"Ow! No-"
"Wait!"
"No," Ashido whined, stomping her foot as she lowered the curling iron in her hand. "Come on! You can't go downstairs with half your hair curled."
Uraraka winced, looking at the bright, blistering burn forming at the side of her neck. Her brown hair fell in elegant rings around one of her shoulders. "Don't care." She was ready to just toss her hair in a ponytail and call it a night.
"It looks pretty," Asui commented with a happy nod, looking up from her position on the floor as Hagakure continued painting her nails.
"Not worth the burn though." That was definitely going to leave a mark. "I'm gonna comb it out." She rolled her eyes at the chorus of protests. "Nope, I'm done."
Ashido shook her head, "Don't you want Bakugo to see your hair all curled pretty?"
On their first date, he'd told her she was just fine the way she was. "My hair looks pretty the way it is." Uraraka narrowed her eyes, protectively clutching the hair she'd yet to allow Ashido to curl.
"Yes-"
"Okay then!"
"But, now that it's longer you can do so much more with it!" Ashido grinned, waving the curling iron. "And we have actually have time, for once, to sit around and do this stuff like this!"
"Like get burned?" Uraraka frowned, examining the mark in the mirror.
"Hey," Ashido shrugged unsympathetically, "It's one of those things you just accept when you pick up a curling iron, getting burned is inevitable."
Uraraka's frown deepened as she looked around the room at the other girls' faces. "Seriously?"
"Pretty much," Yaoyoruzu confirmed as she continued running a brush through her hair.
"I mean, statistically speaking it's bound to happen," Asui explained with a wobbly smile
"It's not that bad!" Hagakure chirped, waving a magazine over Asui's nails to hurry the drying process. "A little sting is a small price to pay for how cute you're gonna look!"
"Yeah!" Ashido encouraged, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Bakugo has never seen your hair curled so think about how much he's going to like it-"
Uraraka huffed turning toward the mirror.
The half of her hair that had been curled did look nice. Though she wasn't even sure that her boyfriend was the type to notice such changes. His fingers would curl in the strands of her ponytail anytime he noticed her hair up, but he never commented on her hairstyle.
Uraraka placed her hands on her shoulders, twisting her head from left to right.
The curls did look cute. "Okay, but I have a blister on my neck."
"This is exactly why I don't put hot bars of metal near my face," Jirou commented, stepping out of the bathroom and sitting on Ashido's bed as she pulled on her boots.
"Oh my gosh, it's not even a big deal!" Ashido cried, curling iron still in hand.
"You're not the one with a mark on your neck!" Uraraka hissed, snapping her head around to face her pink haired friend.
"Well," Ashido grinned, leaning against her dresser, "It'll match the hickey you have on the other side of your neck so…"
"What?!" Uraraka screamed, turning back to the mirror to check the other side of her neck. Her fingers carefully mapped up her neck as she looked for the mark Ashido mentioned. She didn't remember feeling Bakugo's teeth against that particular spot.
And Bakugo had found quite a few interesting places to sink his teeth.
"She's messing with you," Jirou called out.
"You don't have a hickey," Asui told her, carefully getting off the floor.
"But I find it interesting that you thought you had one, yeah?" Ashido grinned, placing a free hand on her hip. She gave the curling iron two clicks as she wiggled her eyebrows.
Yaoyoruzu shook her head, pulling her hair back, "You told her she had a mark, so what do you expect?"
"Yes, but that isn't the point!"
"I think I missed something here?" Hagakure wondered slowly, picking up a light blue bottle of nail polish.
Asui froze, touching a finger to her chin, "Ribbit?"
"The point is," Ashido drawled with a wide smile, "She had a reason to worry about there being a hickey on the side of her neck." Her eyes set on Uraraka, tilting her head as she waited for an explanation. "Cause we all know there has been an interesting change in sleeping arrangements over the last couple weeks."
Her neck sunk between her shoulders as her friends stared at her. "I am not the only person in this room that shares a bed with their boyfriend occasionally." Uraraka placed her fists against her hips, sending especially hard stares to Hagakure, Ashido, and Jirou. "And all we do is sleep!"
"We're not talking about me," Jirou flushed lightly, tilting back to rest an elbow against Ashido's bed.
"Me either," Hagakure decided.
Uraraka was so used to Kirishima's presence on her floor that it was almost as if he was their floormate. Though she didn't have much info on Kaminari and Jirou, only small snippets she'd heard when she was around them. "Don't forget I work with Ojiro." Not that he said anything, but a small comment could turn him red.
"He didn't say anything."
Damn. "So what if Ka-Bakugo and I have been sleeping in the same bed?" Uraraka flopped back down into the chair she'd been sitting in before Ashido had burned her.
Maybe if she let Ashido curl her hair they'd leave her alone for a bit.
"I am not hearing that you all are breaking rules," Yaoyoruzu sighed, picking up her outfit and stepping into the bathroom. "Not at all." She closed the door behind her.
"Like she doesn't already know," Ashido snorted as she continued to curl Uraraka's hair.
"I think she's trying to say she's not hearing this, so she doesn't feel obligated to report you all for breaking the rules," Asui summarized.
"She wouldn't," Jirou dismissed, waving a lazy hand. "She's broken plenty of rules with us."
"So, back to the issue at hand," Ashido spoke, clearing her throat. "What's going on with you and Bakugo? How serious is this? What color will the bridesmaids' dresses be?"
Uraraka stared at Ashido's reflection, "Really?"
"Inquiring minds would love to know!" Hagakure agreed. "Because you guys are super cute and pretty much already act like you're married."
"You know," Uraraka started, shifting her eyes to Hagakure, "I don't remember us discussing your bridesmaids' dresses." She leaned forward, looking around at the other girls.
"They're going to be rose," Hagakure answered shamelessly.
"Not getting married," Jirou explained with a shrug.
"I always imagined myself planning a wedding and then randomly eloping because," Ashido sighed happily, "Why not?."
"That doesn't even make sense," Asui commented with a frown.
"How are you not getting married?" Hagakure questioned, snapping her head to Jirou. "Does Kaminari know this?"
"We're in high school. I'm not even worried about marriage. That's not something you worry about until you're like thirty," Jirou frowned, rolling her eyes with a shrug.
Hagakure grimaced, "Thirty?"
"I don't know," The corner of her mouth curled down further as her frown deepened, "I like Kaminari just fine, but I'm not too worried about marriage. You don't need a piece of paper to be committed, so…"
"But the piece of paper and the ceremony," Hagakure countered.
"Not really necessary."
"I don't know," Ashido started, "Food, awesome party, fancy outfits, gifts…"
"You just said you were going to elope!"
Yaoyoruzu stepped out of the bathroom, her stride stopping at Hagakure's last word. "What?"
"They're talking about weddings," Asui answered with a neutral nod.
"No one is engaged!" Yaoyorozu cried looking around at her friends before her eyes landed on Uraraka. "Are they?!"
"Why are you looking at me?!" Uraraka shrilled, flinching as the curling iron tapped the back of her neck. "Ow!"
"Well, you moved!" Ashido screeched.
"She thinks I'm engaged because of you all!" Her face burned as she turned, facing Ashido angrily.
"It's not my fault you and Bakugo are all serious!" Ashido adjusted Uraraka's head. "Now sit still!"
Uraraka growled, folding her arms across her chest as she slumped down in the chair.
"To be fair, the bridesmaids' dresses comment was a joke," Hagakure told her with a little shrug.
"You have colors picked out!"
Jirou snorted, "I'm pretty sure she had those colors picked out before she picked Ojiro."
"She," Hagakure started with a laugh as the other girls joined her. "She is not wrong."
"That's no reason to be talking about weddings. We're not even done with high school yet," Yaoyoruzu shook her head.
"I said that!" Jirou commented.
"Hey, we're talking about love and commitment," Ashido corrected, continuing to curl Uraraka's hair. "And those two things have nothing to do with age. Look at Romeo and Juliet…"
"Two idiot teenagers who took less than a day to fall in love?" Uraraka asked brows raised.
"That's possible! Love isn't time sensitive."
"Also, the pile of bodies left in their wake because of them being stupid and supposedly in love," Yaoyoruzu added with distaste.
Ashido narrowed her eyes, "Did we even read the same play?"
"Is it that play that ended with, ya know," Jirou nodded with a tight frown. "More death? Which is not even close to happily ever after."
"Not very romantic," Asui commented.
"I mean," Hagakure hummed shrugging. "Yeah, yeah not very romantic at all."
"You guys are so busy nitpicking that you all have failed to see the bigger picture!" Ashido huffed, stomping her foot.
"I can't decide if I am horrified, offended, or really concerned that you've chosen to talk about this literary couple in a discussion of relationships," Uraraka mumbled.
"The story is about true love!"
"Also death and lots of stupidity," Jirou snorted, shooting a snickered glare toward Yaoyorozu.
"Whatever!" Ashido sighed loudly, picking up the can of hairspray. "It's better to have loved and lost than never have loved at all."
Uraraka coughed, fanning the hairspray from her face, "For three days? Not to mention the chaos it caused."
Ashido shrugged unapologetically as she picked up the curling iron once more, "I mean, wouldn't you rather have three intense crazy days with Bakugo than never have met him?"
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"I'm not cleaning this shit up."
Kirishima chuckled, hooking an arm around his friend's neck, "You're welcome." He waved a hand out in front of him, gesturing to their classmates moving about the lounge.
"I didn't ask for this." In the back of his mind, he knew that Kirishima would attempt to throw him a party before he left since Uraraka stopped the one for his birthday. "How did you idiots even get away with this?"
"Well," Kirishima shrugged. "Iida and Yaoyoruzu submitted a proposal wording it as a 'class gathering' to wish two of our classmates well before they left for the summer, so-" Kirishima raised his little red cup in the air, looking out to the modest party in front of them. "Cheers, man!"
Bakugo narrowed his eyes, taking a gulp from his bottle of water.
"You could at least enjoy yourself before you leave tomorrow night."
He'd planned on having some time to relax before leaving. Maybe spend a day or two in Tsu to meet Uraraka's family, but those plans had quickly changed when he All Might informed him he'd be leaving the day after final exams finished. "Tch." His quick departure after meant he wouldn't have to deal with his mother's sudden clinginess, but he'd deal with it for extra time with Uraraka.
"You should have fun."
Bakugo pushed the redhead, removing his arm from around his neck. He folded his arms tightly across his chest as he dropped his back against the wall and sent him a defiant look. "Piss off."
"Whatever, man," Kirishima chuckled, giving him a look from the corner of his eye. "I'll remember this temper tantrum when I catch you dancing with Uraraka."
He would have reminded him that the last time that occurred he'd also been drinking, but Bakugo wasn't speaking to him.
"If you need some liquid courage-"
He didn't expect Kirishima to forget what was the catalyst for his relationship with Uraraka.
"The punch bowl is right there," Kirishima nodded toward the table of snacks across the room.
Bakugo's eyes widened at the bright yellow punch and back to the cup Kirishima held, "You morons didn't!"
"To be fair, we didn't. Kaminari-"
Of course, that particular moron.
"Thought it wouldn't be a party without his special punch," Kirishima told him taking a small sip. "It's not like you can taste or smell it."
"Because that's smart!"
"Everyone knows Kaminari made the punch." Which meant consume at your own risk.
Bakugo watched Sero take a small serving of the punch, "And how the hell did you all get that by rich girl and four eyes?"
"Well," Kirishima shrugged, gulping down the rest of his drink and smacking his lips together. "Iida hates orange pulp in his juice and Yaoyoruzu hates pineapple juice, so I'll let you guess what the two main ingredients are?"
That was almost clever. "What are you all going to do if any of these idiots gets drunk?" He frowned, watching Sato take a drink.
"No one is getting drunk," Kirishima assured him. "There isn't even enough in there unless someone decided to drink the whole bowl."
Bakugo frowned as Sato got another cup, "Does he know that?"
"He'll be fine."
Sato didn't strike him as a guy who spent his weekend nights drinking, but…
"Most alcohol is carbohydrates anyway," Kirishima shrugged, looking down at his empty cup. "Carbohydrates are basically sugar. Sato's quirk requires sugar and Kaminari used coconut rum which is a ton of sugar."
Bakugo blinked, flinching back in shock.
"Plus Sato is a big guy, so I think physiologically he could handle a few drinks before getting buzzed," Kirishima reasoned. "I'd be more worried about one of the girls or Mineta being drunk before one of the guys. Not being sexist but men metabolize...what?"
Bakugo stared at the empty cup in his friend's hand, "I refuse to believe drinking raises your IQ." There were some inaccuracies, but he couldn't help be impressed with Kirishima's logic.
"Oh!" Kirishima grinned. "A couple of weeks ago we were talking about throwing you a surprise party-"
Of course they had.
"And Uraraka said something about people jumping out at you screaming being hostile and not a good idea-"
Smart girl.
"And Kaminari and I were worried about you blasting the balloons. Thinking that if you triggered your quirk when we had helium balloons you'd make them go boom causing a rain of fire-"
"Helium doesn't burn, shitty hair!"
Kirishima nodded still smiling, "See that's what your girlfriend said and a bunch of other people. They also said we should be more worried about you setting fire to all the paper decorations but-"
Bakugo couldn't argue with that logic.
"Long story short, I started paying attention in physics, and I took that battlefield analysis seminar. Interesting stuff."
"Ho-" Bakugo's brows furrowed as he tried to connect the logic in that story. "What the fuck?"
"Science is manly," Kirishima shrugged.
Bakugo gaped, shaking his head, "I'm so fucking confused right now."
"Don't be," Kirishima clasped a hand on his friend's shoulder. "No one is getting drunk. It's simple science."
At this moment, he chose not to recall the ten minute argument they'd had about the planets names when studying for an astronomy exam during their second year.
"They'd have to work really hard."
In Bakugo's opinion, someone would also have to work hard to confuse Venus and Saturn. "Whatever."
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"Well?"
"What?"
Uraraka sighed, shoulders deflating as she glanced at the side of Bakugo's head from across my room before returning her gaze to Todoroki, "My hair."
He shifted his focus to the curls cascading from her head. "It's curly."
"Yes," she nodded, stepping back into the kitchen area to make sure Bakugo couldn't see her. "Yes, it is."
"Very curly."
"How does it look?" she gritted out, looking at Todoroki expectantly.
Todoroki looked at her hair, giving a little shrug, "Like hair."
Her eyes widened.
"Curly hair," he tried again. "Very curly hair."
Her brows hiked up her forehead as she stared at him, "Seriously?" She pointed to her hair, lips wrinkling into a tight frown as she stared holes into him.
Todoroki shrugged, grabbing a handful of chips from the bowl in front of him, "Not sure what you want me to say."
"This is what I get for having boys as my best friends," she groaned, leaning against the counter.
"I'm not sure what that has to do with anything."
"Do with what?" Midoriya stopped, his lips turning down with a critical glance as he faced Uraraka.
Uraraka pushed herself up off the counter, "It's that bad?"
"No." He'd answered that a little too quick. "It's just different."
"Different?"
Green eyes traced the curls falling around her face. "Well, I've never seen you with your hair curled, makeup, or-" Midoriya gestured toward her outfit. "You don't look like you."
She slumped down against the counter. "Thank you for the reassurance."
"Uraraka-"
"Really. I appreciate it," she sighed. Resting her chin against the counter, she tangled her hands in her hair and sneered at them. "So, just so we're clear, you're saying I should change my clothes and comb my hair out before we go to Katsuki's house tonight?"
"What's wrong with your outfit?" Todoroki questioned, looking at her attire.
She wasn't showing that much skin, but she wouldn't dare wear this outfit outside of a party setting. "Nothing." The first time she'd met Bakugo's parents she was dirty and then sat at their dinner table in their son's oversized clothes.
Not the best impression, but they seemed to like her.
She wasn't sure how his parents would perceive the floral bell sleeved crop top that hung off her shoulder and high waisted black shorts that weren't exactly modest.
"Why are you guys going to his house?" Midoriya asked her.
"Since he's flying out in the evening, we're going to go to lunch with his parents tomorrow, and I'm going to ride with them to drop him off," she explained, standing up straight.
"So, you're hanging out with his family now?" Midoriya smirked, rising his eyebrows at her.
"You don't get to be cute with me after making fun of my hair," Uraraka growled, before turning to Todoroki. "You either."
"I didn't even say anything!" Todoroki defended.
"Well," Uraraka grumbled, stomping her foot, "You hesitated!"
"Your hair looks fine!"
"Why was that hard for you to say in the beginning?"
"You didn't ask me, Uraraka."
She shook her head, "I said how does it look!" Uraraka turned to Midoriya. "Does he do this to you too?"
"I don't ask him how my hair looks," Midoriya shrugged. "And my hair is naturally curly."
Fair. "This is what I get for being vain."
"Why are you so worried about this now?"
She paused.
Todoroki nodded, "If he doesn't like your hair, he's an asshole."
True.
"Well, a bigger asshole than he already is."
"Those-" Uraraka snickered, drumming her fingers against the counter, "Those are strong words for someone who is about to become his new best friend over the next couple weeks."
"Ew."
She laughed. "Seriously, are you excited?"
"Definitely," Todoroki confirmed. "I finally get an internship away from my father and some course credit for it."
"Wait," Midoriya stopped him. "You haven't been getting credit for all those summers and breaks you've been at your father's agency?"
"Only that one time during our first year," Todoroki explained, casting Midoriya a knowing glance. "After that, I couldn't get any more field credit so this internship is going to provide some relief for this year."
"Is that why you patrolled so much during practicals?"
"Oh yeah."
"U.A. changed the field work credit policy at the beginning of last year because of the influx of students who were well connected or related to current active heroes," Uraraka said shrugging her shoulders. "You can intern with whoever you want, as many times as you want, but you can't continue to get field hours from the same hero more than once. You have to make that up during practicals."
"Or the school wanted to ensure that nepotism wasn't a factor in my education because my father is the current number one hero."
"Probably that one," Midoriya nodded with his lips in a tight smile.
"Definitely that one," Uraraka agreed, picking up a pretzel and shoving it in her mouth, "And on that note, I am going to go talk to Katsuki."
"Your hair looks great," Todoroki nodded giving her a smirk.
Uraraka narrowed her eyes, smiling at him, "Asshole."
"You're going to miss me."
"I am." She was.
"More than Bakugo?" Todoroki grinned.
Uraraka gave a light punch to his shoulder before wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a hug. "No."
Todoroki laughed, finally returning her hug.
"But," she started, letting him go, "Izu will." Uraraka gave him a little wave as she started over toward Bakugo.
"Very true," Midoriya nodded as she left the kitchen. "Find us before you leave, will you?"
"I will!" Uraraka's fingers carefully raked through her curls as she slowly made her way to Bakugo. Whatever Kirishima was talking about kept him from noticing her. She locked eyes with Kirishima, shaking her head with a little smirk as she moved a finger to her lips.
Kirishima gave her a little nod as he continued to talk.
"Boo!" Uraraka grabbed his shoulder, giving a little jerk. She jumped back as she nervously bit her lip to hold back a burst of laughter at his surprise.
"The fuc-" The curse died on his lips as he turned to see her standing in front of him. Bakugo's fingers crinkled the water bottle in his hand as their eyes met.
A grin split over her glossed lips, the corners of her eyes wrinkling happily at his reaction. His reaction was small, but it was enough for Uraraka to know he was pleasantly surprised at her appearance.
He'd kick himself later for it.
It was frustrating how a little change suddenly tied his stomach in knots and made it hard for him to look away.
Bakugo had seen her outside of her usual uniform appearance, sweaty gym clothes, and in old ratty pajamas with messy hair. He was used to her casual dress for their dinner and mochi dates, and this outfit wasn't far from it.
But he'd yet to see her hair curled or that particular top.
"Your hair looks nice, Uraraka!" Kirishima shouted from his position behind Bakugo.
Her eyes rolled to the ceiling for a moment, before giving Bakugo a little shrug and smiling softly, "Thank you, Kirishima."
"Oi! Go compliment your own girlfriend's hair!" Bakugo barked, sending a murderous glance to the redhead.
"I'm pretty sure that's my girlfriend's doing, so I am technically complimenting her."
"How did you know Mina did my hair?"
"I may or may not have been her practice dummy a few times," Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "And I'd recognize those burn marks anywhere."
Bakugo's fingers gently curled in some of the locks by her face, lifting the hair to examine her neck.
"Unless those aren't burn marks," Kirishima grinned wickedly, looking at Bakugo and giving him a teasing nudge, "And are your handiwork?"
Bakugo growled loudly, tenderly cradling the side of her face.
Uraraka's face ignited against his warm palm. She stared up at him wide-eyed and with a wobbly smile. She couldn't decide if she was embarrassed with how the marks on her neck looked, amused that his girlfriend had made a similar joke earlier, or overwhelmed with warmth because of Bakugo's attention.
"Sorry," Kirishima apologized stepping out of striking range, "I'm ruining the moment. Say no more." He took a step away, waving his cup at them. "I'm going to get more punch." Kirishima took a few more steps toward the drink table. "Carry on love birds."
"Idiot," Bakugo murmured, eyes narrowing murderously as he watched as Kirishima walked away.
"He means well."
His brows relaxed at the sound of her voice as he slowly turned back to her. "He's a fuckin idiot."
"Nope," Uraraka's eyes fluttered sweetly as she took a step toward him, pressing her hands against his chest, "He liked my hair."
"I like your damn hair." His eyes traced the waves framing her face, taking in how her cheeks looked rosier in the dim light.
Her arms curled around his chest, pulling him against her. "You like my hair? You think I'm pretty?" Uraraka whispered melodically.
"Tch." His cheeks flushed as he leaned down. "You know I do."
"Do I?"
Bakugo tilted his head away from her, pretending to be annoyed at her question. "You're terrible, you know that?"
"Because I want you to compliment me?" she admitted timidly.
He sighed, remembering their conversation the night after the Sports Festival.
"I didn't wanna push. Like I know, I know that you like me and you're attracted to me, but-"
"You want me to say it?" he finished quietly.
"You're fucking gorgeous," Bakugo murmured, feeling warmed by the glow on her face at his words. "But you're still terrible." The axis tilting realization of his feelings three weeks ago hadn't really changed their relationship as much as it made him painfully aware of his departure.
"Noooo," she giggled, hugging him tightly. Her chin pressed against his abdomen as she looked up at him brightly. "Whatever. You're gonna miss me."
Her playful words hit him harder than any punch he could recall and he'd taken hits from All Might. "Yeah," Bakugo admitted quietly.
"I'm-" Uraraka's smile faded as her joy faded.
"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."
She forced a grin back to her face as she nodded. "I'm going to miss you too," Uraraka confirmed quickly, "But we still have tonight?"
Wasn't enough.
"Dance with me?" she asked.
Bakugo looked around the room. "You're kidding me?"
"You danced with me before I was your girlfriend."
"Need I remind you I was drinking." That hadn't influenced his decision, and she knew it.
"Are you saying you weren't absolutely smitten from the moment you laid eyes on me?" she teased. Uraraka pushed herself off of him, taking his hands.
Somehow he had trouble recalling life without her. "I didn't say that."
"Whatever!"
"Who's to say I wasn't!"
"You didn't know my name-"
To be fair, Bakugo didn't know anyone's name at that time. "No-"
"See!"
"I knew your quirk though," he shrugged.
"No you didn't!"
Her laughter vibrated through his bones, "Um, I clearly remember stating that you were the one who made things float during our first year fight."
"Um, babe-"
Suddenly he found himself already missing her say that ridiculous pet name with that annoying little smirk.
"You asked me if I was the one who made things float."
Bakugo chuckled shaking his head. "What the fuck ever, Ochako," he murmured affectionately.
She shrugged, struggling to look at him seriously, "Now, I'm no expert, but I am pretty sure there is a big difference between a declaration and a question."
He moved so they were chest to chest, leaning down so their noses touched, delighting in her nervously chewing her bottom lip as she leaned into him. "I definitely thought you were cute our first year."
Uraraka rolled her eyes smiling, "Bullshit."
"What if I did?" Bakugo couldn't help his own grin.
"Well," she shrugged, unsure if she believed him, "I wish I'd known a year ago."
How long had he loved her? "You should have," he answered seriously, brushing his fingers over her knuckles.
Her eyes flashed to their classmates scattered about the lounge. The room was too dark and everyone was too busy enjoying themselves to notice their affection. "You should have told me sooner then."
Perhaps.
"Then we'd have less time to make up for," she squeezed his hands. "So now you definitely have to dance with me."
"Oh?"
"We've only danced together once, so we have to make up for lost time, now," she reasoned trying to keep her face serious, "And this party is in your honor."
He didn't ask for this. "Half and half isn't dancing." Bakugo tilted his head toward Midoriya and Todoroki standing on the wall by the kitchen area. "It's his damn party too."
"So sweet of you to care," Uraraka grinned. Stepping in front of him, she pressed her back against his chest and draped his arms around her, "But I am pretty sure if we give it a little time, Deku will make him dance for at least one song." She watched Midoriya's leg bounce to the beat of the low bass playing.
"Eh," he shrugged, squeezing her against him as he dropped his chin to her shoulder, "That damn nerd probably won't work up the nerve himself to dance."
"Well," she drawled, "Maybe you need to inspire him."
"No."
"Come on!"
"Hell no."
"Bakugo?"
"No."
"Katsuki!"
"Ochako," he mumbled as he kissed her collar bone then stood up straight and rested his chin on top of her head.
She stepped out of his embrace.
"Hey! Get back here," he pouted.
Uraraka rolled her eyes, smiling at him as she grabbed his wrists. "Follow me." She gave him a little tug, dipping her head back to signal him to follow.
He allowed her to drag him through the common room, navigating around their friends. Red eyes shifted toward the ceiling, ignoring curious glances and nosey smiles. The sound of the party slowly faded to just a low murmur as she pulled him into the stairwell.
"Okay," she nodded, the door shutting with a soft click, "Can we dance, now?"
Bakugo's eyes darted over the concrete walls. "Here?"
"We can go back there if you'd prefer?" Her arms circled around his neck with a knowing smile.
His head dropped back with sigh, "We don't have any damn music."
"Yes we do." They could only feel the soft vibration of music through the floor and little flashes of music if they listened closely. "You can't hear that?"
"Barely," he shrugged.
"Should I be worried about your hearing?" her lips twisted into a frown, tilting her head to the side.
"My damn hearing is perfect."
"Your explosions are pretty loud…"
"Oi," he murmured, curling his arms around her waist and pressing her against him. "We're supposed to be dancing."
"Oh!" she cackled, "now you wanna dance?"
He shrugged as he felt her begin to sway against him. "Better than you worrying about my hearing." His hands curled around her waist, fingers playing with the belt loops in her shorts. Bakugo leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips.
"I'm allowed to be concerned," she pouted playfully, puffing out her cheeks at him. Rising to her toes, she rubbed their noses together before giving him a soft peck. "It's part of the job description."
The sweet action ignited his veins and twisted his stomach into indecipherable knots. "Eh," he scoffed, pushing her against him. Bakugo tightened his grasp around her waist as he walked forward and pressed her against the wall. "Nothing to be concerned about." His head dipped down, capturing her mouth heatedly.
"I'm not going to be able to nag at you," she murmured between kisses. A soft gasp escaped her as their tongues curled together. Locking her fingers around his neck, Uraraka crossed her ankles around his waist. "I have to make sure I annoy you enough to make up for the next couple weeks," she teased, sinking her teeth into his bottom lip.
More like she was trying to make sure he regretted accepting that internship for the summer. "Do you?" he groaned, pushing her against the wall. His hands moved from her waist, slowly mapping up her body. His fingers trailed over her collarbone as his other hand tangled itself in the hair at the back of her head. Bakugo kissed down her chin, lapping at her pulse.
"I do." The feeling of his teeth scraping against her shoulder drew a shocked moan. Her back arched as she began to rock her hips against him. Uraraka pulled at his shirt, sliding her hands beneath his shirt. Her nails dragged down his back.
"I can," Bakugo hissed, nuzzling his forehead against her shoulder, "I can think of something better." He sighed feeling her brush against his growing erection. His rational self would have been embarrassed at how easily she'd broken his control. Her name left his lips in a quiet stutter as he dropped his forehead against hers as his eyes drifted closed.
"Yeah?" she wondered, panting at the feel of his fingertips tracing along the bottom seam of her top.
"Let's get out of here." His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide with arousal, leaving slivers of red.
"But," Uraraka slumped. Keeping her hand underneath his shirt, she moved her hands against his chest, "We didn't get any cake yet." Her nose wrinkled as she stared up at him innocently.
"Seriously?" he asked, narrowing his eyes as he tried to keep from smirking.
She would worry about cake.
"You can't go to your own party and not have cake."
He could think of something better. "We'll get some to go."
To be Continued…