attack on him.
Bakugou sighed, so much for not thinking about her tonight.
Uraraka placed her hands by her sides and tried to push herself up. In retaliation, Bakugou countered her by lightly pressing his palm between her shoulder blades and held her in place.
"Hey! Let me up, I was just playing around! I thought it'd be funny." She chuckled up to him.
"You thought what would be funny? Getting your cute little face melted off when I force-fed you a ball of fire? That was a ridiculous move. What the hell were you even trying to do?" He asked her through clenched teeth.
"I was tickling you! You do it to me all the time!" She huffed out her nose at him as she tried to free herself again, this time pushing backwards in an attempt to wiggle out from under the pressure of his hand.
She instantly froze when she felt herself press against the front of his hips. She was trapped between a machine and a hard place.
"Tch. I'm not a weirdo like you, I'm not ticklish." Bakugou paused for just a moment before leaning forward and bringing his mouth close to her ear. "Uraraka, did you just admit that you were trying to use my own move against me?"
Being this close to him seemed so normal when they were sparring. But right now, the closeness of his body was almost giving her a heart attack. The feeling of his warm breath against her neck sent a tingle through her. She shuddered, causing her to shift her weight and wiggle her hips a tiny bit more. The pressure of his body pressing against her backside only helped to remind her that she'd spent all day dreaming about being this close to him.
Katsuki did his very best to keep himself from reacting to the soft cheeks that continued to teasingly bump and brush against the front of his pants. He needed to maintain his focus in order to show her how his attack should be properly executed.
He launched his counter assault.
Unlike himself, Uraraka was obscenely ticklish. It'd shocked him when he'd first realized just how easy it was. All he had to do was lightly brush her in the right places and she'd become a gasping-uncontrolled-mess of giggles. She'd turn to putty in his hands.
He found her total lack of control equal parts adorable and entertaining.
He used both of his hands to run his fingers along her waist and sides while continuing to trap her against the machine.
She wiggled and squeaked with laughter as she tried desperately to kick or slap him. Her toes just barely reached the ground, leaving her in an on-going struggle to find her footing. Her awkward position made it impossible for her to land a strike. In contrast, his placement behind her gave him the perfect advantage to dodge any elbows she threw.
As his fingers ran over her skin, they slowly crept higher and higher up her shirt. Her shoulder blades and ribs were particularly sensitive spots and he wanted to get her back for managing to get a jump on him!
He mocked her as his hands honed in. "Don't make this harder on yourself then it needs to be. Just say it, you know what I wanna hear."
"Katsuki! No! Sto-ha-ha-ha-p!" Uraraka called out between fits of laughter.
His brain almost short-circuited when his fingers reached between her shoulders and felt nothing but the bare skin of her back. She wasn't wearing a bra, again.
He said a silent prayer that she'd continue to make a regular habit out of ditching her underwear whenever she was going to be around him.
He bit his lip and forced his mind to stay focused on exacting his revenge. It was no use, as his hands drove over her skin he felt a surge of heat pulse and coil into his lower abdomen. Her body vigorously wiggling against the front of his did little to settle his interest.
"Wah-ha-ha-ha! Sta-ha-ha-ha-op! Please-please-please-please-please! Kaaatsukiii!" She could barely breath as she desperately yelled out to him between bursts of laughter.
"You can make it all stop right now, you just gotta say it Round Face. You know what I wanna hear or else I'm never gonna stop!" He chided her as his hands continued their dance.
"Ah-ha-ha-ha! FINE! Okayokayokayokayokay! You're the best Kastsuki! You're-heheha! The best and you're number one!" She finally managed to choke out the words he wanted to hear.
Bakugou snickered at her as he reluctantly released his hold. He couldn't hold back the malevolent grin that spread across his face. He stepped back a bit, giving her just enough space to push herself up and turn around into a seated position on top of the washing machine.
Feeling quite pleased with himself, Bakugou pointed his crooked smile at her as he watched her pull herself together.
Uraraka, noticing Katsuki's devilish grin, slapped him on the chest and shoulders a few times. "I hate it when you do that and you know it!" She poked out her bottom lip and furrowed her brows at him.
He loved how cute she looked when she was pissed at him. Fucking adorable. He suppressed the desire to bit the pouty lip she poked out at him.
"That's weird. You laughed the whole time, you sure you don't love it?" He mocked her with a sneer, intentionally fanning the flames of her anger.
Her huge brown eyes shot daggers at him as she took deep breaths to recover. She was clearly annoyed with his pleased disposition. The embarrassment of her double-defeat was painted across her face.
"I can't' help it! You know that! I tell you every time!" Her eyes flashed with heated emotion. "It's involuntary!" She huffed out her nose and frowned twice as hard.
Bakugou couldn't help himself as he reached out and pinched her cheeks. He was a sucker for her stupid little grump face. "You fucked up. You've gotta know your enemy better than that before you go in for a close range attack. I'm not ticklish, idiot. That move didn't stand a chance against me."
"Don't do that!" Uraraka snapped sharply as she pulled her face away from his pinching fingers. "You're making me angry Katsuki, stop teasing me!" She hated it when he pointed out the roundness of her face.
Ochaco rubbed her cheeks with her palms and watched in surprise as anger flashed into Katsuki's eyes. His body language shifted completely and he pushed away from her. Whatever she'd just said had hit him like a slap to the face, instantly breaking the playful moment between them. She wasn't even sure what she'd said, but it definitely hadn't been good.
"I'm making YOU angry?" Bakugou snarled at her. "That's fucking funny! That's REALLY fucking funny!" His eyes sparked with an anger that seemed to ripple through the whole of his body. "I'm the one who should be fucking angry! I spent the whole fucking day worried about you. You left in the middle of the fucking night. All you had to do was send me a fucking thumbs-up emoji or an "I'm okay." Instead, you ignored me all fucking day until you wanted to mooch a free fucking meal off me."
Ochaco hadn't heard him say fuck that many times in a long while. She realized she must have really hurt his feelings. He'd become quite thick-skinned when it came to losing his temper nowadays. It was something he'd been working on really hard.
Red faced and scowling, Bakugou shifted to turn away from her.
Ochaco flung herself forward and grabbed him by his arm, preventing him from moving any farther from her. She held onto him as tightly as she could, nearly falling off the washing machine in the process of wrangling him.
"Wait Katsuki! Don't walk way! I came here to apologize to you. I don't know why I came up with the idea to tickle you, it just seemed to come out of nowhere."
Bakugou stopped, he didn't make eye contact with her, but he didn't continue to pull away. He knew perfectly well where she'd gotten the idea. He would've done the same shit to her if their roles had been reversed. His bad influence was rubbing off on her. He stood frozen before her, the feeling of her hands on his arm burning like a brand as they pressed against his skin.
"Katsuki, listen, I came to tell you how sorry I am that I didn't text you when I got back to my room last night. I messed up. I feel terrible that I did that to you. If you'd done that to me I-"
She took a moment to swallow deeply in an attempt to get rid of the knot forming in her throat. "I'd be so pissed off at you if you did that to me. It would've hurt my feelings so badly."
Bakugou huffed at her and continued to hide his face. He didn't want her to see his reaction. She'd hit the nail on the head. His feelings had been hurt and he hated it. It hurt that she'd been so eager to get away from him when they'd woken up together. It hurt that she didn't respond to any of his messages. He hated how weak it made him feel.
This shit, was exactly what he didn't want to deal with. The whole point of their arrangement had been to avoid any of these kinds of feelings or complications. He was so fucking frustrated with her. He wanted to storm off and just leave her and all of his stupid fucking laundry behind. But, he was still so damn happy to see her. Despite the fact that she'd actually managed to hurt his feelings, he wanted nothing more than to stay close to her and hear her out. Maybe she had a good reason. Maybe she could make him understand why she'd ditched him.
"Hey." Uraraka lightly tugged at his arm. "Katsuki." She tugged again. "Please look at me." She was almost whispering.
The silence between them was palpable. Slowly, Bakugou turned towards her.
"I'm so sorry." Her voice quivered as she held his crimson eyes with her own. "I didn't mean to ignore you. It was an accident. By the time I got my bag and made it back to my room, I, ah, well, I just forgot.
Uraraka dropped her head for a moment, breaking away from his stare.
"It sounds so bad when I say it out loud. It sounds… so bad." Her voice was low and pensive. "It wasn't like that, okay? I didn't forget about you. I just forgot to message you." She lifted her head back up and met his eyes.
Katsuki was paralyzed. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to argue with her, but her cute-ass puppy eyes were pointed right at him. He was defenseless against the warm, chocolaty pools of sincerity she wielded.
So, she felt bad. Fine. He could see it clearly in her eyes. Either that or, she was the best liar in the whole fucking world and he knew that couldn't be it. He'd seen her lie two times in an attempt to cover for them. She was absolutely terrible at it. Even tiny white lies didn't come naturally to her. She was a sweet person, deceiving people was not her forte.
Ochaco could tell by his face that Katsuki wanted to say something. She'd seen this look a few times. He was wrestling with his thoughts. If she was patient and gave him enough time, he'd say what he was thinking. She bit her tongue and waited.
The silence between them continued, broken only by the hum of the running equipment in the laundry room.
Finally, Bakugou spoke in a muffled voice. "I was worried about you."
He'd mumbled so softly it took her a moment to process what he'd said. As she pieced it together, an involuntary smile spread across her face.
Bakugou watched her please-don't-be-mad-at-me-Katsuki face melt into a grin.
"What the fuck Uraraka! I thought you were being serious, why the hell are you smiling?"
Ochaco chuckled warmly. "I am being serious! I am! I promise!" She tugged on his arm for emphasis. "I'm just surprised to hear you say-" She looked down for a moment to find her words before she continued. "Hearing you say you were worried about me made me…" She awkwardly bit at her lip for a moment "It's sweet."
"What? You think it's what?" Bakugou's voice hitched and broke. He was sure his face had just transformed into a previously undefined shade of red, he could feel the burning heat spread through his cheeks. 'Sweet' was not a word anyone had ever used to describe him or any of his actions. He didn't like the connotation.
Uraraka squeezed his arm softly and tugged on him to come closer to her. Red-faced and flustered, he obliged, positioning himself between her knees.
"That means you were thinking about me, huh? Were you thinking about me Bakugou Katsuki?" Ochaco chirped at him teasingly. Though she attempted to fight it, her soft smile became deeper as it continued to work it's way into her cheeks.
"Yeah, I was thinking about you… and what a jerk you are!" He whipped back at her in a snarky growl.
Uraraka burst into laughter! "What! I'm trying to make nice and you're calling me a jerk?" She shouldn't have expected anything else from him.
"Yeah!" He barked at her. "You took off in the middle of the fucking night and ignored all of my messages. That makes you a jerk!"
Uraraka chuckled. He had a good point. "Well…" She paused, narrowing her eyes at him as she came up with a response. "My Daddy has always said 'it takes one to know one', so I guess you would know."
"Pft, whatever Round-Face." Bakugou's reaction was as quick as a flash of lightning. "I wonder what your daddy would have to say about what you did with me last night."
His words resulted in the reaction he'd hoped for. He watched closely as every visible part of Ochaco's face flushed red. Her blush spread from her forehead, to the very tips of her ears and all the way down her neck as it disappeared into her sweatshirt.
"Katsuki!" She cried out in pure shock. Her hands shot up to her face to cover her shame as he laughed at her reaction.
"I just don't' get it." He probed her further. "What could possibly have been so distracting it made you forgot to let me know you were alive? I thought we'd had a pretty memorable night. Guess I was wrong." He stared down at her as she continued to cover her glowing face.
Uraraka tried to explain herself. "It's not like that!"
"That's exactly 'what it's like' You knew I was waiting for you, and you didn't do shit to let me know you were okay." He cut her off.
"I had a really bad day yesterday! Like, really, really bad, okay? I messed up so many things and I, I couldn't stop thinking about... about everything. I passed out as soon as I sat on my bed, my phone died and I didn't feel good and I-I well I…" Uraraka trailed off into nothingness. She absent-mindedly fiddled with her fingertips and inspected everything in the room that wasn't Katsuki's face.
Bakugou watched her descend into silence as she become tense and withdrawn. He felt bad for not knowing she'd had such a rough day. He wanted to ease up on her, but he still felt like he wasn't getting the whole story. She'd left him half-naked and alone in a warm snuggle-worthy bed on a stormy night. Then she'd ignored him all day. It just didn't add up, something else must have happened.
Uraraka had started to toy with the pads of her fingertips as if they were the most fascinating things in the world. She didn't want to tell him about her meeting with Deku. Bakugou never enjoyed hearing about the interactions she had with her sweet, curly haired, cinnamon-roll of a friend.
She didn't want to tell him that Midoriya had been the one to grab her bag out of the classroom, causing them to end their secret closet 'meeting' early. She didn't want him to know Izuku had realized she was wearing his shirt. She definitely didn't want him to know that she shared a special meeting place with Izuku. It was too much. All of her experience between the two rivals had taught her to keep her best friend and her Bakugou as separate as humanly possible. The two seemed to be locked in an epic battle for superiority, and though it wasn't as volatile as it used to be, she had no interest in adding fuel to either fire.
At the same time, Ochaco didn't want to keep anything from Katsuki, that felt like lying. She knew she should tell him that Izuku might be on to them. After all, Katsuki had been wise enough to warn her about Kirishima, even though she'd messed up and not seen any of his messages until it was far too late.
Reaching up and poking Uraraka in the forehead, Katsuki slowly pushed her head back so he could make eye contact with her.
"Earth to Uravity, are you there space cadet? He watched her blink and come back to reality before he continued. "You were in the middle of explaining what happened and you just trailed off."
"I, what?" She had pulled a Midoriya and gotten lost in her thoughts.
"Tch, you spaced out on me. Tell me, what were thinking about before you passed out last night?" Katsuki continued.
She jolted herself back into the present. What was he asking her? Oh! He was asking about last night!
"Oh, ah, right! Last night, well I was thinking about our bets, I guess." Her face wasn't as red as it'd been when he'd teased her about her father, but her cheeks managed to glow pretty damn pink, even for her.
"I was thinking about everything we've, um, tried. It was kind of… all I could think about. Even after I fell asleep, I kept having these really detailed dreams about what we've done. When I woke up, I tried to take a bath to relax but even that didn't help. All of the details kept coming back to me, it was pretty distracting. I didn't even think to check my phone, which is weird because it's usually the first thing I do in the morning."
She laughed awkwardly. "When I did finally think to check my messages, my phone was dead. Stupid thing is so old, it never turns on until it's been charging for awhile. I wasn't feeling well, so, I fell asleep waiting for it."
Ochaco realized how quickly she'd been blurted out what she was thinking. Her nervous finger twiddling resumed, and she grew silent again.
Katsuki's stomach flipped. She'd just said the perfect thing. She HAD been thinking about him. She'd been thinking about him alot. He reached down and took her wrists into his hands and twisted them outwards so her palms and fingertips were facing him.
Uraraka's heart sputtered and skipped at his touch. The feel of his rough hands gently grasping for hers wasn't helping her reconcile her thoughts.
"Have you ever noticed that your fingertips look like kitty feet?" He intentionally asked her an odd question in hopes of getting her to return from space, again. As he spoke, he slid his thumb over the pink-puffy-pad of her index finger.
"Huhh!" Ochaco gasped at the sensation of his touch, followed by an awkward giggle. "Ah, n-no. Nobody's ever said that to me before."
"Uraraka?"
"Yeah?" She answered cautiously. She had no clue what he was up too. He'd totally just shifted gears on her again. He'd taken on a calm tone and his face had lost all signs of aggression. It was an odd look on him.
"Did you just say you were thinking about me while you took a bath?" Bakugou's eyebrow hitched as he questioned her.
Her heart jumped into her throat. Had she? Did she just say that? She quickly thought back, her words had come out in a blur, but now that she was thinking about it, hmm… yeah, she was pretty sure she'd accidently admitted to that.
She reluctantly nodded her head.
Katsuki freed her hands so that his could drop down onto the bare skin of her legs. He ran his palms up the sides of her thighs, stopping when his fingertips brushed the hem of her shorts.
Instinctively, Ochaco's hands shot out and pushed against his chest.
"I'm starting to like this story." His fingers played with the fabric at the edge of her shorts. He leaned into her hands as they pressed against him and continued. "Listen, I need to know about these dreams of yours, but first I want you to tell me about your bath." He scoped his hands behind her knees and pulled her forward until she was seated on the very edge of the washing machine. "Especially the parts that involve you being naked and wet while thinking about me."
His thoughts had become clouded by the image of her covered in wet-soapy-suds as she splashed about in a steaming hot bath. Katsuki stepped closer to her as she teetered on the edge of the machine. He only needed to lean forward slightly and their hips would be pressed together.
"Katsuki, what's come over you? I thought you were upset with me." Uraraka was so confused. She just couldn't get a read on him today. He was all over the place.
"That was before you gave me such a kinky visual. Maybe I can forgive you for being a jerk if you tell me what's been on your mind."
Ochaco's body stiffened as he leaned forward and brought his mouth as close to hers as he could without touching. His breath ghosted over her lips. The sensation of his hands softly drifting over her legs was setting her body on fire.
She'd been dreaming about him all day and now he was here, right between her legs. He smelled so fucking good it should be illegal. The same smell had haunted her all night, invading her dreams and forcing her to realize that her feelings for him might be a lot stronger then she was letting herself admit.
Fuck it She thought. She twisted her hands into his black tank top, in order to get a better grip. She gave a hard tug, yanking him forward and closing the small gap between their lips.
The sudden contact of her soft mouth sloppily pressing against his caused him to moan against her lips. Neither of them hesitated, they quickly melted into each others kiss.
As they deepened their kisses Uraraka felt a sharp bite on her bottom lip, causing her to gasp. He took advantage of her surprise and slipped his tongue into her mouth, this time eliciting a moan from her.
Bakugou wasn't really thinking any more. Wrapping her in his arms, he leaned in. He pressed against her and rocked his hips into hers, no longer caring if she felt how hard he was.
Ochaco pulled her lips away from his to catch her breath. "So, do we just do this when ever we want to now? We already settled my loss from Wednesday."
"First off, Cheeks, you're the one who started this." He brushed her waist slightly, tickling her to emphasize what 'this' he was talking about.
"Second, if you wanna get technical and play by the rules, you still owe me." He gave her a sharp-toothed grin.
"What? What are you talking about? We did TWO things yesterday because you're a sneaky cheater! How can you say we're not even? We're so even!" She shot her hand up to his ear and gave it a rough tug.
"Oi! You're the one asking about the damn rules, I'm just telling you how it is. Technically speaking, we didn't do what I wanted."
Uraraka gave him a questioning look. They'd done exactly what he'd wanted and then some. What the hell was he talking about?
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I enjoyed getting fucked by you. But I did say, very clearly, that I wanted to be the one doing the fucking. You flipped it on me. So, technically…" He trailed off as he lowered his mouth to her neck and started a trail of alternating kisses and nips.
"Mmhmhm." Ochaco laughed softly and tilted her head to the side to give him easier access. "I guess you're right." She cooed to him as she bit her bottom lip and forgot the main reason she'd come to see him was to talk.
"Actually." Bakugou slipped one of his hands under the hem of her sweatshirt, sliding his palm against her taut stomach. "I like your plan more."
"My plan? What do you mean? What was my plan?" Her breath hitched as his hand slipped further up her shirt and playfully brushed against the bottom of her breasts.
"I'm a big fan of the 'do it whenever we want to' concept." He slipped his hand over her breast and growled as his fist overflowed with her flesh. He felt her breast fill the spaces between his fingers and squeezed deeply.
"Mhmm, Katsuki." Ochaco gave a shivering inhale. "I thought we were supposed to be talking."
His name on her lips made him painfully aware of how badly he wanted her. "We're talking right now aren't we?" He slid his free hand up the inside of her thigh and traced his way along the front of her shorts.
"Yeah but, Katsuki?"
"Hmm?"
"Kaa-!" Ochaco sucked in a sharp breath as she felt his fingers drift further up and inside of her shorts, inching closer to her center. His other hand taking turns to playfully bounce her breasts against the fabric of her worn out sweatshirt, fingers slowing on occasion in order to pay special attention to her nipples. The sensation of his lips running along her throat sent convulsive chills deep inside of her. "I don't think I want to talk anymore, Katsuki."
Bakugou followed the line of her neck up to her ear. "I've got a question for you though." He scrapped his teeth over her earlobe while continuing to tease her with his fingertips. He could already feel them becoming slippery as he made his way closer to her entrance.
"Hmmm-." Uraraka's moan caught in her mouth as she bit at her lips. She wasn't sure she'd be able to answer any of his questions right now. She slipped her hands up the front of his shirt and let them drift all over his chest. She felt his muscles constrict as his breath hitched. She let her touch investigate his pecs, running across his nipples and downwards, lingering over every divot of his muscles as she slowly traveled her fingertips lower.
Her hands drove across his abs, causing his whole body to jolt with excitement. He was sure she could feel him shuddering under her touch. Her fingers slipped lower still, following the v-shaped line from his waist to his hips, until they were dipping into the elastic waistband of his joggers.
"Seriously though, there's something you need to explain to me." His breath was husky and shallow against her ear.
"Hmmm?" Uraraka wined in disinterested frustration. Talking was the last thing she wanted to do with him right now. She was afraid to hear what he needed to ask her so desperately that it couldn't wait. She didn't want him to shift gears on her again just when things were about to get good. "What is it Katsuki? Can't it wait?"
He shifted the angle of his head to get a better view of her face. "Do you have some sort of allergy to underwear and bras or somethin'?" As he asked her he pressed his fingers softly against her wet clit and rubbed a gentle, teasing circle. He slid his lips over the curve of her ear and felt her body shuddered under his. "No bra? No panties? Did you really come down here to talk too me?"
Her eyes snapped open in surprise at his words, at the same moment his touch sent a wave of pleasure cascading through her body. Crap! He was right! She'd left her room so quickly she hadn't taken the time to get properly dressed.
"Ahh!" Ochaco threw her head back, arching her back and panting as his fingers started to softly work her. "I was sleeping right before I got your messag-ahhs!" She moaned again as he almost slipped his fingers inside of her. "I came as soon as I woke up."
"Oh, you're gonna cum alright." He pumped two of his fingers inside of her, watching as a look of complete lust washed over her face. This was, by far, his favorite look on her. He could see that she wanted him. He could feel how ready her body was for him.
Bakugou couldn't' have asked for a better alteration to his traditional Sunday routine.
As the an intolerable need to be closer to him consumed her, Ochaco's fingers picked up where they'd left off. She pulled at the front of his sweats, tugging them and his underwear just low enough to free him. She slipped her hand around the tip of his newly freed hardness and stroked him with her fingertips.
Bakugou choked on a rough moan.
"Katsuki, I've been thinking about this all day." She slid her hand down his length and whimpered. "I want to feel you inside of me, again."
Fuck. What the hell had he done to get so lucky?
He didn't' hesitate to fulfill her desires. He moved away from her, sad to lose contact, but reviling in the lonely little noises she made at the loss of his touch. He pushed his hips forward again and rubbed his hardness along her hot lips. She was already so wet, she must have really missed him.
"Please Katsuki, I want you." She twisted her fisted-hands deep into his shirt and pulled him down on top of her so she could kiss him again.
Their bodies pressing closer together caused another jagged moan to vibrate through Bakugou's chest.
Bakugou side-eyed the entrance of the laundry room from his position above Uraraka. He shifted the laundry basket sitting on the machine next to them to a different angel. The new perspective should block the view of Uraraka's body for a few seconds if any one entered the room. It wouldn't help for long, but it should buy them a few seconds to cover themselves.
"We've gotta be quick and you've gotta be quiet. Understand?" He used his most directive tone to reinforce the seriousness of their location. He wasn't a fool. He didn't want to get caught either. The closet had been relatively safe, but the laundry room was a reckless crapshoot.
"I can be whatever you want me to be, Katsuki." Ochaco purred into his ear as she wiggled her hips against him, slipping herself up and down his hardness.
Risk be damned, this wasn't an opportunity he was about to miss out on. If someone caught them, so long as it wasn't Aizawa, he'd figure out a way to make sure they kept their mouth shut.
Bakugo grabbed her shorts and roughly tugged them to the side, easily exposing her. He lined himself up and pushed the head of his cock against her. He began to slowly sink his tip into her wetness.
Ochaco felt the air rush out of her lungs as he started to spread her open. She clasped a hand over her mouth to keep herself from calling out his name.
Bakugou's hands slipped behind her knees and raised her legs up to keep her in place. He was a fast learner. He'd gone to quickly last night. Tonight he took care to move slower. Dipping in and out, letting her juices cover him more and more. Each push letting him sink just a tiny bit deeper, waiting for her body to give into him. He'd been blessed with a second chance and he wasn't about to fuck it up. Even though he'd said they needed to be quick, he'd restrain himself for these first critical moments.
Uraraka tried to retain her sanity as she felt him start to enter her. Each slow thrust forcing her to feel every inch of him as he mindfully pushed deeper inside of her. She was still a bit sore from last night, but somehow that seemed to make it feel even better. Her mind slipped away from her. She let her head fall back against the top of the washing machine, hooked her legs around his hips and gave into her bodies need to be fucked senseless by Bakugou Katsuki.
He felt her body relax, allowing him to sink into her completely. His hips bore down against hers as their bodies begin a slow, twisting grind. Bakugou pulled back, leaving her entirely before bucking back into her.
"Ahfuuuckkatsuki!" Uraraka gave a needy moan.
"Oi! I said you gotta keep it down! No noise, got it?" Bakugou hissed at her.
Uraraka clamped a hand over her mouth and vigorously nodded her head.
"Can you do it, or do we need to stop?" He teased by pumping himself in and out of her again.
Uraraka shook her head as she caught the rush of her next moan in her throat. She bit into her hand to prevent it from getting any further.
Bakugou begin to thrust at a steady pace. His red eyes bore down on her as he watched her battle back the noises that fought to escape her.
He pulled away from her again and she managed to hold back a whimper. But, as his long girth quickly rushed back in to fill her, she lost control and called out lustfully. "Katsuki!"
"Damn it Ochaco-chan, you've gotta be quite." He scolded her in a soft voice, while struggling to keep the corners of his mouth from curling into a smile. Pivoting his weight onto one hand he gathered the front of her sweatshirt in his free fist and pulled it upwards. Her breast bounced free as he yanked her shirt all the way up her chest and to her face. "Say 'AH' and bit down on this Angel Face."
Uraraka opened her mouth and let him stuff the balled up fabric between her teeth. The soft material was more suitable at stifling her moans then her hand.
Bakugou clasped her hands and threaded their fingers together, holding her in place. "You look so fucking good." He cooed to her softly, sinking all the way into her. Her legs tightened around him, begin him for more. He licked a wet, sloppy path from the bottom of her breast all the way up to her nipple, taking the pink bud into his mouth and nipping it softly as he begin to ravaging her.
His thrusts were hard and deep and her body was more then ready for him. The soft humming of the machines around them was joined by the wet slapping noises of their bodies colliding.
Ochaco's moans were stifled as she wiggled and writhed underneath of him. He slowed for a moment, letting himself linger inside of her. Her body quivered around him, causing his cocky to pulse. He struggled to fight back his desire to erupt inside of her right at that moment.
Bakugou bit his lip as he looked down and watched himself sink into her over and over. Gods, her body felt so fucking good wrapped around him, squeezing him and begging him for more with each thrust. Somehow it felt even better then it had last night. More intense, warmer and wetter then he remembered. He struggled to keep from cumming too fast. He knew they had to be quick, but he'd rather be damned then fail at making her cum first.
Ochaco's head pitched from side to side and she sank her teeth deep into the makeshift gag that filled her mouth. The frantic movement of her head pulled her shirt taught, causing her breast to jiggle wildly as she thrashed. Her hips smashed against him franticly chasing her ecstasy.
All at once, the long buildup of tension in her body snapped, rippling shock waves of pleasure consumed her. The shirt stuffed in her mouth stifled her screams of pleasure, but he could feel her coming all around him. Her walls shivered and squeezed him until he was ready to burst.
By some means of divine intervention, Bakugou had a sudden epiphany.
He wasn't wearing any protection fucking protection! No wonder it felt so much better than last time! He was just about to cum inside of her when he realized the gravity of the situation. He quickly pulled himself away from the deep, warm, loving embrace of her trembling body.
Panting and covered in sweat, Katsuki caught his breath as he watched Ochaco recover from her climax. She sat up before him as she pulled her sweatshirt out of her mouth.
"What's wrong? Why'd you stop? Are you Okay?" A deep look of concern twisted into her brows.
"Pft, yeah, I just about knocked you up." He tried to laugh it off, but was pretty pissed that he'd let himself get that carried away. They both had big plans for the future and none of them involved taking care of a kid any time soon.
Uraraka gasped and covered her mouth. "I'm so stupid! I didn't even think about it. I'm so glad you didn't ah…" She tried to find some semi decent words. "I'm glad you stopped in time"
"Yeah, that was pretty fucking stupid of me. I fucked up. I'm sorry." He was still panting and despised the painful throb of the rock-hard distraction that was still swollen between his legs.
Uraraka's eyes darted down to his discomfort. Her pulse was still racing from the ecstasy he'd just gifted her. The idea of leaving him unfulfilled wasn't one that sat well with her.
"Let me help you out, okay?" She didn't wait for him to answer her. In a fluid set of movements she pushed him back a tiny bit giving herself enough room to slide of the washing machine.
Bakugou's mouth fell open in shock as she dropped to her knees in front of him and took him into her mouth. She licked and sucked the head of his cock a few times before sliding him deep into her throat.
"Ah! Fuuuuck! How the fuck do you do that, Ochaco? So fucking deep!" His body mindlessly thrust into her. The unexpected movement sent her head crashing backward and into the front of the washing machine with a loud metallic clank.
Uraraka gave out a muffled "Mhh!" as her head banged into the device.
"Shit, I'm sorry!" His panted words drifted down to her. "You fucking surprised me."
Katsuki placed his hand on the back of her head to protect it from hitting against the machine again. He tangled his fingers into her hair and buried his cock in her throat. It only took him a few pounding thrusts to come undone. He came so quickly it surprised them both. Uraraka hungrily swallowed his cream, eager to show him how desperately she wanted to return his favor.
Uraraka released him from her mouth and ran her hand over her mouth to clean up any missed drops. Face flushed and panting wildly she looked up at him. Katsuki continued to stroke his hand through her hair as he returned her gaze. Biting his lips and softly caressing the back of her head, he reached a hand down to her and helped her to her feet.
Panting and glistening from their evening work out, they wrapped their arms around each other and kissed. After taking a few moments to enjoy each other's swollen lips, Uraraka pulled away.
The reality of the situation came crashing down onto Uraraka at full force. That was not what she'd come her to do! What the hell was wrong with her!
"I better go, I don't want to get caught here and now I need a shower. But, we still need to talk about this!" She used her pointer finger to gesture to each of them in turn.
"I thought you didn't want to talk anymore?" He smiled at her as she adjusted her clothes and rolled her eyes at him.
"Katsuki, don't play dumb you know we need to-"
"Tomorrow's the only day that I don't have to intern after class. I'll meet you after the final bell, okay? We can talk then. You just tell me where." He cupped her cheek with his palm. "Or, you know, not talk, whatever you want to do Cheeks." He kissed her on the forehead.
"Pft, okay. Tomorrow it is." She blushed and slowly pulled away from him.
"Don't forget and don't be late this time! I'll be pissed!" He landed a swift smack on her ass as she started to walk away.
"Katsuki!" Uraraka looked at him in shock. The slap had been sharp and hard, she was sure she was going to have a handprint on her cheek.
"Don't forget!" He smiled at her with wild eyes.
"Hmph!" She stuck her tongue out at him as she headed for the exit. "I won't forget, you jerk!"
"You better not! I'll get even with you if you do." His glowing eyes drove the message home. He didn't want to get ditched by her ever again.
"I won't, I promise. Good night Katsuki."
"Night." He called back.
Within minutes of Uraraka's departure Bakugou heard voices drifting down the hall and towards the laundry room. Mineta and Kaminari entered the room. Kaminari was clutching a bag of laundry as the two simultaneously flipped through pictures on their phones.
"Mt. Lady's ass looks so good in this spread." Kaminari was almost drooling as he flipped his screen towards Mineta and flashed the skimpy image at his friend.
"Yeah, yeah, she looks great, but Miruko is hot as hell in this years calendar spread, there's no competition!" The shorter man flashed his own screen at Kaminari in an attempt to prove his point.
"Damn dude, you're right, she looks goooood!" Kaminari tried to snatch Mineta's phone from him but missed as the purple haired boy dashed further into the laundry room.
"I'd totally do her, even if everyone says she's kind of a bitch to work with. She can't be as bad as , it sucked working for her." Mineta closed his phone and slipped it into his pocket as he made his way into the open area of the laundry room.
"You'd do Recovery Girl if it meant you had a chance at touching an actual woman." Kaminari bust out laughing at his grape-headed friend. "As if you'd ever have a chance at Miruko, she's out of your league man!"
The guys were so caught up in their conversation they didn't notice Bakugou. Nothing about them appeared to be out of the ordinary, reassuring him that they didn't run into Uraraka in the hall. She'd managed to slip away without notice.
He awkwardly rushed to get his clothes out of the washing machine and into one of the empty dryers before they did spot him. This was the load mixed with Uraraka's skirt, bra and shirt. He had to make sure neither of his classmates noticed he was washing women's clothing with his own, that wasn't the kind of thing they'd let slip if noticed.
Kaminari was the first to spot the rushing blond. "Baku-bro! I haven't seen you since lunch! Where've you been? Whatcha' been up to? Thanks again for the meal!"
Bakugou cringed at the use of the tacky nickname. "Shut it, Sparky. I'm not in the mood." He slammed the door of the dryer shut just as the two guys flanked him.
"Sorry dude, ah, we'll leave you be. I just wanted to say thanks again." Sensing the turbulent vibe Bakugou was emanating, Kaminari held his hands up in a defensive pose meant to reassure Bakugou he wasn't looking for any trouble. "I'll be done in no time, I've just got to toss some stuff in the dryer for a bit. Can you believe it's still raining out?"
"Tch. Don't you check the damn weather? It's supposed to be like this for the next week." Bakugo snapped back.
Dropping his bag of laundry on the floor, Kaminari untied it and began to sift through its contents. "Hmm Yeah, I guess I should've looked sooner." As he spoke he pulled open the door of the dryer in front of himself. He was taken aback for a moment when he realized the dryer was full. "Oh, huh. Looks like someone forgot their stuff"
As Kaminari spoke, Mineta aimlessly peered around the open door to glance at the contents of the machine.
"Oh, yeah. That's my crap. I forgot I had two loads tonight." Bakugou started to make his way towards the dryer, but stopped abruptly, he needed to grab his basket first. He turned and headed to the next row of machines in order to retrieve it.
"Oh! Hey, Bakugou. I just remembered that I wanted to ask you something! I heard you landed an internship with Miruko. Is it true? Do you get to work with the Rabbit Hero?" Stepping away from the machine Denki followed Bakugou across the room. He was so eager to hear Bakugou's answer, he forget he'd told the explosive hero he wouldn't bother him any further.
Katsuki glared daggers at the electric type hero. If looks could kill, this one would, at the very least, leave a scar.
Kaminari halted in his tracks not wanting to push his luck with an already tumultuous relationship. Right before Bakugou got the chance to reiterate his disinterest in holding any type of conversation with him, they were interrupted.
"Hey, this is your stuff in here Bakugou-san? You've got strange taste in underwear. Are these yours?" Mineta called out in a questioning tone adding a singsong flare to the word 'yours'.
"Huh?" Bakugou and Kaminari responded in unison as they both snapped their gazes towards the grape headed student standing in front of the dryer.
Both blonds let their mouths fall open in shock when they're eyes fell upon Mineta's discovery. He was holding up a tiny pair of dark blue women's underwear. A very distinctive pattern of stars and planets decorated the midnight blue lacy fabric. The little pops of yellow and bright pink easily visible across the room.
Bakugou felt his face go numb. Fuuuuck! He'd completely forgotten he had those in his pocket.
Before Bakugou could say anything, Kaminari gasped. "Those aren't Bakugou's… those are Urarakas."
"How the fuck would you know Uraraka's underwear?" Bakugou had Kaminari by collar of his shirt faster than a bolt of lightning.
"GAH! Let go of me you maniac!" Kaminari fought back as Bakugou thrashed him around. "She fell down the stairs! It was an accident!" He managed to land a kick to one of Bakugou's knees, earning himself a quick release that resulted in him being dropped on his ass.
"These are legit then? You've got her underwear!" Mineta was almost screaming with excitement.
Kastuki crossed the room in the blink of an eye and snatched the garment out of his hands.
"Bakugou! I'm so jealous! Did she give them to you? Did you take them? How? When? Tell me everyt-" Mineta's questions were cut short as he stuffed head first into Kaminari's laundry bag.
"Both of you can fuck off, it's none of your goddamn business, got it?" Face flushed and hands shaking, Bakugou raged at the two men as he quickly stuffed his clothes into his own laundry basket. "If you tell anyone about this I'll fucking kill you, understand?"
Bakugou smashed the contents of the dryer into his empty basket and stormed towards the exit. "I'm not fucking around! I better not hear about this from any one else or you're dead!" He bellowed one last warning before disappearing down into the hallway.
Mineta managed to knock over the bag he'd been stuffed into and pulled himself free after a few jolts and kicks. He shook himself off and stood up next to Kaminari. Both guys remained silently stunned for a few moments.
"Ah… what the hell just happened here? What did we just witness?" Kaminari spoke out loud.
"I have no clue. But, it definitely involves Bakugou, Uraraka and some undies so I dying to know more!"
"How did he-? Why did he-? Would she with him? I just can't picture the two of them together! But, he doesn't seem like the type to steal! I'm shook, man!" Kaminari flailed wildly as he tried to wrap his mind around what had just gone down.
"Fuck if I know! But I want to! You better believe I'm going to be paying more attention to those two from now on." Mineta shook his head in disbelief.
"Yeah, for sure." Kaminari nodded his head in agreement. "But, ah… let's try to keep our detective work for this on the DL. I don't really wanna be killed by him and we're in the same group for this terms Hero Agency project." He sighed deeply "Something tells me this ones gonna be awkward."