Bakugou was starving. He'd been out all morning chasing three idiots who had decided to try rob the local bank and with one of them having a damn teleport quirk, it had taken longer than Bakugou would of liked. It was now way past lunch time and he could feel his stomach trying to eat itself in protest. If he didn't eat soon he was sure his stomach would just collapse in on itself.

As he stomped loudly past the shared offices, he realised almost every desk was empty, bar one. Everyone must have been in the cafeteria for lunch. But his head snapped up when he realised who was the only one left in the office.

Ochako Uraraka was sat hunched over her desk, typing furiously on her keyboard, occasionally stopping to growl and sigh. Bakugou took one step forward but stopped himself. He hadn't really spoken to her much since they had both started at Gunheads hero agency. He hadn't been avoiding her, infact out of everyone here, he quite liked talking to her, she was smart and knew how to hold his interest unlike the rest of these extras, he'd just been swamped with work since starting and Ochako had always seemed to be stuck behind her desk. For the first time since he started, Bakugou wondered why that was.

Before he could form another thought, he was half across the office, heading straight for her desk, although she seemed not to notice. Either she was engrossed in whatever she was doing or she was pretending she couldn't hear the loud thuds of his footsteps. He grabbed a random chair as he got closer, swung in round infront of him, slammed it down next to her and threw himself down on the chair backwards, his sweaty, dirt covered arms folded over the backrest. Ochako let out a squeak as she jumped at the sound of Bakugou slamming himself down in the chair and looked up at him, her big brown eyes going from startled to confused. Even sitting down she was a full head shorter than him.

"What are you doing?" He hadn't meant it to sound so aggressive and yet it still sounded like he was accusing her of doing something wrong.

"I- Uhm. I'm doing a background check on some people for Gunhead," Ochako answered cheerily, but something about her tone was off. Something about her entire face was off but he couldn't quite place it. Was she paler than normal?

"Can't Metal Face do that himself? He's got eyes underneath that stupid thing right?" Bakugou leaned over the back of his chair and read her screen. Why was she being stuck here doing desk work?

"He's out on a mission right now, and I had nothing to do so I offered to do it. But now I'm regretting it. It's so boring when the person doesn't have anything remotely interesting in their background," Ochako took in a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. Something about the action was bugging him. What was it?

"Take a break then," Bakugou said, matter of factly. It made sense to him. If you don't want to do something then stop doing it.

Ochako shook her head and smiled softly, but her cheeks didn't puff up like the normal did and Bakugou had to stop himself from grabbing her face just to check. She started talking but he wasn't listening now. He was scanning her up and down. Her cheeks weren't as round as they normally were, they were slightly drawn in, her skin was paler, and eyes had dark circles underneath them. Her hero costume wasn't as tight as it used to be either, it looked like it was a size to big for her. Damn it. She hasn't been eating.

Ochako had stopped talking now and was back to mindlessly typing and scrolling through the criminals file. Even her fingers looked thinner. Maybe to other people it wouldn't of even looked so bad, but Bakugou had always paid attention to Ochako. Ever since their time at UA he'd always been able to spot when she was exhausted from staying up all night studying, or when she was starving from not being able to afford food. That was why he never made a big deal if he saw her sleeping in class, or would occasionally give her half his lunch because he'd "had enough" or "ate earlier".

So why had it taken him this long to notice it this time?

He knew why. He'd been so investing in working he couldn't remember the last time he'd checked up on her. Part of him had just assumed once they were Pro Heroes, she'd be fine. That she'd get her sleep and eating habits back on track once they were out of the stress of UA. But he failed to factor in how stressful being a Pro Hero itself is. Especially when you aren't getting work. It hadn't gone unnoticed that Ochako hadn't been out on many missions since they had started here, and if you weren't getting work, you weren't getting paid. It was one way to motivate Pros to keep on their toes.

"Move. Lunctime. Now," Bakugou snapped, standing up and throwing his chair haphazardly back towards where he had taken it from.

Ochako stopped typing again and looked up at him in surprise, having to crane her neck back now he was standing. A pain ran through Bakugous stomach when he saw how thin her neck looked.

"I-uh. I can't I forgot my lunch today. I'll eat when I go home. But you go, I'm sure I'll see you later Bakugou. It was nice of you to say "Hi" today."

Bakugou wasn't taking that as an answer.

"Be right back," He growled as he turned on his heel and stormed off, leaving Ochako to her typing.

Twenty minutes later Bakugou returned to Ochakos desk, just as loudly but this time with two plates of hot food and two bottles of water.

Ochako gaped at him in surprise.

"Uh, Bakugou? What are you doing?"

"Having lunch. I made too much, cause only nerds measure shit. So you can have the extra stuff." He shoved the second plate down infront of Ochako, without another word dragged over the same chair from before and started eating in silence.

"Bakugou! You didn't have to make me lunch I'm fine really-" Ochako started frantically waving her hands infront of herself, leaning away from the plate of food like it was some sort of dangerous animal.

"Don't be an idiot. I didn't make you lunch. I made me lunch and made too much. Now eat it before it gets cold." Bakugou waved his hand at Ochako as he shovelled more food into his mouth. For a second they made eye contact and it almost looked like she was going to try, before she cleared her throat, mumbled a "thank you" and started eating.

When they were both finished, Ochako picked up their plates and got to her feet.

"What are you doing?" Bakugou barked, standing up to block her path.

"I'm going to clean the plates, obviously," Ochako smiled at him and he felt his chest tighten. She still looked thin and pale, but some of that pink colour was back in her cheeks again.

"No. I can wash my own plates," Bakugou tried to take the plates from her hands but she activated her quirk and before he could react they were floating a good five feet above his head.

"That's cheating! Put them down, Pink Cheeks!" Bakugou growled at her but she just laughed in his face.

"Look. You were nice enough to share lunch with me, so as a thank you, I'll clean the plates," Ochako's smile got even bigger as she tapped her thighs and gracefully floated up to grab the plates and flipped over Bakugous head, releasing her quirk so she landed with a soft "thump" behind him.

She walked out the office with both the plates and Bakugou stood staring after her with his mouth hanging open. What was it about her that always left him amazed and confused?

*Three Weeks later*

Bakugou sat slumped behind his desk, his legs stretched out infront of him, his arms crossed over his firm chest as he tried not to fall asleep. He'd been up all night on a stake out with Gunhead last night and he was regretting not accepting his boss's offer of a day off today to sleep. He glared down at his phone as he pressed the lock screen button to look at the time. He only had four hours left until he could clock out and go home. Four hours or fighting his eyelids, that were getting heavier by the minute. If he was being honest this might a fight he wasn't going to win. No one would notice if he shut his eyes for ten minutes, right? There was hardly anyone in the office anyway. Most people were out on patrol or missions.

As Bakugous half closed eyes scanned the office around him, he was surprised to find Ochakos desk empty. He sat up slightly to look around but sure enough she wasn't anywhere to be found. Where was she?

Bakugou checked his phone again. It was almost time for lunch, and for the last few weeks they had both been having lunch together. Despite telling her he still wasn't making lunch for her, he had infact been making an extra portion everyday for Ochako, but he'd never admit it. He wasn't soft. But he had to admit, seeing the difference in Ochako since she'd been eating more had gave him a strange sense of relief. Her cheeks were back to their normal round selves and that pink blush never seemed to leave her face anymore. The dark circles under her eyes had also gotten better, although they were still there and the weird sickly pale tone of her skin had mostly gone, although sometimes it was there first thing in the morning, when she clearly come into work without breakfast, but the day after Bakugou noticed that, he'd came in early and left a protien bar on her desk. he'd done that every day since.

There was something about Ochako looking unwell that caused Bakugou a weird sense of pain. It hurt him to see her like that. She was a good person, a good hero and she couldn't exactly help other people if she wasn't well enough to help herself. So Bakugou was just being a good Hero by helping her. That was all it was. Or at least what he kept telling himself.

And it had obviously helped. Ochako had been called out on her first real Pro Hero mission last week and there's no way she would of been able to kick so much ass if she had been exhausted and starving. She had been so happy when she came back, bad guy caught and put away, her massive smile bright enough to power the entire agency for a month. Bakugou had brought in her favourite strawberry mochi for her the next day. That time he had admitted it was specifically for her.

"Lunchtime!" A loud cheerful squeak interrupted Bakugous day dream of him and Ochako laughing over mochi. He looked up to see a beaming Ochako standing infront of him, two paper bags in her hands.

"What's that?" Bakugou nodded his head towards the bags, his arms still folded across his chest.

She placed the bags down on the edge of his desk and turned to pull a chair over as she spoke.

"Lunchtime. Like I said. I got paid for that mission last week so I decided to buy lunch!" She yanked open one of the bags and started taking out boxes and placing them on his desk. She looked so happy with herself, and he imagined it might be a bigger deal than she was letting on. She had been so used to not having money, that something as simple as buying herself lunch was an achievement in itself. He smirked at her but a part of him was sad. Once she started making money regularly as a Pro Hero, like he knew she would soon, their lunch times together would stop, wouldn't they? If he wasn't making her lunch then there was no reason to have lunch with her.

Well, no excuse. He could lie to Ochako and everyone else if he wanted but he couldn't lie to himself about it, as much as he had tried over the last couple weeks. He really enjoyed spending time with her. And now he was actually feeling disappointed that he wouldn't have an excuse to spend an hour a day with her, just talking about nonsense.

"Are you going to eat or not?" Ochakos sweet voice interrupted his thoughts for a second time, and it was then he realised that his desk was covered in enough food to feed two people.

"What's this?" Bakugou sat up straight, his eyes scanning the boxes of food as Ochako pulled two bottles of cola out the last paper bag and placed one infront of him.

"It's food Bakugou. I know it wont be as good as the stuff you make, but I-"

"You didn't have to buy me lunch, Roundface," He looked at her quizzically. There was something about the way she was avoiding his eyes that made him suspicious.

She straightened her shoulders and opened one of the boxes infront of her.

"I didn't buy you lunch. I bought too much. You can have the extras," She spoke softly as she pulled a strawberry mochi from the box and bit into it, still not looking him in the eye.

Little shit. Bakugou scowled, but a small smirk escaped him as he reached over and plucked the mochi out her hands.

"Hey!" Ochako tried to grab it back, but Bakugou was fast and held the half eaten mochi above his head.

"You can't have mochi first! You eat proper food first," He leaned in and closed the box with his spare hand.

"Oh come on! It's just lunch! Please?" She pleaded with him, her large brown eyes darting between his face and her mochi above his head. He tried to resist but it was pointless. He could count on both hands the amount of times she'd managed to convince him to let her eat sweets before her proper lunch recently. Bakugou let out a sigh and handed her back the mochi, which she took with both hands and a victorious squeak. He shook his head, laughing to himself as he opened the box infront of him and took out his own chocoalate mochi.

Ochako looked at him and raised a tiny eyebrow at him.

"Can't beat em, join em," he said before taking a bite. Ochako let out a mischievous giggle before she finished her sweet and reached for her cola.

"I knew you'd come around eventually! No one can resist the powerful draw of the mochi!" She dug into another one as Bakugou swallowed his own and cleared his throat.

"Yeah. No one can resist you, Mochi."

"What did you just call me?" Ochako almost choked on her food. Her eyes were wide like a deer being faced with an eighteen wheeler truck.

"Mochi. Get used to it. Oh and I'm taking you to dinner tonight," Bakugou said, matter of factly, not looking away from her as he spoke. He watched as she swallowed hard before she spoke again.

"Dinner? Why?" Was all she managed to get out. The blush on her cheeks was almost glowing now.

"As a thank you for lunch. I always order too much anyway. You can have the extras."