Oh my gosh ya'll I'm SO sorry for the huge delay in updating, I've been on a cruise! Anyways this is the last chapter of the story, I loved working on it and can't wait to get started on the other story ideas I have in mind. Also just a warning, this chap has some fair sexual content so if you don't wanna read EXIT. They're teens, teens give in to urges all the time so I decided it only made sense for them to get some sort of relief considering all the sexual tension between them.

A knock at the door ceased all conversation in Mina's room and the giddy atmosphere disappeared as everyone turned towards the source of the noise. Ochako peered at the clock on Mina's wall

7:30

Is it time already?!

She thought frantically, and her internal panic must've somehow spread to everyone else because her friends started murmuring her exact worries.

"Do you think it's Bakugo? Is he ready for their date already?!"

"It's a whole 30 minutes early! No way!"

"We're not done! We need these 30 minutes!"

"Quiet everyone." Momo said, and then calmly got up and started walking towards the door. "Cover Ochako-chan when I open the door, in case it is Bakugo. Can't let him see the surprise." she said, shooting a wink at Ochako. Everyone scrambles to stand in front of Ochako, forming a wall in front of her just as Momo opens the door. Though Ochako was grateful for their help, she was desperately hoping to get a glimpse of the doorway, in case it was him. Just cause he could't get a peek at her doesn't mean she couldn't get a peek at him. She heard muffled voices, two male, and she tried hard to decipher who they were. But before she could get the chance, the door closed with a click and everyone moved aside. Momo was standing in front of them with a piece of paper in hand and a small smile on her face.

"What's that?" everyone asked, almost in unison, clambering to get a look at the paper for themselves. Momo messed with them a bit, holding the paper high above her head and laughing as they pulled at her arms and begged to see it. Ochako puffed out her cheeks and gave Momo a tickle in the side, surprising the girl and making her jerk her arms back down in reaction. She seized the opportunity and quickly snatched the paper out the vice president's hand, eyes flitting over the words on the paper.

"Are these...measurements?" Uraraka asked slowly, confusion beginning to overtake her. Momo plucked the paper out her hand and gave her a nod,

"Yes, they are. Midoriya and Todoroki asked me to make some dinner clothes for Bakugo." she said, placing a finger at the corner of her mouth. "But I wonder what to make him."

"Well obviously something that slightly matches Uraraka's outfit." Jiro said, her tone filled with the 'duh' she was missing at the end of her sentence. Mina bounced over to her desk and grabbed a piece of paper and some markers,

"Yay! We get to make his outfit! He's gonna look totally rockin'! she said excitedly, popping off the cap of a marker. A tongue lashed out and took the marker from Mina's hand and everyone looked over at Tsuyu, who dropped the marker on the table

"Don't be so hasty, Mina-chan. We have to make sure he looks as great as Ochako will look, we have to be thoughtful about this." she said, and Ochako gave her a grateful smile.

"Well we have to hurry, it's already past 7:30 and it takes me a minute to create things. We don't wanna delay the date." Momo says nervously, and everyone agrees. After a few minutes of brainstorming, and lots of input from Ochako, they come up with an outfit they desperately hope Bakugo will like. They pass the drawing over to Momo (who appreciates the little detailed notes they added on the side) and she turns around and begins creating. The rest of the girls go back to adding their finishing touches to Ochako (who has yet to see herself) and the brunette girl begins to feel her nerves settling in.

What...will tonight bring? What...will it change?

she wondered to herself, an aura of distress emitting from around her. A poke to her side shakes her out of her thoughts, and she turns to see Tsuyu looking at her with a worried expression,

"Is everything alright, Ochako?" she asks, asking more out of politeness than genuine confusion. She always knows when something was wrong.

"I...I-I'm just...nervous." Uraraka whispered, but not low enough so that Mina didn't hear. Placing her hands on her hips, Mina stepped back and pointed a manicured finger at her friend,

"Look. You've got nothing to be nervous about cause you're frickin awesome and amazing and beautiful and Bakugo would be plain stupid if he doesn't ask you to marry him tonight. And I'll say that to his face, no matter how much he threatens to blow me to pieces." she says firmly, drawing giggles from everyone, including Ochako. Her friends always knew how to make her feel better.

A tired groan from the corner of the room made everyone jump, and Momo turned around, the color gone from her face. Taking a wary step forward, she held out the tux for everyone to see,

"You guys...like it?" she asked, blushing as exclamations of "Wow!" and "That's fantastic!" echoed around the room. Momo grinned ecstatically and folded back up the tux,

"I'm going to go run this to Bakugo's room. That's where the boys told me to take it. Be back in a second!" she proclaimed, and slipped out the room. Seconds later everyone stood back from Ochako, finally done with their jobs, and Mina pulled a full length mirror out from her closet.

"All right, put your shoes on and then take a look at yourself." she said, about to burst with anticipation. Uraraka did as she was told, tying up the strappy shoes and then squeezing her eyes shut. She took a tentative step forward and then exhaled a breath.

Fluttering her eyelids open, she looked at herself.

Bakugo threw the last of the pots into the sink, knowing that leaving a mess would inevitably cause lida to bitch at him later and he was not in the mood. Shoving the plates of food at Tokoyami, Deku and Todoroki, he barked at them to take it to the roof as fast as they could and they left before he even finished his sentence. Ripping off his apron, he literally flew to his floor- using his quirk to propel him up the stairway- and burst into his room. He took the quickest shower of his life, with almost freezing cold water just to calm his nerves. The smell of Axe bodywash and citrus shampoo filled the air and he gave himself one last rinse off before he jumped out and began drying himself at breakneck speed.

Zooming into his room, his eyes searched the bed for the outfit Deku and that bastard said would be there.

He saw nothing.

"What the FU-" he began to roar but then stopped when he turned around, eyes falling on his tuxedo hanging from his closet door.

Woah

he thought, stepping forward and eyeing the entire ensemble. The suit was a rich, deep red, not quite the unsettling color of blood red but close to it. The chest pocket of the suit jacket had a small golden dragon etched into it and smaller golden designs dancing around it, as if the dragon was the sun and those were its rays. A stark white handkerchief hung loosely out of it. The collar of the jacket, the pants, and the button up undershirt were all black and made of silk-like material. And thankfully, there was no tie anywhere to be seen.

"Well I'll be damned." Bakugo says aloud, taking it down from the hanger and proceeding to put on the outfit. Everything slid on perfectly and he slipped back into the bathroom to give himself a look. He grinned at his reflection wickedly, fixing his collar a bit as he watched himself.

"Handsome ass fucker!" he said to the mirror, hand running through his spiky blonde hair as he nodded at himself approvingly. Opening a drawer, he pulled out a watch for accessory purposes and just happened to catch a glimpse of the time

7:42

Fuck

He exited the bathroom and shoved his feet into his one pair of black dress shoes his mom had bought for him a while back, then turned the lights off in his dorm and left. On the way up to the roof, his mind raced with a plethora of thoughts.

These fucknuts probably aren't even done decorating. It probably looks half-assed.

Bet they dropped the fucking food on their way up here.

God why did I let them in on this?!

Every thought only made him angrier, and he was practically steaming by the time he burst through the roof door, ready to yell. But he didn't. His mouth only hung open in shock as he looked around him. In the middle of the roof sat the chairs and the table; the chairs had white covers over them with a pink ribbon cinching the middle and a bow tied neatly at the back. A black tablecloth covered the circular table, and sprinkles of pink and white sparkly confetti adorned the surface. A candle placed in a hollow, heart shaped glass sat in the middle of it all, the candle flame whipping around erratically as the cool night air moved against it. The table was set perfectly; plates, napkins and utensils exactly equal on both ends. Their meal sat, untouched, with covers over them to keep the heat in until it was time. At the foot of the table sat a dark pink bucket, filled to the brim with ice and bottles of Ramune.

Bakugo's eyes moved upwards slowly, noticing that on the corners of the roof sat more confetti in a deliberate heart shape. Though it was what was further up that really got him to smile. They went out of their way to hang up lanterns, the round balls of light going from the higher part of the roof to the very floor where he stood. The lanterns alternated between light pink and white, and a chain with a dark pink heart at the end hung from the bottom of every single one of them.

He finally met all their eyes and smiling faces, they were standing there the whole time watching him take everything in. Bakugo stepped forward and shot his arms out, partially wondering if he was going to fucking regret doing this.

"Thanks, fuckers." he said, and he heard Kirishima and Denki gasp violently.

"Bakugo is initiating a hug?!" Kirishima said, grinning from ear to ear.

"AND saying thanks at the same time?!" Denki continued, his eyebrows raised as high as he could get them.

"JUST GET OVER HERE!" Bakugo shouted, and footsteps began to thunder his way. They almost knocked him over as numerous arms squeezed around him and multiple hands gave him a good-natured slap on the back. Exclamations of "You're welcome." and "Go get her." and "Good luck!" rang all around him and though he'd never say this out loud, he realized something

He truly liked these guys.

"All right all right, it's almost 8 we gotta get our asses outta here." Kirishima said, directing everyone away and down the stairs. Before he goes, he turns and shoots Bakugo and faux sultry look,

"Y'know, if it doesn't work out with Uraraka-chan, you always have me." he said a gave his friend a wink before cackling and ducking inside, narrowly missing the fireball that exploded mere centimeters away from his face. Bakugo shook his hands out, trying to get them to cool down again and was about to head to the table when he came face to face with Deku. His green mess of hair slightly covered one eye, but Bakugo could still see them glimmering.

"Todoroki...he asked me out." Deku chirped, his voice almost sickeningly happy, "Guess love's in the water here at U.A. huh, Kacchan?

Bakugo, for the first time, couldn't find anything smart ass to say so he only nodded. Deku gave a small smile and then pulled his arms out from behind his back, presenting a bouquet of roses and a soft pink box wrapped with an even softer pink bow.

"Well, here you go. The mochi is in the box, Sato made sure to go all out for you. Says it's the best batch he's ever made."

"It better fucking be." Katsuki retorted, taking the items and ignoring the knotted feeling in the pit of his stomach.

This is really happening

Deku stepped around him and just as he was about to leave, Bakugo (who one would think at this point must've been replaced by a nicer twin brother) grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him into a hug.

"Thanks.." he muttered, so quietly that Deku wasn't even sure he heard him right. Sniffling broke the silence and Bakugo ended the embrace, rolling his eyes so far back he was pretty sure he caught a glimpse of his damn brain.

"Fuck, Deku, Stop CRYING." he demanded, and the teen only wiped his nose,

"It's j-just...y-you've never g-given me a h-hug before a-and..." he hiccuped, and Bakugo started ushering him towards the door.

"Jeez man, it's nothing to cry about. Go have IcyHot suck you off or something to make you feel better." he said, surprising Deku so much by the suggestion that he stopped crying almost immediately and scurried away. Bakugo couldn't help but give an amused chuckle as he turned away and headed back towards the table,

Fucking ne-

"...Bakugo?" a soft voice called from behind him, and to be quite frank, Bakugo almost shit himself. He clasped the roses tightly and took a deep, quiet breathe before turning around. He could do this, he could handle this, he-

His eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sight of Uraraka.

She stood by the door, hands behind her back and looking all around her at the setup. She had on a sleeveless, fitted, crimson red dress with beautiful gold designs that hugged her curves in all the right places and stopped at her mid thigh. A sheer, gold fabric hung down from around her hip area to the floor, giving her outfit a stunningly elegant flair. His eyes traveled down her creamy white legs to her strappy red sandals, the heel of it shining gold. Moving his eyes back up, he noticed the dress was sort of a turtleneck, the collar upturned and outlined in gold, but something else caught his attention too.

There was a small, heart shaped cut out in the chest area of her dress.

He gulped, tearing his eyes away from that specific area and finally settled them on her face. Thankfully she was still looking around, because he didn't think he could handle making eye contact with her right now, that alone might make him combust on the spot. Her chocolate colored hair was curled nicely and piled up on her head in a cute little messy bun, two spiraled strands in the front framing her adorably round face as if she was a fucking masterpiece.

She is a fucking masterpiece.

Small golden hoops were in her ears and an ornate golden dragon pin was stuck in her bun, keeping it in place. A bit of gold eyeshadow dusted her lids and her mascara covered eyelashes made her doe eyes seem even wider and more innocent than usual. Her cheeks seemed slightly pinker than usual, perhaps the work of blush, and her plump lips were sparkling with gloss.

Bakugo was in an absolute daze, his mouth unable to form words as his mind tried to process the insanely gorgeous person in front of him. The sound of her heels clicking against the concrete was enough to somewhat bring him to his senses, and his eyes snapped up to meet hers. She stopped a few inches away from him, her eyes bright as she looked at the roses he held in his hand

"Are those for me?" she asked incredulously, and Bakugo finally found his voice

"Yeah" he choked out, shakily handing her the roses, "Yeah...these are for you, I hope you like them."

She takes the bouquet and curiously sniffs it, giving a happy sigh as she smiled up at him,

"I love them." Uraraka said, her eyes shifting to the box in his other hand, "What's that?"

"Oh! This is also for you...but don't open it until we're done with dinner." he answers, stepping back and pulling out the chair for her. "Sit, dinner's gonna get cold."

Uraraka slides into the seat, thanking Bakugo as he pushes it in for her and then slides into his own seat. She eyes the dish intently, eyes filled with hunger

"What is it?" she questions and he removes the covers off of them. Bakugo wished he had a camera to capture the look of pure joy on her face when she saw the food, and he found himself getting even more nervous as he hoped it would taste good.

"Beef and broccoli ramen!" she squealed, snatching her fork and digging right in. He watched as the first forkful went into her mouth, palms sweating profusely at the thought that she just might not like it. His worries were put to rest seconds later,

"Mmmmmm! This is so good!" she says, twirling some more noodles around her fork and taking another bite, "I'm so glad you made this, I didn't eat my lunch today and was regretting it."

Nerves now slightly calmed, Bakugo picked up his own fork and began to eat as well, "Why not?"

"Well I was...really nervous about tonight and I just...couldn't eat." she replied, taking a small bite of beef. The air wasn't tense but...it still wasn't comfortable either, so until he was ready to say what he needed to, Bakugo decided some playful banter was in order.

"Oh is that why?" he asked, reaching down and plucking out two bottles of Ramune from the ice bucket, "I thought it was because you were too busy staring at my stomach."

Ochako started coughing as soon as the words left his mouth just as he expected, so he popped of the cap off her Ramune and slide it across the table to her, all the while holding back laughter. She swiped it and began drinking like it was the last thing she'd ever taste, finally putting it down after a minute or two.

"I was not..." she began, cheeks getting pinker by the second, "I wasn't staring." she finished unconvincingly and Bakugo couldn't help but chuckle,

"I don't know why you're acting so shy now Roundface, when you were seconds away from stripping me the other day." he said and took a swig from his drink. She turned an even brighter pink now and fidgeted in her seat and he worried for a second that he had made her too uncomfortable. But when she looked up, her face only held a shy expression that made him want to leap across the table and kiss her right then and there,

"I was hoping you'd forgotten about that.." she said, laughing softly, "I-"

"How could I forget about something like that, Ochako?"

Her eyes widened at the use of her first name and her mouth dropped open slightly. This was it, this was the moment.

"If anyone else had tried that, I would've blown their asses to bits." Bakugo began, tilting his head up and looking at the starry sky above them, "At first I thought it was just because of hormones, yknow? That I let you do what you did, not that I'm complaining about what you did." he shot her a smirk and her eyes shifted to look at anything, anywhere but him as the color in her face got a shade deeper.

"But then when I thought about it, I realized that there's no way in hell I would've let another girl do that. So that got me thinking about why in that moment...I didn't do anything to stop you nor did I want to stop you. And I came to a pretty reasonable conclusion,"

He stopped and looked at her, but she still wasn't looking at him. Her head was down and she was playing with her finger pads, a nervous habit of hers Bakugo noticed long before they ever crossed paths.

"Oi, Angelface, look at me."

They make eye contact, and he takes a deep breath before finally saying what's been on his mind for a while now

"I like you, Uraraka. I fucking like you. I've liked you since that damn Sports Festival, even though you were seconds away from making me into a damn pancake. But that didn't matter to me, all I noticed was that you're strong as hell, stronger than anyone else here realizes and I admire and respect your drive. And I'm actually happy around you, so...yeah."

He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment as his sentence came to a close. Glancing quickly at her, he watches her brown orbs start glittering at his revelation, watches her tuck a piece of curly hair behind her ear as a smile (the smile he loved so much) formed on her face.

"Well it took you long enough."

Uraraka could hear her heart pounding in her ears for the rest of the night. They finished their dinner a few minutes ago, and now sat talking about everything and nothing at the same time. The conversation came easy, as though they've been friends for years, but the atmosphere between them was filled with more than simple friendship.

"I like you, Uraraka. I fucking like you."

His words had consumed all of her thoughts, because now she wondered where exactly they would go from here. But before she could think (more like worry) about it anymore, a pink box slid into her view. Bakugo gave her a small half-smile as she looked down at the box in front of her

"What's dinner without dessert?" he said, making a motion towards the box, "Open it."

At the mention of dessert, Ochako pulled the end of the ribbon, promptly untying to bow and removed the top off the box. A gasp escaped her mouth before she could stop it, and her mouth practically started watering at the assortment of chocolate mochi.

Some were dusted with powdered sugar, some had chocolate/ white chocolate drizzled over the tops and some had chocolate dipped raspberries sitting on them. She snatched up one that had powdered sugar and almost cried with happiness as she bit into it, chocolate and caramel gushing out and hitting her tongue. Uraraka was an absolute sucker for sweets!

"Bakugo-kun! Did you make this?!" she asked, knowing that the boy in front of her had kitchen skills that would put even a master chef to shame. To her surprise, he shook his head

"Nah. What's his name? Sato? He made these."

"I'm gonna have to give him a big thank you hug later, these are delicious!" she cried, picking up another one. This one had raspberry filling! A slight frown formed on his face at her words,

"Whatcha gotta give him a hug for, Roundface? Just give him a thank you card or some shit." he said, slight irritation evident in his voice. Uraraka raised her eyebrows and closed the box, mostly to stop herself from having no self control in front of her crush, before pushing it to the side and getting up. She started making her way towards Bakugo, who now had his eyebrows raised at her approaching figure, a light red beginning to sprinkle across his cheeks.

"What are you-?"

She took a seat in his lap, effectively short circuiting his brain, before giving him a poke in the forehead.

"Was that jealousy I heard?" she asked teasingly and he scowled at her ability to make him flustered so easily.

"Maybe it was. If you wanna hug someone so bad, you might as well hug me." he said, feigning like he couldn't care less about if she did or didn't. The brunette faked like she was thinking hard about the offer, before wrapping her arms around his neck and closing the little bit of space between them.

"Of course you can get a hug, since you went through all this trouble just for lil ol' me." she said quietly, her bottom lip brushing his. A shiver raced up Bakugo's spine and his hands moved themselves to her hips. Their close proximity sent both their hearts pounding against their ribcage, every second of silence making the sound of their beating organ seem louder and louder.

"Bakugo."

"Uraraka."

Their voices tumbled over each other's as they both spoke, each desperate to get out what they wanted to say. Bakugo beat her to it,

"Uraraka, go out with me."

He watched as her hands flew to her face, inadvertently activating her quirk on herself, and she slowly began to float upwards. He gripped her hips tighter and rolled his eyes in amusement,

"Oi, you tryna leave me that bad? You wanna float up into space?"

She let out a surprised squeak and then hurriedly pressed her fingertips together, her weight settling right back onto his lap. Bakugo tilted her chin upwards so she was looking at him and she felt herself melt as she got lost in his crimson eyes.

"You gonna answer me or wh-"

Her lips crashed against his, causing him to let out a surprised grunt. She moved her arms upwards so her hands could cradle his face, her pinkies carefully pointed out so she wouldn't ruin the moment by making him float. Bakugo wrapped his arms around the small of her back and pulled her closer, now making them chest to chest with each other and causing his face to heat up as he felt her soft body against his. Uraraka intended to pause after a small kiss in order to give him a proper answer, but when she opened her mouth Bakugo took the opportunity to dart his tongue in and she knew in that moment that she wasn't gonna get a word in edgewise.

His tongue danced against hers, sliding along the roof of her mouth and making her whimper against his lips. She glided one hand along his neck and up into his spiked tresses, gently pulling as he nibbled on her slightly swollen bottom lip.

"Bakugo.." she said breathlessly, wriggling as his hands moved further down; one rested on her inner thigh, the other on her ass. He broke their kiss and began pecking a trail down her neck, her skin making a slight sizzling sound as his lips made contact. Biting her neck playfully, Uraraka felt him gently squeeze her thigh as he moved his hand closer to the hotspot between her legs. All this stimulation at once was making her feel almost lightheaded, and she gripped his hair harder than she meant to in order to steady herself. This only encouraged him as he let out a low growl and began working on creating another hickey, this one closer to her collarbone.

She shuddered violently when she felt his thumb press against her underwear, letting out a moan that surprised them both. Giving her neck one final lick, he looked at her with an intensely serious expression, his eyes burning with passion.

"Say my name." he demanded and pressed his thumb harder against the thin piece of clothing between them. Moving his other hand, he parted her legs even more and began to tease her with both his hands; the sensation of fingers sinking into her wet panties and gently rubbing her sensitive button became too much for her to handle.

"K-Katsuki!" she all but screamed, squirming to get away from his touch. He moved back to her neck and she could feel his lips stretch into a smile against her skin,

"Tch, you're not getting away that easy Princess." he muttered and held her even more tightly then before, his fingers down below playing with the barrier between him and his destination. Her writhing only made him want her more, and they both became painfully aware of the hard on he was sporting.

"Ochako-" he began, only to get cut off

"Yes. Yes." she said, her mind reeling from the way he was making her feel right now, "Yes, I'll go out with you."

She leaned forward and rested her chin on his shoulder, "This isn't fair, I was gonna say yes anyways but this is just cheating." she mumbled into his ear, enjoying the feeling of him slightly quivering underneath her. Moving aside, she caught his eye and saw a mysterious glint in them, watching as he smiled in a way that was almost...evil.

"How am I cheating, Pink Cheeks?" he asks, his finger slipping past her underwear and now resting directly on her clit. Uraraka took in a sharp breath, trying as much as she possibly could to shoot him a dirty glare,

"Don't...don't you dare." she said weakly, her legs shaking as he began rubbing in circles. His lips captured hers again and she couldn't stop the moans from rolling off her tongue as his finger dipped into her, dragging up her slit repeatedly.

"Sorry to do this to you sweetheart," Katsuki began, his kisses getting slower and lingering longer. Ochako found herself keeping track of all the nicknames he was giving her, and kept a mental note to make fun of him about it later. But for now, she was focused on his cryptic words.

"W-what...are you-?"

He slid his finger up again and with his thumb and forefinger, gave her clit a gentle pinch. The world exploded right in front of Uraraka, the stars mingling together and forming one bright, blinding white light. She doesn't even know what she said but she knows her mouth was moving, no doubt crying out in ecstasy, and when her vision cleared she saw Bakugo's head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut.

Her chest heaved as she looked at him, watching his eyes flutter open and his pupils slowly return to normal size. Sweat was dripping down his temples and he finally removed his fingers from where they were, bringing them up to his face. Uraraka felt like she was literally on fire as she watched him make eye contact with her and then stick his tongue out, licking...her off his fingers. When he was done, he raked his hands through his hair and squinted at her as red began to creep up from his neck,

"Fuck," he said, trying to catch his own breathe, "You made me.."

Ochako's eyes widened as she came to realize that the wetness in that area...may not all be hers. Sure enough, when she looked down, there was a particularly large dark spot on his suit pants. Though this was the absolute worst thing she could've done, she giggled.

"Did I...do that?" she asked, voice bubbly as if they hadn't just committed unbelievable sin a few seconds ago. He narrowed his eyes at her and in a flash his hand slithered back to between her legs,

"You think this is funny, this little predicament you put me in?"

Uraraka smacked his hand away playfully and hopped off his lap,

"Nu-uh, no more of that!" she said, sticking her tongue out at his pouting face, "Now you're just being greedy."

She makes her way to the edge of the roof and sits down, face still flushed as she looked out at the bright lights of the bustling city.

"Can you blame me?" Bakugo replies, plopping down right next to her and shooting her the most charming, lopsided smile she's ever seen. He grabs her hand, pulling her closer as they both look down at the city below.

"I can blame you for this though. For us."

Ochako turned her head towards him, eyebrows raised in question. Bakugo only chuckled and squeezed her hand lovingly,

"This all started...with your little teasing game."

Aaaaand that's a wrap! Thank you to all who read from beginning to end, I have so much more in store for ya'll with these other stories, just wait ;-)

Thanks again!