UPROAR

Summary: Just because you're a Pro doesn't mean you're immune to the shit life throws your way. But that's part of the fun, right? Right…? Ugh, All Might made it all look so easy. Aged-up. Rated T for now. Connected drabble series.

A/N: Okay so I know I owe you a May and June update, but I'm still technically working on June's as of this update, so to make up for that I decided not to edit down this chapter to a shorter length like I would normally do. So fair warning that this chapter is the biggest one yet! Specifically because of where we're headed next chapter. Our title comes from One Ok Rock & 5 Seconds of Summer. It's the right mix of sweetness and drama, just like this chapter ^^! Oh, and here's your obligatory smut warning for the scene that closes out this monster (after the ### of course)! Enjoy!

PS: I have to apologize if you got a double notification today! I had to edit the previous chapter because one eagle-eyed reviewer brought a huge error to my attention, but because my quarantine brain short-circuited or something I couldn't find it until I went back to look again right before posting this chapter! So, thank you again to valkrus for pointing out I had forgotten to add underlines to the texts last time! I made sure to double check this chapter before posting ;)

Chapter 17: Take What You Want

He must have been antsier than he figured. He'd made it to the bakery eight minutes faster than his GPS told him he would, and that was with the walking time estimated in. Unconsciously, he'd been bouncing his leg in his chair while he waited for Uraraka, anxiously biting his lip as he kept himself busy scrolling through his phone. He wasn't exactly sure what he was looking for, but if it didn't revolve around that fucking photograph of him from the apartment fire, he'd take it. Even though he felt like the absolute moron Kirishima pointed him out to be, at least he'd remembered to wear his costume's mask that night.

He was still recovering from their sparring match last night, but at least they'd each been courteous enough to land blows that could be easily hidden beneath their clothes. He couldn't say much for the tenderness around his throat though, except perhaps that he was thankful it wasn't bruised. Because in that case, good luck explaining why he would be wearing a turtleneck in the middle of summer.

Still, he'd been cautious since Uraraka had named a place square in his neighborhood. He'd been told that his black baseball cap, dark sunglasses, and black surgical mask actually made him stand out even more than if he didn't wear them at all, but at least the person underneath the guise wasn't being recognized anytime soon, even if he was being stared at.

His phone buzzed in his hand and he peered at the preview that dropped down from the top of his screen like a polite curtain, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at its contents.

"Need to talk ASAP."

Deku wasn't normally one for ominous texts, so the request definitely threw him off. And if Bakugo was forced off-kilter by any more surprises, he'd be laying sideways on the floor.

A gentle tap on his shoulder startled him and he quickly slammed his phone down to whirl around. He didn't want to be caught staring at the viral photo of him and Uravity again, even though the potential of skyrocketing to national fame was too much for Noriko to officially drop him over, suspension in effect or not.

And there stood Uraraka, possibly the only person light-footed enough to ever get the drop on him, clad in an All-Might T-shirt (that was clearly Deku's) tucked into a pair of pastel-colored high-waisted linen shorts. A great idea in a sticky summer heatwave like this.

She chuckled when she got a good look at him and he couldn't help the way his heart started to hammer within his chest. He would never admit to it, but ever since the night of the fire, he'd been terrified that she would have grown to despise him for what he'd done. Especially taking into consideration the fact that the last time they'd properly spoken, he'd passed out in her bed and left without so much as a goodbye after she'd shown him nothing but kindness and generosity.

"You look ready to rob a bank." Her smile was not the smile of someone recovering from near-death. "Should I alert the authorities?"

Bakugo had his lines rehearsed since he'd resolved to ask her to meet this morning, but everything he'd practiced had quite literally flown out the window she'd seemingly floated through. And she appeared to sense that.

"C-can I sit down?" She asked.

Bakugo nodded dumbly, in a silent stupor that was so unnatural compared to his usual cockiness that he could tell it was unnerving her. What the fuck was wrong with him?

"So." She cleared her throat and peered around, catching the eye of a server and willing her break up this awkward atmosphere. "Have you ever been here before?"

"No." He answered, removing his sunglasses and slipping them into the collar of his shirt. "I'm not big on sweets."

"Oh." She adjusted her legs in the chair across from him. "I didn't know that. Sorry for suggesting this place, then."

Bakugo sighed, just in time for the server to arrive and interrupt any sort of recovery he could have made.

"Welcome! Have you decided on what you'd like to order?"

"Get whatever you want." Bakugo stated, a little too eagerly for his liking. He needed to get a fucking grip before he became the one defying gravity. "I'm paying."

Ochako beamed again. "Well in that case, I'll have an iced milk tea and your chestnut Mont blanc, please."

The server turned to Bakugo expectantly.

"Coffee." He said, lowering his surgical mask to below his chin. "Black."

"Anything to eat? We have lunch items, as well." She offered, ever the salesman. "Might I suggest our croque-madame? It's our house sandwich and it comes with a side salad."

"Yeah, sure." He couldn't be bothered to make such a decision right now. Not when he had so many other things on his mind, with the source of said maelstrom sitting an arm's length away from him.

"Coming right up." The server smiled and disappeared just as quickly as she came.

In the newfound silence, timid brown eyes met flustered crimson across the table and they both opened their mouths to speak first.

"So –"

"Listen –"

They both stopped.

"You go ahead." Spoken in tandem again.

"No, that's alright." Came the mirrored response.

Both shut their mouths and stared at the other for a long moment until Ochako broke the contest with a hearty laugh. At that, Bakugo sat back and removed his black baseball cap to run his fingers through his hair, replacing it backwards so the visor didn't obscure his eyes anymore. If he was going to be treated like a delinquent again, he may as well look the part.

"I was happy to receive your response this morning, even if it was a bit late." She told him. "You had me worried for a while – Kirishima-kun told me what happened at your agency and I just feel terrible about how they…" She was rambling and promptly caught herself before she said anything to offend him – if there was anything Bakugo-kun couldn't stand, it was pity. "How are you doing?"

"I should be askin' you that." He answered, picking up on her not-so-graceful swerve to avoid the veritable elephant between them. "I shoulda been the one reachin' out to you, instead. That wasn't right."

Ochako waved her hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it. You knew I was fine when I left for the hospital that night."

He shifted in his seat. "That's actually what I wanted to talk about." He inhaled deeply. "Uraraka, that night at the fire. I wasn't…supposed to be there."

She tilted her head with a curious look, reminding him so much of a tiny puppy hearing a sound for the first time. "Well, I guess that explains why you weren't in your costume."

He ignored her attempt at levity lest he lose steam. "I was chasing a villain and she led me straight into the building. I couldn't let her get away, so we fought down there while the place burned all around us – I didn't care about the fire, I just wanted to capture her." He swallowed and caught his breath, not used to these one-sided confessions. He'd rather face down a villain than face the truth. "And because of my quirk – no, because of me, the building started to collapse…but we just kept fighting. I almost had her – I was so close." He squeezed his fists as though doing so could put Mikan in handcuffs right there and now. "But then I saw you lying there on the ground…because of what I'd done."

Ochako remained silent, eyebrows slowly knitting together as she listened to him in earnest.

"And then it finally clicked – why I wasn't called in to help." He opened his hands, realizing he'd been squeezing hard enough to leave little crescent moons in his palms. "So I let her go. Because saving you was more important than getting the villain. And I'm so sorry, Uraraka. Seeing you lying there not breathing because of something I'd done, I felt like the villain for the first time in my life."

At that, Ochako snatched his hands up and pulled them into the middle of the table, ignoring the shocked look in his once-solemn gaze.

"Bakugo-kun." She spoke resolutely, leaning into the table to get as close as she could. "You are not a villain. You're grumpy and scary and loud, but that does not make you an bad person." She smiled at him even though she could feel tears beginning to prick her eyes at the idea of him feeling this way all this time. "Everybody makes mistakes – even heroes. We're still human under our masks even if society sometimes doesn't want to remember that." She gave his hands a tight squeeze, getting to her feet as if to make her points stand taller too. "The fact that you saved me – even if it meant letting a villain get away – means that you are not like them. You realized your mistake and did everything in your power to fix it. What's more, you felt remorse enough to come here and apologize to me in person! Name one villain who would do all of that."

They stared at each other for along moment until Ochako seemed to remember that she was gripping his hands so tightly, it was as if to keep herself tethered to the floor. Quickly, she returned to her seat with a blush on her face and picked at her nail polish.

"Well, regardless. No matter what you think, I do appreciate your apology." She stated in a much calmer voice than before. "I know it must have taken a lot."

"Heh." Bakugo chuckled, sniffling and sitting up a little straighter in his chair. "Well, don't get used to it. Since I've been suspended, I don't plan on making any more mistakes in the future."

"Right." Ochako nodded with a determined look on her face. "Let's both do our best from now on!"

Deku heaved a sigh as he listened to his oldest friend's rant on the other end of the line. He'd missed his first call a little while ago because he was somewhere underground, still riding through Tokyo's expansive rail system on his way home. But once he'd resurfaced, he'd gotten the alert and eagerly called him back while he hoofed it the rest of the way back home.

He was so tired – most likely from the effects of last night's accidental sedation – but he wouldn't be able to set foot indoors without consulting with his closest confidant first. Last night didn't even feel real to him anymore, passing by him as frivolously as a dream would. With the laptop and all that evidence finally secured, Melissa assured him that she would finally be able to start taking back her company, bit by bit. But Deku knew deep-down that things were far from over. Unfortunately, the situation was not as simple as Melissa had originally led him to believe, made even more complicated with the addition of that infamous video circulating online.

It had only been a few hours since his plane landed, but he could still feel I-Island bearing down on him as if he'd never even left. The only thing he could think to do to relieve this extra weight on his shoulders was tell someone. But the only person he could trust to not overreact or lecture him was Kacchan. So, when his oldest friend finally answered the phone, Deku had gone off the rails in a tangent explaining everything that had happened over the past two weeks. And Bakugo had kept up as best as he could, interrupting to angrily demand that he explain something over again as needed.

"So, what the hell more do you think you can do for her from way over here?" Bakugo snapped when Deku was finally done yapping his ear off. "You got her laptop back, plus you snatched up whatever drug they were experimenting with. That's all she said she needed."

Deku had stopped to finish his phone call before going inside the apartment, leaning against the wall next to his front door and keeping his voice low to avoid any potential for eavesdropping. Luckily, it was only Aki around to keep him company.

"I just don't have a good feeling about this." He said, crouching down to scratch the cat under his chin. "You've seen how the news is painting the protestors out to be."

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, it's not true!"

"What's not true?" He snapped. "Those scientists were trying escape with state secrets or some shit and got caught. Shit happens."

"But that's just it." Deku insisted, watching Aki slink between his shoes. "The workers there know the consequences for trying to leave, so they don't bother to try anymore. Instead, they just blackmail each other with company secrets until they get what they're after!"

"…Is that supposed to sound less crazy than what the news is puttin' out?"

"No, it's not crazy! It's the truth!" He rebuked, knowing fully well how crazy he sounded. "The protestors are rallying over the deaths of those scientists because they weren't trying to leave!"

Bakugo growled from the other end. "What the fuck are you tryna say, you damn nerd? These guys were killed for the fun of it, then?"

Deku ran his fingers through his mop of dark hair and bit his lip as Aki stared up at him with his big olive orbs. His brain still felt heavy from his dose of what was essentially a sleep potion, but of this he was certain.

"Spit it out, Deku!" Bakugo's impatience was powerful enough to make his stomach drop even though they were separated by the phone.

"I think it's Melissa's company in that video." He felt guilty for finally expressing such suspicions out loud, but for once Bakugo was silent long enough for Deku to explain himself. "The scientists who were killed belonged to Shield Industries – something felt familiar when I was up on the helipad that night, but I couldn't put my finger on it at the time. But then it hit me. There were extra bullet holes, other than the ones being fired at me, and they matched the spots where those scientists were all lined up in the video."

Bakugo released a long sigh and didn't answer for a while, probably ruminating over this new tidbit of information. "Christ, when you step in it, you reallllllllly fuckin' step in it, huh?"

Deku couldn't help but chuckle at the dose of dry humor, looking around for Aki who must have grown bored from inattention and disappeared. "You're tellin' me…"

"Now lemme ask…" He said. "Does she know?"

He held his breath, unsure how to answer him. "I haven't said anything yet."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because I'm still not 100% certain, and I didn't want to give her yet another thing to worry about!"

"So, what then?" He spat. "You two move on from here like everything is back to normal? Fat fuckin' chance."

Deku released a strained snarl of frustration, wondering how on earth he was feeling worse now when this conversation was supposed to alleviate his concerns.

"That's why I don't think this is over."

"Of course, it's not over!" Bakugo barked. "It won't be over until those fuckers have that chick's head on a stake!"

"Is that supposed to make me feel better!?"

"Since when is it my job to make you feel better, you fuckin' nerd?!" He shouted back. "You wanna feel better, go fuck your girlfriend – don't call me expecting me to solve your stupid ass problems for you!"

"I called you for help!"

"Then shut the fuck up and let me help!"

Deku ripped the phone from his ear and threatened to throw it over the balcony in his anger. Only Bakugo could rile him up like this, the arrogant prick.

"The first thing you gotta do is tell Melissa that you think it's her company in that goddamn video. This way she can try to get ahead of any trouble comin' her way." Not that he was taking a page directly from Noriko's book of damage control, or anything. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. "She didn't have anythin' to do with the execution, did she?"

"No, of course not!"

"Well either way, she's the first one they're all gonna come after if this shit ever gets out." He retorted. "And if none of them are allowed to leave the island, it sounds like she's got nowhere to run if it ever hits the fan."

"Then I have to go back." Deku declared without a second thought, instantly regretting the words as soon as they'd left his lips. But there was no taking them back now. "Someone has to be there to protect her – if I figured out the location of the video, then it's only a matter of time before someone else does, too."

"You're so predictable." Bakugo scoffed. "How the hell are you gonna explain that to Uraraka after you just got back?"

Deku blinked in genuine shock, mostly because he was still reeling from his own unintentional admission.

"I just said to tell Melissa what you told me, so she can solve this shit on her own." He clarified. "You did your part already – if she needed your help anymore, she woulda said so."

"But I have to go. I –"

"You don't have to do anything, dumbass." Bakugo spat. "You want to go back."

"I…" Deku was at a loss. Despite their differences, at the end of the day he truly took Bakugo's words to heart. He would never admit it out loud, but he was probably the closest thing to a brother he'd ever had, so his insights always carried a lot of weight.

"For such a giant nerd, you really are the stupidest person I know." Bakugo continued. "You can't be in two places at once, unless you managed to pull yet another quirk out of your ass while I wasn't lookin'." He paused to see if he would answer. "After all these years, you still can't figure out the difference between what you're actually responsible for and what you just want to do. You keep pretendin' like all these problems are yours to solve – like these catastrophes are just being forced on you or somethin'. It pisses me the hell off."

"K-Kacchan, I just can't leave her there by herself. They'll come after her! The whole island is about into erupt into civil war!" He bit back against the sting of Bakugo's words. "It's easy to judge what you didn't see for yourself – you just don't get it! I can't sit back and do nothing when I could be helping!"

"Helping who?"

"Everyone!"

"How, exactly?"

"I-I dunno yet!" He was too pissed off at this point to think of an immediate quick-fix that would shut him up and get him off his back. "It's not a one-step solution, alright?"

Bakugo laughed, a dark chuckle that threatened to send green sparks flying off Deku's body as he stood listening. "The last time you tried to help her, you wound up fucking up both missions for her. She practically spoon-fed them to you and you still found a way to jeopardize it. If ya ask me, she might actually be better off without you."

"Hey, screw you!" Deku spat, grasping the railing in front of him hard enough to leave dents in its wrought iron. "Shit went sideways in an instant so that's not fair to pin it on me!"

"Nothing is fair, idiot." He growled. "You're the only one around here still believin' it has to be."

"Oh, yeah?" Deku had snapped and he was seeing red. "Where the hell were you, then, Mr. Big Shot? You saw everything going on in the news – but the most I ever saw of you was your little publicity stunt with Uraraka! So, don't think you get to lecture me on –"

"You wanna know where I was?!" Bakugo boomed, cutting him off like a guillotine. "Fine! Yeah, I was nowhere near I-Island that night – but you wanna know why? 'Cuz I was too fuckin' busy revivin' your dead girlfriend back to life!"

The words sucker-punched him harder than Bakugo's actual fists ever could. Instantly, the fire that raged in his gut went out and he was left overlooking the skyline in a stupor.

"She…d-didn't tell me it was you." He stammered.

"I figured she didn't." He snapped. "So, if anyone has any right to lecture you about leaving again it's me – or her, for that matter. You almost fuckin' lost her and I had to step in again to do your job for you."

"You're wrong."

"Hah!?"

"I said you're wrong, Kacchan!" Deku stood again. "I figured you of all people realized how strong Uraraka actually is. She would never stop me from doing what's right – even it meant me leaving again."

"So, you're really gonna fuckin' do this…" It wasn't a question. "You moron."

He ignored the jab now that they were speaking somehwat calmly again. "Uraraka's gonna be mad but she'll understand."

"If you say so. I already told you it's a bad idea, so I'll gladly take her side in that argument." Bakugo's shrug was practically visible through his tone of voice. "All I can say is if you're really sure about this, then rip the band-aid. Don't wait. You're a shitty secret-keeper and you'll only hurt her if you wait 'til the last minute again."

"Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence…"

"What, you think I'm gonna lie to you to spare your stupid feelings? Dream on."

"Yeah, why would you ever hold back for a friend?" Deku seemed to chuckle.

"We ain't friends, nerd."

"Whatever." He huffed.

"Oi, so we done here or what? I got shit to do too, y'know."

"Yeah, I guess that's it. Thanks, Kacchan."

"Later."

Deku replaced his phone to his pocket and punched in the code to unlock the front door. He deposited his shoes in the genkan, slugging his carry-on over his sore shoulders with a relieved sigh that he was finally home. He rested his head against the door to the apartment before finally stepping through the threshold and taking in the wonderful aroma of homemade katsudon. Suddenly, everything felt okay.

No one was around to greet him as he passed by the kitchen to toss his bag into the bedroom and change out of his stale travel clothes, but he almost preferred it that way. After that conversation, especially. Uraraka was nowhere in sight, but he'd find her shortly. Right after his shower. That phone call with Bakugo had gotten more heated than he'd thought it would, and he needed wash off all this negativity before he saw her.

As the hot water ran through his mop of dark hair, he wondered how Uraraka would react to what he needed to tell her. He wondered if all the goodies he'd brought home would soften the blow for him. God, he really was a coward, wasn't he? He just didn't want to hurt her again – she'd been so upset when he first left two weeks ago, after all. So how else could he expect her to feel after learning he was planning to go right back to I-Island again? The worst part was that she would never try to stop him, even if she wanted to. Because just like he would never dream of getting in the way of her goals, she would never want to keep him from his.

Uraraka trusted him just as much as he trusted her, although that didn't mean very much anymore since he'd withheld the true nature of his "adventures" in I-Island from her. And the absence of information was the same thing as a lie in his book, and he had a sinking feeling that Uraraka would feel the same way. But how could he say no to helping Melissa take back her company from the greedy bastards who'd snaked it out from under her? It may not have been the original reason he'd gone, but it was the main goal she was after. And he'd stayed for the whole duration of the I-Expo to make sure she'd be safe during all the turmoil that had evolved with the protests. How could he possibly leave her there all by herself now, like a lamb in a lion's den?

But as his fingers began to prune under the showerhead, he'd been forced to remind himself not to bring up the truth about I-Island until the time was right. Despite what Kacchan had warned him about ripping the band-aid. A lot had happened here at home in his absence, as well, and it wouldn't be right to add onto that with something that could wait until a better moment presented itself. So, I-Island would have to circle the drain like the suds from his body wash for now.

Besides, Melissa had specifically crafted a device for Uraraka to use and, out of all the prototypes he'd demoed, he was eager to see this one in action. It would attach to the outside of her current suit and act like an exoskeleton to help her physically lift heavier objects without having to rely so much on her quirk. This way, she would be able to conserve some of her abilities and spare herself some of the nausea she often experienced after straining herself. And if nothing else, she could always use the exoskeleton to help her pack a more powerful punch when need be.

He wasn't sure how enthusiastically she would react to the gift though, especially considering she was still on the road to a full recovery. And perhaps reminding her of that wasn't the wisest thing he could do. He felt like he was walking on eggshells and they hadn't even seen each other yet. Luckily, there were other treats he could give her if that wound up being the case, though – specifically the dragon fruit, lychee, and mango flavored mochi he'd brought back from the island. At least he knew he'd done well with those, if nothing else.

Deku threw his towel in the hamper and dressed in comfortable clothes, slipping into his favorite green robe before leaving the bedroom. The kitchen was still empty, so he headed into the living room before finally locating the lady of the hour. He smiled at the sight of Uraraka asleep in an upright position on the plush sofa, remote still loosely grasped in her hand at her side. She'd clearly fallen asleep while waiting for him and he tiptoed over to awaken her with a warm kiss on the forehead.

"I'm home."

Her fawn tinted eyes fluttered open and a sleepy smile crept across her face when she settled onto his visage.

"Welcome back." She reached up and tugged him into another warm embrace and he had to catch himself on the back of the couch to keep from tumbling over it. "I missed you." She breathed him in deeply before finally releasing him.

"I missed you too." He smiled, wiping her bottom lip for her with a deep sense of longing.

"Are you hungry?" She shut off the TV and stood from the couch with a stretch to head into the kitchen.

"Famished." He followed her. "I've been smelling dinner ever since I walked in the door."

She pulled their ceramic dinner bowls from the oven, where she'd been keeping them warm since she'd finished cooking, and deposited them on the eat-in counter that lined the border of the kitchen and dining room. Deku excitedly removed the cover of the delft blue donburi bowl, shaking his fingers of the heat that bit back.

"Careful!" Ochako admonished. "It's hot!"

"Can't wait." He grabbed his chopsticks and dove into the dish, slicing through the pork and rice to pluck out the perfect first bite that was equal parts onion and egg, too. He groaned in delight and gave Ochako a look that was near-tears. "So good!"

She smiled and took a bite of her own serving, sharing in his shivers. She'd done a damn good job, though she couldn't exactly take all the credit. She'd wound up calling Deku's mom halfway through trying to figure out which oil to fry the cutlets in, begging the poor woman to coach her through the rest.

The pair ate side-by-side, regaling each other with exciting tales of the past two weeks. Deku teased her that her photo with Bakugo had reached I-Island, and in short order demand for Ground Zero's merchandise at the expo had skyrocketed. Melissa had even bought a keychain of his to plug into her phone, insisting that Ground Zero's attitude encouraged her to be tough, too. Ochako had begrudgingly understood, informing Deku that her social media had received a steady increase in followers ever since the photo went viral. Not to mention, an extremely concerned phone call from her parents.

In turn, he had described a very concise and edited list of the things he'd done on his solo voyage to the island, nerves unconsciously bouncing his leg for him. When he wasn't helping Melissa, he was out and about scouring the expo for rarities to claim, eating overpriced items at themed restaurants, and joining in other various festivities. A few fans had even recognized him in-costume, which had really made his heart soar.

But as he spoke about Melissa's work, he couldn't help but become a bit dismayed. Ulterior motives aside, Melissa just couldn't figure out a way to conjure up anymore of his predecessors' quirks. So, he'd left I-Island with the same quirks he'd had when he first arrived, and Bakugo's joke about it on the phone had stung more than he cared to admit. But on the bright side, his carry-on was full of various gadgets and tools for both hero work and everyday chores.

At that, Ochako had retrieved the strawberry roll cake from the fridge and cut them each a piece. She gave herself an extra dollop of whipped cream because she deserved it and marveled at her craftmanship.

"How are you feeling?" Deku asked, grabbing a stray strawberry that had fallen from his slice and feeding it to her.

Ochako eagerly chomped down on it and happily nodded, licking her lips. "Much better."

He stared at her lips – at the tiny smear of whipped cream she still hadn't noticed. "Good." He brushed his thumb against her mouth to get it for her, licking it off his own finger and eliciting a shiver up her spine with the lusty look in his eye.

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He pounced, leaping from his chair to cradle her face between his hands and took her lips with his. She tasted just like the sweet cake they'd been eating, and he hungrily pushed her onto the nearby dining room table. They knocked over the wooden fruit bowl and decorative table runner, sending it clattering to the floor. Ochako tangled her fingers into the mess of hair she'd longed to have between her fingertips for fourteen whole days, making sure he knew just how much she'd missed him with each tug.

Deku nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent like it was his lifeforce and trailed kisses so hot under her ear that she felt like she might melt. He tugged his vintage All-Might T-shirt from the hem of her high-waisted linens in order to remove it entirely. As she unhooked her bra, he reached behind him for the tub of whipped cream and gauged her reaction.

Her cheeks flushed pinker than before and she opened and shut her mouth several times, as though her mind was struggling to keep up with what was going on. Deku plunged a finger into the whipped cream and slowly, delicately traced a heart just below her clavicle. Keeping her rattled gaze, he gently licked the topping off and she sucked in a sharp breath.

He quickly backed off. "Too much?"

"Not at all." She enthusiastically pulled him back into her arms, slipping his robe from his shoulders, and pushing him down into the spot on the table that she had vacated. She placed the tub of whipped cream beside him and pulled down the hem of his lounge pants far enough to get a proper handle on him.

He wasn't ready yet, which was exactly what she'd wanted. She dipped her finger into the topping and painstakingly traced it along his length, relishing in his strained hiss as he leaned back on his elbows. She loved teasing him, and he loved that she loved teasing him. Once she'd decided he was properly covered, she set to cleaning him off again, licking as much as could handle in one gulp before going back for more.

Deku moaned and placed his hand on her head until he could stand it no longer and told her that they needed to switch. As she settled in, he quickly dipped his dinner napkin into what remained of his water in order to properly clean off the rest of the whipped cream. Ochako untied her linens and kicked them onto the floor, underwear following a second later and warily eyed the table before getting back on.

"Do…do you think it'll hold us?"

"It can support up to 310lbs."

Of course he would know something like that off-hand.

"Now, where were we?" He smiled, pinning her onto the table with kisses before helping her sit up again. Hands on her thighs to separate them, he squeezed in-between and gingerly pushed himself inside.

"A-ah!" Ochako wrapped a desperate hand behind his neck to steel herself as she suddenly came.

"Did you just…?"

She was panting, both from surprise and embarrassment. "It's…been a while."

Deku couldn't help his smirk. He retrieved her hand from the back of his neck and gently kissed her palm, before throwing it over his shoulder again to bring her face to his.

"I'm gonna move now, alright?" Their foreheads were touching, reducing him to an intimate whisper.

She nodded, closing her eyes and losing herself in their rhythm. With each thrust, he drove himself deeper still, and the angle from sitting upright was hitting Ochako in all the right spots. She felt her body bubbling up to a boil again and willed herself to hang on just a little longer. Deku didn't seem anywhere close to being done, but she didn't quite mind the idea of him outlasting her.

"It's too…" She breathed.

Egged on by her moaning, he grasped the small of her back and dragged her to the edge of the table and even tighter against him. The new proximity left both of them gasping, and the sound of her whines as her muscles spasmed around him threatened to send him over the edge, too.

"Go on." He goaded, strong hands holding her fast.

Ochako clutched his shoulders as he moved relentlessly both against and inside of her. Two weeks away had not made him a merciful man, and it was clear she would, quite literally, not be getting off easy tonight.

"I can't." She cried into his ear.

He paused only for a moment to readjust himself and capture her lips with his.

"What do you need?" He tenderly breathed against her ear.

"Touch me." She demanded, equal parts turned on and mortified by her own words.

"Here?" He teased, grazing a rough thumb across her rosy nipple.

Despite her pleasant shiver, she shook her head negatively, forcing Deku's mouth to curve into a devilish smile.

"Here?" He rested his hand against her bellybutton and slid between their bodies to caress her most sweetest of spots.

"Mmh!" She bit down on her lip as Deku continued to tease her. "Faster!"

He started moving again, unrelenting in his ministrations until he could feel her reach her limit again.

"D-Deku!" She writhed against him, voice frantic as her body twitched from his movements. Watching her face for those honest reactions was proving to be too much for him as well, and he quickly grabbed her face to kiss her again.

"I'm gonna…" He moaned into her mouth. "Ah – Uraraka!" He rode out his climax as long as he could before finally collapsing backwards into the chair.

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A/N: How was THAT for a reunion? ^^; Soz, no time for after-nookie snuggles! I had to end it there – this one was already 11 pages long! But I did promise you a whopper of an update after all! Hopefully this one makes up for May and June since I'm still working on the next chapter right now. But it should be done in time for a July update. See you then!