"No."

Kaminari groaned falling back against the couch with a hand clasped against his forehead, "Tell me you don't wanna know what they're saying right now."

"That's not the poi-"

"Answer the question," he ordered, raising his brows in a dare.

Jiro rolled her eyes, "You didn't ask me a question." She folded her arms over her chest as she rested her back against the couch. "You made a statement."

"Fine," Kaminari nodded. "Let me rephrase. Are you saying you don't want to know what they're saying?" he asked, before looking at his classmates around him. "Is that what we're all saying, cause-" He shrugged. "-I would call bullshit on that."

"Like I was saying before, and I am pretty sure most, if not all, of our classmates will agree," Jiro started. "That's not the point."

"But-"

"The point is we respect their privacy and don't go eavesdropping on their private conversation."

"Exactly," Yaoyorozu agreed, bringing her mug to her lips.

"Okay, but hear me out," Kaminari held up his hands in his own defense. "I'm not saying we eavesdrop-"

"You suggested Yamomo makes a key for the empty room next to Uraraka's room, and have Jiro broadcast what they're saying using one of her amplifiers," Ashido recalled listing everything he'd just said. "I'm pretty sure that qualifies as eavesdropping."

"Definitely inappropriate use of support gear and our quirks," Yaoyorozu added.

"And probably illegal," Midoriya mentioned, rubbing his chin.

"Okay, that's just being dramatic," Kaminari shrugged.

"No, we all had to take that hero ethics seminar after we got our provisional licenses."

"It's also against U.A.'s Official Code of Conduct to use our quirks in anyway way that would harm-"

"We aren't making them bleed," Kaminari snorted.

"I mean, I wouldn't put it past Bakugo to make you bleed if he found out," Sero reminded him.

"The point is we aren't to use our quirks like they're toys!" Iida spoke firmly, slamming his fist the table. "Harm isn't only physical…"

Kaminari flinched, "Dude, what is your issue?"

"Don't ask," Kirishima told him quickly, casting Iida a sympathetic half smile. "We should stay out of it. If they decide to talk to us, they'll talk to us but we shouldn't listen in on them."

"Says the Bakugo whisperer."

"The what?!"

"Oh, come on! No matter what you're going to know what happened cause you're Bakugo's best friend," Kaminari folded his arms over his chest, looking intently at the redhead. "You probably know why he didn't tell her."

Kirishima straightened up in his seat. His palms pressed against the couch as his eyes didn't quite meet Kaminari's glare. He didn't need to look around him to know that everyone else watching him. "What I know is the same as everyone else. Uraraka didn't know about his internship-"

"Bullshit! You won't look at me!"

"What?"

"That means you're lying," Ashido explained calmly, tilting her head at him. "You always look away a little when you're lying, Ei."

Damnit. "What I know or don't know doesn't matter." Kirishima didn't know that much. He found out early in the week that Bakugo hadn't told Uraraka about the internship, but he didn't know why. "I don't know why Bakugo wouldn't tell her."

"Okay," Ashido nodded, "But you knew he hadn't?"

Kirishima closed his eyes, sighing loudly. "I'm not answering that question."

He did.

"If they decide they want to tell us what happened then fine." Kirishima pulled his phone from his pocket, scrolling through notifications he wasn't reading. "But, we're not going to eavesdrop." His eyes narrowed firmly at each one of his classmates before settling on Kaminari.

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"I don't know what you want me to say."

Uraraka's arms folded across her chest, "I want you to tell me the truth."

"Fuck," he cursed with a breathless sigh, digging his fingers through his hair. "I don't know."

"Fine." Uraraka ran her hands over her face, sniffling back some tears. "Were you waiting for the right time?"

"I don't know." His heart pounded as anxiety pushed his head to dizzying heights.

"Were you going to leave without talking to me?"

Hurt flashed in his eyes as he coiled back, "You really think I would do that?"

"Katsuki-" She started, arms loudly dropping to her sides. "What am I supposed to think?"

"You're supposed to think better of me."

"I do."

"Do you?" he questioned seriously.

"I do," Uraraka responded fiercely, "But-"

"No," Bakugo shook his head. "There shouldn't be a condition."

"There is a condition since you put me in this situation," she countered angrily. "Someone else told me about your internship-"

He couldn't decide who he was more upset with. The person who mentioned it to her or himself for not having the gall to do it first.

"Something I feel like you would mention to me," her voice dropped sadly. "I told you about how I was going to interning near here and helping with remedial classes over the summer. You know my summer plans."

He did.

"So, why didn't I know about your internship?"

It wasn't fair.

"An internship that is placing you out of the country over the summer-"

"I didn't even officially accept the fucking thing yet," he snapped, turning away from her for a moment running his hands over his face.

She froze. "What?"

"I haven't accepted it yet."

"How?"

"What do you mean how?"

Uraraka's hands fell open as her mouth gaped for words, shoulders climbing to brush her earlobes, "You have an offer everyone would give their soul for and you haven't taken it?!"

"Make up your mind! You can't be pissed at me for not taking an internship you don't want me to have," he snorted, dropping to sit on her head. His fingers clasped behind his neck.

"When did I say I didn't want you to have this internship?"

Her words twisted in his chest. "You can't fucking stand there and say you want me to go when you're acting like that."

"I'm acting like this because you didn't talk to me about it," Uraraka corrected, reeling in her temper. "You didn't give me a chance to have any feelings about it."

Bakugo's eyes squeezed shut, "Ocha-"

"And yeah, I understand that I don't get an opinion on this-"

"That's not what I'm fucking saying," he mumbled. His fingers slid to the back of his head as he pulled at his hair. "Your opinion matters."

"No, it doesn't."

It did.

"It's your decision."

This wasn't about him.

"It's your internship."

From the moment All Might presented him with this opportunity, Uraraka was the only thing he could think about.

"I understand-" She froze, fingers curling into a tight fist as she worked to soothe some of the tension from her body. "I understand," Uraraka started as her voice wavered. "I understand that your career isn't my decision, but-"

"It is your damn decision," Bakugo yelled, head snapping up. "I can't fucking do this if you're not okay with it."

Her arms slowly lowered to her sides as she stared at him, her eyes wide and glassy.

"I can't deal with you looking at me with your damn cherub cheeks and your sad eyes telling me not to go or that you'll miss me and some shit."

The emotion behind his gruff tone wasn't lost to her ears. His words seeped into her veins and caused her heart to pound wildly.

"I didn't tell you because you're the only fucking person-"

He was so used to labeling everyone around him as an 'extra'. When had she become more than that?

"-who could tell me not to go, and I would fucking listen," he admitted, voice dropping in defeat. "I didn't want to deal with the chance of you saying you didn't want me to go because if you fucking told me not to go, I wouldn't go!"

Her opinion mattered to him.

"And the fucked up thing is, I'm okay with that," Bakugo confessed, dropping his head to look at the floor, "And it fucking pisses me off."

Uraraka stared at him.

"I don't know what else you want me to say!" The words he'd been keeping locked up were out and leaving him feeling vulnerable and hallow.

After what seemed like several long minutes, she silently walked over to the bed and took a seat next to him.

Uraraka never thought the brash boy she tried to drop a meteor shower on during their first year would be her insecure boyfriend during her third year. "Katsuki," she whispered, hesitantly placing her hand on his knee.

His head turned away from her.

"This isn't my decision-"

"Yes, it is," he whispered, turning to face her. His brows were knitted heavily as he stared at her intently. "You don't fucking understand that you have the biggest piece of this damn decision."

"I don't."

"You do." Red eyes fierce as he took her hand. "Because it's not fucking fair for me to leave you behind for-"

"You're not leaving me behind," she countered, face wrinkling in distaste as she coiled back. "I have an internship this summer. I'm going to be helping to teach remedial classes, too." She was going to be plenty busy. "I'm not just going to be sitting on my hands while you're gone." Granted, she'd been excited when she realized she'd be close to him for the summer.

"That's not what I mean." Why was this so difficult? "It's not fair for me to ask you to fucking wait for me."

"Again," Uraraka started. "I'm not waiting around-"

"No, just," Bakugo stopped her. "Fuck," he mumbled, dragging his fingers through his hair. "It's not fair to you for me to just up and take off for a couple of months in the middle of our relationship."

"You act like there's a time limit here." Was there? "Were you planning on dumping me for the summer so you could-"

"What?" he questioned sharply. "Fuck no."

"Okay so-"

"Why would you even ask that?"

Well… "I don't know. What was I supposed to think about you not telling me you're leaving?" The idea passed through her mind within minutes of her learning he was leaving for the summer.

"Not that," he told her. "Not that I was fucking planning to break up to you."

She knew better.

"You know I don't do anything half-assed." A brief warm smirk crossed his lips for a moment before his face settled back to his serious expression. "This-" Bakugo gestured between the two of them. "-isn't an exception. You're important."

"So is this internship," she added with a nod.

He shook his head, "Ocha-"

"Shut up."

Whatever he was going to say died at her soft demand.

"You're going-"

"Ocha-"

"Shut up," she repeated, placing a hand on the side of his face. "You're going."

"Not if you're fucking pissed at me."

"I'm not pissed at you."

She was. "You are."

"Okay," Uraraka admitted, shrugging a little. "I-" She paused, closing her eyes with a deep inhale. "Yeah, I'm still a little pissed at you right now."

Rightfully so.

"But I got so angry because we were having a good day. We had a nice hike, I had dinner with your family-"

It was certainly unexpected and at times a little awkward-

"But it meant a lot to me," she confessed, feeling her face flush. "Since we started this, I've been trying to take this a step at a time." Her crush on Midoriya consisted of thoughts of the future and very little about the present.

Everything existed in fantasy, while her relationship with Bakugo kept her grounded and in the present tense.

"Meeting your parents let me feel better thinking about us," Uraraka continued. She swallowed her nerves, keeping their eyes locked. "Long term." Those two words were so small but so terrifying to admit.

"Where the fuck did you think I was going?"

"I don't know."

"Oi, I don't know if you realize it, but," he murmured, tilting his head down. "You're fucking stuck with me."

Uraraka laughed, sliding her hand to the back of his neck and pulling their foreheads together, "Yeah, well, you're fucking stuck with me too."

"Good," Bakugo breathed, kissing her lips, tangling a hand in her hair. "Are you still pissed at me?"

"Is that an apology?" she teased trying to lighten the heaviness that lingered between them.

"I wasn't trying to-"

"Stop that," she cut him off, straddling his thighs and resting her hands against his shoulders. "You're going to email All Might, or talk to whoever you need to, and let them know you're definitely taking the internship."

"I still owe you a fucking apology," he grunted softly, taking her hands and lacing their fingers together. "I'm sorry I didn't talk to you."

Shocked brown eyes met serious red.

"I should have fucking told you about this when All Might told me."

Now probably wasn't the best moment to express her shock at his sincere apology. She wasn't sure she'd ever heard him apologize in the years she'd known him. Anytime he needed to express regret, he typically shrugged it off or placed blame on the other person. "It's okay."

"It's not oka-"

"Stop," Uraraka commanded. "I was really frustrated with you, we talked about it, you're going, and we will be okay." She fluttered a sweet kiss against his lips. "Because you're stuck with me, remember?"

"Yeah," he snickered softly, kissing her once more before his face grew concerned. "You're seriously okay with this?" he asked her. "This isn't a fucking trap?"

"This isn't a fucking trap," she assured him with a gentle smile. "I want you to go." Her fingers brushed his knuckles as she looked up at him.

"Okay." He wasn't sure what to say. "What are we gonna do about this summer then?"

What were they gonna do? "No idea," Uraraka sighed loudly. They had worked out so much, but the weight of being apart for a few months made her feel heavy with insecurity. "We can deal with that later."

He wouldn't be leaving until after the term had concluded.

"I just wanna go to sleep," she mumbled, burying her face against the side of his neck.

"Yeah," Bakugo whispered as he released her hands. He carefully slid his hands around her waist, ready to place her in her bed.

"You'll stay tonight?"

He couldn't think of anywhere else he'd rather be. "Yeah." Bakugo quickly swallowed a promise of forever. "Let's go to bed."

They'd start with tonight.

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"Babe."

Silence.

Uraraka glanced at the ceiling before turning to look at her sleeping boyfriend behind her. "Babe," she repeated, poking one of the hands he had snaked around her waist.

A soft snore vibrated from his chest and rumbled against her back.

"Bakugo?" she tried again smiling at the sound of his snoring.

His arms tightened around her body as his leg hitched around her waist to keep her in place.

"Bakugooo…"

His body twitched as he exhaled loudly.

Never in a million years would she have guessed he was such a cuddler. "Katsuki?!" she giggled with a soft whine as her hands wrapped around his wrists.

"Shut up," he murmured, burying his face at the side of her neck and pressing a sleepy kiss near her pulse.

"It's almost ten."

"And?"

"And-" He was such a sleepyhead. "We have stuff to do today."

"Five more minutes," he mumbled, kissing up the side of her neck.

She also would have never have guessed he wasn't really a morning person. "You're not even trying to sleep," she giggled, squirming against him as his teeth scraped a particularly sensitive part of her skin.

"I was until you woke me up."

"It's almost ten!"

"Almost."

"Bakugo-" She pushed against him, rolling herself to look him in the eyes. "Katsuki." Uraraka tucked her arms underneath his chin and threaded them around his neck.

"What?" His lips curled into a smile at the sound of his name on her lips.

"We need to get out of bed-"

"We have time." They typically had a day's worth of tasks to accomplish on Sundays.

Cleaning their rooms.

Laundry.

Grocery shopping.

Studying.

Finishing assignments due the coming week.

Training.

He wasn't ready to deal with the responsibilities waiting for them especially when he'd started counting the number of mornings they'd have like this before he left. Even though Bakugo was sure there would be countless other mornings snuggled under blankets when he returned, he wanted them now.

"We got all day for that shit," he told her. Kissing her lips, his toe slid up her pants leg to stroke her ankle. "Your fucking feet are cold."

"Your fucking feet are warm," she retorted against his lips as she moved closer to him.

"Oi," Bakugo snorted, pecking her nose and a kiss to each of her cheeks, "Watch your fucking mouth. I don't need your friends pissed at me for corrupting you."

"I cursed before you."

"Tch. I never heard you." He had trouble recalling a time he'd heard her swore other than last night when she echoed him.

"Well," Uraraka started, shoving his back against the mattress. "I-" She crawled on top of him, drumming her hands on his chest. "-have, and I do curse."

His hands made their way to her hips, thumbs stroking the clothing over the curve at the tops of her thighs.

"The big difference between you and me is," Uraraka drawled, leaning down over him. She rubbed their noses together as her hair tickled the sides of his face. "I don't curse after every other word."

"You trying to say I curse too fucking much?" One of his hands slid up to her lower back. His fingers toyed with the bottom of her shirt.

"I'm saying that you just proved my point," she snickered, capturing his lips in a soft kiss, "Baby."

"I hate that you call me that." He didn't.

"Sorry, babe." The pet name rolled off her tongue in a throaty purr before she curled her tongue over the seam of his lips.

He also hated that name. "Tch."

She wasn't sorry.

Bakugo pulled away feeling guilt bubble in his chest mixing with soft sleepy arousal. "Oi," he whispered, looking up in her eyes, his brows arched as his fingers lightly pulled at the hem of her shirt. "Are we okay?"

"Why wouldn't we be?" She sat up, setting a palm against the center of his chest.

"Because," he shrugged, stiffly. "Last night-"

"Was last night," Uraraka told him. "You were a butthead, I was a butthead-"

"No," he stopped her, gripping her hip tenderly as his other hand wrapped his fingers in the fabric of her shirt nervously. "I was an asshole."

"Doesn't matter." It wasn't about blame. "Like I said last night- I was mad, we discussed it, you're going, I'm going to miss you-"

Those five words almost made Bakugo want to abandon the plan for him to go.

"But-" Her fingers curled underneath his chin, tracing little circles against his peach fuzz. "You'll be back, and," Uraraka drawled as a smile stretched on her lips. "You are going to bring me back so many delicious treats from other countries."

Dork. "I am?" he chuckled as he sat up a little.

"You definitely are," she teased, kissing him again.

Fair enough.

They kissed slowly, leisurely. His hands roamed over top of her clothes, biting back a growl of frustration as his uneasiness was replaced with arousal.

Uraraka's hands crept up the back of his neck, roughly tangling in his hair as she pushed herself against him. A breathy hum escaped her as their slow pace became something headier.

Even though they were fine, the emotions of the last twenty-four hours came out at that moment. They moved against each other without thought, fueled by frustration and unspoken uncertainty over his impending departure.

"Goddamnit," he stuttered, fingers harshly biting into her hips to still her. Bakugo wasn't sure when she'd started moving against him or when he started to move with her. He kissed her with fury, pawing at her shirt in a silent request.

Uraraka slowly broke their kiss, putting a hand between them. She stared at him, hair wild, eyes wide, and lashes still dusted with stardust. Brown eyes looked down for a moment, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as her fingers went to the bottom edge of her shirt. Uraraka pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it on the bed beside them. "Is-" Her cheeks burned as she turned back to face him. "Is this okay?"

A piece of her was worried she'd made him uncomfortable by taking her shirt off.

She wasn't bare. She was still in the beat up sports bra she'd washed at his parents' house. This wasn't the bra she imagined seeing him seeing her in for the first time. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her in a sports bra.

During her longer training sessions, she often took off her gym top opting for a sports bra and leggings.

But this was different.

She wasn't just asking for his consent, Uraraka wanted his approval.

His thumb brushed against the band around her shorts, daring to touch her newly revealed skin. Red eyes traced along the lines of her taut muscles, moving around the curve of her breasts peeking out at the top of her bra.

"Yeah," Bakugo whispered hoarsely, allowing his hands to travel up her stomach.

"You too?" she questioned shyly, pulling at his shirt.

Her question caused a dangerous flash of heat to pool at the base of his stomach. She had to know how this moment was affecting him or at the very least feel proof of his desire for her against her thigh.

"Can I take this off?"

"Yeah." Bakugo wished he could tell her how much he wanted her, but he could only focus on feeling her soft flesh against him. His fingers quickly yanked at the neck of his shirt with Uraraka helping the garment over his head.

"I wanted to do it."

The admission made his stomach quake.

She pouted teasingly, resting her hands on his chest as she slid down to bring them skin to skin. Her arms once again circled his neck.

"Next time." And as many more times after as she wanted. Bakugo captured her lips once more and wrapped his arms around her. She fit perfectly against him, like a missing piece Bakugo hadn't known he needed and now didn't know what he'd do without. "Fuck," he muttered breathlessly as her teeth sunk into his bottom lip.

Fueled by his reaction, she began to rock against him once more. She whimpered against his lips as his erection brushed against her clothed center.

Tightening his hold around her, Bakugo rolled her underneath him as he positioned himself between her legs. He sat up, looking down at her as he cradled her hips in his hands. "Tell me if you want me to stop."

It all felt like a bit too much too soon, but he wasn't able to recognize that fact in his haze.

It was her call.

"I don't want to stop," she whispered panting. "Do you?"

"No." The word hadn't left his lips before he'd leaned down, bringing them chest to chest and kissing her with fever once more.

Uraraka's nails dug into his shoulders, drawing a low moan from Bakugo.

His lips left her mouth as he drew sloppy kisses down her neck before sinking his teeth into her shoulder.

"Katsuki…"

The sound of his name caused his jaw to snap down into the bite as a deep shutter rolled through him. A soft cry escaped her lips as she pushed against him, locking her legs around his waist as she rocked against him. Happy sparks of pleasure exploded between them from the friction they created.

His tongue swirled over the bite in a silent apology before kissing down her collarbone. Sliding his hands underneath her lower back, he nuzzled at her chest, listening to her pant.

Bakugo's lips fluttered between her breasts, kissing a patch of skin at the top of her sternum not hidden from her bra. His hands wandered between her shoulder blades searching for her bra clasps.

How the hell did this thing work?

"Can I take this off-" A sharp knock at the door thundered between them and stopped his question.

Fuck.

"We gotta get up," she panted, closing her eyes.

"Five more minutes."

Her chuckle stopped as he dragged his teeth over her skin, drawing a little groan from her, "You said that ten minutes ago."

"Well, fuck-" Honestly, Bakugo was ready to say screw their Sunday chores and spend the day with her pinned beneath him. "-twenty minutes then."

Three rhythmic knocks pounded against her door.

"See," she told him with a heavy sigh.

"Ignore it," he grumbled, leaning back up to kiss her hotly.

That sounded like a good plan. Her nails dragged down his back as she swept her tongue against his.

His groaning turned to a feral growl at the return of the knocking. "I fucking swear," he huffed, bracing himself on his forearms as he dropped his forehead to her shoulder.

They obviously weren't going away.

"I'm going to kill Shitty Hair's girlfriend." Moments like this made him regret living in the dorms. Though he had been enjoying the benefits of dorm life a few minutes ago.

"It's not Mina," she told him softly, running her hands down his back. "She normally shouts from the other side of the door while she knocks."

The knocking continued.

"And she probably isn't even awake yet."

"Tch," he grumbled, slowly pulling himself up. "Well, whoever the fuck it is, I'm going to fucking kill them."

"Nooo…" Uraraka shook her head, trying to keep him in bed. "Babe, come on, they'll go away eventually."

"Fuck that." While yesterday was a great experience, his parents had interrupted his afternoon hike with Uraraka and forced him to come to dinner, last night they were arguing, and this morning they'd made up while also trying to make the most of their time before he departed in a few weeks for the summer.

They would only have so many lazy mornings together.

"It's probably fucking Deku-"

"You know," she started, reaching for the shirt he'd been wearing, "Eventually you have to be nicer to him."

"Yeah, well," he stormed off the bed, stomping toward the door. "That day isn't fucking today."

Especially, not after this interruption.

"Oi! You couldn't fucking call or something, you damn-" Bakugo yelled swinging the door open violenting.

"Iida!"

Shit.

Uraraka stumbled out of bed, nervously smoothing her hair back as she came face to face with her friend. "Um," she looked at Bakugo's face growing increasingly frustrated to Iida's stoic hard stare. "Good morning." She stepped in front of Bakugo.

"Good morning," Iida responded, keeping his narrowed glance at the blonde before turning to Uraraka. "I was coming to make sure I hadn't upset you too much last night, but it looks as if the two of you have made up." His eyes went to a red mark at the side of her neck.

Uraraka slapped a hand against her neck, covering where he was looking. "Yep." Her face burned with embarrassment as she tried not to think about what this looked like.

What it may have looked like if he'd been a couple minutes later.

"We're good!" she chirped trying to pretend the friend she sometimes thought of as a parental figure hadn't caught her with a shirtless boy in her room.

At least it wasn't one of her parents.

Or a teacher. Granted, All Might had witnessed their first kiss, but…

This situation wasn't as bad as it could be.

"Wait," Bakugo roared from behind her. "This asshole was the one who told you I was leaving for the summer?"

"Yes well," Iida started calmly. "While I'm sure you wanted to be the asshole who told her-"

Uraraka's eyes widened at his words.

"I figured you'd already discussed your plans with your girlfriend."

"You insulting me, four eyes?!" Bakugo yelled. Taking a step forward, his bare chest collided with Uraraka's back.

She knew Bakugo was taller than her, but feeling his chin brush against the top of her head made the height difference more concrete.

"I'm stating a fact," Iida replied evenly. "I still wanted to apologize to Uraraka because it wasn't my place to tell her."

"You're damn right it wasn't your place."

"Well this isn't your place," Iida countered, referring to Uraraka's dorm, "But that doesn't seem to be stopping you."

"Okay," Uraraka started, making sure to keep her position between them. She wasn't worried about them fighting. Uraraka knew that Iida had been a bit skeptical of her relationship with Bakudo since the beginning, despite his unwavering support.

This situation probably wasn't helping.

And announcing they weren't doing what he probably thought they were probably wouldn't help the cause.

"I can sleep where the fuck I want," Bakugo curled a hand around Uraraka's waist.

"Not according to U.A.'s Code of Conduct for students enjoying dorm privileges," Iida cited clearing his throat. "Gentlemen are not allowed over at the-"

"Don't care."

Iida's frown deepened as his arms remained stiff at his sides, "It's unacceptable-"

"How the hell do you even know I spent the night in here?" Bakugo was smart enough to know this wasn't about the rules.

"Alright," Uraraka turned, patting Bakugo's chest. "I'm going to go downstairs and make some tea or start the shopping the list." Anything to get away from whatever was going on here. "You two have fun chatting."

It was better to pretend this wasn't happening.

Bakugo reached out, gently grabbing her wrist and pulling her back to him, "Ochako-"

Iida's eyes widened at the sound of her name.

"Did you want a cup too?" she questioned innocently.

Whatever this was between them.

She decided to talk Iida about it later.

Maybe.

"Yeah," Bakugo answered, pulling her against his chest and pressing a kiss to her forehead then leaning down to kiss her lips.

Iida cleared his throat.

Uraraka jumped back, blushing wildly before quickly disappearing down the hallway toward the steps.

"What?" Bakugo snarled, leaning against her door frame. "Don't approve of me dating her or something?"

"No-"

"Good thing, because that would be tough shit there because despite what some of you extras think of me," Bakugo started, folding his arms across his chest, "she likes me because she knows me not what you fuckers think of me."

"You're obviously not a horrible person because U.A. sees you have the potential to be a hero," Iida explained evenly. "But, I would be lying if I didn't mention that I find it concerning you didn't tell Uraraka you'd be gone for the summer."

Bakugo's scowl deepened, arms tightening around his chest.

"It leads people to think that," Iida paused, trying to remain tactful. "To think your intentions might be something other than heroic toward someone you care about."

It wasn't surprising that the people around him had already formed an opinion.

"It looks like you're trying to hurt her."

"And did those fucking people stop and think about the other side of it?"

Iida straightened his back, glare softening.

"That maybe, just maybe, I wasn't trying to hurt her," Bakugo shrugged, feeling his anger fizzle at his accusations.

"Yes, but-"

"Look, I don't owe you a damn explanation," Bakugo stopped him. "I fucked up. I didn't talk to her, and I fucking own that. But-" He took a step toward him. "Fuck you and anyone else thinking my intentions were to just dump her or anything else fucked up."

"Okay," Iida nodded with a small satisfied smile. "I misjudged, and I apologize for that."

Good.

"Uraraka is my friend, and well-"

Bakugo nodded, chuckling with a crooked smirk, "If I hurt her you'll kick my ass?" Though Iida was someone who followed rules to the letter, he was a person who made exceptions for the people he cared about. He'd thought Iida would be the person least likely to join the effort to rescue him, but Bakugo knew he felt compelled to go because of his friends.

Iida sighed with a serious smile, "I'm afraid so."

"Okay." He could accept that.

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"You okay?"

Uraraka blinked, fingers tightening around the tea mug in her hands as she blinked at Todoroki taking a seat next to her on the lounge couch. "Well-" She inhaled. "Iida kinda sorta walked in on me and Bakugo in my room."

Todoroki's eyes snapped open as he leaned away from her, eyebrows rising to a shocked arch.

"Well, he didn't catch us," she rambled backtracking. "Like he didn't see anything, I mean-" Uraraka inhaled slowly. "I mean there was nothing to see." There could have been, but- "Katsuki was shirtless when he answered the door, and gods only know what conclusion Iida will jump to. And now, Iida and Katsuki are in this weird standoff at my door, and I haven't even brushed my teeth yet." She looked over to Todoroki.

He blinked.

Uraraka dipped her head down, waiting for him to say something, "Todoroki?"

Todoroki cleared his throat, lips wobbling as he struggled to keep a straight face.

"Todoroki?" she repeated, tilting her head as she stared at him.

He brought a fist to his mouth, smothering laughter threatening to bubble past his lips.

"Are you laughing?" Uraraka questioned slowly.

"I'm sorry," he gasped as laughter exploded from his chest. "I'm-" He doubled over, laughing loudly tears beginning to spill from his eyes.

She watched him tolerantly. "Yeah," she sighed, letting her back fall back against the couch. "Someone might as well laugh."

The whole thing was pretty ridiculous.

"What did you do to him?" Midoriya questioned, walking over to him and looking at Todoroki strangely.

Might as well give Midoriya a good laugh too. "I told him that Iida kinda sorta busted Katsuki in my room this morning."

"WHAT?"

Okay, so not everyone found it funny.

Good to know.

To be Continued…