A/N: I'm doing it guys. Today's the day I update Fragile so that it's up-to-date with my fics on tumblr. Anyway, this drabble is favorite of mine. Prepare yourselves for much heartache. Please read and review!
Summary: "Does that nerd kiss you like this? Does he love you like this? Does he love you like me?"
Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia, Kohei Horikoshi does.
Bakugou hadn't meant to overhear them but unfortunately, he had.
He had been heading for the school rooftop to eat lunch in peaceful solitude when he had opened the door and had been greeted by the sound of two people making out with breathless fervor.
He had let out an angry "tch", pissed that he wouldn't be able to eat lunch where he wanted just because two shitfaces were too horny for each other to wait until after school. Just when he was about to close the door and head back down, he had overheard the pair's hushed whispers.
"I…zuku…"
"Uraraka…san…"
Bakugou hears Ochako giggle – the same way she used to giggle at him – and suddenly, he's frozen in place with his hand stuck to the doorknob as his heart thunders painfully at the memory.
"I keep telling you to just call me Ochako." She had said similar words to him before too; had told him with bated breath to just call her Ochako as his fingers had weaved through her short, brown hair.
And with a kiss he had told her to just call him Katsuki.
"Okay," he hears Midoriya relent with an embarrassed chuckle and fire licks angrily in Bakugou's veins at the thought of the fucking nerd brazenly calling her by her first name.
His mind rings hollow and empty as he's overcome with the flames of white-hot rage and jealousy burning in the marrow of his bones. His ears are assaulted with the sound of heated breaths and the rushed meeting of lips as they resume kissing. Each time Ochako gasps "Izuku" and Midoriya whispers "Ochako" he feels his heart twist painfully with endless rage and heartbreak and it takes everything he has to hold back from pummeling the green-haired shitstain to a pulp.
"Yo, Bakugou! You up there?"
He's startled back to reality at Kirishima's voice echoing in the stairwell and he looks down to notice the tendrils of grey smoke trailing from the doorknob as it burns bright red in his furious grasp.
He lets go of the doorknob and listens again. The sound of the pair moaning into each other's mouth assures him that they hadn't heard Kirishima's call and Bakugou stomps down the stairs before they can catch him eavesdropping.
Bakugou hadn't meant to overhear them but unfortunately, he had.
And now, as minature explosions crackle angrily in his clenched fists, all he can think of is the way Ochako had gleefully whispered, "Izuku" over and over and over again…
~x~
"We need to talk." Ochako approaches him at the end of the school day as the rest of their classmates file out of the classroom and into the hallway.
"About what?" He can't hold back the biting tone in his voice as he stands to his feet and hefts his schoolbag onto his shoulder. He glowers down at her and she crosses her arms in defiance. She had never been one to be intimidated by him. "About how you were sucking that fucking nerd's face?"
"Bakugou-kun!" Her cheeks blaze bright red as she quickly looks around the classroom to make sure that nobody was listening.
"Everybody's gone, round- face." He freezes at his old nickname for her. It opens old wounds and the flash of nostalgia in her eyes as she looks up at him tells him that she feels the same.
"Anyway, don't waste your time worrying," he finds his voice again with a scowl, "I couldn't give two shits about who you're making out with and I don't care enough to go telling others about it either."
"I know you wouldn't," she assures him with a gentle smile and he lets out a curt "tch" as he turns his head to look away from her.
"How'd you know it was me, anyway?"
"I can tell those singe marks from anywhere," she teases. "Honestly, you might as well have written, "Katsuki was here"—."
She trails off as she unconsciously calls him by his first name and both their cheeks burn red at the shared realization. A heavy silence descends upon them, measured out by the steady ticking of the wall clock, before Bakugou drudges up the courage to break the silence.
"Do you love him?" His hands clench into fists as he tries to calm the nervous hammering of his heart against his ribs.
Her blush grows at the abrupt question. "Deku-kun's my best friend."
He frowns. This isn't the answer he wants.
"Yea, but do you fucking love him?"
Like you did me.
"I…I don't know yet."
"Then…what about me?"
She squares her shoulders and takes in a deep breath as if preparing herself for what she was going to say next.
"I did."
He takes a step toward her and she takes a step back.
"So…more than fucking Deku?"
"Katsuki," his first name slips out again from habit, "that's…that's not a fair question. You know that…"
There's another step forward for him and another step back for her.
"Just fucking…tell me."
Ochako lets out a shaky breath as she feels her back press against the wall and he hovers above her. They're so close now. She hadn't been this close to him since before he'd broken up with her and now that he was a mere arms-length away she can feel the rush of all the emotions he used to make her feel: the pain, the happiness, the hurt, the joy and most of all…
Her eyes search his before she lets out a breathless sigh.
…Most of all, the desire.
"You know that," her words are measured and careful as she picks up from where he had interrupted her and tries to hide the flutter in her voice, "that I loved you more than anything."
"Then come back to me."
Her eyes widen as she feels the familiar pressure of his hands at her hips. He slowly dips his head into the crook of her neck, his nose nuzzling the column of her neck as he takes in a deep breath. Her nostalgic fragrance of white peaches takes him back to a time when she was his and he was hers. It takes him back to the time when it was his hands – and not that fucking nerd's – that would roam across the planes of her body, when it was his kisses that would make her unfurl with breathless delight.
He pulls closer to her – their chests brushing with each heavy breath – and he hears her suck in a sharp breath as their fingertips brush.
"Katsu….Bakugou-kun…" She opts for his last name in a futile attempt to create distance between them but her fingers intertwine with his against her better reason. She knows where this was going and knows that it doesn't mean anything good for either of them but her body betrays her. "You're so…you're so selfish…"
"Just come back to me," he repeats and his wet lips press into the hollow of her collarbone. He smirks as her mouth parts with a surprised gasp and she surges into him. He knows what she likes and remembers that kisses on her neck or her collar drove her mad with want. Instinctively, she rolls her head back as he threads his fingers through the chestnut tufts of her hair and his lips follow the line of her collarbone.
"Does that fucking nerd kiss you like this?" She shudders at the heat of his breath fanning over her as his lips burn angry, red constellations into her porcelain skin. "Does he touch you like this?" He pushes her further against the classroom wall and her pleased whimpers echo in the empty classroom as his teeth nip at her collarbone. "Does he love you like this? Does he love you like me?"
Somehow, the last part of his words brings her reeling back to reality and before he can register what's happening Ochako's shoved him away and his left cheek is greeted with the resounding smack of her palm.
"You never loved me!" He hears her hiss as he presses a hand to his burning cheek.
Bakugou looks up and opens his mouth to release a string of his usual profanities but is stunned silent by her tortured expression. The heated pain throbbing in his cheek is no comparison to the agony of watching her face scrunch up with suppressed sobs as fat teardrops roll down her pink, round cheeks.
"I hate you," she whispers in a voice shredded with pain as she drops her hand in muted shame and disappointment in herself. She can't believe that he had snuck through her defenses again; that his kiss and his touch were still enough to steal her breath away. She hates him, she hates what he does to her but most of all she hates herself for falling for him every time.
Ochako sees the way her words cut into him in the flashes of pain and anger reflected in the crimson of his eyes but she was much too exhausted to care. He had been the one to let her go before and now she has to do the same.
And so with hot tears spilling down her cheeks, chest heaving and weak, shuddering breaths, she lets him go.
"Bakugou-kun," she hiccups through her sobs, "I hate you more than anything."