A/N: Man, I was supposed to upload two of these daily so that I could catch up but…that didn't happen. This would've been so appropriate for Valentine's Day too! Ah well, anyway, here's another drabble. Please remember to read and review! I appreciate each and every single one!

Summary: A collection of kacchako/bakuraka drabbles – Prompt 12: Enamor Me – "'I like you.' Her voice is soft but true and he feels his heart tremble at her sunset gaze."

Disclaimer: I don't own Boku no Hero Academia, Horikoshi Kohei does. I also do not own this drabble prompt.


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Prompt 12: Enamor Me

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"These are for you."

Bakugou slams his shoe locker shut with a resounding bang as he shoots a glare at Ochako and her bag of what was apparently supposed to be chocolate.

"The fuck are these?"

"Chocolate," she answers proudly as she puffs out her chest, "I made them for you." She shoves the bag closer toward him and he slaps her hand away in agitation.

"I don't like sweets," he growls but is startled silent as she gingerly takes his hand and places the bag on his palm.

"Take them anyway," her rosy cheeks lift as she smiles, "they're for you, after all. If you don't like them you can give them to someone else."

He glances at her and then glances at the bag before huffing out a string of curses and reluctantly opening up the bag and peering inside. The chocolates are bumpy and deformed, looking nothing like what normal chocolate is supposed to look like.

He grimaces as he pulls one out of the bag and pops it into his mouth.

"How is it?" She asks him cautiously, trying to gauge his reaction. He lets out a huff as he picks up another piece of the chocolate and tosses it into his mouth.

"It's shit," he grumbles and she lets out a relieved sigh. Why the hell was she relieved? He had just told her straight to her face that it tasted terrible. He shakes his head and bites off another piece.

"I'm glad you like it," the blush on her cheek grows as she smiles at him and he can feel the heat rising in his cheeks as well.

"I never said that!" He argues taking the last bite, "I literally told you that it tastes like ass!" He figures that there must be something wrong with her because now her eyes are twinkling and she can't seem to stop smiling at him. She rocks on the balls of her feet, twiddling her fingers as she shyly looks up at him.

"Walk me back to the dorm?" She asks softly, and he can feel his heart constrict at her words.

'No,' he thinks, 'no way hell."

"Whatever," he says.

Close enough.

Her smile widens further (he didn't even think that was possible) as she rushes to join him at his side.

"Next time I won't make you anything sweet!" She declares as they walk out of the school. His heart pounds at the promise of a 'next time'. "Maybe something savory? You seem like the type to like spicy food."

Hedid like spicy food but it wasn't like he was actually going to tellher that. He stuffs his hands into his pockets and looks away. "Who the fuck makes spicy food for Valentine's Day?"

"I will," she grins and again he can feel his heart lurch at this future promise, "there is such thing as spicy chocolate, you know."

He scoffs. "Like hell I'd know."

"There is." She then starts waxing poetically about the different chocolatiers in the city. She lists out the different flavors of chocolate, ranging from sweet to sour, from bitter to tart, and from savory to spicy. He listens to her map out the exact places of each chocolate shop, listens to her explain the nearest station to each and how far it was from campus. All through this he doesn't speak, only listens, but there's a part of him content with this: simply listening to the excitement in her voice.

"There's this bakery in my hometown," she hops and skips beside him and casts a smile in his direction, "one day I'll—!" And she suddenly stops as they both look at each other in wide-eyed surprise at the words unsaid. She blushes and he blushes and immediately they both turn to look in the opposite direction before walking in heavy silence.

His heart gallops in his chest as he tries to fill in the blank. One day she'll what? Show him? Introduce him to it? Take him there? Fuck her, he didn't have time to be thinking about all this useless chocolate stuff when he still needed to dominate the professional hero world and reign as #1. He'd have to break it to her; tell her to end all this "next time" future nonsense because he didn't have time to fuck around and play house with her.

"Uraraka–."

"Bakugou-kun!" He stops in his tracks as he feels her hand rest on his arm and takes one look at her hand before looking up at her face.

"What the fuck are you–!"

"I like you!" She blurts out and every thought in his mind immediately screeches to a halt.

Well, shit

He watches in stupefied silence as she lets go of him, blushing and fidgeting anxiously. She chews on her bottom lip as she nervously clasps and unclasps her hands and peeks at him from underneath her eyelashes., silently pleading for his response.

"Who the fuck told you to like me?!" Her face falls at what she perceives is rejection and Bakugou splutters unintelligibly as he tries to redeem himself. "I-I mean, fuck, I didn't say I didn't like you!" Her lips lift into a smile at this and this causes Bakugou to rage even more. "I didn't say I like you either! STOP PUTTING WORDS INTO MY MOUTH!" For some godforsaken reason this makes her smile more and Bakugou is sure he's about to blow a blood vessel. "FOR FUCK'S SAKE STOP SMILING BEFORE I KNOCK OUT YOUR TEETH!"

"Ok!" She squishes her cheeks with her palms in an attempt to look serious, "I'll be serious. This is my neutral face."

"There's nothing neutral about your face, you look like a damn blowfish!"

She splutters before bursting out into laughter as Bakugou stomps away. "Wait, Bakugou-kun," her voice cracks with laughter, "wait, let me try again. I like you!"

"I don't give a steaming shit!" He seethes as he marches away and he can hear the sound of her running to catch up to him.

"I like you!" Her confession is punctuated with giggles and his fists clench at his side.

"I don't fucking care!" And then he stops as he feels her hand slides into his. He whirls around, teeming with intentions to lash out and rage at her, but his anger quickly dies as his red eyes meet with hers. The colors of the sunset swim in her eyes as she looks up at him, her gaze now serious and earnest. He feels a slight tremor as her grip tightens on his hand and she takes in a deep breath in an attempt to muster up her courage.

"I like you." Her voice is soft but true and he feels his heart tremble at her sunset gaze.

The words "I don't care" hang on his lips as he looks at her in wide-eyed silence but he cannot dislodge the words from his throat. He gulps hard and tastes the bitter sweetness of the chocolate on his tongue and realizes why he can't say those words.

He realizes it's because he does care.

He cares a whole fucking lot.