It was a warm summer night, the end of their second year in the UA slowly ending. Ochako could say she was proud of herself. How much she improved her skills, how much she became stronger since the fight with Bakugo.
She looked in the direction of the mentioned hothead, who was sitting at the bar alone, holding a glass with a golden liquor. Whiskey maybe. He also improved very much, but that wasn't the first thing that came to her mind, when she looked at him. No, it was pity and she knew if he knew about it, he would have killed her. He hated it when they felt sorry for him. He would always yell "I don't need your damn pity, so leave me the fuck alone!" But no one could help it since his parents died in a nasty car crash. He didn't come to school for a week she wasn't even sure if he was at the dorms. And Ochako was frightened just how much she was worried about him. Those sleepless nights. Those nights filled with endless questions. Is he alright? Where is he? Does he eat enough? Should I take a look at him? Should I visit him? Is he at home? Does he have anybody else? When will I see him again? When will he come back? As her impatience and worry grew bigger and bigger and mostly - unbearable, he decided to show up. She didn't know if it was a joy or anger perhaps, but she was sure as hell it was a relief. Seeing him, even with those dark circles under his red, visibly tired eyes. His uniform was wrinkled, a lot and his blonde hair seemed even messier than usual. He didn't talk to anyone that day.
And now, here she was. Staring at him, sipping on his drink across the filthy pub Kaminari's cousin owned. The mention of his drink reminded her of her's beverage, which remained still untouched. She wasn't really into drinking, well she didn't have a chance to be into it, cause it was freaking illegal. She glared at her glass filled with some kind of a bitter liquor - yes she gave it a chance - and wondered why did she even go here. Perhaps it was that she wanted to hang out with her friends because there wasn't a time for that recently or she just didn't want to be rude and turn down the offer.
After half an hour, which felt like an eternity she had enough. Well he had enough...of whiskey. The half an hour she thought a lot about it. Will he yell at me? Will he listen to me? Will I regret it later? But after she watched him pour himself another glass of whiskey from a bottle, she didn't know where he has gotten. She quickly stood up, the bar chair she was sitting on hitting the floor, well if it wasn't nailed to it for some kind of a reason, it would have hit the floor. Her friends sitting next to her turned their faces to her with a questioning look. "Did something happen Uraraka-chan?" Tsuyu asked. "Uh, you know...it's kinda late and-" Ochako was cut off by Mina "Really? Or is it something else?" Of course, they wouldn't believe her, they knew very well she was capable of staying awake till 3 am watching TV shows or playing games. "Okay, I am worried about him. Do you know how many shots did he have already?" Ochako spoke, hoping he didn't hear her. "Four, halfway through the fifth one." Answered Kirishima who was obviously counting it. "And who are we talkin' about?" Said Kaminari, who was getting slightly tipsy. But no one bothered to answer his question, because they were fully aware, who they were talking about. "So what are you going to do?" Todoroki spoke, saying the same question everyone wanted to ask. "I don't know, take him home probably...if he will let me," Ochako answered sheepishly while scratching the back of her neck. "Well, good night!" She said, already walking in the direction of Katsuki Bakugo. "Uraraka, wait." The gravity-user jerked her head back, where the voice was coming from. "Thanks...even for trying," Kirishima said with a grateful smile plastered on his face.
"Heyyy Bakugo!" Ochako spoke awkwardly. Too much awkwardly to her liking. The blonde just glared at her as she sat down on a chair next to him. "What the hell do you want?" He growled, still glaring at her. "Well I wanted to let you know we are leaving." She replied, carefully sliding his glass of whiskey away from him. "We? What do you mean we?" "Yes, we. That means you and me. Still need a dictionary?" Bakugo just responded with a simple "No." A few minutes of silence has passed until he tried to reach the glass she took away from him. "No, no, no. Bad Katsuki! You have had enough don't you think?" Ochako said as she distanced the glass from him even more. He just shrugged, not giving up and turning around to grab the bottle of whiskey. But she was quicker. "What the fuck pink-cheeks? Stop pissing me off and gimme that bottle!" Bakugo spoke a little louder. "No." She drank what was left in the glass, so she didn't have to hold both. "Are you kidding me?" The lord explosion murder said with a deep sigh escaping his lips. "I am not going anywhere." He continued. But Ochako just glared at him, hissing "Bakugo Katsuki, you are going home with me whether you fuckin' like it or not." A little bit of surprise was visible in his eyes, just for a while tho. He glared at her too and responded with "Okay but I am taking this - he junked the bottle out of her hand and took a few gulps from it before slamming it on the bar table - and I'll tell everyone you said fucking."
It has been around 15 minutes after they left the pub. The shining of the stars and the moon reflected on the surface of the water in the old fountain they were just passing. And of course, it wouldn't be wasted Katsuki if he didn't have the idea to balance on the edge of it. Guess he was feeling all the liquor. "C'mon Bakugo! Come back down! You will fall!" Yelled Ochako, actually not worried about him falling to the water. It would be quite amusing. "Tch! This shit is easy peasy, pumpkin peasy...pumpkin pie motherfucker!" He responded - well, yelled at the end, still balancing on the edge. Yep. He is totally wasted, she thought.
Ochako keeps watching him trying not to fall in the water. She would sometimes chuckle when he was very close to it. "Come on Bakugo! Let's go." She kind of suggested and offered him her hand, so he could easily jump down of the edge to the ground. "Oooh, so you wanna hold my hand?" He teased, putting both hands on his hips and bending over to be closer to her. Ochako blushed "N-no I just wanted to help you get do-" "Stop. We both know you wanted, sugar. So stop making lame excuses." "Bu-" She wanted to deny, her cheeks pinker than usual. Did he just call her sugar? "I say, if you really want to hold my hand just ask me. No need to make excuses." He stated with a smirk on his face. She is going to murder him one day! Unfortunately, the only thing she could was glare at him. She didn't feel like going to jail yet. "Katsuki can I please hold your hand?" "Hmm, I don't know, probably n-" He couldn't finish the sentence, because he lost balance at the end and fell to the water with a loud splash. And Ochako couldn't help but laugh really hard this time.
Unlocking the door. Finally, they arrived at the dorms around midnight. Bakugo somehow managed to sober up, probably because of the "bath" he had not so long ago. Very very cold bath. Ochako was about to bid him goodnight he spoke "Did you think I was drinking that much, cause of my parents?" She did. "And didn't you?" she answered quite boldly."I did." She was about to say something comforting like It's going to be okay. or Do you wanna talk about it? And as if he could read her mind he said "I don't want to hear any of those lies, especially from you. Nor do I want to talk about it." He glanced at her, wondering how she will respond. "Then what do you want?" Ochako asked, staring right into his pretty crimson eyes. "I want..." He hesitated. "I want someone whose fucking behavior won't be affected by my parent's death. I want someone who could pretend, pretend with me." "Pretend?" Ochako repeated after him and he simply nodded. "Goodnight Katsuki." She leaned closer to him and gave him a small peck on his cheek. Then she turned around and began walking to the elevator. She stopped midway to look behind her to see Bakugo slightly blushing. "I will do my best." She spoke with a gentle smile on her face. "I will do my best." He slowly repeated. "What do you mean, angel-face?" angel-face "Pretending, of course." She responded knowing she actually didn't need to, because the smile he had on his face while asking her wouldn't be there if he already didn't know.