Prompt: Kacchako + fluff
Uraraka Ochako honestly didn't mind the rain. Some would've called that odd, as it contrasted with her bubbly personality, but it really just wasn't something that bothered her. She preferred sunshine, sure, but hey - showers bring flowers. Her close friend, Asui Tsuyu, on the other hand, loved rain, but it tended to make her rather hyper. Currently, Uraraka was walking back to the dorms alone, as Asui had ended up hopping far ahead of her.
"Meow." Uraraka stopped and looked around when she heard the noise.
"Shut the hell up," hissed a louder, angrier voice. Uraraka made a 180° turn at the exact same time that Bakugou Katsuki stood up. Their eyes met.
Or, rather, their eyes would have met had Uraraka not been distracted by the small furry head beneath Bakugou's chin.
"Is that a cat?" she asked in disbelief.
"No, it's a fucking pick-up truck," he snarled. Uraraka looked up at the rain and then back at her classmate.
"You're rescuing a kitten?" Uraraka did her best not to laugh, but it was honestly just too. Another furry head poked out next to the first one.
"Mrrraow," the second kitten mewled. Uraraka stopped trying to hold in her laughter.
"You're rescuing kittens!" she shrieked, delighted. She snatched her phone and took a picture.
"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Bakugou roared. The ferocity in his voice, however, was offset by another kitten peeping out from under his hood.
"How many of those little things do you have in there?" she asked, once she'd gotten her laughter (mostly) under control.
"None of your fucking business," he snapped. Midoriya had mentioned that Bakugou got grumpy when it was raining, although Uraraka honestly couldn't tell the difference between grumpy!Bakugou and regular!Bakugou, assuming that there actually was a difference.
"No, seriously," she said. "Aren't you worried they'll fall out?"
"You sayin' I can't carry some fuckin' cats?" he demanded. Uraraka rolled her eyes - of course Bakugou would turn legitimate concern for the well-being of baby animals into a mockery of his ego.
"Actually, I was going to ask if you needed–" she stopped herself, because that really wasn't the way to get Bakugou to do anything. "I was going to ask if I could carry some too." He frowned at her, and then grunted.
"Yeah, fuck, okay," he muttered. "Whatever." He grabbed the three kittens - that is, the two peering out of his jacket as well as the one sitting on his head - and handed them over to her. He was, she noticed, being surprisingly careful.
"They're so cute~" Uraraka cooed, tucking them underneath her sweater, where at least one of them started to purr.
"It's– fuck, whatever," Bakugou grumbled. Three more kittens had scrambled up to take the places of the ones he'd given to her, and Uraraka also noticed a small furry lump on his shoulder. It was too big to be a kitten, she realized.
"What's that?" she asked, as they began their walk back to the dorms.
"Weasel," he grunted, not looking at her. Her jaw dropped.
"What, seriously?"
"Yes, seriously. It saw me grabbing these damn cats and decided it wanted a ride." Uraraka looked at it. It was rather small for a weasel, she thought. Then again, she'd never really seen one before.
"You're surprisingly good with animals," she noted.
"The hell do you mean 'surprisingly'?" Bakugou yelled. "I'm good at everything!" Uraraka snorted.
"Only if you don't include basic social skills in that 'everything'," she teased.
"Fuck you, I can be polite if I wanna." He said, turning his head away.
"The only sentence you've spoken without a single swearword throughout this entire conversation was the word 'weasel'," she told him. One of the kittens started batting at a lock of her hair, but she ignored it. "So I don't really buy that." He scowled (well, he was always scowling - he just sort of made his scowl look even more scowl-y).
"I'm fuckin' rescuing some goddamn cats; the hell do you want from me?" he muttered. She shook her head, laughing.
"By the way, I came up with an idea for your hero name!" she said suddenly.
"The hell?" He glared suspiciously at her. "Ugh, fucking fine. What?"
"King of Explodo-kitties!" she said brightly. Before he had a chance to process what she'd said, she wrapped her arms around the kittens and ran like hell.
"I WILL END YOU!" Bakugou roared, as he chased after her.
By the time they arrived in the dorms, they were both soaked to the bone, out of breath, and laughing like crazy (although Bakugou was trying to pretend that he wasn't laughing at all, but it was honestly impossible to miss). Kouda glanced nervously at them, then opened a window and peered out.
"Kouda, what're you doing?" Jirou asked, bored.
"Checking for flying pigs," the usually quiet boy told her. If it hadn't been for the kittens he was holding, Bakugou might've actually killed someone.
Well, that was his excuse, anyway.
