A/N: Okay, so I didn't mean for this to be so long. I don't know what happened, friends. It just, it just happened.
Also, I upped the rating on this because eventually, maybe this chapter, next chapter, who knows there will be some citrusy content. So I'm not saying when, but we shall get there or maybe we are there.
Disclaimer: I do not own Boku No Hero Academia. This is a work of fiction that I am not making a profit off of...
"This wasn't the reaction I was expecting."
Bakugo grunted as he pressed messy, hurried kisses down her throat. Keeping her secure against the wall, his hands stroked her waist, allowing his fingers to tease at the bottom hem of her top.
Uraraka hummed happily, curling her fingers in his hair, "I didn't expect me kicking your butt would lead to us making out for the first time."
He froze. "What?" He slowly pulled his head from her neck.
"What?"
"We've made out before."
She frowned, "No we haven't." Their kisses weren't as chaste anymore, but he hadn't pinned her up against a wall.
"We have."
"We have not."
"Yes! We have!"
"No," she told him slowly, eyeing him strangely as she leaned back against the wall. The pads of her fingertips stroked the back of his neck as she jokingly pouted at him. "You must be talking about your other girlfriend." Uraraka ignored the flutter in her chest at the slip of the word.
"Not funny." His tongue clicked with mock annoyance.
Well if he wasn't going to say anything about it. "Boyfriend?" she grinned brightly at him, eyelashes batting innocently.
"You," Bakugo nipped the side of her jaw, smirking at the little squeak escaping her, "Are such a pain." The insult was endearing. "You know damn well you are the only person I'm seeing."
She hummed, pressing their lips back together. "I know," she admitted softly, kissing him.
"Hmph," he murmured, appeased. His fingers brushed the sliver of skin beneath the bunched hem of her tank top. "You gotta get ready for your next match."
"I am." Uraraka slid her hands down his shoulders, digging her palms into his back as she traced downward.
Swiping his tongue along her bottom lip, he groaned at the feeling of her nails through his shirt. "You better kick half and half's ass."
"Oh my goodness," she cackled, head falling away from. "I can't believe you."
"What?!" He thought he was giving a solid pep talk.
"Seriously though," she pulled away, placing her hands on his shoulders to put some distance between them. "You lost-"
"I know-"
"I kicked your butt-"
"Bull! We were pretty evenly matched, but if you want that narrative so badly, angel face, I suppose I can let you have it-"
"You called me 'angel face' during our fight," she pointed out, looking at him suspiciously.
"Cause-" Bakugo paused, shrugging feeling his face flush. He hadn't thought much of the nickname. It had slipped from his tongue before he'd had a chance to take it back. "Look, it's not my fault that you have cherub cheeks!"
She laughed, "And we're making out, minutes after your public defeat, and you're giving me a pep talk."
"Yeah," he nodded. "You got a problem with that?"
"No." She'd honestly only considered the question for about a half second. "I'm just a little bit confused."
He pulled her tighter against his chest, resting his forehead at the top of her head. Red eyes staring heatedly as he pinned her against the wall, "Don't be."
"I didn't say I wasn't enjoying it," she whispered, eyes falling closed as he leaned down to kiss her.
His hands cradled against her hips, allowing his thumbs to brush against her sides, catching a few millimeters of her skin in his caress. They kissed fiercely and messily, hands unsure and clumsy but finding their way.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as she gently poked her tongue inside his mouth to explore. Bracing herself against him, Uraraka hiked her body up closer against him, bringing their hips together as she locked her ankles around him.
A stuttered hiss escaped his lips as he sunk his teeth into her bottom lip, pulling a soft moan from her. "You have a match in a few minutes." Bakugo ignored the shudder tingling down his spine as he eyes squeezed shut.
"I know," she groaned with a soft sigh. Fluttering one last kiss against his lips, she slid her hands to the nape of his neck, sneaking her fingertips against the top of his bare back. Her lips moved down his jaw to the side of his neck.
"Go kick ass, angel face."
She couldn't help but smile at his new nickname for her, "I'll do my best." She lowered her feet to the ground, still keeping herself pressed against his front.
"Do more than that." A stuttered grunt rattled in his chest feeling her teeth nip at the side of neck. "You fucking better break his damn arm after that stunt you pulled on me," he murmured roughly rubbing their foreheads together staring into her eyes.
"You liked it."
There was too much truth attached to her little joke.
Uraraka pressed a quick kiss against his nose as she walked back toward the entrance for the arena. "I'll see you later baby."
He watched her figure disappear down the long hallway as he exhaled slowly. Enjoying the after make-out high flooding his system, he allowed his eyes to watch her hips shamelessly.
For once, he was actually excited for the day's events to end.
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"So-" Kaminari's gaze drifted down to the newly repaired arena before stopping at each of his classmates. He tucked his hands behind his head as he settled back into his seat with a nod. "I'm thinking 5,000 yen says Todoroki knocks her out within the first ten minutes."
"Kaminari!" Iida's jaw dropped, head whipping around to face him with a scandalized look.
Kaminari shrugged, unrepented, "Just calling it like I see it, man."
"She kicked your ass," Jiro reminded him leaning away to narrow her eyes at her boyfriend.
"Not that point."
"I gotta say," Kirishima started as he thumbed a thoughtful finger against his chin. "I really hate to agree with Kaminari, but I think this could go either way-"
"Thank you!"
"Not that I don't think Uraraka's win over Bakugo was super manly-"
Ashido shook her head, patting Kirishima's shoulder fondly, "How many times do I have to tell you that 'manly' isn't the best compliment to give to a girl?"
"It's a compliment!"
"No."
"How many of us have made Bakugo yield a match?" Kirishima knew like everyone else that Bakugo wasn't unbeatable. He'd beaten him several times in and out of class during sparring sessions and had witnessed others' victories over his friend.
But, Kirishima had trouble recalling a time someone had forced Bakugo to yield.
"Yep." The silence and wondering stares of his classmates were enough for him. "Exactly. As I said," he turned, facing Ashido with a grin as he draped an arm over her shoulder, "Super manly. I mean, who knows, we might see Uraraka make Todoroki yield too."
Ashido sighed, refusing to return his smirk.
"I don't think she's going to be able to get close enough to Todoroki to make contact," Midoriya added, staring out at the arena.
"You boys are just scared that a girl is going to be standing in the first place spot!" Ashido announced. "Finally!"
"Exactly," Jiro nodded firmly.
"It's anyone's game," Kirishima decided.
"No, no," Kaminari shook his head, standing. "How many of us have actually beaten Todoroki in combat?"
Nearly every hand around him went up.
"Oh," he snorted, dropping to his seat. "Whatever. When Kirishima takes a poll we don't participate-"
"Because none of us have made Bakugo submit-"
Mineta chuckled darkly, "I think Urarak-"
Asui's tongue cracked a sharp slap across his face before he could finish that sentence. "We've never seen Bakugo yield before. We, you included Kaminari, were all pretty shocked about the result of that match."
"I was."
"Okay then."
"Probably not as surprised as Baku-" Kaminari's eyes widened as a flash of spiked blonde hair moved in his peripheral vision. "Oh." His lips tightened.
Bakugo scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets as he sauntered down the stairs to reclaim his seat next to Kirishima. He ignored the obviously pointed stares and the heavy silence from his classmates as he fell into his seat.
"Well?" Of course, Kirishima was the first to speak to him.
Bakugo grunted, slamming the heel of his foot into the top of the chair in front of him. "What?" His arms tightened around his chest, brows wrinkling further as he looked at the redhead.
Kirishima's head jerked, eyes wide and waiting. A hand waved in the air in front of him to signal him to speak.
"Fucking what?" Bakugo snapped gruffly, looking around at his classmates staring.
"He doesn't sound too surprised to me," Sero commented with a smile as he relaxed a little.
"I have to say," Iida started. "I did not expect you to take your lose so honorably."
"Who the hell asked you anyway, four eyes!?"
"So," Kaminari started awkwardly. "Any takers? I'm still confident with my 5,000 yen Todoroki gets the KO in ten minutes."
Bakugo sneered, sinking further into his seat. He wasn't even going to give Kaminari the reaction he was seeking.
"10,000 says you're wrong," Jiro challenged.
"You all can't bet against each other!" Sero complained. "I'm in for 10,000 that it's a draw."
"So how does that work out if you're both wrong?" Kirishima wondered. "And what do you mean by draw?"
Sero shrugged, "Time runs out?"
"Nope! Uraraka's got this!" Ashido nodded, fists balled in front of her excitedly. "I say 5,000 she wins."
"I don't think so," Kaminari shook his head. "Ey, Midoriya! You know them both pretty well! Who's got this round?"
"I don't know," Midoriya started carefully. "It seems like it could go either way-"
"Like I said!" Kirishima announced.
Bakugo rolled his eyes, chewing on the inside of his cheek.
"If you asked me at the beginning," Midoriya's lips twisted thoughtfully as his brain ran through various scenarios. "I would have said Todoroki, but Uraraka has shown she's improved with her quirk manipulation. She shouldn't be underestimated."
"Of fucking course not!" Bakugo snapped, slouching back into his seat as if he hadn't said anything.
"Hey Kacchan," Midoriya started carefully. "Did you know she could do a partial skill release?"
His eyes focused on the arena floor. "No."
Midoriya hummed, "So, we really don't know what other tactics she's hiding, huh?"
"You gonna place a bet on your girlfriend's match?" Kirishima winked, nudging Bakugo's arm.
Bakugo opened his mouth to answer, "Why w-"
Iida shook his head, arms motioning with authority, "Betting is strictly prohibited under U.A.'s Code of Conduct. Students are not permitted to place-"
"So, we're technically not allowed to play poker," Asui mentioned. "Or some of those other board games then."
"I think the rules are referring to bets using currency," Yaoyorozu clarified.
"I don't know," Midoriya hummed. "Currency is a pretty broad term. It doesn't literally have to refer to a standard monetary system."
"Out of all the rules we've broken. You're going to get hung up on this one?" Kaminari huffed. "Really?"
"I don't know," Ojiro shrugged. "Kinda curious now if candy counts as currency."
"In the middle of us placing bets!? Worry about the specifics later people! We have, like, one minute to lock this in!"
Ashido shook her head, "Why are you so eager to lose your money?"
"You are a bunch of idiots," Bakugo sighed under his breath as his classmates carried on with placing their wages.
He wasn't betting on Uraraka.
"Get the fuck outta my face, Kirishima."
"I'm not in your face," Kirishima grinned, resting his chin on top of his hands now resting on Bakugo's shoulder. His head tilted as he leaned a little closer in his friend's personal space.
A low growl bubbled at the back of Bakugo's throat. "Close enough," he grit between clenched teeth.
"I was just admiring an interesting little mark on your neck," his voice dropped, eyes lowering to the mark in question.
Bakugo's cheeks burned, heat pooling to the tips of his ears, "I've been fighting for most of the day so I'm bruised, you pervert."
"Hm, okay-"
Good.
"Didn't know bruises left teeth marks."
Fuck. "Shut up." Bakugo slapped a hand against his neck, looking around to make sure his classmates were still lost in their bet discussion.
"Just so you know, there were no teeth marks-"
Damn it.
"I was bluffing, but thanks for confirming my suspicions-"
He should have known better.
Kirishima grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. "So things aren't weird between you and Uraraka? That's good."
"I hate you."
"No wonder you are in such a good mood after your loss."
It took every bit of self control for him not fire a blast in that smug face. "I swear to g-"
"It's the final match of the Combat Battle!"
"Relax!" Kirishima chuckled, patting his shoulder. "I'm just happy, she makes you happy dude. I'm not here to question your peculiarities."
"Tch."
Resting his hands in his lap, Kirishima sat back satisfied, "You didn't deny it."
"Fuck you," Bakugo muttered under his breath as he watched Uraraka and Todoroki step out into the arena.
"I'm going to let that slide."
"And ladies and gentleman, I don't think anyone could have predicted this being the final match of the event, but if you did your wallet may thank you for it later!"
"So our teacher just acknowledged that people are betting on this event," Asui noted, pointing a finger to the air.
"I mean, this is one of the biggest sporting events in Japan, so I guess it makes sense," Midoriya shrugged.
"To think," Kaminari sighed mournfully. "I let someone down with my defeat."
"Actually," Yaoyorozu started, motioning to her cell phone. "Not really. Not that many people thought you'd make past the third round."
"What?!"
Jiro stood, leaning over her shoulder to scroll through the page, "How'd you even find that?"
"Wasn't hard. I just typed in U.A. Sports Festival bets, and this was the first result in the search," Yaoyorozu explained.
"Seems like Bakugo and Todoroki were favored to win."
"Surprise, surprise," Sero mumbled.
"We have a former Sports Festival winner. He's the son of pro hero Endeavor, already showing he's a chip off the old ice block-"
"Stop with the horrible metaphors and just finish the introduction already."
"One of the favored contenders to win in this event and to take the whole shebang, Todoroki Shouto!"
The crowd cheered as he stoically took his place on the field, focusing on Uraraka in front of him.
"His opponent, she walked into this competition an underdog, but she's leaving with a fan club. The redemption story we've all been waiting for! Can she do it? Uraraka Ochako!"
Uraraka exhaled slowly, rolling her shoulders back as her fingers wiggled at her sides. The pad of her thumb tapped the pad of each of her fingers rapidly and rhythmically as she met her opponents gaze.
"He's gonna start with an ice wall," Midoriya murmured, tapping his foot nervously as he watched. "She's gonna have to be fast."
"How do you know?" Kirishima asked curiously.
"He needs to keep Uraraka away," Midoriya reasoned simply, waiting for the buzzer to sound. "It's what I would do. She's shown that she's pretty dominating in close range, especially if she can touch him, but she can do some damage from far away given the right circumstances. Either way, in order to win she's going to have to get close to him."
"Do you think he'll use his left against her?" Yaoyorozu wondered quietly as she lowered her phone.
"He's not like Kacchan-"
"What's that supposed to mean, nerd?!" Bakugo snapped angrily.
"Nothing!" Midoriya squeaked. "I'm saying Todoroki might hesitate because Uraraka is-"
"Why the fuck would he hesitate?!"
"Because Uraraka is his friend and-"
"She's my damn girlfriend, and I didn't hesitate!" Bakugo snarled angrily at his classmates.
"I think what Midoriya is trying to say is that Todoroki isn't as-" Iida paused, trying to remain as tactful as possible. "Brash-"
"It's. A. Fucking. Tournament!" Bakugo announced slowly as if they had trouble understanding him. "I don't know why you idiots are so fixed on underestimating her. If he's stupid enough to fucking hesitate again then he gets what he deserves!"
"He didn't hesitate," Midoriya recalled. He still had scars from his first year combat match with Todoroki.
"In your match he didn't" It haunted him that the main reason he won first year was because Todoroki hadn't given it all he had. "He better not hesitate with her." Uraraka deserved better than the bullshit victory he'd gotten. "Because she won't."
The sound of the buzzer jolted them away from the conversation.
A mountain of ice rushed toward Uraraka like a tidal wave. Bakugo's stomach dropped as he watched the ice roll toward the eerily calm girl. The crowd gasped as the Uraraka reached out a hand toward the ice approaching her. One hand touched the ice as she backed up, watching as the ice began to rise from the ground.
"How much do you think that thing weighs?" Kirishima whistled, watching with awe as it floated above the area.
Bakugo didn't want to think about it, "Enough." He couldn't hear what Uraraka shouted at Todoroki as she charged at him, ice still suspended them.
She ran toward Todoroki, reaching a hand in front of her as she prepared to strike.
"She needs to float him out of bounds," Midoriya whispered, shaking his head.
"Or she needs to strike, get him in a hold," Sero listed, shaking his head as Todoroki repeatedly sent walls of ice toward Uraraka. Each time she'd skillfully dodge the ice, pressing her hand to uproot chunk after chunk of ice above them.
"She can't," Bakugo noted, watching her dodge piece after piece as she tried to get close.
"Remember, Todoroki can emit his ice or fire from any part of his body," Midoriya explained. "If she does what she did with Bakugo, then he'll be able to counter her easily."
"So what is she gonna do?" Jiro asked quietly, watching as another ice of ice shot up, breaking the cement of the arena. Uraraka weaved in between pieces of ice, tapping pieces as she kept trying to get close to Todoroki.
Bakugo's eyes drifted toward the clock on the screen above the arena and down to Todoroki, "She's wearing him down." His body was slowly accumulating frost. "If he doesn't use fire power, he's not gonna last long."
"Ah man," Kaminari groaned noticing the time as well. "There goes my winnings."
"You got this Uraraka!" Ashido screamed, watching her run begin to slow in between the mounds of slowing ice as she floated them up.
"We are well into this and match and neither of them have managed to get a hit in. Not without trying! Uraraka can't seem to get close!"
"It's smart, but they both seem to be slowing down."
"She can't hold those things forever," Iida noted, looking at the large collection of melting ice above.
"They're starting to melt though," Kirishima noted.
"It looks like Todoroki might be running out of ice power! I'm interested to see if he's going to rely on hand to hand-"
"That would be a mistake for him to solely rely on fighting without the use of his quirk. Uraraka has shown she is well versed in combat during this tournament. Todoroki needs to use his firepower."
"But will he?!"
"She's going for it!" Kirishima gasped.
Uraraka's fingers brushed against her thigh, leaping toward Todoroki. One arm stretched out in front of her as she reached for him catching a blast of fire to her face. With a yelp, her fingers pressed together returning her gravity. She landed on her shoulder with a thud. Dust flew up around them, as Uraraka rolled away from him and hurried to her feet.
"Not good," Midoriya mumbled, shaking his head. "That was her injured shoulder."
"Huh? Her shoulder isn't injured?!" Bakugo gawked, fingers digging in his thigh as he watched Uraraka charge forward once more only to be beaten back by the intensity of the heat. Her hands frantically patted at her top and pants to smother the embers on her clothes as she circled him.
Todoroki pivoted, keeping his left arm in front of him, flame burning bright to keep Uraraka at a distance.
"She hurt her shoulder during her match with Sero, Kacchan," Midoriya winced.
Uraraka managed to sneak a couple strikes in before being batted back by flames and a kick to the side.
"I told her to wrap it, but she said she wasn't about to give you or anyone else a target during her matches."
Bakugo shook his head as she was sent to the ground again, "That's fucking stupid."
"It's valid though," Ojiro noted. "It's one of the first things you learn in combat. If your opponent has a weakness, you exploit it."
"You also tape your shoulder if it's bothering you!"
"Yeah," Midoriya sighed loudly, watching Uraraka favor her non dominant shoulder as they traded blows. "Yeah, I said that."
"Fucking hard-headed," Bakugo cursed. His fists clenched as Uraraka launched herself at Todoroki.
The moment Uraraka landed an open hand against his body, Todoroki fired back with flames directly at her. She flew back, touching the pads of her fingers together then frantically rubbing her face with a startled yelp.
Todoroki landed on his feet, ice and fire surging from his body in growing waves.
"Oh shit," Kirishima whispered as monstrous ice chunks rocketed down toward the arena. "That's not good."
Sweaty palms pressed against the chair in front of him as Bakugo slowly pulled himself to his feet. His stomach dropped as the sound of the ice piercing the air whistled through the arena. Things moved in slow motion. What seemed like hours happened within a few seconds.
Cementoss yelled for assistance as he worked to create a barrier.
"It's a hailstorm of glaciers!"
Uraraka screamed, planting her hands against the ground as she forced the concrete beneath them to quake and crack.
"Since when can she do that!?" Kaminari shouted.
The anxiety of the match mixed with a warm burn of pride in Bakugo's chest while he watched the ground fracture and float at the will of Uraraka. The wind tore through her hair, blustering cold air around the arena as she increased her focus.
"Makes sense," Midoriya murmured with awe. "I didn't know she was that powerful though. That's a lot of force to uproot that cement."
"She's gonna level the the stadium if she keeps going." The ground split from the center to the barricade as she lifted cement slabs.
"And an earthquake?! The arena's turned into a natural disaster zone!"
"It's not an earthquake-"
"Close enough! She's leveling the arena floor and Todoroki is charging for a blast of his own."
"Holy shit you guys," Kirishima gasped, stealing the words at the forefront of Bakugo's mind as he watched.
She pulled herself to her feet and sprinted toward Todoroki as rock and dirt floated up around her. Her finger pads brushed against her body as she floated herself toward him.
"Stop!" Cementoss shouted, throwing an arm out trying to get their attention. "Midnight!"
"Not enough time! Get back!" she hollered.
"The kids-"
It sounded like a bomb. The whistling of the ice ended with a blinding explosion that consumed the arena grounds.
"Are they alive?" Ashido whispered.
If Uraraka wasn't, Bakugo was pretty sure he was going to kill her.
"There's no way either of them is standing," Iida shook his head, keeping his eyes on the dust cloud. "There's no way."
"Then it's a draw," Kaminari spoke.
Kirishima frowned, "It doesn't look like anyone won."
"Ladies and gentleman, we're waiting for the dust to settle! Do we have a champion!?"
"Do we have any survivors?" Midoriya muttered underneath his breath. He'd watched the video from his own first year match against Todoroki, and he knew firsthand the impact of that move. He couldn't fathom what the combination of Uraraka's earthquake and hailstorm added to the collision.
The rubble cleared.
Uraraka was pushed back from the impact zone, body inches away from one of the boundary lines and unconscious. Chestnut hair sprawled over face, her uniform ash covered and singed as she lay on her side with rocks falling around her.
Todoroki was across the arena from her, a trail of ice marking his path. His body rested embedded in a wall of ice against the barricade.
Several feet outside the boundary line.
"Todoroki Shouto is out of bounds! Uraraka Ochako is the winner!"
"She did it," Jiro smirked as the crowd cheered around them. "She actually did it."
Their class remained still as the medic crew moved out to the field to assess them. The excitement around them was dulled by concern and uncertainty. Todoroki had started to come to moments after his defeat had been declared.
"You think Uraraka's going to have to be chained to the podium too?" Kaminari said, trying to lighten the mood.
Todoroki hobbled over to where Uraraka was on the other side.
"Not funny," Kirishima told him quietly.
"She's okay, right?" Midoriya knew the answer to that question, and he directed his glance between Bakugo and the medics assessing Uraraka.
Bakugo was still standing as he looked down at the scene. His fingers gripped the seat in front of him. His shoulders were drawn tight as he waited for Uraraka to move.
"She won," Ojiro noted.
"I wonder if she even knows," Asui commented, watching the medics roll her to her back.
It took several long moments before Uraraka's eyes opened to the relief of her classmates.
"There she goes!"
Bakugo's shoulders fell with a sigh as she was slowly pulled up to a sitting position.
"I don't think she knows what's going on," Yaoyorozu chuckled, watching Uraraka look from Todoroki to the large screen that held her image and the word winner flashing. "Poor thing."
"She probably hit her head," Iida noted as Todoroki slowly helped her off the ground.
"Look at the display of sportsmanship from Todoroki Shouto! Class 3-A, Uraraka Ochako is the Combat Champion! She's earned it!"
"I think Endeavor disagrees," Kaminari coughed, looking at spike of flames from the pro section of the crowd.
Midoriya's eyes widened, forcing his lips into a firm line as he looked to Endeavor and back at Todoroki and Uraraka, "Not surprising." He was shocked to see the elder Todoroki roaring in anger in the stands.
Todoroki pulled Uraraka to her feet, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as he nodded up to the screen with a smirk. Uraraka looked at the screen and back to him, shaking her head, confused and trying to process the situation. Realization slowly dawned in her eyes as she looked at Todoroki.
"I won?" The words on her lips were clear to everyone watching.
Todoroki nodding, chuckling as she gasped and threw her head back in a mixture of pain and excitement.
"Awww you guys!" Ashido squealed, watching Uraraka's eyes well up with tears as confetti rained down on the arena.
Uraraka stumbled, holding onto Todoroki's burned jacket as she looked out into the crowd. She bit down on her lip, dropping her head as her breathing quickened.
"The fairy tale ending has come true! Uraraka Ochako, ladies and gentlemen! If you haven't been following this young lady during her time at U.A. then I recommend you catch up!"
"She's definitely hurting," Asui noticed.
"Probably a rib," Iida guessed. "She isn't competing anymore today, is she?"
"It's not her rib." Bakugo rushed past his classmates, jogging back up the steps toward the back.
"I guess one of us should make sure he doesn't do something stupid," Jiro commented as everyone focused in on Kirishima.
"Right," Kirishima stood, sighing loudly as he dusted his hands off on his thighs. "I got it."
"I'll come with you," Midoriya decided, standing with him.
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"Can you tell me today's date?"
Uraraka blinked as the bright light was removed from her field of vision. "I won?" she questioned, looking at Recovery Girl cautiously before turning her gaze to Todoroki sitting on the cot across from her.
She was pretty sure she just saw her image flashing on the screen in a shower of confetti, but Uraraka couldn't be sure with the way her head was throbbing.
"You won, dear," Recovery Girl answered softly, making a note on the chart.
She slowly looked up at Todoroki, brows high and confused.
Todoroki pressed an ice pack against the side of his face, nodding his head. "You won."
"Wow."
"Ochako," Recovery Girl stepped in front of her, "Can you tell me today's date?"
Uraraka's brows furrowed.
"Uraraka, what's today's date?" he questioned, tapping her knee gently.
"I-" She frowned, slowly trying to process the question. To be fair, she never really knew the date. Uraraka kept track of her schedule by what she did that day. "It's the Sports Festival."
Recovery Girl smiled, "I'll take that answer."
"And I won?"
"You did."
"I gotta call my pa," she nodded, looking down at some of the confetti still sticking to her.
Todoroki chuckled, "I'm sure he knows."
"You can call him in a little while," Recovery Girl assured her as she continued her examination. "Can you move your right arm?"
Uraraka looked down at her arm and shook her head. "No." The sight of the dislocation was clear. "Doesn't hurt though." It looked like it should.
"That's the adrenaline," Todoroki mumbled with a dry smile. "Don't question it and be thankful for it."
"Oh god, your boyfriend said that."
"My what?" he jolted back in confusion.
Her eyes fluttered shut, brain too foggy and heavy to care. "Deku," she corrected. "He told me to wrap it before my match with Bakugo. Your boyfriend was right." No use in denying it.
"That was good advice!" Recovery Girl tossed over her shoulder as she fetched medical supplies across the room.
"Yeah well," she shrugged with her good shoulder. "I won." A smile slowly crept to her face. "I'm not exactly sure how, but…"
"Remember my match with Midoriya during our first year?" he questioned.
Uraraka blinked. If Todoroki wasn't sitting across from her looking bruised and dirty as she was, she wouldn't be able to say who her last opponent was.
"Remember how it ended?"
"Yeah?" For the most part.
He nodded, "Pretty much what happened with us. Kinda what happened with Bakugo too?"
"I told you to use your left side and then freaked out when you passed out for the end of the match because I didn't kick your butt or you didn't go all out?" she questioned slowly. The fuzzy recollection of the past tickled at the edges of her consciousness as she struggled to remember the day's events.
"No," he laughed.
"Good."
"You caused an earthquake and a hailstorm though."
"Awesome," she smirked, wincing as her adrenaline faded.
"Kacchan wait-"
"Speaking of the two of them," Todoroki mumbled, sliding his eyes toward the door.
"You can't just barge in the-"
"Shut it, you damn nerd!"
"Dude, he's right! She was conscious when she left the field so stop worrying-
"I'm not fucking worried!"
Uraraka shook her head laughing. Using her good arm, she placed a hand to her forehead.
"Your boyfriend is annoying," Todoroki huffed, lying back on the cot.
"Yeah… " she sighed happily. "It's part of his charm."
He decided not to dignify that with a response as he closed his eyes.
Bakugo slammed the door open, racing into the room toward Uraraka with Midoriya on his heels. His eyes went directly to her shoulder then met her eyes, horrified. "You fucking dislocated her shoulder?!" Bakugo screamed, turning toward Todoroki.
"Kacchan-"
"Dude-"
"Hey asshole, I'm talking to you!" Bakugo slammed his hand on the metal table between the cots.
Todoroki opened his eyes, narrowing them.
"Excuse me," Recovery Girl stepped in front of them. Her hands firmly on her hips, she stared at them in clear disapproval. "These two students are injured. They are here getting treatment for their wounds. The battlefield is out there, so you can take that ruckus out of this room."
Bakugo deflated at the reprimand, sputtering, "But she-"
"Now."
"Wait," Uraraka started softly, looking at Recovery Girl and then to Bakugo before looking back at her with a hesitant smile. "Can he please stay?"
The older woman raised her eyebrow. "Really?"
Uraraka felt her face flush as she nodded slowly.
Recovery Girl looked to Bakugo.
The blonde tossed a sheepish hand behind his head, feeling his own face ignite.
"Okay," Recovery Girl sighed. "I'm going to have to pop her shoulder in, so if you don't wanna see that I suggest you leave."
"Is it that bad?" Uraraka questioned, eyes wide as she looked at the boys.
Kirishima whistled loudly as he stepped back.
Midoriya cringed, reliving the last few years of injuries he'd endured. "It's not pleasant."
"Yeah," Todoroki answered bluntly.
"Don't fucking tell her that!" Bakugo shouted. "This is your fault."
"Bakugo!" Uraraka fussed, reaching her leg out to tap him. "It was a match!"
Bakugo growled, placing a hand on top of her head, "That doesn't excuse him." His fingers gently threaded in her hair, tipping her head so he could look into her eyes.
"I'm sorry," Todoroki started venomously. "So it's okay for you to-"
"Be real fucking careful how you finish that sentence," Bakugo gently moved his hand underneath her chin fondly, turning his head to stare daggers at Todoroki. "She ain't fragile, but I'll be damned if you dislocate her shoulder."
"I'm terrified."
"You fuc-"
"Stop," Uraraka pleaded. "It's no one's fault. It happened. It was a match. I won." The pain was beginning to radiate from her shoulder.
"You did!" Kirishima nodded with a grin, giving her two thumbs up. "Super manly, Uraraka!"
"We didn't know you could cause a makeshift earthquake!" Midoriya smirked. "Though when you think about it-"
"Can you fucking nerd out later?" Bakugo snapped, reaching the end of his patience. "Leave us alone for a second, would you?"
Midoriya sheepishly stepped toward the door and directed his attention toward the ceiling tiles while Kirishima planted his back against the wall comfortably. Todoroki sat up on his cot, keeping his eyes locked on Bakugo in an act of defiance.
He would have drawn the curtain around the cot if Recovery girl wasn't in the room. "Bastard," Bakugo muttered, turning back to Uraraka.
"Hey you," she whispered, chuckling softly.
The scowl on his face slowly eased as they locked eyes. Cupping the side of her face, his thumb rubbed against her cheek as he smiled. "You kicked his ass." He leaned down toward her lips.
Uraraka laughed, dodging his lips.
"What?" he frowned.
Her eyes rolled to where Recovery Girl stood at her desk, watching them subtly from the medical cabinet as she gathered supplies.
"Eh, whatever." Bakugo settled for pressing a kiss against her forehead, ignoring the sound of Kirishima clearing his throat behind him. "She doesn't care."
"She does!" Recovery Girl informed as she set her supplies down on a tray loudly. "This is a medical room not the back seat of a car."
Uraraka blushed, biting back her laughter. "Later," she mouthed before looking up at the ceiling innocently.
"I'm holding you to that," Bakugo teased, grabbing her good hand. He stroked her knuckles, leaning down to bring his forehead against hers. "I'm fucking proud of you." As bold as he was, Bakugo normally wasn't so openly affectionate. She'd flipped a switch in him when she'd forced him to yield during their match that lit a fuse in his chest and the pit of her stomach.
"Thanks." Her chest fluttered at his praise as she rubbed their noses together.
"Okay," Recovery Girl cleared her throat, smirking as they quickly moved apart. "I think it's time we get that shoulder back into place, huh?"
"Uh yeah," Uraraka nodded, blushing furiously as she avoided the amused stares of her friends in the room.
So, we can either do this while you're awake or we can give you something to make you sleepy."
"You can't just heal it?" Uraraka questioned uneasily.
"I can speed up the healing once we get it back in the socket. I recommend we sedate you, but I don't think you'll be awake to get your medal-"
"Pop it back in." She didn't work her ass off to miss this moment.
"I think you want the drugs," Midoriya piped in from across the room. "Trust me on that."
"Deku is right-"
That bad?
"You want to be sedated," Bakugo warned.
"No," Uraraka shook her head. "I'm standing on that podium. I have earned this."
"No one is going to think less of you if you can't make it out there," Todoroki assured.
"The bastard is right," Bakugo nodded. "And you don't owe anyone an explanation."
"It's not about anyone. This is for me," Uraraka sighed stubbornly.
This was going to hurt.
"You'll still need a sling," Recovery Girl warned. "I'll heal a little bit before and then more after which will tire you out."
"Okay."
Recovery Girl stepped in front of her. "Are you sure?"
Uraraka nodded.
"Hold onto her," Recovery Girl instructed looking at Bakugo.
"I'm gonna wait outside," Kirishima excused himself, stepping out of the room quickly.
Bakugo gently wrapped an arm around her waist, using his other arm to gently turn her head to look away from her injury. "You don't wanna look."
"Why?" she mumbled.
"Just don't." His arm tightened around her, cupping the back of her head against him.
"Okay Ochako," Recovery Girl started, gently picking up her wrist and placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Ow, ow, ow," Uraraka whimpered, biting her lip at the small movement. Her free hand dug into Bakugo's shirt, nails piercing into his skin.
"I need you to take slow deep breaths and try to relax." Recovery Girl slowly moved her arm out straight. "We wanna get this in on the first try and the best thing you can do is relax."
"Okay." Her eyes drifted close, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
"Breathe," Bakugo whispered, rubbing his knuckles into her back.
"I'm ready!"
Recovery Girl nodded, "I'm gonna pop it in on the count of three.
Uraraka exhaled loudly, nodding back.
"One-"
She whimpered, eyes squeezing shut.
"Two-"
Todoroki turned away, "Nope." He'd dislocated his own shoulder several times while training with his father as a child.
That was enough for him.
"Thr-" Recovery Girl quickly snapped her arm back into place drawing a loud wail from Uraraka.
"Shit," Bakugo cursed, cringing at the sound of her shoulder going back into place. "You're okay, you're okay…" he murmured, patting her back.
"It hurts less when you don't see it coming."
"I think I'm gonna puke," Uraraka groaned, pain rolling through her arm. "I need to lie down. I need to-"
"Okay, I got you." Gently lowering her body to the bed, Bakugo smoothed her bangs down before lifting her feet onto the bed. "You're okay."
"You did good, Ochako," Recovery Girl assured, patting her arm. "I'm going to get you something for the pain and then we're gonna start healing alright?"
"Yeah," she croaked, panting as her eyes closed.
Bakugo stood at the side of the bed, brushing her bangs back, "Good job, angel face."
"I'm sorry I almost dislocated your shoulder," Uraraka sighed, covering her eyes with her good arm.
"Hey-"
"I don't think I'd wish that on my worst enemy," she chuckled, tears falling down her cheeks.
"Don't apologize," he snorted, leaning down close to her face. "You won."
Uraraka smiled, "I won."
"I hate to interrupt, but the next event is fifteen minutes from starting," Recovery Girl announced smiling. "So if any of you young men are participating in the next event, I think you should start making your way there."
Midoriya took a seat by the door, "I don't have an event until it gets dark. Can I keep Uraraka company?"
"I don't see why not?" Recovery Girl nodded.
Bakugo frowned.
That was supposed to be his job.
"Go," Uraraka whispered softly, looking at Bakugo. "Go kick ass."
"I can stay a little longer."
"No."
"Yeah."
"You don't wanna have to start in the back."
"It doesn't matter if I start in first place," he snorted gently. "The point is I finish there."
"Go," she told him grinning. "Go win." She winked, pressing her lips against two of her fingers before presenting them to him. "For luck."
Bakugo snorted, kissing her fingers, "Stay out of trouble."
"I'm done for today. I'm going to get my medal and take a nap, thank you very much."
"Good. I'll see you tonight."
"Later," she smirked, waving at him.
Bakugo turned his head away from the delighted glare from Recovery Girl, choosing to send a scowl at Midoriya and Todoroki, "What are you assholes looking at?"
"For a moment-" Todoroki groaned, standing. "I thought I was witnessing you act like a civilized human being, but I was mistaken."
"Not you, Todoroki," Recovery Girl scolded. "Students with concussion symptoms are not permitted to compete. Back on the cot, young man."
Bakugo smirked, looking past Todoroki to Uraraka, "Later, angel face." He watched her wave to him from the corner of his eye as he exited the room, making his way to the hallway where Kirishima was waiting for him to go to the next event.
To be Continued…