Uraraka's legs swung cheerily as her cinnamon eyes scanned Bakugo's room. Infamous for his ridiculously short temper, lack of patience, and endless dictionary of vulgar language, it never occurred to her just how impressively organized and serene his room was. Not a single article of clothing left astray, his papers and books were neatly stacked in a corner on his desk, the floor was lint and dust free with only a couple of dumbells occupying it, and his bed would have been straight as a ruler if it weren't for her currently claiming it as her rest spot. "Too bad he's a bipolar hothead," she mumbled out loud and quickly placed a hand over her mouth.

Bakugo's face sprung from the line of hanging clothes in his closet and wrinkled an abhorrent scowl. "What the hell are you still doing here? Our hour's up. Beat it!" He threw her one last evil eye before retreating into the hangers to rummage through more of his things.

"So..." Uraraka hummed and batted her lashes innocently, ignoring his earlier demand. "You're...going to a mixer tonight, huh?"

Bakugo stumbled back out, juggling a variety of clothes from leather jackets and pants to denim jeans to light cotton shirts. "Not that it's any of your business, but yeah. I am."

Uraraka rolled her eyes. She should have figured he'd give her a sarcastically blunt answer like that one.

Luckily, after all that transpired between her and Bakugo, both had an unsaid, mutual agreement to return to status quo. They resumed their daily hour meetings, sat together for lunch once in a while, and studied mostly in silence either in Bakugo's dorm room or the common room. After all, they were now 'even' so there was no need to delve into other possible meanings behind the sensuous kiss they shared. Nope. None.

Or so Uraraka wanted to think, but her racing heart flagrantly disagreed. 'Cheh!' her mind bawled, 'It happened just recently so the memory is still fresh! Darn you, Bakugo!'

To rub salt in the wound, the spiky-haired exhibitionist had plans to attend a mixer the whole time. Despite the simplicity of their reconciliation, Uraraka secretly hoped that he would change his mind sometime midweek or laugh it off as a joke, but his answer shot that idea down without remorse.

"This is stupid," Bakugo grumbled as he lifted each of his wears for comparison. "Screw what Kirishimshits thinks. I'm just gonna go all black." He picked a black graphic tee from the pile and gripped the hem of his muscle shirt to remove it, only to stop short at remembering Uraraka's presence. Sighing, he turned to her and said, "Do you mind? If you're not going to leave, then at least have the decency to not look at me while I change. Damn perv."

It took a couple of seconds longer for what he said to dawn on Uraraka before her face glowed a rosy pink and she was fumbling over herself to turn away. She'd already seen the guy half naked before, so why was she so worked up now? Eh, who was she kidding... Even then she reacted poorly and remembering their lip session only made it harder for her to keep calm.

The rustling of clothes trumpeted in her ears, but she could only press her palms against her feverish cheeks and close her eyes. "S-s-so!" she stammered to distract herself from the imagery, "Which girls from our class did you guys invite along? No-not that I care about not being invited! J-just...uh, I never figured you to have any interest in d-dating anyone, s-so..." She mentally slapped herself. 'Great job, Ochaco. You just came off as a sad outcast trying to invite herself along. Chehhh!'

Bakugo popped his head out from the shirt and inserted his arms into its sleeves for a comfortable fit. "They're not from our class. They're buzzbolt's friends from his middle school or something."

'Ara!' Uraraka bit the corner of her lip. 'Kaminari's girl friends?' She had to admit that boy had a good sense of the word 'cute,' which meant the mixer would be full of...cute girls. A sour feeling bubbled from her stomach as she peered over at Bakugo's clock- 6:48 P.M. Only less than two hours left until the big date.

"Yo!" Kirishima greeted and strolled in with a peppy hand wave. He smiled at seeing Uraraka perched snugly on Bakugo's bed and Bakugo standing over her with piles of clothes under his feet. 'These two sure are getting comfortable with each other,' he mused to himself.

"Hi, Kirishima!" Uraraka chirped back, "How's it going?"

Bakugo kicked his clothes aside and yowled, "What is it with people and just casually barging into my room?! I appreciate my privacy, y'know. Privacy!"

Kirishima looked over the blonde and frowned. "You are not wearing cartoon tees to our first mixer." Disregarding the angry shouts, he made a quick dial on his phone. "Kaminari! Hey, can you come to Bakugo's room really quick? We need your experienced advice on something."

"Oy!" Bakugo rebuked, "Who the hell said you could invite people over?!"

The door opened yet again but this time, Todoroki popped in with a look of surprise at discovering the number of people inside. His gaze stopped at the only female, ignoring the looks from the other two. "Uraraka, I've been looking for you. Sorry to be so sudden, but Midoriya still needs help moving in the new stuff for his room."

Bakugo bared his teeth at the new intruder. "You... Just who do you think y-"

"Oh, right!" Uraraka jumped to her feet. "I forgot that was tonight. Sorry about that."

"You found her, Todoroki?" Midoriya's voice spoke from the hall, "Ah! Ur-Ura-Uraraka! Hi! Yo-you're in Kacchan's room?"

"Hi, Deku!" the brunette cheered and waved to him. "Hold on, I'll go to you." She reached out to Todoroki who blinked cluelessly at her gesture. Kindly, she tilted her head at him and smiled. "Can you help me down, please? It's kind of stuffy in here."

"Right," Todoroki nodded before taking her hand. She tripped over the blanket along the way and fell forward, but was caught by the waist and gently lowered to the floor by the blue-eyed teen. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," Uraraka gulped, pulling away from him. "Thanks, Todoroki. And sorry for falling on you like that."

"..." Bakugo's eye twitched at the two as they struggled to squeeze out of his room.

The door opened wider when a half-dressed Kaminari popped his head in and looked around the bustling dorm room. "Whoa!" he whistled in awe, "It's pretty lively in here. I didn't know you were throwing a party, Bakugo! I thought you hated people."

"Yo, Kaminari," Kirishima stepped in before Bakugo could reply. "Tell Bakugo he can't wear childish shirts to the mixer. You got anything he can borrow that's more...date-friendly?"

"Hmm, actually I might just have-"

"Get out!" Bakugo bellowed, "I want every one of you flunkfucks gone before I really lose it! Get the hell out of my room! Now!"

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After nearly an hour of preparing and grooming, Kirishima and Sero showed up sharing the layered button up style while Kaminari donned a grey vest and white collared, rolled up sleeve combo. The trio stood by the gates, glancing nervously at their phones as the time for their mixer came nigh.

"Where's Bakurella at?" Sero fussed, "It's almost eight! We don't want to give the girls the wrong impression already."

Kirishima shrugged back. "He was pretty mad when he kicked us out, but that's nothing new. Besides, he's not here yet either. I wonder what's keeping them..."

"Ah," Kaminari pointed, "There he is!"

A lean figure emerged from the campus' dark fog, his lips pressed to a sober facet as he dragged his flat sneakers along the ground. His eyes, astute and forbidding, pierced through the darkness, honing in on the three others before him and gleaming with wariness at the odd gathering. He stopped before them and tucked a hand into his left pant pocket while steadying his navy blue satchel with the other hand.

Kaminari beamed at their companion. "Glad you could make it after all, Todoroki."

"Hm," Todoroki shrugged and brushed stray strands of silver and cardinal hair from his eyes.

Bakugo's encroaching form followed not long after. His eyes, in contrast to Todoroki's, burned with wolfish bloodlust and his palms glowed a fierce gold. He was oozing malignity and everyone could see it was all aimed at a certain dual-element wielder. "Half-and-Half bastard!" he barked, "What the hell are you doing here?! Who invited him?!" He turned to the other three, nostrils flaring and his mouth practically spewing flames of scorn.

Sero nudged Kirishima by the elbow and whispered, "You know, since this is his first mixer, I kind of imagined Bakugo's debut to be like..."

Both conjured a mild-mannered image of the blond wearing a pinned and proper black suit with his hair groomed neatly like how Best Jeanist had styled it before. The illusory Bakugo smirked at them and spoke with a cocky wink, "Let's go, guys! We've got ladies to impress tonight." Their imagination then evaporated to reveal the abominable reality of their spiky-haired friend snarling and hissing at them like a wild honey badger. Only, this was a literal, ticking time bomb of a honey badger.

"...N-no," Kirishima sighed in complete disagreement, "Don't ever go there again, Sero."

"You're right," Sero also sighed, "Now I feel gross."

"Hah?!" Bakugo growled again.

"I invited him!" Kaminari came forward. He started with a strong and unbending expression but that crumbled into fear and uncertainty as soon as the frenzied blonde glowered over him with chompers ready to decapitate his next prey. "I-i-it was the only way to get the mi-mixer going," he admitted, "The event page wasn't getting any responses s-so...since Todoroki's kind of...y'know...the girls' favorite in the class I-I just, um... I posted a picture of the people attending including him a-and-"

"I was promised free soba," Todoroki explained for the more jittery blond, "That's all I'm here for."

Silence hung in the air as the others stared at Todoroki, impressed by his shameless disclosure. Though, they could not say it was unexpected either.

Almost immediately, Bakugo pulled away from the group and began stomping back to the school building. "Screw this," he spat, "I don't care about this shit anymore, Kirishima, I'm not going."

"Oh, no you don't," Kirishima smirked and yanked his best friend back by his collar. "Unless... You're admitting that you do have feelings for-"

"Shut up!" Bakugo jerked towards the redhead and shook him violently. "Shut up right now!"

"What was that?" Kaminari asked, cupping a hand to his ear.

And just like that, Kirishima achieved his second victory over his tsundere companion. As the group made their way into town, they gradually separated into little clumps. While Sero, Kaminari and Todoroki walked further ahead, Kirishima remained next to Bakugo to ask the unwanted question, "How are you and Uraraka doing, by the way?"

Bakugo choked on his own spit at the sudden inquiry, coughing loudly but waving away the concerned looks the others gave him. Aside from Kirishima- the merciless bastard was grinning at him like a retarded hyena. Having caught his breath, Bakugo straightened up and shoved his hands into his short-sleeve jacket's pockets. There was no way he would ever tell Kirishima the sin he and Uraraka committed in the classroom that day. And there was absolutely no way he would vent about how annoying it had been for him to maintain a nonchalant facade of stability for the sake of bringing his and Uraraka's relationship to how it was before.

If he had to put it simply, the mental and emotional turbulence was maddening and he hated himself so much for doing what he did. Ever since that fateful afternoon, the girl never left his mind. She'd smile at him every morning before class started, smile at him during lunch, secretly steal glances at him as they studied but then smile at him when she got caught, and she'd even smile at him in his deepest sanctums of sleep. 'Fuck my life,' he cursed himself each day but kept as indifferent a persona as he could retain around her. Those lips- those damned lips that teased him so. He could still remember their warmth and softness coated with the intoxicating taste of her saliva. Against his better wisdom, he could not help but thirst for another sinful dose. It killed him how clueless Uraraka was to his carnal yearning, always sticking close to him and carelessly hanging out in his room like he was just another female friend. Was a little tantrum the extent of how much their kiss affected her? He took some offense to that. She was lucky he had enough restraint to keep himself from defiling her famous purity as he was changing earlier, his predatory eyes grazing precariously over the smooth curves of her back and neck as she fiddled around and constantly touched her face for who-knows-what reason. He wanted nothing more than to hold and tease her again, to marvel the unique look of shock and bashfulness that she gave him before. While her smiles could be for anyone, that expression was for him alone to devour and savor to his heart's content and if he could see it even just one more time, he'd gladly lay his life down for that chance.

'What the shit?' Bakugo felt his mind go hollow.

"That good, huh?" Kirishima interrupted the boy's musings with a knowing grin.

Bakugo's face pinked as he shot the redhead a stringent glare. "Fuck off." His skin suddenly prickled, directing his gaze to the street just beside the gates. Aside from a lone old man in a large trench coat operating his phone under a lamppost, an advertiser waving around a small pile of pamphlets in their costume and a few locals taking a late evening stroll, there was nothing much amiss. 'Hm, just my imagination I guess. Weird.' Frowning, he slowly relaxed again and followed after the others.

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Of all the places for their mixer to be held, it had to be the new tacky, cutesy and trending restaurant "Da-1," mainly catered to couples or group dates. The girls were already seated to one side of the large table by the time the boys arrived. A round of giggles drifted about them as the U.A. group seated themselves on the opposite side and Kaminari eagerly introduced his friends to each other.

To Bakugo, the strangers were just potatoes with limbs. Luckily for him, his brain had this amazing censorship feature where anything that did not interest him, be it people, conversations or especially names, there would just be a loud 'bleep' or a crudely drawn image to replace those things for him. So while the girls kept their potato shapes in his eyes, Kaminari's introduction went something like, "This is -bleep- and she was -bleep-bleep-bleep- and -bleep- over here -bleep-bleep-bleep-bleep- so many times! It was -bleep- and -bleep-bleep-!" The table joined in jolly laughter after that, except for Todoroki and Bakugo who gave each other looks of 'What the hell are we supposed to do?' Their silence surmised that lone wolves such as them tagging along in a group event was a terrible idea after all. To their slight relief, their server finally took down everyone's orders and worked on fetching their food and drinks.

"Whoa, you guys are adventurous!" Kirishima entertained the girls with his toothy grin. He appeared interested in a particularly lumpier potato that spoke in a high pitched voice. "You should invite us along next time."

"Yeah, I'm pretty handy when it comes to exploring high places," Sero joined in and smiled at the deformed potato next to the lumpier one.

"Wow, what a cool quirk!" the potato girls cooed in response and giggled again.

Bakugo rolled his eyes at his cringy friends and took a quick glimpse of what Todoroki was doing. He, too, was fussed over by two other potatoes but seemed unbothered, quietly eating away at his promised soba and nodding occasionally at their comments. Bakugo found it amusing how, even with just an icy glance from the boy, the potatoes would shake and squeal among themselves and fuss over him even more. 'Tch,' he chuckled internally, 'Give the girls a slightly good face and they go all gah, huh? Simple-minded idiots.'

"Welcome!" the hostess by the entrance greeted an old man in a trench coat as he entered the establishment. She offered to take the coat for him but he politely declined and insisted to be seated as he was.

'The old man from the gates,' Bakugo noticed as the person took the booth next to them, but quickly dismissed that memo. His mind was preoccupied with the memory of Uraraka's coy interactions with Todoroki at the moment, dissecting them of any hidden meanings the average person may have missed. He considered the possibility that she finally got over her little crush on curly top and moved on to a more 'quiet and mysterious' type for a change of pace.

Uraraka; he couldn't help but compare her to these girls, asking himself if she giggled as often as them, blushed as much, or looked just as excited when around a boy she liked. She always did scamper away when confronted about her feelings so it was hard to tell. The only time she'd actually stay put and give a genuine insight into her heart was when she talked about her aspirations to attain an easier life for her parents, free of struggle and financial worries. But then she would get embarrassed for some reason and run off again. 'Always running off somewhere.' Strangely enough, he fulfilled his revenge and restored face, but why did he still ache for her? Her warmth, presence, smiles, tears, touches, and kisses...he wanted it all to himself. But now other potential interests for her were appearing and something in him burned to yell, 'Fuck off!' to all of them. Was this the 'love' Kirishima was talking about? 'No way,' he reasoned, 'Curiosity. This is just selfish curiosity.' He looked over at Todoroki again. 'Damn bastard...' Scoffing in disgust, he bent over to pick up his drink but was stopped by a pale hand that rested atop his.

Red nail polish and slender fingers laced in gold fashion rings.

He glared at the obnoxious hand's owner and was surprised to find not a potato looking back at him, but a fair-skinned girl with thick, wavy raven hair and crimson doe eyes more prominent than his or Kirishima's. She tilted her head in wonder, her long, dark lashes fluttering at him as her red, glossed lips curled into an inviting smile. He could not stop his cheeks from warming at the awkwardness he felt but kept his glare on her. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked bluntly.

Kaminari was trembling from his lonely corner, unsure of the dangerous situation unfolding before him. "Hana!" he squeaked, "Yo-you shouldn't-"

"Katsuki, right?" the girl addressed as Hana purred, "I love your shirt. It's very...expressive." She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles and the gutsy combo effectively muted the whole table.

"Eh?" Bakugo smirked, "If 'Fuck Bitches' doesn't turn you off then you're something else. And who the fuck gave you the right to call me by my first name?"

Hana pulled her hand away and flicked her hair over her bare shoulder. "I like to get straight to the point and become familiar with people I like as fast as possible." She watched Bakugo's eyes travel down with her hands as she purposely fiddled with the flower decoration just below her cleavage, teasingly pulling it down her already low-cut tight shirt and then springing it back up to emphasize her sizeable breasts. Smirking, she then snapped her fingers, firing Bakugo's eyes back into their sockets and exciting her ego even more. "I'm Himura Hana. But as Denki just said..." She leaned over the table and laced her fingers together. "Call me Hana."

Kirishima and Sero gaped at one another nervously, Todoroki took another hearty sip from his soba, and Kaminari bit his fingernails, near falling off his chair and making a sprint for the exit. The other girls exchanged knowing looks with each other, blacklisting Bakugo as 'marked' for Hana's next meal.

After regaining his composure, Bakugo slammed his fist on the table and leaned over to her as well. "I'm calling you for what you are," he sneered, "And that's 'Bitch,' bitch."

His bitterness did not appall her as Bakugo expected, but instead made Hana grin in return and sass with, "Well, if your shirt's a promise, then I don't mind that name in the slightest."

A round of "Oooh!" cooed throughout the table at the showdown of spunky wit. Bakugo's knuckles whitened in anticipation as his teeth shone in a sadistic smirk. It seemed he would be getting the entertainment he sought tonight after all.