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She's No Angel


Chapter 7: The Things Kept Hidden Part 1

Orange…yellow…red…black…

The flames danced freely along the walls and floor, moving at their leisure as they destroyed all the things they touched.

The smell of burnt wood and smoke filled Katsuki's nose as his crimson eyes darted around for the remaining civilian. The haughty scent of the discolored air surrounding him invaded his eyes, his nose, his mouth, and it gagged him from the inside out. He couldn't catch a fucking breath even underneath his gear.

This time, the fire was not a joke. He needed to hurry before the building took on too much damage.

"Young Bakugou get out of this place at once!" Katsuki heard a familiar deep voice ringing out amongst the chaos, but he couldn't find the source anywhere.

"I can handle myself!" He yelled out, covering his mouth as he coughed. He couldn't see a damn thing in this smoke!

He refused to believe he was incapable of getting the last civilian out before the whole thing fell to shit, even though he had been ordered not to enter.

He could feel involuntary tears stinging at the corners of his lids, and blinked furiously to remain focused in the tense situation.

A loud splintering crack made his head snap upwards.

The building was going to collapse soon if he didn't move his ass.

"H-Help…me…" Bakugou could barely make out the faint image of a hand outstretched for someone to grab onto. He took in a deep breath to hold, and plunged forward into the darkened thicket of ash, praying his gear protected him from the raging inferno surrounding him as he braved the heat.

He had enough scars from rookie mistakes in his training days.

"Oi you, I've got you, so just shut your mouth and try to breath into this, got it?" He commanded sternly, picking up the limp body of the soot-stained teenager from the floor and shoving his own mask to cover the kid's face. He shrugged off his jacket to keep the boy safe from harm.

Thank fuck he'd found the last one alive.

"Y-Young Bakugou…" Bakugou whipped around to see the distorted image of his chief's broad frame through the dancing flames. His blonde hair and deep set eyes were shadowed in the bright glow of the fire and embers floating between them.

Another loud crash descended from above and Bakugou crouched to cover the victim with his own body.

After a moment of realization and panic he looked frantically to see the barrier of disheveled wood and concrete caging All Might into a corner.

The former was bleeding scarlet, his golden hair dirty and ruffled from the debris, as well as his typically undaunted expression faltering.

"So this is how it ends…" Bakugou felt a twinge of fear shoot through him at the comment that escaped from his mentor's lips.

He couldn't keep his emotions contained.

"All Might I'll get you out! Hold on dammit!" Katsuki kneeled to lay the kid on the floor and began frantically pulling away what pieces of charred fodder he could with his gloved hands.

"Shit…" he hissed as a sear of hot pain brushed his forearm.

"There's no time for that Young Bakugou, you must go and take that child with you." All Might called out in a soft yet commanding voice, and Katsuki stilled in shock as he looked up across the blinding waves of orange and yellow flames engulfing the very ground All Might was standing on.

He couldn't stop the guilt from settling into his rational thinking. The impending danger approaching the three of them laying forgotten in Bakugou's surge of feelings.

"This is…this is my fault! I'll get you out!" he pleaded desperately, his tough façade crumbling much like the bricks and mortar around him as the reality of the present situation sunk in. A cold chill began spreading through Katsuki's bones, chilling him to the core as his mentor stretched out his hand, fingers clenched in a fist. The malicious sear of the fire on his bare skin not seeming to bother the man.

The stinging tears continued to surge down Bakugou's soot-covered cheeks as he looked on helplessly.

A smile spread across All Might's features as his chief postured bravely, the attitude of which Katsuki admired so deeply showing clearly through the fire.

"Young Bakugou…do not let this be a hindrance to you…" All Might said firmly, yet Katsuki remained unable to move. He couldn't possibly tear his eyes away.

"I'M NOT READY!" he screamed, voice cracking like the splintering wood beneath him, he clutched the unconscious teen close to him as he stood up trembling, his blonde brows knitting in fueled anger.

"Young Bakugou…you still have so much room to grow!" All Might called out proudly, smile still set in stone on the man's cheeks. As another crash of descending debris shook the very foundation Katsuki stood upon, the moment between All Might's previous statement and his last words seemed to stretch out in slow motion. Every detail of the image being burned into his memory. Branded on the back of his lids like a mark.

"It is time, go now, save that boy." Katsuki shuddered, lips quivering as the image of the man he held in the highest regard stood defeated…all because of him. Because of his pride and weakness.

"GO!" Katsuki ground his teeth together, and bolted from the scene in a flurry of tears and grit.

When he finally made it out of the building, he heard the deafening sound of the bricks and beams splitting the cool air as the complex leveled to the ground.

Katsuki turned to witness the calamity of the disaster.

"No…" he sank down once again, jaw slack, and eyes wide with fear.

This was all his fault…if he hadn't rushed in despite All Might's orders…this wouldn't have happened…

All might would still be alive…

Darkness swept over the scene, and suddenly Katsuki was floating in the middle of blackness, a deep seeded emptiness overcoming the sensations of fear and anger in his veins.

He was nothing.

Much like that building and All Might…nothing now…

The void of blackness continued to cloud his eyes as he sank down further and further in the hole, his lids felt heavy and tired.

He didn't have the strength to fight back now…

"Kat…su…ki…"

Who was calling his name?

Was there someone else in this place too, who could possibly understand this all-consuming grief he was surrounded by?

"Katsuki!"


"Ack!" Bakugou shot upright, chest heaving up and down rapidly as he looked around the room in a frenzied state. He felt the sticky feeling of cold sweat across his forehead, and leaned over in shock his nerves calming slowly.

It was just a dream...he thought drearily.

He closed his eyes again, moving towards the edge of his bed until his bare feet hit the cool hardwood of the floor. He held out his left arm and traced the groove of a shallow scar where he remembered the burn of the fire from when he had torn away at the shrapnel blocking him from All Might.

Opening them once again he sighed, the empty feeling from his dream still ebbing away at him.

He begrudgingly stood up, and groaned throatily as he heard his bones clicking into place as his muscles stretched after lying still for so long. He nudged the door to his bedroom open with his shoulder and headed for the kitchen to begin the coffee grinder and breakfast.

This kind of occurrence, where he couldn't sleep until a reasonable hour happened often. More often than he preferred, or cared to admit.

When Kirishima had lived in his home, the red-head was always been so worried about the bad habit he had developed, and insisted Bakugou go to a doctor, among other kinds of health practices.

Shitty Hair never pushed it though, past a certain point, his friend knew there was no chance Bakugou would ever allow himself such a coddling luxury.

He deserved the numbness that dulled his sharp and fiery personality.

Kirishima's distress had done little to convince him otherwise. Losing sleep was the least of his worries nowadays anyway.

"Bakugou? The hell is wrong with your face?" Bakugou glared in the direction of a shrill pinging voice, and rubbed his eyes harshly to clear his fogged vision.

He made out the curvaceous form of Ochako curled on the edge of the couch, her hair tied up in a messy array of brown strands.

He felt his chest start to stutter at the sight, a pang of curiosity shot through his apathetic being.

"Why the hell are you awake Uraraka?" he demanded raggedly, focusing solely on his goal of caffeine, and forcing himself to turn away from the woman.

He didn't receive a reply, but he could feel the intensity of her stare from across the room. Her silence was a typical reaction, and irritating as usual.

He had come to realize in their recent interactions with each other, that they knew very little about one another.

Aside from a few random drabbles of her trauma being uncovered, Uraraka was a mystery.

Her relationship with Deku…the incident that had led to her ending her short career…even her simple likes and dislikes; he knew none of it.

It was odd though…that that fact bothered him.

The familiar whirring sound of the grinder tearing through beans filled the quiet atmosphere, followed soon by the aromatic bitter-sweet scent of the beverage brewing.

Once he'd poured his mug to his liking, and his mood simmered considerably with the ease of the hot drink slipping down his cracked throat, he attempted to engage the brunette again.

"Uraraka." He called out, his voice still rugged.

The brunette tilted her head back slightly, several untucked strands cascading over her brow as she eyed him from her perched position on the couch. Her hazel eyes looked alarmingly sharp, as if she'd been on high alert for hours. But her expression remained neutral…unmoved…like a statue.

"Seriously cheeks, wanna tell me why you're up at this hour? You should go back to sleep, you're already cranky enough as it is on your good days." Bakugou teased light-heartedly, and Uraraka only glared at him in response, her silent treatment continuing.

He rolled his eyes and massaged the stiff muscles of his neck, padding towards her position.

He realized she wasn't fully clothed and was confused by his apparent…excitement.

He felt disgusting as his eyes unwilfully ran over the glowing porcelain of her thighs, and trailed up the loose button down on her top.

She hadn't been expecting his presence…usually she was completely covered up, neck to toe.

He shook his head, reminding himself of their status and her questionable history with advancing men.

He couldn't completely kill his attraction to her, however, he would shove it aside for the sake of his random intrigue by her past.

She'd never let him anywhere near her if she thought for a second he was going to try something.

After a few peaceful beats, a small almost indistinguishable question surfaced, pulling Katsuki out of his own contemplation.

"…why are you awake?..." Katsuki raised his brow, it wasn't often Uraraka really asked him much. He chalked it up to her iron clad self-defense, but she never seemed to care much about anything except what other peoples' hidden intentions were.

Bakugou cleared his throat, taking another sip from his mug.

"Bad dreams." He offered cautiously, and watched observantly as her hazel eyes widened a sliver, but then as soon as the reaction had come it disappeared.

After another few moments of awkward silence, Bakugou turned to walk back towards his fridge, set on looking at the calendar he kept magnetized on it.

He clenched his jaw in irritation, remembering the bastard Aizawa's order for him to take some fucking time off to 'clear his head'…fucking bastard.

He saw a roughly scribbled event for the day and groaned audibly once again, looking back towards Ochako, who was oddly interested in his actions; seeing as she was peering over the dge of the couch, eyes zeroed in on his face.

"Shit Uraraka…you don't have to ogle me so damn early in the morning. If you want something say so." He huffed, but she only narrowed her eyes, not breaking her nonchalance at his taunting words.

He looked back to the calendar, frowning.

Tonight he had promised Kirishima and Pikachu…among others that he would go out with them drinking…or whatever else the idiot had planned.

But…

He glanced at the girl lazing over his furniture with apprehension, what would she do?

He sighed once again and retreated to take a shower…wanting to contemplate the matter in the sanctity of his bathroom where her piercing eyes couldn't see.


Once Uraraka heard the swish of the shower head coming on, she hopped up off the couch, pulling the flimsy button-down around her figure tightly.

How embarrassing! She thought to herself, lips pursed as she scampered towards the refrigerator. She hadn't thought she would see the damn bonehead so early in the morning, other wise she wouldn't have paraded around in HIS shirt of all things.

She eyed the scribbled note for the present date, analyzing the letters carefully.

It read: Drinks and shit with Kirishima.

Uraraka smirked at the amusing wording Bakugou had used in his planner.

She heard the familiar sound of dripping water cease and shot towards her bedroom before the bathroom door opened, shutting her own fervently.

She let out a breath of relief that he hadn't caught her, and went to put on normal clothing so she wouldn't feel so exposed.

She frowned, sliding a pair of jeans over her legs.

If Bakugou was gone again…would she be left alone?

Not that she wasn't used to being on her own after all…but recently she had, regrettably, felt a degree of ease knowing that someone else was around her.

His commanding attitude certainly kept her mind busy and distracted from unpleasant thoughts.

It was a strange relief.

But she knew she was still just an ill-formed acquaintance to Bakugou now, even though they'd gone to high school together.

You couldn't just walk back into someone's life after half a decade and expect to be buddy buddy. She hadn't asked…but she didn't know the first thing about his life outside of what he did for a living.

Why did he let her live here again?

Was that what she wanted with him? Friendship?

Did she really believe he wouldn't hurt her? Was that why his specific as hell scent made it easier to sleep without nightmares…and why she kept hoarding his clothes when she went to bed?

She slapped her cheeks hard, redness imprinting on her pale skin in the mirror.

It was dumb to believe he wouldn't eventually betray her, all men wanted one thing.

She knew that better than anyone.

She shouldn't care if Bakugou wasn't home, she DIDN'T care, he had never been the type to invite people to tag along after him anyway.

And she honestly, should probably have been grateful he was going to leave her behind anyway.

She would absolutely be safe that way, no threat of sneak attacks or anymore…of Bakugou's strange touches that were alarmingly…NOT alarming.

'…haven't you suffered enough already?...'

Her eyes lowered as she looked over herself in the mirror, she traced the scars on her wrists, had she been through enough?

Was it okay to allow herself to admit that she felt safe around someone?

If Bakugou was near her…she felt okay with going out sober in public.

Even if it never went beyond being friendly…or even just easy-to-talk-to roomates…that was enough right?

It was enough to think she had some connection to another soul…but she didn't really understand what Bakugou…IF Bakugou wanted anything like that with her.

Did he even consider her a friend?

Would he be okay if he could never get beyond friendship with her?

Don't fool yourself Ochako…as if he would ever see you as more than used goods and sloppy seconds anyway…would do you think you are? Some goddess?

She thought bitterly, reminding herself of her place in the pecking order. Other men had made sure she knew that she was no good for anyone anymore.

Heck…Deku had all but convinced her their whispered threats were a reality.

Deku couldn't stick through her stormy change in temperament and her physical condition…and there had been a time when Ochako had believed that Deku could do anything.

Deku was almost like…like a hero to her once.

But now, he'd almost played like a villain in her story.

Heroes and villains be damned…no one was coming to her rescue in this world.

There was a reason those stories remained in comic books and anime…because they were fictional.

People who swore to love and protect you…in reality leave when real shit hit the fan. Villain's aren't always stopped in the brink of time.

And the damsel in distress isn't always saved by the love of her life.

No Ochako's 'lover' had left her crying and alone all those years ago…since then she knew now that she never let her heart get so broken down again.

That's why she built a barrier, that's why most people without the balls to try were warded off by her defenses.

Katsuki had always been a brute, a force of nature, with explosive tendencies. She wasn't necessarily surprised that he had decided he wasn't afraid of her scare tactics.

What kept her reeling in confusion was the almost paradoxical gentleness he handled her with in emotional crisis.

Bakugou was not gentle…that just…that wasn't his M.O.

An image of his concerned expression flashed across her orbs, she recalled the warmth of his soft touch on her neck and his deep voice in her ear.

'Uraraka, I can't change anything…I can't take back what those bastards did to you…'

Idiot…She thought. Why did he even say that?

He said it like he meant it, like he really was mad that someone had touched her like that…hurt her like that…even though he didn't hardly know a thing about her now…

Why did that simple gesture and statement make her heart feel like it was going to swell?

"Ugh." She ran her hands through her tangled hair and trudged out of her bedroom, needing some air.

This kind of thinking was exactly why she used to drink.


"Seriously Bakugou? Wait dude…you're asking?" Kirishima's excited tone grated on Bakugou's ears as he listened to the red-head gasp incredulously at his request.

"Tch." Bakugou grimaced and leaned back against the wall beside the front door.

"Yes you fucking moron. Look, I don't want to leave Uraraka alone, but if I invite her she'll…I don't know she'll think it's fucking weird or something. She'll say no, and I can't have that okay?" He roused hastily, running his free hand through his hair roughly, tugging the spikes in a nervous tick.

"No, I got that part…it's just…"

"It's just what?" he growled, eyes narrowing dangerously.

"It's just you don't normally do this kind of thing for someone. It's nice is all…real considerate of you bro."

"WHO SAID I CAN'T BE NICE AND CONSIDERATE HAH, YOU WANNA DIE SHITTY HAIR!?" Bakugou bellowed into the phone.

"Calm down, man! I didn't say that, besides it's not like the girls will be angry, they still love her just as much as they did a few years ago. Mina is going to be so happy, I'll make it happen!" The blonde's angry expression softened slightly at his friend's promise.

"…thanks…" He mumbled quietly.

"What was that?!"

Click.

Bakugou ended the call before Kirishima got all sappy, and re-entered his home to find Uraraka.

He couldn't convince Kirishima that he didn't have time to go out now that fucking Aizawa had basically ordered him under house arrest, and that damn Icy-Hot knew about the leave he was taking as well.

So, in an effort to appease his fucking spinning out of control mind, thanks to a certain enraging brown-eyed woman, he had asked Kirishima if it would be possible for ONLY Mina to come to his house, instead of the entire gang of females his friends called lovers.

He didn't like the thought of Uraraka being by herself when there was a potential chance, he wouldn't be home sober that night.

He didn't really trust her judgement, or mental stability either.

Afterall she had basically slow-cooked herself in a shower the last time he'd left for an extended period of time.

The memory of her aggravated skin in his hands flashed across his mind.

He scanned the living room warily, but caught sight of the woman standing outside on the porch, sunbathing like a cat in the light.

He knocked briefly on the glass door, to avoid surprising her, and when she turned to acknowledge his presence, he slid the door behind him, back against the clear glass, keeping a safe distance between them so she wouldn't feel overwhelmed.

He wondered briefly, recalling some of their previous 'deep' moments if Ochako minded if he came near to her.

He definitely wanted to be closer to her…he liked the way it felt to hold her in his arms.

He'd never really felt that weird…tingly feeling with another girl.

Pulling away from the dangerous territory his mind was headed toward, Bakugou instead focused on Uraraka's visible side profile.

Something was troubling her…it was written clearly all over her face. She never had been great at lying anyway.

"What?" she whispered, absentmindedly chewing her bottom lip. He watched, mesmerized as she leaned down to rest on her elbows on the ledge of the balcony.

He took in the sight of the wind streaking through her long hair, caught by the urge to pull her away from that ledge. He didn't want to picture her ever on that precipice.

"Tonight, I'm going out with Kirishima and the other dorks." He stated matter-of-factly, his voice void of its normal menace, and nearly robotic.

"That so? By dorks I assume you mean Kaminari, Sero, and maybe Todoroki, right?" she responded half-heartedly, looking far off in the distance.

Fuck she was goddamn gorgeous.

"Yeah…and Deku." He saw her tense at the mention of the nerd's name, her shoulders rising slightly, but he didn't want to tempt fate further by pressing the issue before he told her about the other minute detail he'd set in place.

"Why're you telling me this?" she asked, there was an odd way her words were tinged. As if there was some unspoken double-meaning behind her question.

"Since those fools all went and got married…or engaged or some shit, their women usually hang out at someone's house when we all go out together…" Uraraka pulled away from the railing much to Katsuki's relief, but it was soon replaced by regret when he took in her angry expression.

Her brows were dipped low and her brown orbs swimming in something like a tornado of hatred. He'd never seen her look so…ferocious.

"Asui is coming here?" she hissed, venom lacing into each syllable of the frog's name. That was Deku's woman.

"No... not this time." He admitted reluctantly, itching to ask why that bothered her so damn much. She was fucking furious at him, and for inexplicable reasons.

"Tonight, it's just going to be Mina, that a problem?" he asked, his stance rigid.

"That a problem? You're asking me that now as if you give a care whether or not I'm okay with it." She spat mockingly, Katsuki felt the sudden urge to hit something.

"If you're going to act so high and mighty cheeks, why don't you give me one damn reason why I shouldn't let them all come here, including Deku's woman." He barked back, his temper flaring.

She spun around to face him head on, the hurt look in her eyes piercing him.

"Why should I Bakugou? Why should I tell you a damn thing about my life? You think you deserve it just because you said a few nice things to me? You think I should tell you about me and Deku just because you fucking asked? Well guess what buddy, I don't owe you anything." her bitter words enticed him to scream, to lash out, to attack. But he bit back his tongue in spite of his feelings, breathing heavily instead to calm himself. He was so frustrated at her stubborn mannerisms that he wanted to pull his hair out strand by strand.

What had happened to the vulnerable and open Ochako from a few days prior? The one who couldn't stand it when he didn't pester her for more information?

Who the hell was giving him the silent treatment now? All over shitty Deku?

After a few tense beats of deadlock staring contest, Uraraka looked away from him clicking her tongue sharply.

"Get out of my way." She growled as she shoved past him into the house's living room.

He grit his teeth together painfully hard when he heard a loud bang from inside.

"Fucking hell!" he shouted angrily, resisting the impulse to sink his fist into the wall.

Looks like whatever progress he'd thought he'd made with Uraraka had just crumbled right in front of his face.

Maybe giving her some space without him in it wasn't such a bad idea after all.


"Bakugou! Open up! Me and Kiri have arrived to steal you away!" Bakugou groaned at the overly cheerful voice ringing on the other side of his door. He made a move to go to it when he paused, looking down the hallway corridor.

Things had been…complicated.

Ochako hadn't come out of her room since they'd spoken earlier that day. It had been hours since he'd last laid eyes on her, but he didn't go into her room for fear of only making her more upset than she already was.

"Tsk." He swung open the door handle and was instantly bombarded with a flurry of hugs and compliments from Mina and Kirishima.

His temper bubbled as he wordlessly shoved them off his body.

"Fucktards, since when did I say you two could touch me as you please…ha?" he stared down at the pinkette, using all of his willpower to burn his rage into her through his glare, but she bounced it off and flicked him in the forehead instead, skipping away just in time as Kirishima secured the blonde from full-blown rampaging on his fiancée.

"Calm down Bakugou! Besides tonight is just for us guys anyway, Mina has been dying to see you for awhile since you've been cooped up in here. Humor her for once will you?" Katsuki twisted out of his friend's arms and straightened his shirt.

"Don't tell me what to do Shitty Hair." He mumbled, stalking after Mina, a headache beginning to form in his temple.

"Hm I guess we're the first one's here. Oh!" Mina started noting, turning back to face the two men looking after her.

"Where's Ochako? Isn't she living here with you now? I have so many questions to ask her…tehehe…" Katsuki felt a vein bulge in his neck from the sinister demon-esque glint in Ashido's blackened orbs.

He took a step forward, until he loomed over the spry female.

"It ain't like that Alien, so don't go and make her feel like I'm trying to start something I'm not." He ended the sentence deeply, almost like a growl from the back of his throat. His posture was rigid and his attitude unnervingly calm.

Mina knew too well from Kirishima, that type of reaction meant Katsuki was dead serious about what he had said. She'd been warned never to cross him when he talked like this...ever. Even so, she couldn't help but mess with the little explosion-prone prince just a little bit.

"What? What were you thinking I was going to ask her you perv?" she snickered deviously at the flush that crossed Bakugou's features, and then continued her search for the missing girl she'd been hell-bent on reconnecting with since the day Kiri had told her Ochako had moved into Bakugou's in his stead.

"Hey Mina." Ashido froze at the sudden sound from her lover. She turned to look back innocently towards him and took into account the cross of his arms over his chest, and the nervous look on his typically carefree face.

"Hmm?" she responded, padding over to the red-head in confusion.

She stiffened in surprise when she felt Kirishima's lips brush against the shell of her outer ear, ruffling her pink curls softly with his nose.

"Mina, take it easy with Uraraka. I told you she has some pretty serious trust issues, this'll probably be a lot for her tonight. I just don't want you to be disappointed love." He cooed sweetly, his hands just barely laced around her waist.

She shifted to plant a chaste kiss on his unsuspecting lips and then leaned back, her arms snuggly hung around his neck.

"Ei, don't you know me at all?" she murmured teasingly, her tone dripping with sincerity as Kirishima's cheeks turned the color of his hair.

"Hey, love-birds knock it off. I'm going to get Uraraka…behave." Mina and Kirishima both fell into a fit of giggles as the blonde stalked back towards the bedrooms with a foul air trailing behind him.

"Yes, dad!" they called mockingly before composing themselves and discussing what the night held in store for each of them.

Katsuki stood outside the door to what was now Ochako's bedroom hesitantly. He wasn't really sure what the inside of it looked like now, she'd been redecorating it to her liking, but she always kept the door closed, and he felt she'd see him waltzing in without warning as an affront to her privacy.

His brow furrowed and he rasped his knuckles on the door gently.

"Hey Uraraka…people are starting to show up…" he spoke just loud enough for her to hear through the door, certain the two bone-heads in the kitchen would be eavesdropping.

He got no response from her.

He knocked once again.

"Uraraka can I come inside?" he asked cautiously.

Katsuki sighed when once again there was no response and moved to turn the handle when he felt it jolt suddenly from the other side, blocking his entry.

"I heard you idiot! You can go now! I'm fine, just go…" her words were slightly muffled through the door, but Bakugou detected a hint of weepiness in her tone despite the barrier.

So, he'd managed to make her cry once again in a span of a week. He sighed, tugging at his blonde hair again.

"Are you still there moron? I said go!" she shouted at him, more persistently than before.

"I don't know if I'll come home tonight. Mina is probably going to stay over…" he continued, his tone softer in pitch than he used with anyone else.

He placed a large palm against the flat surface of the painted wood, and waited for a few more moments.

"Alright then." He whispered. Despising how disappointed he sounded, and he knew begrudgingly that the only one who seemed to put his own pride low on his list of priorities was the very woman hidden behind that damned bedroom door.

Making good on his word, Bakugou walked away and headed for the living area once more, he noticed the awe-stricken expressions on Ashido and Kirishima's faces instantly.

"The hell is wrong with you two?" he spat, and went to open the door once the doorbell sounded again, brushing past the couple with a melancholic look on his normally proud features.

"Ei…I've never heard Bakugou talk like that before…" Mina whispered to her fiancée as Bakugou offered his own peculiar form of a greeting to Kaminari.

Mina studied Kirishima's face, scanning for clues but could only make out the swirl of concern in his eyes.

"Yeah…I haven't seen…this from him before…" Ashido's golden eyes widened at that, she was puzzled by just what kind of relationship Bakugou and Ochako had. If Bakugou was acting in ways that even Kirishima didn't understand…what could that mean?

What kind of person could make Bakugou so…docile?

"Ahhh Kiri!"

"Kami!"

Bakugou lurched in mock motions to vomit as the two men hugged each other passionately. They began launching into accounts of their lives like they were a couple as Bakugou laid to the wayside, back to the wall.

Mina kept a close watch on him, aware of the constant swivel of his head to look down the hallway where Ochako's bedroom lied.

He looked perturbed to say the least.

She would definitely do her best to find just what kinds of things took place in the home when no one else was around. She was more curious than ever to learn just what kind of changes had happened to her classmate in the last half decade.

Who was Uraraka now?


A/N: Hey hey! It's been awhile! I'm sorry if this update seemed a little lackluster. But this chapter is a buildup to the next (1 or 2) chapters depending on how much I end up writing for the next few scenes to this portion of the story. Please bear with me! Let me know your thoughts below!