Uraraka woke up long before Mina. The sun was hardly peeking over the skyline when she stumbled out of bed with a gnarly hangover.
Her first order of business was getting a glass of water for herself and setting one on the bedside table for Mina to wake up to. The second was a really long shower. She took the time to treat herself, shaving her legs and enjoying the hot water. It helped ease her aching mind and tired body.
As she exited the bathroom donning jean shorts and a tank top, she saw that Mina was still snoring into the pillows. The brunette quietly cleaned up their mess of bottles and glasses from the floor and let her friend continue resting. It had been a fun night and they had probably drank more than they really needed to. Uraraka's headache was a testament to that.
She had just finished eating breakfast when there was a knock on her door. It was still pretty early, so her curiosity got the better of her as she went to open her door. However, the person on the other side was the last person she expected to see. "Bakugo?"
The blonde looked completely irritated as he stood outside her apartment, the morning sun glinting in his eyes. "Fuck this," He muttered under his breath.
"What are you doing here?" She immediately asked, gripping her door handle tightly.
He closed his eyes for a moment before gruffly sighing, "You going to invite me in or what, roundface?"
She furrowed her eyebrows and hesitated, "That depends."
"For fuck sake," He growled and clenched his fists, "Do not make this harder than it already is."
She stayed still for another moment before slowly opening the door to allow him entry to her apartment. He swiftly stepped past her and found himself in her living room. She closed the door behind them as he looked around at the aging furniture and thrift store decor.
"Figures," He grunted, "Your place is exactly how I figured it."
"Is that an insult or a compliment?" She asked as she finally turned around. "And what are you doing here?"
He rolled his eyes and faced her, "It's neither. And I'm here to…" He felt the words hitch in his throat. Shit, this was going to be a lot harder than he thought.
She raised her eyebrows questioningly, urging him to continue.
"Fuck," He spat and groaned inwardly. "Get your shit. I'm buying you breakfast."
The was a silent atmosphere as she fought with herself. What was going on? Why was he really here? Bakugo didn't treat anyone to anything, so this was particularly confusing.
"Don't just stand there looking like a dumbass," Bakugo raised his voice. "Hurry the hell up and get your shit!"
Her first response was to stare at him with a dumb look of surprise. Her second was to look over at her kitchen counter where her empty breakfast dish was. "I, uh…"
He followed her gaze and grumbled something incoherent. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." He finally said and ran a hand through his blonde spikes.
"I didn't know you were coming!" She defended herself. "What is even going on?"
He took a deep breath and seemed to work up his nerve. "I was here to fucking apologize to you, dipshit."
Her expression was completely shocked, "What?"
"I acted like an ass, okay?" Bakugo looked away, fighting with his pride. "I shouldn't have told you that Deku was dragging you down."
She blushed a little at his words, "Bakugo, you didn't have to-"
"Yes, I fuckin' did." He silenced her with his firm tone. "Kirishima gave me a goddamn earful about it, so I just…" He trailed off and grit his teeth.
She shuffled awkwardly in her place before slowly walking toward him. "I appreciate it, Bakugo. I forgive you."
He seemed bewildered by her forgiveness and he snapped his eyes over to her. She was smiling at him with that dumbass grin and he hadn't noticed that she'd walked straight up to stand beside him. He felt himself become subdued under her sweetly beaming face. If he thought that the words in his throat were caught before, they were far more stuck now. "You… So that's it?"
"Well," She didn't break her smile, "I would have liked a free breakfast but I already ate."
He was still frozen under her smile and he could feel his heartbeat picking up speed. What on earth was this feeling? Half of him wanted to stay pinned underneath her smile and the other half wanted to touch her. It was foreign and absolutely terrifying. It wasn't another moment before it finally dawned on him; he was feeling weak.
"We could always rain check on it, though." Uraraka turned away from him, unknowingly freeing him from her silent hold. "Tell you what," She padded over to her kitchen to continue cleaning up her breakfast, "You can make it up to me with dinner instead. What do you like to eat?"
"Curry," The answer was automatic and he was thankful for the muscle memory. He used the moment to recollect himself and refocus on the conversation at hand.
She placed her dirty dish in the sink and ran water over it as she answered, "Curry it is."
How was she so calm right now? He wondered this as he sauntered over to stand across the counter. "Fine. I'm not taking you anywhere fancy, though."
"I doubted that," She quipped and shut the water off. "But curry is curry, right?"
"Whatever," He cursed under his breath and looked back toward the door. "I'll be back at five." He moved to exit her apartment and she watched him as he did so. "Do me a favor and don't be fucking late."
She couldn't help but giggle a little as he closed the door behind him, "Wouldn't dream of it."
"That was hella weird," Mina's voice broke Uraraka away from smiling to herself.
Uraraka's eyes snapped toward her bedroom door. Mina peeked around it cautiously and verified that Bakugo was gone. She practically skipped into the kitchen, a wild grin on her face.
"I thought you were still asleep," Uraraka's smile had disappeared completely.
"I was," Mina grabbed an apple from Uraraka's fruit basket and sat on a barstool, "But Bakugo's yelling could wake the devil in hell."
The brunette wasn't sure what to say about what her friend has just witnessed. It was like she'd been caught red-handed. "Yeah well, it certainly didn't help my hangover either."
"So," Mina passed the apple between her hands slyly, "What's going on with you and explosion face?"
"Uh," Uraraka cleared her throat and tried to busy herself with cleaning her kitchen counters, "He just came to say he was sorry."
Mina grinned greedily, "Bakugo saying he's sorry? I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it with my own two eyes. Breakfast too? That's just crazy. I still don't believe it."
"He's just…" Uraraka scrambled for an explanation.
"How does he know where you live?" Mina suddenly asked, taking a gratifying bite out of the fruit.
This was going to be much more difficult to explain, "He walked me home last weekend." She knew she wouldn't be able to cover this up with a lie.
Mina nearly choked, "What?" She hurriedly swallowed the bite. "Like, after the bar?"
"Yeah," Uraraka shrugged. "It's not that big of a deal." She hoped that would be explanation enough as she scrubbed at her countertop.
"Oh my gosh," Mina leaned back in her stool and threw her hands out, "How did you keep this from me?"
Uraraka's eyes widened with surprise at her friend's bewilderment, "Well, you never asked so…"
"This is insane," Mina muttered and shook her head. "Bakugo being a gentleman? Saying he's sorry and offering to buy you a meal? This is much more serious than I thought…"
Uraraka stopped her mindless cleaning to watch Mina settle this in her mind. "Yeah, Bakugo's really not that bad once you get to know him."
"Pfft," Mina scoffed and shook her head much harder. "No, trust me when I say that Bakugo is that bad. This all can only mean one thing."
"What are you going on about now, Mina?" Uraraka felt an unease growing her gut. She hadn't seen Mina like this before.
The pink girl jumped out of her seat, abandoning her breakfast fruit. "I have to go."
"Go where?" Uraraka fumbled out as she watched the other girl scramble for her shoes and purse. "Hey, are you listening?"
Mina ran up and hugged Uraraka before she pulled on her shoes. "I'll be back later. Just… Don't go anywhere before I get back, okay?"
"Wait, where are you going?" Uraraka asked helplessly as Mina waved a farewell and ran out the door. Before she knew it, she was alone in her apartment wondering how her morning had ended up like this.
Kirishima was leaving the gym when his phone buzzed with an urgent text message. He was surprised to see Mina's name pop up.
'Kirishima! Meet me at my apartment asap! This is life or death. Code red!'
He felt his heart leap to his throat at the text's pressing tone. In his state of worry, he opted not to respond but instead take off running toward Mina's place. A million scenarios ran through his mind as he sprinted through the morning crowds. Was she in trouble? Was she hurt? It was such a cryptic text that he couldn't keep himself from worrying.
Her apartment building couldn't have come into sight any sooner and he booked it up the stairs to her door. Just as he was about to burst through it, she swung it open, grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him inside. "Took you long enough!" She quipped and slammed the door behind them. "What, did you stop for coffee on the way?"
"What's going on?" Kirishima looked around the apartment for any signs of danger. "Are you okay?"
Mina fell over the top of her couch to lay on it and waved her hands at him, "Chill! It isn't what you think."
Kirishima was beside himself at her calmness. "Why did you send me such a vague message? I ran the entire way here!"
"And you still didn't get here fast enough," Mina frowned and pointed at the sofa across from hers. "Now shut up and sit down. We don't have a lot of time."
The red-head stared at her for another minute, unsure what to think. He slowly went to sit on the sofa opposite to her's and opened his hands as if to say, 'Well?'
She sat up and narrowed her eyes at him, "What have you been keeping from me, Kirishima?"
"Keeping from you?" He asked dumbly and frowned. "You made me sprint here so you could interrogate me? I'm not keeping anything from you."
"Liar!" She pointed an accusing finger at him. "I was at Uraraka's apartment this morning and can you guess who showed up? Bakugo."
"So?" Kirishima shrugged. "How the hell was I supposed to know he'd be there? I'm not his damn keeper."
"But," Mina withdrew her accusing finger and pointed it at the ceiling knowingly, "You are that bastard's one and only friend."
Kirishima narrowed his eyes at the girl across from him, "What are you getting at, Mina?"
"Don't pretend you don't know, Kirishima." She squinted back at him. "That explody-face asshole showed up to apologize to Uraraka. Yes, you heard that right. He apologized!"
Kirishima looked away and hummed before he clasped his hands and leaned back against the couch cushions. "Well that's good. I told him to do that."
"I know you did," Mina held her frown. "I have to ask though, did you tell him to buy her some food too?"
This caught the red-head by surprise. "What?"
Mina smiled a little as she shared the news, "Yeah, he was going to take her to breakfast. The only thing that jerk was missing were flowers."
Kirishima sat upright and looked at her skeptically, "Bullshit."
"Like I would lie about that," Mina shrugged with a sense of entitlement. "It was like seeing a unicorn. So I'll ask you again, Kirishima. What are you not telling me?"
"For fuck sake, Mina." Kirishima shrugged dramatically. "What do you want me to say? Clearly, you know more than I do."
She kicked her legs off the couch and planted them on the floor. She leaned forward to stare at him, narrowing her eyes. "Don't lie to me about this. Does that hot-headed bastard have a crush on sweet little Uraraka?"
Kirishima groaned and regretted coming here at all. "If he does, do you really think Bakugo would tell me?"
"He shouldn't have to, dummy." She didn't budge from her observant pose. "You should just be able to tell."
"Well shit, Mina." Kirishima shrugged. "He might. Bakguo hasn't told me anything and he's not exactly open about his feelings, you know?" The last thing the red-head wanted to do right now was betray his best friend but he was in a really tight spot. Mina was only asking questions she already knew the answers to. There was no point in lying.
Mina broke out into a satisfying grin, "He does know that she's dating Deku, right?"
"Of course he does," Kirishima shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I doubt he'd even try to make a real move on her, so I'm not worried about it. It's kinda shitty though… I've been trying to help him get a girlfriend for years and the first girl he might like is dating his mortal enemy."
Mina released an amused sigh and spoke without thinking, "Well, we'll see how much longer that lasts."
Kirishima's ears perked at this new piece of information. "Wait a minute," He tilted his head at her. "The real question here is what are you not telling me?"
She clamped her mouth shut and shook her head. "I shouldn't have said that."
"No, it's too late for that now, Mina." Kirishima smirked at her disposition. "Spill it."
"I can't," She shook her head. "It is not my place to say. Uraraka told me about it in confidence."
Kirishima suddenly stood up and sauntered over to where she was sitting, "Then just tell it to me in confidence."
"I am not helping you set up your asshole friend with my sweet one," She gave him an intense look as he leaned down over her. "You won't get it out of me."
"I can try," He muttered as he met her defiant gaze.
She was thankful that her skin tone hid the blush on her face. "I don't think Bakugo is right for her."
"I disagree," Kirishima quickly withdrew and leaned back on his heels. "I don't think Deku is making her happy. At least, that's how Bakugo made it sound."
"But then he was a gigantic ass to her," Mina pointed out with a pout.
Kirishima smirked back, "Yeah, but he apologized, right?"
"If you could even call it an apology," Mina shrugged. "He mostly just yelled at her. I'm surprised that she agreed to let him take her out tonight."
The red-head's jaw dropped, "Damn, Mina. What else are you hiding?"
"Shut up, Kirishima!" She playfully made a move to attack him but withdrew at the last moment. "Now you know why I called a code red."
"I think I'm winning now," Kirishima grinned boyishly. "So what's this about them going out tonight?"
Mina pouted at his smirk, "Isn't it obvious? I'm going to need your help spying on them."
"Spying on Bakugo? My best friend? He'd kill me if he found us out." Kirishima liked where this was going. "Count me in."
Mina had blasted back into Uraraka's apartment a few hours ago. She'd been there and gone in a whirlwind, but the brunette hadn't missed Mina's message.
"I think this is a really bad idea," Mina had confessed while she gave the brunette's eyes another layer of eyeshadow.
"Why?" Uraraka asked pointedly and checked her eyes in the mirror. "It's just dinner."
Mina fluffed Uraraka's hair and shrugged, "Aren't you worried about what Deku will think?"
Uraraka laughed a little and shook her head, "Why would I be? This is Bakugo we're talking about."
"I know," Mina frowned and met Uraraka's eyes in the mirror. "That's why I'm asking."
The brunette shrugged and left the bathroom, "I'm not worried about it. It's just dinner between friends."
"Are you sure?" Mina asked hesitantly and followed the brunette into the bedroom.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Uraraka's blank face gave the impression that she hadn't caught onto Mina's suggestion.
The pink girl shook her head, "Nevermind. Just promise me that you'll call if you need to leave, okay?"
"Don't worry," Uraraka smiled and hugged her friend. "I'm just going for the free food."
Looking back on the conversation now, Uraraka knew that Mina was concerned about her. It had felt like there was something more that Mina wanted to say, but had decided against it. However, the brunette was trying not to dwell on it.
It was nearly five now and Uraraka felt somewhat nervous. She fidgeted with her hands as she checked herself in the mirror. She didn't get to go out often, so she wasn't sure how to dress. She had chosen to wear a nice pair of jeans and a flowy pink top that had sheer ruffles along the neckline. She supposed it was cute, but couldn't shake the feeling that it felt juvenile.
She slipped on some sandals and exited her apartment a minute before five. She descended the stairs from her third story loft and spotted spiky blonde hair on the street below.
He frowned as she reached the street and observed her outfit, "That's what you're wearing?"
She was taken aback and stared down at her clothes, "What? Was I supposed to wear something else?"
"Tch," He rolled his eyes and began walking. "Whatever, roundface. It's too late now."
She shook her head slightly and trotted behind him, "What's wrong with my outfit?"
"Nothing," He spat. "Let's just get this over with." He forced himself not to look back at her. Truthfully, there wasn't anything wrong with her outfit. He just couldn't see past the fact that it was so… Uraraka. It figures that she'd wear the most modest getup she could find. In fact, he was sure that she didn't own a single item of clothing that didn't leave everything to the imagination.
"Well at least I tried," She fell into step beside him. "You're wearing the same thing you had on this morning."
He resisted the urge to check his own look. A light grey v-neck and black jeans was his usual style and it had always worked for him. He'd never heard a complaint about it until now. "Does it fucking matter? I said to forget about it."
"Fine," She quipped and looked away. "Where are we going?"
"Do we have to talk?" Bakugo rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets.
She pouted to herself and sighed, "You're the one that's supposed to be making it up to me, remember?"
"Don't make me change my damn mind, roundface." He was regretting this severely. His ego was taking a major hit for this. "Because I will."
She zipped her lips as they walked and she decided that she'd bother him after he'd paid for their meal. She wasn't about to talk her way out of free food.
They arrived at a small but rowdy joint. It looked old but it was bustling with lively individuals. It wasn't terribly busy as they sat down at a small, wobbly table and the chefs huzzahed as they labored over steaming stove tops.
"What is this place?" Uraraka grinned happily around the rambunctious restaurant.
Bakugo ignored her smile and shrugged, "It's the best curry place in Tokyo."
"Mr. Ground Zero!" One of the chefs spotted them from his post. He ran over to their table and clapped the blonde on the shoulder. "It is always wonderful to have you here. You are my best customer!" The man was aged, wrinkles setting thick lines around his eyes. He glanced over at the brunette and smiled with a half-toothless grin, "You brought a friend for me this time, I see?"
Uraraka couldn't stop her smile from growing wider, "Hello!"
"This is a very special occasion, no?" The man turned his yellowed teeth back at the blonde. "I shall make fresh curry. Just for you!"
"Not necessary," Bakugo felt his lips smirk. "I owed her one so I'm paying up now."
"Oh…" The chef nodded. "Fresh curry anyway! You and your friend get nothing but the best here, yes?"
Bakugo frowned, "She's not my friend."
The chef completely disregarded Bakugo's correction, "Any friend of Ground Zero's is a friend to us!" He smiled one more time at Uraraka before turning back toward the kitchen and barking orders for a new batch of curry.
Uraraka giggled at Bakugo's begrudging expression, "So you come here often?"
"I said it's the best curry, didn't I?" He snapped at her and eyed his chopsticks.
"This place is so cool!" She watched the chefs set to work through the window panes to the kitchen. "I wish I could cook like that."
Bakugo didn't miss a beat, "Judging by how burnt your apartment smelled this morning, I'm guessing you can't cook much."
"Hey!" She giggled at his low blow, "I can cook!"
"Bullshit," He glowered at her from across the table.
She mindlessly placed her napkin on her lap and smiled to herself, "I'm actually having fun."
"I'll have to fix that," Bakugo replied coyly. He couldn't lie, he didn't mind her wide smile. It fit with the energy of the place and it felt natural.
They sat in a comfortable silence until their curry was served up to them, the friendly chef nodding enthusiastically as Uraraka tasted it.
As soon as it passed her lips, it felt like steam was coming out of her ears. She resisted the urge to spit it out, "This is really spicy!" She let out a hot breath through her mouth as she worked on downing it.
The chef laughed loudly at her predicament and looked back at Bakugo, who was mindlessly working on his own food. "Your girlfriend doesn't like spicy food?"
Both heroes choked on their curry at the question. Bakugo coughed and cleared his throat as quickly as he could, "She's not my girlfriend!"
"I'm not his girlfriend!" Uraraka sputtered out at the same time.
The chef glanced between them both awkwardly for a moment before he grinned widely again, "Oh, I'm sorry! Mr. Ground Zero has never brought any friend here before, especially one so cute!" The chef bowed, but his exuberant personality still shone through.
"Quit it, old man!" Bakugo threatening pointed a chopstick at the chef.
The chef was undeterred and nodded at them both, "I'll leave you to it, then!" He scuttled away to bark more orders at his employees.
"That was awkward," Uraraka laughed airily.
Bakugo frowned and began working over his food once more, "Whatever. That dinosaur is always trying to give me shit."
"But you're his best customer?" Uraraka stared down at the curry before her. "Then this curry must really be the best." She picked at it, worried for her fried taste buds.
He watched her unease and huffed a sigh of indignation, "Damn it, roundface. If you don't want it, then just order something else."
"No!" She waved her hands apologetically, "You're paying for it, so I'll eat it."
This would be amusing to watch. He dropped his chopsticks and leaned back in his chair, "Fine, then fucking do it." He crossed his arms and waited.
She breathed out an apprehensive laugh as she popped another bite into her mouth. "Mmm," She hummed unenthusiastically as she struggled to swallow. As soon as it was down the hatch, she grabbed for her water.
"That's weak," Bakugo stared at her intently. "Just fess up and get something else."
She looked half defeated and half grateful as she nodded her head, "How do you eat this stuff?"
"It's fucking good," Bakugo thought the answer was obvious.
She shook her head as she waved the chef down again, "Of course you'd say that."
After an overly zealous farewell from the chef and a plea to come back soon, Bakugo and Uraraka had finished their dinner. As they exited to the street, Bakugo was relieved to know that this nightmare was almost over.
"Thank you for the food, Bakugo." Uraraka padded along beside him as he began leading her back to her place. "I've definitely forgiven you now." She smiled up at him.
He broke his gaze away from the street ahead to meet her beaming face, "Damn it, do you ever quit it with the damn smiling?"
"Nope!" She shook her head. "I'm just really happy right now."
He felt his throat tighten at her reply and his felt an uncomfortable tingle run up his back. "Well don't get used to it, roundface. This was a one time deal." He forced himself to look away and was pleased that the sensation left him.
"I know," She breathed happily. "I'm just trying to enjoy this while it lasts."
They passed by a few shops and Bakugo didn't even notice the brunette disappear from his side. He'd gotten all the way to the street corner before he turned to see her absence. "What the shit?" He turned around to see her admiring something through a shop window. "What the fuck are you doing?"
She didn't respond, instead pointing at whatever she was looking at with a dopey smile. He felt a rush of annoyance as he marched back over to her and he worked up a flurry of insults to dish out for the delay. As he came up beside her, he finally saw the object of her admiration.
"Look how cute!" She hummed sweetly and tapped the window.
An orange kitten was tromping around just inside the shop, one of a litter that was in the window's display. Bakugo was miffed by it's expression as it stared up at him with wide eyes and puffy cheeks.
"He is so cute, I just want to snuggle him." Uraraka leaned into the glass and tapped it with her fingernails. "He's looking right at you."
Bakugo scowled at the kitten and it seemed to scowl right back. Damn, that little cat had some spunk. "It's not cute. Those things are fucking evil."
"They are not!" Uraraka giggled and jabbed him with an elbow. "It's just a kitten."
He tore his eyes away from the orange fluff ball and glared at her, "They do whatever the hell they want, they have razors for claws and they're always in a shit mood. Cats are fucking awful."
"Please," She rolled her eyes jokingly and turned her attention back toward the little cat. "They're adorable and sweet."
"Figures," He muttered. "I would have pegged you for a dog person."
"I love dogs," She replied gently. "But cats are less work."
He narrowed his eyes at her, "Then why the hell don't you have one?"
"Deku's allergic," Uraraka shrugged glumly. "Maybe I'll be able to get one later in life."
Bakugo eyed the adoption pamphlets that were bunched into a bin beside the window. He wandered over and grabbed one, offering it out to her. "Deku's not here, so just do whatever the fuck you want."
She stared at the pamphlet and considered his idea. "I can't," She finally shook her head and tore herself away from the window. "I should probably get home anyway. I don't want to keep you."
"Fucking finally," Bakugo jeered and followed her away from the store.
They neared her apartment and she looked up at him one last time, "Thanks again, Bakugo. This was fun."
"We're not doing that shit again," Bakugo frowned down at her as they came to a stop. He went to shove his hands in his pockets when he realized her was still holding the pamphlet. He crammed it in with his hands, opting not to bring the topic up again.
"I know," She rolled her eyes jovially. "And thank you for apologizing. I know it couldn't have been easy for you."
"Ain't that the fucking truth," He growled and clenched his jaw. "Don't ever mention this if you want to keep living."
She playfully motioned sealing her lips, "Your secret is safe with me, Bakugo."
He felt a little more relaxed at her promise and he breathed out a silent sigh before asking, "So are we good, roundface?"
"We're good," She smiled back and nodded. "Goodnight, Bakugo!" She waved a little before retreating up the stairs to her apartment.
He waited until she was inside before he turned to leave. The entire night suddenly came rushing back to him. Her damn smile was practically glued to her face the entire time and it was the single detail that he couldn't rid himself of. He felt the same uncomfortable feeling rush up his spine as he recalled her joyful grin at the pet adoption store. In response to tingling sensation, he forced himself to think of anything else and he focused his mind on his walking feet. He certainly did not have any fun tonight and even if he did, his pride would not allow him to admit it.
Hey everyone! I know this update took longer than normal but I had a serious case of writer's block. This was so hard to write and I'm still not sold on it. You'll definitely have to give me some feedback because this was stressful!
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