In hindsight, maybe cardstock wasn't the best choice.
Uraraka frowned, tilting her head at the heavy crease the fold had created. It wouldn't be so terrible if it hadn't generated white cracks in the sky blue paper. Even though she'd had the foresight not to write on the paper, opting to use loose leaf, she would still need to fold the colored cardstock.
Or she could place two sheets together and staple the edges to make an envelope.
Did she own a stapler?
Iida had one for sure, she'd be surprised if he didn't. If not, she could always borrow one from work study, but she'd planned for this to be done today while Bakugo was-
"Well?"
Uraraka blinked, looking up at Kaminari and Kirishima standing across the table. Both were grinning wildly at her as they anticipated her answer. "Um." she dropped the folded sky blue paper to the table, rubbing her palm into her forehead. "No."
Screw the staples.
Back to the original plan.
Fold the cardstock, ignore the awful cracked creases, and seal the letters she'd written with stickers and glue sticks as she had planned.
She glared at the pair, realizing they were still in front of her. "Absolutely not."
"Why?" Kaminari whined, palms flat against the table as he leaned toward her. "This is brilliant."
No. "Is it really though?" she questioned, picking up an orange piece of cardstock. An annoyed sigh blew past her lips as she folded the paper, trying to overlook the heavy cracks in the fold. She picked up one of the sheets of loose leaf stacked next to her, skimming over the words she'd written in purple ink.
"You're telling us you don't want to do something special for your boyfriend who's going away for the summer?" Kirishima challenged with a knowing smirk as he folded his arms across his chest.
"I didn't say that." She was already doing something. Uraraka could only guess what Bakugo would think of her little project, not that she was planning on seeing his reaction. "I'm just saying I don't think a surprise going away party is good idea." She folded the piece of loose leaf, carefully sticking it inside of the cardstock. "Actually, it sounds like a surprise party is the Titanic of bad ideas."
Uraraka had already decided to let that ship sail.
"Dude, not cool," Kaminari shook his head. "That movie wasn't even that bad. Yeah, it's old, but didn't it win a bunch of awards?"
Kirishima sighed loudly while Uraraka bit her tongue as she peeled a few stickers off to seal the letter inside the cardstock. "It's a figure of speech," Kirishima explained.
Kirishima was certainly a better person than she was.
"What?" Kaminari questioned.
"It's a simile. She is saying the surprise party would be an epic disaster. "
"Metaphor actually," Uraraka corrected, "But yes, I'm pretty sure a surprise party for Katsuki is a really, really bad idea.."
"And what makes you think Katsuki wouldn't like it?" Kaminari questioned, bringing an elbow to the table as he stared at her amused.
Uraraka rolled her eyes, picking up the sheet of stickers with a loud sigh.
Right.
They'd silently agreed to address each other with their family names while in class, but the formality seemed to fade once they were at the dorms. Even though this started a few weeks ago, it was still something that created a bit of a stir amongst some of their classmates.
"Because surprise parties are hostile." Uraraka wasn't even going to take the bait. It was easier for her to pretend that she hadn't noticed, while Bakugo would threaten to blow someone's head off for pointing out how they addressed each other outside of class.
"Okay, just because Bakugo is a bit of a grouch doesn't mean we shouldn't try to something for him," Kirishima reasoned.
"Um, a bunch of people yelling out "surprise" to someone with a short fuse and an explosion quirk in a room full of paper streamers and decorations sounds like a bad idea to me." The fire hazard issues aside, she was pretty sure Bakugo would probably be resistant to the party.
"Oh shit," Kaminari whispered thoughtfully, slowly pulling himself up with a frown. "That wouldn't be good if he lit the balloons on fire."
"We could talk to support about different decorations?" Kirishima suggested.
"Yeah, but the helium inside will cause explosions."
"Um no," Uraraka stopped them. "Helium is a noble gas."
They blinked.
"Noble gases don't burn," she explained, picking up the marker in front of her. "So if Bakugo were to use his quirk by a balloon, the balloon would pop but it wouldn't explode because helium doesn't burn." She leaned down, quickly writing a message on the front of the sealed cardstock, then picked it up to fan the wet ink dry.
They stared at her, wide-eyed and confused.
"What?"
"How do you even know that?" Kirishima questioned shaking his head.
"Like," Kaminari shrugged, head still spinning from her explanation. "Okay, I appreciate the knowledge you have about your boyfriend but-"
"It's basic chemistry," she corrected, picking up a yellow piece of cardstock to fold. "The only thing about Katsuki's quirk I need to know is that it can ignite things which is common knowledge. The rest is chemistry which we had during our first year and briefly in our second year." The subject was also brought up in Emitter Physics. "We just mentioned chem stuff in Physics!"
"We did not talk about honorable gases!"
Close enough.
Whatever.
"Noble gases," Kirishima corrected, "Sounds familiar though.
"The point is you're the only one who would think of that," Kaminari continued.
"Okay," Uraraka nodded smirking as Midoriya, Todoroki, Iida, and Yaoyoruzu stepped into the lounge. "Hey," she called over to them.
"Hey!" Midoriya greeted brightly as they walked over toward the table she'd been using. "What's up?
"I have a question-"
"Yeah, okay ask some of the smartest people in our class this random piece of information, cause that's fair," Kaminari mumbled, throwing his hands up as he took a few steps away from the table.
"If the lounge were full of balloons full of helium and Bakugo set off his quirk near them would the balloons explode?" Uraraka questioned, looking over at them brows raised as she waited for an answer.
"No."
"No."
"No."
"No."
"Oh, whatever!" Kaminari hissed.
"Helium isn't flammable," Iida stated.
"Why would we ever need to know that?"
"In case we're ever called to apprehend someone in a place with chemicals," Midoriya shrugged slowly. "So, like if Shouto ever had to use his left side in a store with balloons-"
"Why would that ever be a thing?"
"Because crime doesn't discriminate against locations."
"Or it could be at a festival that has balloons," Yaoyoruzu offered. "Either way someone with a flammable quirk would understand that unleashing it wouldn't do harm to the civilians around."
"That way they could have a strategy," Iida added. "Sometimes my bursts set off sparks so I have to be mindful of how far I push it."
"That's fair," Kirishima nodded chuckling. "I will have to pay more attention in general studies."
"Where exactly did this question come from?" Todoroki questioned curiously.
"They want to throw Katsuki a surprise party before he leaves for the summer," Uraraka answered as she moved onto another letter.
"Well, it would also be for Todoroki," Kirishima frowned. "So…." His eyes slid toward Todoroki standing near him. "Surprise?" He announced, waving his hands with an awkward smile.
"He hates surprise too."
"He does," Midoriya confirmed with a nod.
"Not all the time," Todoroki insisted thoughtfully. "I think surprises are a nice unexpected way to show someone that you're thinking about them."
"Yes, but they are talking about a bunch of people hiding in darkness, jumping out, screaming surprise, then insisting you participate in activities they have prepared for you without your knowledge so you don't have time to plan for what is to come," Iida explained.
"Yeah, so what if they're having a bad day? Or they're tired? Not in the mood for party?" Uraraka listed a few scenarios as she kept folding and sealing her letters.
"Who-" Kaminari shook his head sadly looking at Iida and then Uraraka. "Who the hell hurt you all?"
"I was just explaining the components of a surprise party," Iida spoke.
"Kinda sounded pretty grim you guys," Kirishima cringed.
"I don't have anything against surprise parties," Uraraka defended, setting her paper down. "I just don't think they are for everyone. I think we should tell Todoroki and Katsuki that we want to do something for them before they go, let them give input for a date, time, and activities so that way we're not making it seem like an act of aggression."
"It's a surprise party!" Kaminari shouted.
"Yes but-" Todoroki murmured to no one in particular. "To be fair I am pretty sure Bakugo takes breathing as an act of aggression-"
Uraraka snorted, eyes bouncing off each of her friends.
No one could argue that.
Certainly not Midoriya.
Even though Bakugo had mellowed out over the last few years, he was still Bakugo.
"So it might be better if he were aware that we are forcing him to socialize."
"You make him sound like he's a rabid puppy," Uraraka commented with a little snort.
"Well," Midoriya shrugged stiffly, ready to express what everyone around him was thinking. "That description isn't wrong."
"It's pretty accurate actually," Todoroki nodded amused.
"You guys are awful," Uraraka grinned as she picked up a piece of cardstock, shoulders shaking with mirth as she folded it.
"It was your description," Kirishima smiled, curling a hand underneath his chin. "And I gotta say, it's kinda perfect." He nodded at each person standing around the table. "Really perfect."
"Makes sense," Kaminari agreed.
She decided it would be inappropriate to point out that Kaminari had trouble with his own metaphor earlier. This was a simile though. "I guess." Bakugo was definitely starting to rub off on her.
"You said it," Kirishima reminded her.
"I did." She had. "So, what were you guys planning?"
"Well," Kaminari drawled, rubbing his palms together with a devilishly proud grin, "I already asked my brother, and he said we can have this little shindig at the bar he works at. It would have to be during the week because weekends are busy so I was thinking that Thursday when finals were done before we all leave."
"There is absolutely no way U.A. will permit us hosting an event at a bar when we are all underage," Iida shook his head rapidly as he gestured wildly.
"We got away with it once."
"True," Kirishima acknowledged.
"Eh," Uraraka started, pointing her marker at him. "I am pretty sure Aizawa knows what happened but chose not to say anything."
"Really?" Yaoyoruzu questioned curiously. "I figured we would have had house arrest at the very least for a stunt like that."
"Aizawa picks his battles." Much like a parent, Uraraka was fairly certain there wasn't much their homeroom teacher didn't know about what happened in and outside of the classroom.
He was aware of the relationships that had formed and had been broken.
The rivalries.
The squabbles.
The gossip.
More than he cared to know.
"I'm pretty sure he knows we went out that night but really didn't feel like dealing with us at the end of the school year." As dutiful as Aizawa was he wasn't about to tackle a stack of disciplinary forms when he had a long list of duties to close out the year and begin to prepare for the next. "Though, I don't think he'll mind punishing us for the second term."
"Yeah, I don't think going to a club is a good idea," Yaoyoruzu recognized. "We could get permission to have a class gathering at the lounge."
"Class gathering?" Kaminari repeated.
"Technically parties are against the rules," Iida reminded him. "However, a gathering to support two of our classmates before they embark on a summer internship sounds reasonable."
"You should be a lawyer," Kaminari marveled.
"I need you with me the next time I stand before the academic panel," Kirishima said, giving Iida the thumbs up with a grin.
"Hey! I would also like legal representation."
Uraraka laughed, leaning down to write.
"What is all this?" Todoroki asked, picking up one of the sealed pieces of cardstock. "Open when you miss me?"
"I'll take that," Uraraka cringed, blushing furiously as she snatched the envelope from him. She pulled the unsealed letters close to her, turning them face down to avoid curious eyes.
"Something for Bakugo?" Midoriya smirked, trying to peak at the other labels on the makeshift envelopes.
She kept her eyes to the table, feeling their gazes. "Yep."
"Aren't you worried about him walking in and seeing your hard work?" Thank goodness for Midoriya keeping it logical and not making fun of her little project. Kirishima's, Kaminari's, and Todoroki's gazes were enough for her to feel embarrassed.
Iida and Yaoyorozu had the decency to at least try to keep their faces neutral.
"I'm meeting him at the mall in a few," Uraraka remarked, quickly going back to her task. "Right now he's out with his parents, so he's not gonna see." She would have done this in her room, but with her luck, she'd leave evidence of her project. The large study table in the lounge allowed her space to organize the task efficiently.
"Perfect time for us to start planning this thing!" Kaminari cheered, pumping his fist. "Oh, Todoroki, no offense dude, you gotta go so we can plan."
"Or why don't I ask Katsuki how he feels about this?" Uraraka shrugged with a tight smile and wide eyes as she picked up a pink piece of cardstock. "Then we plan."
"I'll start drafting a proposal for a formal gathering in the lounge," Iida responded.
Yaoyoruzu nodded, looking at him, "I'll help you with that."
"You guys are definitely coming with me to appeal the academic panel's decision to put me in remedial classes this summer," Kaminari whispered.
"Totally," Kirishima agreed.
"We haven't even taken our finals yet," Midoriya told them.
"Dude," Kirishima started truthfully, "I know, what I know."
"The best predictor of the future is past behavior," Kaminari nodded sagely, pointing at each of them. "That's what the TV says."
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"Where's ma?" Bakugo grumbled slouching in his chair, looking out the large window next to their table.
"Your mother had to go look at fabric samples," Masaru answered glancing down at the lunch menu.
"For what?" Bakugo snorted. Drumming his fingers against the table, his red eyes boredly followed people moving around the mall. "She just reupholstered that damn couch what? Like two years ago?" To be fair, the reason she'd needed to reupholster the couch was because he'd gotten the bright idea to work on another special move on summer break after his first year at U.A.
Not his first time firing off a shot in the living room.
Considering their quirks, he'd figured his mother would have gotten something fireproof a long time ago.
Maybe after the fourth time he'd set the couch on fire or the third time his father had singed the fibers reaching for the remote.
"No, she's been working on prints for the fall collection. She needs to approve them before mockups are made."
"She went back to work?!"
"After you moved into the dorms," Masaru chuckled fondly. "Where did you think she goes all day?"
Bakugo blinked. He really hadn't considered where his mother had gone when she left the house while he was home during breaks. "I didn't think she was at work." He didn't have memories of his mother working full time. He remembered her being tucked in her hobby room sewing or screen printing.
"She never worked before."
"She did before you were born and she'd work while you were at school until you were in about third grade before moving to freelance work," Masaru reminded him.
"Well, it's the fucking weekend." Bakugo angrily stirred his drink before stabbing his straw into the glass. "She was bitching about us going to lunch since the day after I came to dinner, so I don't know why she isn't here!"
"Deadline changed, so your mother needed was needed at the office since she's head of the textiles for this collection," Masaru explained, "If she finishes earlier, she'll come join us."
It would be nice to remind his mother that this whole thing was her damn idea to her face.
"So, how's school going?"
Even now, Bakugo wasn't sure how to answer that question. "Fine." That had been the standard answer for years, no point in reinventing the wheel.
Masaru nodded, satisfied with the answer, "That's good."
His father wouldn't push it.
"How's Uraraka?"
Because he had a new subject to press. "She's fine," he shrugged awkwardly, looking past his father's glare. "She's gonna meet me here because she thinks I need to get crap for my internship."
"Don't you?"
"I don't fucking know," Bakugo admitted, letting his back fall into his chair with a loud sigh. "I can only drag so much stuff with me."
"Wouldn't hurt to get a couple of new things," his father suggested with a soft smile. "You might want to keep one of your suitcases empty so you can bring some things back with you."
"I don't need an entire suitcase of crap."
"You're going to want to bring Uraraka back some things aren't you?"
"Not a whole suitcase full."
"No, but you need some extra space to bring things back," Masaru informed. "I typically bring an extra bag or keep half of my suitcase empty. I mean, you could always ship things back home, but I don't know how much downtime you'll have to do that."
"Yeah." He wasn't about to spend the little free time he had searching for a post office. "I'll take an empty duffle bag on or something."
"That gonna be enough space?"
"Ochako just wants me to bring her back snacks."
"So?"
"I think a duffle bag should be plenty of space for fucking snacks," Bakugo snorted. "Even though she would love a damn suitcase full of chocolate."
Masaru chuckled, "Might be nice to get her a bunch of stuff."
A bunch? Yes. A suitcase full seemed unreasonable.
"Did you guys talk about you leaving?"
"Yeah!" he barked too quickly, too defensively, and way too loud for the small space they were in.
Masaru raised his eyebrows, looking at his son expectantly as other customers looked at them curiously.
Bakugo slouched deeper into his chair, rubbing a hand on his face as he growled. Somewhere in the back of his head, he'd known this conversation was coming. He'd managed to avoid discussing the aftermath of his argument with Uraraka to Kirishima. "We did." But, it was different with his father.
Kirishima's powers of getting Bakugo to talk were different. Even though Kirishima possessed the same quiet power of persuasion and sunshine toward his grouchiness and gloom, he hadn't mastered the art like his father had.
"I didn't tell her, so she ended up finding out from one of her idiot friends after we came over for dinner."
"Good thing your mother and I didn't bring it up," Masaru breathed in relief. "We figured it wasn't appropriate to bring up because distance can make things complicated."
"How?" He wasn't excusing his lack of communication. "I'm leaving for a few weeks and coming back." It wasn't as simple as he stated, but it wasn't complicated either.
He'd be back.
"It's not like I'm going off to war or some shit."
"No, but some people don't want to deal with distance-"
That hadn't been their issue.
"Your mother and I talked about breaking up when she took an internship in Europe for a year."
"After she chased you around like goddamn lunatic, she had the nerve to try to break up with you?" Bakugo didn't know the details of his parents love story, but his mother's sisters had told him his mother had pursued his father quite 'persistently'.
"It's not about that," Masaru told him, folding his hands on the table. "Your mother and I loved each other enough to let each other go."
"That's dumb," Bakugo scoffed angrily. "You don't let go of people you love."
"So you love her?"
He'd definitely walked into that. "Huh?"
"Are you in love with her?"
"I-" Bakugo sputtered, angrily crinkling the napkin in front of him. "I-I don't fucking know. What does that even mean?" His face heated at the little word.
He loved combat.
He loved being a hero.
He loved spicy food.
Even though he hadn't said it in years, he loved his parents.
His family.
No matter how much they clashed, his witch of a mother was included in that statement.
"It's not a hard question."
The fuck? "I beg to fucking differ, old man." There wasn't a right answer. This wasn't about the truth. No matter what he told his father, his response opened him up for more follow up questions. "And we've only been dating for a few months."
"And?"
"You're telling me," Bakugo started slowly, scowling at his father in disbelief. "That you're encouraging your teenage son to be in love with some girl he just started dating."
"Not encouraging. I was just asking you a question."
"Yeah, a fucking loaded question."
"No," Masaru told him truthfully. "Katsuki, whether your mother and I like it or not, you're an adult now. We're pretty sure you're moving out before the ink dries on your diploma," Masaru chuckled with a sad smile. "The most we can hope for is that we've taught you well enough for you to make the best decisions for yourself."
He hated when his father got like this. His mother's rage driven affection was easier to deal with than his father's gentle parenting.
"I know we're not going to like all your choices. Personally, I don't think it would be a bad idea for you to consider going to college for the business degree or taking a year to-"
"Dad." He didn't want to hear that speech again.
Bakugo already had a plan.
Graduate. Secure a sidekick position. Work like hell to become number one.
"I know," Masaru stopped himself with a sigh. They didn't need to have that conversation again. "There's nothing wrong with loving someone, son."
"No-" He knew that, but… "I-" Bakugo paused, sitting up straight as he inhaled deeply. "I almost turned down the fucking internship because I didn't want to be unfair to her."
"There's nothing wrong with that."
"It was fucking stupid."
"What did Uraraka say?" his father asked curiously.
Bakugo chuckled, giving his father a little smirk, "She told me to go and to bring her back snacks and shit. She was fine with it."
"She's letting you go?" Masaru smiled knowingly.
"I'm coming back," Bakugo reminded him. "And we're not breaking up."
"That's not what I meant."
"Huh?"
Masaru waved a hand, trying to stop the smile breaking over his lips as their server approached them, "Don't worry about it."
"What?"
"You'll understand eventually," Masaru dismissed before turning to their server.
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"I have enough shit."
Uraraka rolled her eyes, pulling her boyfriend around the mall, "That's not the point. The list suggested you get-"
"It's shit I already have," he grumbled, letting her drag him into the department store with little resistance.
"Do you have sunscreen?"
"The fuck do I need that for?"
She laughed, pulling him to the men's section, "Because of that big bright ball of gas in the sky that radiates poison to your skin cells?" She stopped them in front of the collared shirts, picking up one and holding it against his chest, waiting for him to respond. "Well?"
"You want my opinion on this ugly shirt or to respond to your comment about the sun?" Bakugo questioned, keeping his mouth neutral as his eyes shone with amusement.
"Well," Uraraka rolled her eyes, placing the shirt back on the rack. "You're probably going to be outside for field work a lot so you need-"
"We're outside for training a lot, and I don't use sunscreen."
She wasn't going confirm she'd noticed the faint tan lines on his arms and one creeping at his hip when his pants were slouched getting out of bed the other morning. "Well, you probably should," she commented, picking up another dress shirt.
He sneered, shaking his head at the light blue shirt, "The fucking moisturizer I use has SPF."
"How much?"
"What do you mean how much?"
"What number SPF?"
"I don't fucking know!"
"And that is why you need sunscreen," she sighed, picking up another shirt for him.
"I don't need a formal shirt!" Bakugo told her, shaking his head at the selection she made.
"The packing list said you should have two suits and a couple dress shirts just in case."
"I already have a suit."
"Where?" She hadn't noticed one in his closet at the dorms, but that didn't mean he didn't have one. He probably had one at home. "What color?"
"It's black and it's the one from when we went to the expo on I-Island."
Uraraka frowned, eyes squinting as she focused to remember that particular garment, "The one with the flowers on the vest?"
"Yeah?" Bakugo was impressed she remembered that.
"The one you've probably outgrown and is missing a sleeve cause you used your quirk in it?"
"We were under attack."
"Not the point," she shook her head as she continued to look at dress shirts. "The list said you need formal wear-"
"I highly doubt me and icy hot will even be allowed to go to any of those snooty ass events." In all likelihood, he imagined he'd be spending a lot of his down time in a hotel room with that jerk. "And Hawks doesn't fucking strike me as the type to be into that shit anyway."
"That isn't the point," Uraraka stated, going through the rack. "The list says you need a suit so…" She pointed to the selection around them. "Here we are. Unless you already have one-"
"I do." He probably did shoved in his closet.
"That you've tried on recently?"
"You're annoying." She wasn't, but he hated clothes shopping.
"I know," she grinned, bumping his shoulder playfully. "I guess I can let this go for now-"
Thank god.
"But…" Uraraka drawled, wrapping her arms around one of his as she lead him out the store. "You still need soap, toothpaste, sunscreen, and stuff."
"Tch," he shrugged.
"We're already here. You don't want to have to do things last minute."
"Who said it would be last minute?"
"You're leaving in three weeks, and you don't have a suit."
"I said I had one, angel face."
"Oh," she nodded. "So if I call your mom, she'll tell me that too?"
"What?"
Uraraka laughed, releasing his arm as she walked into the next store.
"Oi!"
She yelped, jogging toward the shampoo aisle as she giggled loudly.
"How the hell did you get that hag's number?" he questioned, shocked. He should have known his mother would pull something like this.
"Relax, I don't-"
Good.
"But-"
Fuck.
"She said Kirishima does and I could ask him for it if I needed it." Uraraka placed a hand at the side of his face, giving his cheek a little pat as she grinned at him. "She told me "Don't hesitate to call me if my son is being a little shit"."
That bitch.
"She was teasing." Uraraka ran to grab a shopping basket, quickly placing it in his hand as she plucked a few bottles from the shelf. "But, don't make me have to tell your mom on you." She stuck out her tongue, laughing as she held the bottles to him. "Which one?"
"Eh," he looked at the bottles. "It's fucking shampoo."
"You're the one who has to use it."
"Get whatever is going to last longer."
She shrugged, placing one of the bottles on the shelf.
He watched as she opened the cap and took a sniff of the shampoo. "What are you doing?"
"Making sure it smells nice."
He rolled his eyes, smirking at her, "Seriously?"
"I don't want your hair to stink." She stepped toward him and placed the bottle underneath his nose, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Smell," she commanded softly.
Bakugo sniffed the contents, "It's fine."
Uraraka looked down the aisle before turning back to him. She rose on her toes, resting a hand against his chest as she kissed him. "You're a butt," she murmured against his lips.
He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her against his chest.
"Katsuki," she murmured, sliding her free hand to his shoulder. "We're in public."
"And?" His hands pressed against the small of her back, keeping her close to him.
"And," Uraraka wiggled from his grasp, placing the cap on the shampoo. She waved the bottle at him then placed it inside the basket. "We have shopping to do."
"Tch," he growled, disappointed. Bakugo slid his hands in his pockets as he followed her down the next aisle. "And I was gonna buy you a pretzel and an ice cream cone."
Uraraka snorted, stopping a burst of laughter.
Bakugo shrugged, trying to hide a playful smile of his own.
"I don't know if you realize it now, but," she grinned, swaying her hips as she tossed a wink over her shoulder. "I can buy my own snacks. I'm making the big money now."
"You are," he acknowledged as he smiled. "Guess that means you're going to buy me an ice cream and a pretzel."
"Hmm," she hummed, picking up a pair of sunglasses from the rack and holding them in front of her face. Uraraka tipped her head down as she silently signaled him to lower his head. "Only if you're good."
"Eh." He allowed her to slide the sunglasses on his face. "Guess I'm not getting any ice cream."
"Oh well." They both knew he was.
"These things make me look fucking stupid," Bakugo complained, looking into the little mirror positioned next to the sunglasses rack. The oversized oval frames eclipsed his face and complete blacked out his eyes.
"You look…" Uraraka trailed off cringing through her amusement.
"Like a fucking bug."
"No," she giggled, reaching up to take the glasses off and put them on herself.
"Now you look like a fucking bug," he snorted, shaking his head as she reached for a glittery pair of star sunglasses. He dodged her attempt to place them on his face.
"A lovebug?" Uraraka cackled, lifting the lenses as she batted her eyelashes at him.
That little four letter word made his heart stop. "You kinda do look like a fly." Bakugo swallowed his overthinking as he picked up a glittery pink pair, holding them out to her.
She stuck her tongue out at him, taking the pink glasses and placing them on her face, "You should get a pair of travel sunglasses." She picked up a conservative pair of oval glasses set in black frames.
"I have sunglasses," he told her, allowing to stick the pair on his face.
"Yes, but you need a cheap pair you don't care about losing," she nodded, stepping back to examine how he looked in them. "You look good."
He did. "These cheap things probably don't even protect against UV light." Bakugo took the lenses off his face, looking at the tag.
"You don't wanna lose your good sunglasses overseas where you'll never get them back."
"So, let me get this shit straight," he started, looking at his girlfriend. "You're worried about me getting sunscreen, but not worried about if the cheap ass sunglasses don't protect my eyes, which are very fucking important-"
"Extremely fucking important," Uraraka reasoned with a nod, trading the pink glitter lenses for oblong lenses with pearlescent frames.
"Oi! Watch your damn mouth!"
She laughed.
"So, you really don't see a fucking problem with these cheap ass sunglasses?!"
Uraraka turned her head, puckering her lips at him. "Nope."
She looked ridiculous in those sunglasses, but in that moment Bakugo couldn't imagine a time when she looked more perfect. Her silliness somehow made his life make sense, and he couldn't imagine not having her in his life.
"You dork." The words tumbled from his lips breathlessly as he curled his fingers underneath her chin and brought their lips together in a gentle kiss.
"What was that for?" she whispered, pulling away from him. Brown eyes sparkled brightly behind the cloudy gray lenses as she looked up at him.
"No reason," Bakugo whispered, kissing her forehead.
He loved her.
To be Continued…