Uraraka loved Bakugo's water pressure in his apartment. She couldn't remember the last time she enjoyed a shower as much as she enjoyed them here. The water got hot fast and stayed hot the entire time. She loved it.
"Oi," Bakugo's tone was sharp through his mumble as he yanked back the curtain and glared at her, his toothbrush hanging from the side of his mouth. "The fuck are doing?"
She blinked at him for a moment as the water ran down her shoulders, "Sorry, I'm almost done."
"I pay for that shit," He motioned to the showerhead before jerking the curtain closed again and turning back toward the sink to rinse.
She couldn't help the silent giggle on her lips as she enjoyed a few more seconds of hot water before shutting off the tap. She could hear Bakugo rinsing his mouth out as she pulled the curtain back to ogle at him for a moment.
Sure, his shower was amazing but it paled in comparison to seeing a certain towel-wearing blonde drop his toothbrush back in its holder. She blindly reached for the extra towel hanging outside the shower as she stared.
"I can see you, roundface," Bakugo rubbed the foggy mirror and his red eyes met hers in it. He blinked away and began running his hands through his hair, trying to sort out the damp spikes.
Uraraka couldn't stop the maddening blush on her cheeks as she gingerly wrapped her towel around her chest and smoothed out her drenched hair. She tried to find something witty to reply with but couldn't find something that felt suitable.
The blonde stole glances in the mirror as she began to use the towel to rub herself down. He couldn't seem to grasp the fact that she was naked in the same room with him, despite the fact that they had been sleeping together every night for almost two weeks. "I'm going to change."
"Sure," Uraraka nodded at him as she worked the towel over her hair, "I'll be out in a minute."
"Hmph," Bakugo nodded at her before he exited, leaving the bathroom door open for her. He walked down the hallway of his apartment to his bedroom and pushed open the door. His eyes fell to the sloppy bed and he smirked to himself. The duvet was ruffled on both sides of the bed and her bra from last night was on the floor beside it. He almost wished that they'd delayed their morning shower until after they'd had a chance to go again.
He heard the sink running down the hall as he pulled his joggers on and he smirked harder. She had a toothbrush here now and that made him feel strange. It made sense considering she'd been staying there every night but it was still an odd realization. Did that make them a couple?
Truthfully, he didn't know. They hadn't talked about it but he was fine with that. Slapping a label on whatever 'this' was felt premature. It kept things relaxed between them. After everything, putting pressure on what to call themselves didn't feel right.
Just as he pulled a shirt over his head, there were three consecutive thuds on his apartment door and he froze up. "Shit!" He poked his head out into the hallway, catching Uraraka doing the same thing, "Get in here!" He waved frantically at her.
She hurriedly tiptoed her way down the hallway, leaving little wet footprints on the floor, "Who is it?"
"My mother," Bakugo's tone was thick with resentment. "I'll get rid of her." He stepped out into the hallway and used the socks on his feet to dry up the footprints, "Close that door and hide. I swear, if she finds you, I'll never hear the end of that shit. Never."
Uraraka moved to shut the bedroom door as the thuds came again and she grit her teeth when Bakugo's eyes fell on her towel. He huffed a thick breath before looking away, "Get dressed. Silently."
"Got it," Uraraka whispered as she carefully shut the door behind her.
Bakugo glanced around the apartment and found plenty of signs that people had been there but he hoped his mother would believe it if he blamed it on Kirishima, "Fuck!"
The thuds came again and Bakugo took a long breath before he flung open the door, "What the fuck do you want, hag? Never heard of a fucking phone?"
Kirishima blinked at him, confusion written all over his face, "Oh sorry, were you expecting your mom?"
Bakugo blinked back, equally confused, "The fuck?"
"Sorry man," Kirishima shrugged and hurriedly ducked under Bakugo's arm that was shielding the doorway, "I don't think Mrs. B will mind my being here though, right?"
"No fucking way," Bakugo's tone was thick as he turned a deadly glare on the red-head, "Whatever you want can wait. Get the fuck out."
Kirishima quirked an eyebrow back at the blonde, "Ho-ho, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." He casually strolled into the apartment as he held the blonde's glare, "It's Saturday, dude. You promised me that you'd let me borrow the new Call of Duty game but you never brought it to work." He turned away to glance around the apartment in search of the game, "So I just thought I'd come by and pick it up."
"You broke fuck," Bakugo spit back and hurried around his couch to the living room, digging the game out from it's home beside his Xbox. "You couldn't just buy it?"
Kirishima shrugged, "I wanted to see if I liked it first." He glanced around the apartment again, "Dude, I don't think I've ever seen your place so… messy?" It didn't feel like the right word. Bakugo's apartment was almost always perfectly organized and clean. It usually looked like nobody actually lived there but today there were pillows that weren't fluffed and there were dirty dishes in the sink. "I mean dude," Kirishima reached over the couch to pick up a throw blanket that was bundled up on the cushions, "Is there something going on, buddy? Need to talk?"
"Shut the fuck up," Bakugo snapped back and snatched the rumpled blanket out of the red-head's hands, "I got home late last night." He felt the excuse drop from his lips and he snarled, "Not that I owe you a fucking explaination." He pointed toward the door, "Out. Now."
Kirishima seemed to only grow more curious, "Hang on a minute there, hot-head." He tapped his chin as he let his gaze circle the room again, "If Mrs. B is coming around, I'd like to say hi."
"She's not," Bakugo bit back and began to make his way back over to the red-head, "Here's your fucking game, now leave." He shoved the disk box into Kirishima's hands and began to push him toward the door.
"Whoa whoa whoa," Kirishima managed to squirm away and get around Bakugo, "What's this?" He ran over to the kitchen counter and lifted up a hairband like it was offensive, "Dude!" He hushed his tone significantly, "Do you have a girl here right now?"
Bakugo felt himself flush but fought to keep a deep scowl on his face, "Give me that!" He marched over and snatched it out of Kirishima's hands, "Of course I don't have a girl here, you dumb fuck! Who do you think I am?"
Kirishima skewed his mouth thoughtfully, "So if I go and look around your apartment," He turned his gaze onto Bakugo's closed bedroom door, "I definitely won't find a girl hiding somewhere."
"Fuck no," Bakugo gave the red-head a menacing gaze, "But I swear on my life Kirishima, if you try and sweep my apartment right now, I'll throw your ass out the nearest window."
Kirishima shrugged, "I wouldn't dream of trying that," He strolled into the living room before flopping down on the sofa, "But since you're free, I think I'm going to try out this new game here."
"No," Bakugo snapped back furiously, "In fact, I'm taking the fucking thing back." He reached over the couch to snatch the game but Kirishima pulled it away.
"Not so fast there," Kirishima set it out of the blonde's reach, "You owe me, remember?"
Bakugo blinked back at the red-head, "I don't owe you shit."
"My hair dude," Kirishima pointed at his head, "You nearly got it lasered off. I think that entitles me to a few hours of gaming with my bro."
Bakugo was beginning to realize that forcing Kirishima out the door was futile. It would only make the red-head more suspicious and he wasn't prepared for Kirishima to figure out his secret yet, "One hour."
"Five," Kirishima countered with a grin as he popped open the disk case.
"One," Bakugo put on the best poker face he could muster.
"Three," The red-head smirked, "That's my final offer."
"One," Bakugo snapped back harshly, "My apartment, my rules."
Kirishima rolled his eyes, "I invoked the best friend 'owe-ya-one' rule and that transcends house rules. Three hours, Bakugo."
The blonde could feel that Kirishima was going to press his luck as far as it would go. He wasn't going to budge on this one, "Two and a half hours and then you fucking leave."
"Deal," The red-head grinned boyishly as he moved to turn the Xbox on, "You got beer?"
Bakugo glanced at the fridge as he tried to sort out a game plan for the woman hiding in his bedroom, "Grab one yourself." He meandered toward his bedroom door, "I'll be back in a minute."
Kirishima stood up as the console turned on, "Sure dude," He smirked, "I get it. Do I at least get to meet her?"
Bakugo bristled as his hand gripped his doorknob, "There's no girl here, you fucking idiot!" He cast a dark look over his shoulder, "Quit saying weird shit!"
"You got it," Kirishima shot him a thumbs up as he began to saunter toward the refrigerator, "Tell her I say hi."
Bakugo glared, "As soon as I get back, I'm going to strangle you." He scowled as he shoved the door open and slammed it behind him. His eyes immediately fell on a bundle huddled under his duvet and he felt his nerves relax. He wandered over to the bed and pulled back the covers to find Uraraka hiding underneath. Bakugo blinked at her dumbly for a moment before he began to whisper-yell at her, "Why the fuck aren't you dressed?"
Uraraka held up her phone urgently, "I tried to text you and tell you that my duffel is in the living room!" Her tone was hushed low.
"Fuck," Bakugo cursed harshly under his breath as he vaguely remembered where she'd put it. "What about your clothes from last night?"
The brunette flushed as she pulled the sheet over her bare chest, "I don't remember where my shirt is. I can't find it. My skirt is over there," She pointed toward his bedroom door where the black skirt was bunched up on the ground.
Bakugo turned sharply toward his dresser and pulled the drawers open, "Use one of my shirts for now." He pulled a t-shirt with his hero logo printed on the back and tossed it onto the bed. "I can't stay in here much longer or Kirishima is going to get nosey."
"I thought you said it was your mother," Uraraka snatched up the shirt and threw it over her head. It sagged over her as she sat up on her knees.
Bakugo shook his head sharply and continued to whisper, "It turned out to be much worse than that. I can't get rid of him. He knows something is up."
"Oh no," Uraraka mumbled, "What are we going to do?"
Bakugo paused to think for a second while his eyes drifted toward his bedroom windows, "Can you float yourself down to the street?"
Uraraka followed his gaze and she gulped, "Um… Under normal circumstances, maybe? But I don't think that's a good idea right now."
"Why the fuck not?" His tone was harsher than he intended but he didn't take the time to correct himself.
She twisted her mouth in guilt, "Well my quirk is still getting strong again after the… accident. You just live so high up that I… I don't know that I trust myself that much yet." She glanced down at herself, "And I don't know how good of a look it would be if I used my quirk to go down all these stories wearing your shirt. People will know who I am and they'll talk." She gave him a nervous look, "I don't know if that's something you want but-"
"No," He cut in sharply, his whisper nearly breaking to normal volume, "I'll just figure out a way to get rid of Kirishima. Until then…" He glanced around the room anxiously, "Keep your fucking mouth shut and don't move."
"Aye aye," She nodded at him as she snuggled down under his duvet again. "He'll never know I was here."
He nodded at her before slowly crossing the room. He sat down on the side of the bed to look placidly at her. He wondered briefly what would happen if Kirishima discovered her there. They had agreed to keep their 'relationship' a secret for the time being and it worked for them. With the fragility of their new feelings, he didn't want to risk anyone impeding on that. He finally had her to himself and he didn't feel like sharing it with anyone.
"Shouldn't you go back out there?" Uraraka whispered as she pulled the duvet over her mouth.
He sighed irritably, "Of course this shit would happen on our day off. Fucking Kirishima. That guy ruins everything."
"I'll stay super quiet," Uraraka urged him, her hand darted out from the covers to tickle his thigh, "I promise."
He didn't reply as he looked at her for a long moment and his heart wrenched in his chest. Her hair was still wet, sticking out in odd places, and it only made her eyes pop more. Having to tear himself away from her to entertain Kirishima was the last thing he wanted to do. He had been looking forward to their day off together all week.
"Bakugo?" She whispered, a note of curiosity in her tone.
He grumbled incoherently for a moment before he leaned down and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips, "I'll get rid of him." He stood up sharply and made for the door. He glanced once back at her, sending a private message with his gaze, before he snapped the door open and stepped out.
"Dude," Kirishima was leaning forward on the sofa, a controller in his hands, "This looks awesome."
Bakugo shut the door behind him as his gaze drifted to the television, "Fuck, just go home and buy it then."
Kirishima ignored the invitation to leave and clicked through the game menu, "This game has been out for over a week and you're still only a level two? What the hell have you been doing?"
Bakugo snatched the beer that Kirishima had gotten out for him and flopped onto the sofa a few feet away from his friend, "Working, dumbass."
"Ah," Kirishima rolled his eyes, "Says the guy that's been dipping out of work early all week."
Bakugo snorted irritably, "The fuck is your problem?"
"Nothing," Kirishima shrugged, "I just thought that you'd be working long hours. Especially since you're back on the Viper case."
"Tch," Bakugo snorted and took a drink from his beer, "Fuck that. They should just rename it as 'The Teller' case. Nobody gives a shit about Viper but me."
Kirishima glanced at the blonde through the corner of his eye, "Nobody is doing that. We all want to catch Viper for what he did to Uraraka."
Bakugo rested the beer bottle on his knee as she leaned back into the cushions of his couch, "Whatever."
"Seriously," Kirishima turned to give the blonde an intense look, "If going after Teller gets us any closer to catching Viper, then it's worth it."
Bakugo stared back at his friend, "I don't give a shit about that guy's new number two. Viper is going to fucking pay."
"Of course," Kirishima shrugged and turned back to the screen, "He's probably counting his days before Ground Zero blows down his door."
Bakugo took a long drink from his beer and watched as Kirishima began a new match in the game. They settled into a comfortable silence with the exception of a few "Oos" and "Ahs" from Kirishima as he played.
"Speaking of our favorite zero gravity girl," Kirishima piped up after a few minutes, "Did you guys work it out?"
Bakugo resisted the urge to glance at his bedroom door, "The fuck do you mean?"
"You know," Kirishima shrugged without looking away from the game, "Whatever the hell happened between you guys."
"Nothing happened," Bakugo remarked harshly and put his bottle to his lips, hoping that the conversation would end there.
Kirishima groaned frustratedly as he was killed in the game but the frustration didn't last long. He set the controller down on his hip and turned an unconvinced gaze on his blonde friend, "Two weeks ago, you guys were avoiding each other like the plague. Then suddenly last week, you guys were talking again. Then all week this week, you guys have been getting along like nothing ever happened." The red-head shrugged with a curiously devilish grin, "So what happened?"
Bakugo clenched his fist over the neck of his beer bottle, "Quit imagining things. Nothing fucking happened."
"Oh come on," Kirishima replied with an annoyed roll of his shoulders, "I know something changed between you guys. I'm trying to help you out, you know? If you like Uraraka, then you should tell her!"
Bakugo glared at the red-head hard and opted against a reply, the reality of Uraraka hiding in his bedroom lingered in the back of his mind. He subconsciously glanced at the closed door as he remembered the way she had told him that she liked him. It ignited a warm tickle in his chest but he successfully fought off a blush.
"Mina and I hung out earlier this week," Kirishima began again with a matter-of-fact tone, "She told me that she and Uraraka haven't been hanging out at all. Maybe she's seeing Mirio, dude."
The blonde couldn't stop a sarcastic snort from falling from his lips before he hurried to take a sip of his beer to hide it, "That fucking loser?"
"Mirio is definitely not a loser," Kirishima shrugged and refocused on the game, "He's a cool guy and he's super into her. And Mina tends to be spot on with stuff like this."
Bakugo swirled the beer bottle thoughtlessly, "I'm not worried about that fucking pretty boy."
"You should be," Kirishima scrambled with the joysticks on the controller. "If you and Uraraka are cool again, you should just talk to her."
"Shut up," Bakugo felt his patience wearing thin as his eyes snagged on Uraraka's duffel bag tucked into the corner between his television and the wall. He began to work out a plan in his mind to subtly move the duffel away before Kirishima noticed it.
The red-head threw his back into the couch as the game match ended, "So did you guys make up or what?" He turned his face back toward the blonde, "You guys are talking again, right?"
"Fuck," Bakugo grunted and scowled at his friend, "You're one nosy prick."
Kirishima frowned in response, "So you didn't make up?"
"None of your fucking business, asshole," Bakugo held the flat gaze from the red-head.
Kirishima sighed heavily, "Dude, what the hell crawled up your ass and died? You're worse than normal today."
Bakugo scoffed and signaled toward the television, "Are you fucking serious right now? You invited yourself over. I have shit to do today."
Kirishima turned his head back toward the screen as a new match began to load, "Like what? Workout and pine over Uraraka for a while?"
Bakugo reached across the sofa to snatch the controller out of Kirishima's hands, "We're not going to fucking talk about her."
"Whatever man," Kirishima frowned as he watched Bakugo take over playing the game, "I'll be back." He stood up and began wandering down the hallway.
Bakugo watched warily as he passed by the bedroom and disappeared to the bathroom. The blonde took a sharp breath once he heard the door click shut and stood up. He snatched Uraraka's duffel bag off the ground and quietly opened his bedroom door, tossing it inside. He took a quick peek inside to see the brunette laying on her back, her phone hovering over her face. She turned and smiled at him before he shut the door quietly.
Once he was settled on the couch again, he could hear the water running in the bathroom. The blonde refocused on the game, putting extra effort into looking casual. He tensed slightly when the door opened up again and footsteps came down the hallway.
"Oi," Kirishima called as he stopped at the mouth of the hallway, "You're sure there's not a girl here?"
Bakugo scowled and turned toward the red-head, "The fuck is your problem? I don't have a fucking girl here."
Kirishima smirked as he leaned his shoulder on the corner of the wall, "Really?" He drew his hand from behind his back and held it up, a square of toilet paper dangling from it. There were pale pink smudges all over it and the red-head quirked an eyebrow, "I didn't know you were into wearing lipstick, Bakugo."
Bakugo blinked hollowly at his friend for a long moment as he registered the stained paper. He scrambled internally to come up with a good excuse, a witty comeback, or something to explain away the discovery but came up with nothing. He ended up standing up and slowly walking over to the red-head before tearing the paper from his grip, "Fuck off, Kirishima."
Kirishima didn't say a word as he dropped his hand and watched the blonde turn toward the kitchen sharply to toss the paper in the garbage bin. He leaned harder against the wall and subtly glanced at the bedroom door a few feet away, "Is it Uraraka?"
"Shut the fuck up," Bakugo let the lid to the garbage fall closesd before meandering toward his front door and pulling it open, "Out."
Kirishima didn't budge from his place as he crossed his arms, "Is that the reason why you two have been taking off from work early?"
"Out," Bakugo repeated the word with more definition to his tone.
Kirishima blinked in response, "So she's still here then?"
"Last warning, Kirishima," Bakugo's tone was flat and devoid of emotion.
Kirishima smirked playfully, "How long have you guys been-"
"That's it," Bakugo snapped and marched across his apartment, "I'm going to kill you."
Kirishima cackled and narrowly missed the blonde's grip, ducking out of the way, "Uraraka!" He called teasingly as he slid away from Bakugo, "I know you're here! Come out, come out wherever you are!"
"Shut up!" Bakugo jerked himself around to swipe at the red-head again only to graze his fingers across a hardened arm. "Get the fuck out of my apartment, dipshit!"
Kirishima grinned devilishly as he ran a circle around Bakugo's apartment, kicking himself over the top of the blonde's sofa, "Bakugo's going to kill me before you come out so I suggest you hurry!"
"Damn right I will," Bakugo spat as he tried to cut the red-head off at the living room. He growled as Kirishima ran back over the top of his sofa to the kitchen, "Fucking come here so I can throw your ass out the window!"
"Oo," Kirishima hissed as he ducked just in time before the xbox controller hit him on the side of the head, "That was a close one!"
The clatter only worsened as the blonde chased the red-head around the apartment. However, it didn't last long before Bakugo finally got a grip on the red-head's shirt, yanking him onto the ground, "Fucking finally!"
"Dude," Kirishima laughed madly as he caught the deadly look in Bakugo's eyes, "You're overreacting! Your secret is safe with me!"
"If Uraraka was actually here," Bakugo glanced around the apartment, "I'd have her open the damn window for me."
The red-head gulped and his boyish laugh turned nervous, "You know you can't actually throw me out of a window, right?"
"Says who," Bakugo glared down at the red-head he had pinned under a knee, "It's just a matter of picking which one."
"Hey!" Kirishima began to squirm away with a lopsided grin, "Not cool, man! I'm just giving you shit!"
Bakugo snarled as he put more weight on the red-head, trying to keep him from getting away, "I told you to leave it the fuck alone, asshole."
"Uraraka!" Kirishima called again, "You gotta come help me! Your boyfriend is acting crazy!"
Bakugo was caught off-guard by the label and Kirishima took the opportunity to wrestle away. The blonde bounced back quickly but it wasn't fast enough to recapture the cackling red-head.
The commotion continued as Bakugo began the chase again. Kirishima shouted for Uraraka a few more times and Bakugo chided him for it. Just as the blonde was about to tackle the red-head again, the bedroom door creaked open, causing both men to freeze in place.
"What is going on?" A curious voice asked as a brunette bobbed her head through the crack in the door. "Are you guys okay?"
Bakugo saw the concerned look on her face and felt the fire within him simmer down to a manageable flame. Had he worried her?
Kirishima's mouth fell into an 'O' as he realized that Uraraka really was in Bakugo's apartment, "Holy shit, guys! I knew it!"
Upon hearing the red-head speak again, Bakugo felt a rush of fury, "You fucking prick," He turned toward his friend, "I'm going to kill you."
"Bakugo," Uraraka cut in with an urgency to her tone, "It's alright, isn't it? Kirishima is our friend." She carefully opened the door further and stepped out, donning the t-shirt Bakugo had lent her and a pair of black leggings from her duffel bag.
Bakugo flushed when he saw the outfit and the way her now-dry hair was sticking out in odd places, "I said that I'd get rid of him."
Uraraka giggled softly when she saw the mix of anger and softness on Bakugo's face, "I know but he was going to find out sooner or later, right?"
Kirishima glanced between the two for a moment before looking away. He could hardly believe what he was seeing. Upon her arrival, the blonde has essentially been tamed of his anger. It was strange to see Bakugo relax so quickly.
Bakugo grunted irritably, "Whatever."
"Kirishima," Uraraka smiled at the red-head when he looked back at her, "Can you keep our secret?"
He laughed lightly, "Of course I can." He glanced warily at the silently seething blonde, "So are you guys dating now?"
"No," Both the brunette and blonde replied quickly but Uraraka continued after that, "Well… Not exactly, I guess."
Bakugo looked sideways at the brunette as she began to smooth out her hair nervously. They hadn't talked about their 'relationship' yet but he couldn't shake the feeling that she seemed slightly disappointed as she elaborated. The blonde glanced back at his friend, "It's none of your damn business."
"Got it," Kirishima nodded slowly as he felt the tension in the room between the other two. It was clear to him that they didn't know the answer themselves. "Well don't worry guys, my lips are zipped."
Bakugo took a few steps toward the red-head and grabbed him by the arm, "It's time for you to leave, jackass." He dragged him toward the door and threw it open, "If you say a word about this to anyone, I'll kill you myself." He shoved Kirishima out the door, "And quit showing up unannounced. You're not my mother."
Kirishima opened his mouth to say goodbye but Bakugo slammed the door before he got the chance. The blonde turned back around to see Uraraka swaying shyly in her place and his face softened.
"It was nice seeing you, Uraraka!" Kirishima called through the door.
Bakugo tossed a glare over his shoulder at the shut door while Uraraka giggled lightly before speaking, "Well that was a rollercoaster."
"Fucking asshole," Bakugo grunted mostly to himself, "Doesn't know the fucking meaning of the word 'bounderies.'"
Uraraka ran her fingers through her tangled hair again, "Well I guess the secret's out."
"I'll kill him," Bakugo muttered as he casually strolled toward the kitchen to get a glass of water.
Uraraka followed him in and gave him a small smile, "I trust Kirishima. He's a good friend to you."
Bakugo scoffed as he filled the cup at the sink, "Whatever. I'm never going to hear the end of it from that asshole." He lifted it to his lips and looked sideways at her. He noticed her fidgeting her hands in front of her as she glanced nervously around the kitchen. He pulled the cup away and set it down, "Spit it out, roundface."
"Hm?" She glanced up at him, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Whatever's bothering you," He crossed his arms and leaned his hip against the counter top, "Just say it."
Uraraka played with her hands for another minute, "Well…" She looked up at him, "I know we said we didn't have to talk about it right away but I guess I'm just…" She tried to find a good way to phrase her question.
Bakugo watched her for a moment before he filled in the blanks, "Don't get worked up about it, Uraraka." He reached his hand toward her to lightly ruffle her hair, "We're not in a hurry."
She breathed humorously as his hand fell away, "I know. I just want to make sure that-"
"I just said don't get worked up about it," Bakugo interrupted, his face falling into a slight frown, "I still like you, even if that damn idiot knows our secret."
Uraraka could help the small smile on her lips at his words, "You're right. I'm getting in my own head a bit, aren't I?"
Bakugo smirked back at her, "As long as you remember that I'm always right."
"Hey!" Uraraka playfully pushed against his chest with a girly giggle, "Not fair."
Bakugo caught her wrist before she could pull it back and wrapped an arm around her, "You'll get used to it." He lifted her and threw her over his shoulder, "I think we left some business unattended in the bedroom."
Uraraka kicked her feet and laughed excitedly, "I don't know about that!"
"Just admit I'm right again," He bit back as his fingers tightened around her waist in an attempt to tickle her. He used his heel to kick open the door as she laughed harder.
"Never!"
Hey everyone! It's a slightly shorter chapter this week and I'm sorry for the lateness. I was laid off yesterday so I couldn't find the energy to finish writing and editing. I just needed a day to process what had happened. Thank you to everyone who sent such kind messages over twitter. I needed it more than I realized.
I don't think I'm going to find a new job for a while so I'm just going to throw myself into writing for the next few months. Starting on Monday, you guys will be seeing me be more active across my social media platforms and I'll be pumping out the chapters as often as I can for all of my works. I'm going to take this as an opportunity to bring my writing to the next level and I hope you all will be a part of that. It's past time that I made a real run at being an author and now is the perfect chance to do it. Thank you to all of you that have offered your support and I will be leaning on you guys now more than ever. You guys deserve all that recognition. I appreciate you guys so much. Thank you.
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