A/N: This chapter contains spicy content that has been cut. The full version is available on AO3 and probably more chapters.

"You're not going to help him?"

Uraraka pulled her phone from her back pocket, looking at Midoriya and Iida defiantly as she aimed the camera toward the scene in front of them. "I am," she grinned as she tapped the screen to focus the image. "I am helping Katsuki preserve this precious-"

"Precious?" Midoriya questioned.

She bit her lip, holding back a chuckle as Kirishima hooked a glittery orange hat on Bakugo's head. "Precious memory."

Iida frowned, nodding as he tried to unravel what was happening, "Interesting word choice."

"Um," Midoriya started, eyes darting between Uraraka and the scene she was capturing, "I don't think Kacchan is going to see it that way."

"Probably." Knowing Bakugo, he'd probably make her delete the photos. "I'm surprised Todoroki is going along with it." Todoroki was sitting next to Bakugo in a silver glittery hat of his own, with a patient smile as their friends cheered around them.

"I think he's enjoying how miserable this is making Kacchan."

That sounded right. "Yeah," Uraraka drawled taking another picture. Her eyes locked with Bakugo as she moved her camera to the side so he could see her face. "Smile?" she mouthed showing him a wide smile with teasing eyes. Her fingers wiggled over the button of her phone to show him that she wanted a picture.

Bakugo's scowl softened for a moment as he settled back in his chair. A small smirk curved at the corner of his lips as he folded his arms across his chest defiantly.

She shook her head, sighing dramatically allowing her shoulders drop for him to see. Uraraka snapped another photo before turning back to Midoriya. "How exactly did this happen?"

In the time it had taken her to go upstairs, change into a pair of jeans, and grab her overnight bag, her friends had forced her boyfriend and one of her best friends in front of a large cake that had more candles than she could count.

"I'm honestly not sure," Iida confessed with a little shrug. "It's certainly impressive."

"I'm surprised he didn't light that hat on fire," Midoriya admitted.

"No, Katsuki's all bark," she snorted, as Kaminari tossed some confetti over Bakugo. "You're not going to take some pictures?"

"Oh, I don't think this is something I am likely to forget any time soon." A soft smile formed on Midoriya's face as confetti rained down on his boyfriend and pulled a smile from the normally stoic Todoroki.

"Even more reason for you capture this moment." Uraraka nudged him, grinning at her friend. "Plus, Katsuki can make me delete photos but he can't make you do it too."

True.

"And think of how happy your boyfriend will be knowing you also got these images for him to savor," Uraraka beamed, bouncing on her heels.

"It's not like this isn't already being recorded," Midoriya nodded, his head toward Ashido giving the thumbs up as she stepped back for a wide shot, "And I can get photos from you-" He pulled out his phone with a sigh. "But he does look adorable."

"He does," she nodded sagely, patting his back as he stepped forward to take some pictures. "They do."

"You don't want to get closer?" Iida asked her, moving next to her. "Maybe get some pictures with Bakugo?"

"No," Uraraka started, shaking her head, "I think I'll wait until his smile looks a bit less-" She cringed, shrugging her shoulders as she lowered her phone. "Murderous." She bit her lip, watching as her boyfriend snarled at Kirishima telling him to blow out the candles.

"I don't think you'll ever get a photo then."

She turned, looking up at Iida as a grin of her own overtook her face at his joke. "Katsuki doesn't always smile like that." Uraraka playfully nudged Iida's shoulder chuckling softly.

"I am aware," Iida chuckled quietly as he folded his arms across his chest. "Though I'm surprised his face hasn't frozen like that."

Her brows raised as she turned to see Bakugo glaring at Kaminari and Sero. His teeth bared into a brash snarl as he refused to blow out his section of candles. "Me too." There was no argument there. "You'd think those Bakurage tantrums would damage his jaw or something."

"Bakurage tantrums?"

"I don't know how else to describe-" Uraraka pointed to the scene in front of them. "That." Bakugo had grown as much mentally as he had physically since their first year, but that didn't mean he was any less of who he was when she first met him.

"That-" Iida swallowed a comment, clearing his throat as he swallowed a chuckle.

They watched as angry sparks popped and fizzled from the palms of Bakugo's hands as he shouted about just wanting a "damn piece of cake," then screaming at Todoroki for blowing out his half of the candles.

"That is something else."

"It is." She was really going to miss him this summer.

Iida nodded, humming softly and rocking on his heels for an awkward moment. "I'm afraid," he started as he adjusted his glasses. "I'm afraid I owe you an apology."

Uraraka froze. "Why?"

"It wasn't my place to tell you about Bakugo's internship-"

Oh. "Iida, I'm way over that." Her shoulders dropped, lips twisting. "I know you weren't trying to cause any drama between me and Katsuki."

"I know, but," Iida paused, turning his attention to Bakugo for a moment before looking back at her, "It seems as though I misjudged Bakugo."

Aside from that awkward encounter a few weeks ago, Uraraka had never gotten the impression Iida held any ill feelings about her relationship.

"I thought he was planning on breaking up with you," he confessed sheepishly.

That was fair. "For a split second, I did too." She wasn't proud of it. Uraraka could still feel the sharp pang of panic from the brief period of uncertainty that moment brought out.

They'd argued.

But they survived the argument and, in Uraraka's opinion, came out stronger and more secure. "I don't hold that against you."

"I understand, but I feel as though I overstepped a few weeks ago," Iida confessed, "You, Midoriya, Todoroki, and Asui have become almost like family to me, so I couldn't help but feel a bit skeptical about Bakugo not speaking with you concerning his internship."

"You threatened Katsuki?" Her lips pressed together, smothering a burst of laughter.

"Not directly."

Uraraka swallowed tightly, struggling to keep the amusement off her face. She would have loved to have been a fly on the wall of that conversation. "Did you give Deku and Todoroki that same speech?" she asked with a smirk.

"Something similar, yes, but," Iida scratched the back of his neck, looking at her confused, "I shouldn't have overstepped."

"I understand your concern."

"I appreciate that, but it was still quite rude of me."

"I didn't see it that way but-" It was flattering that he thought of her as a sister. "So, you're saying you wouldn't kick his ass if he made me cry?"

Iida paused considering her question. "I cannot answer that question without lying or saying something that would break U.A.'s Code of Conduct."

"Well, I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself, but," Uraraka nodded, snickering a bit as she watched Bakugo cut a big hunk from the cake while shouting. "If it makes you feel better, remember that night we went to that club at the end of second year?"

"Yes." He couldn't forget that humiliating UNO loss if he tried.

"Well, I asked Deku to cover for me while I stayed out past curfew to get some food and mochi," she confessed, glancing at him with a guilty smile. "Katsuki stayed with me because he was worried, though I doubt he would never admit it, but, yeah- I lied to you." It felt good admitting that. "And I had Deku lie to you too."

"I know," Iida told her casually, "Though I didn't know you and Bakugo were together then."

"We weren't together then. He didn't want it to be on his conscience that I didn't come back, so he played 'babysitter'. I think that night was the catalyst for our relationship though," Uraraka explained. "And how'd you know?"

"You would have told me or Yaoyorozu."

"Oh." Well then.

"Ochako!"

Uraraka looked up, watching her boyfriend approach them.

"You ready to get out of here?" Bakugo questioned, stepping in front of her with his wrapped to-go plate.

She nodded, "Did you get enough so your parents can have some?"

"Tch," Bakugo frowned, giving her a shrug, "they don't need any."

"They might still want some though," Uraraka told him, tilting her head as she looked up at him. Her brown eyes widened as she gave him a few innocent blinks.

Bakugo narrowed his eyes, gritting his teeth as he avoided Iida's watchful gaze between them. "They don't need any damn cake."

"Everyone needs cake," she grinned.

He rolled his eyes, the small smirk forming at the corner of his lips betraying him.

Her grin stretched further across her face as she took another step in front of him.

"Ya know," Bakugo huffed, trying to sound annoyed, "you're terrible." He turned, throwing a hand up as he walked back over to the cake.

"I know!" Uraraka called sweetly, turning to see Iida's amused glare. "What?"

Iida shrugged, shaking his head, "Nothing at all."

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"What the fuck are we gonna do with all this damn cake?"

Uraraka snorted, failing to stop her laughter. "I told you," she started, grabbing his free hand in hers as they continued down the dark street, "We're gonna share with your parents." The streets were dark and quiet as they walked underneath the streetlights.

"My parents are probably asleep," Bakugo shrugged, tipping his head down at the cake he'd taken.

"So this is where you get your early bedtime from?"

"Early?"

"Your eyes are rolling in the back of your head by like eight o'clock most nights."

"Bullshit."

Her chin dropped toward her chest as she looked up at him in disbelief, "Katsuki-"

"Don't you start that." He wasn't sure why he was smiling so much tonight. "Just because I like to go to sleep at a reasonable time like a normal person."

"Obviously a genetic trait," she teased, leaning her head against his shoulder as his house came into view.

"Tch, wouldn't hurt you to go bed earlier." Cohabitation hadn't done much for her sleep schedule. More often than not, Uraraka stayed awake, unwinding from a long day by watching something mindless on her laptop as Bakugo snored softly next to her.

"I get plenty of sleep." She did. More often than not she got a good seven hours. "And if I don't that's what coffee is for."

"No."

"I might not have a choice working with helping with remedial classes and doing twelve hour shifts with emergency responders," Uraraka admitted, giving his hand a little squeeze as they approached his house. "I'm probably going to be doing night shift, ya know." Her least favorite.

"Well then," Bakugo started as they stepped they walked up the walkway, stopping at the doorstep, "You better take your cute ass to bed at a reasonable time." He released her hand, digging in his pocket for his keys.

"Can't do that if I am working the night shift."

"Nap before." He quickly unlocked the door, knocking it open. "And you're only gonna have three shifts a week, so the nights you aren't working you better go to bed."

"I will," she promised, sliding her shoes off.

"That means before fucking ten, Ochako," Bakugo told her, setting the plate of cake on the end table in front of them. "Oi! We're fucking here!"

It had only been the second time he'd done it; but if he was going to that every time they arrived at his parents' house, Uraraka was sure she'd never get used to it. "You just said they were asleep."

He shrugged, kicking his shoes off, "That hag also told me to let her know when we got here."

"Plenty of ways to accomplish that without yelling, baby," she reminded him as he took her bag off her shoulders.

"Eh-"

"One second you little shit!" His mother's voice bounced off the walls, startling her.

Ochako could hear that devilish proud grin he sported when he knew he was wrong but couldn't be bothered to care.

"If she didn't want me to do it my way then that woman should have told me to text her or some shit."

"But would you have listened?"

He didn't even stop to consider that question. "No. And did you change your clothes or something?" Bakugo questioned, looking her up and down.

"Oh." She was a bit impressed he noticed. "I thought my shorts were a bit too short and tight for going to your parent's house."

"Eh, your shorts were fine."

She wouldn't dare to wear them in front of her own parents. "Um, no."

"What the hell are you doing back so early?" Mitsuki questioned as she padded down the stairs, fingers finishing tying her belt. "I thought your friends were throwing you a party?"

"You're complaining because we decided to come here at a decent time instead of at the ass crack of midnight?" Bakugo huffed, rolling his eyes as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Well, your friends were nice enough to throw a party for your ungrateful ass the least you can do is be thankful."

"I didn't ask for a fucking party-"

"Well, good to know you have some fucking manners-"

The bickering was something else Uraraka figured she'd never get used to. It was almost like watching Bakugo argue with himself.

"Look," Bakugo growled. "The party wasn't just for me. There's another fucking guy who got this internship too so it was a joint thing. I talked to people-"

Had he? Well, she'd watched him talk to Kirishima and yell at the people around him when they presented the cake, but she wasn't sure that really counted as socialization.

"I ate some shit-"

They both had.

"I fucking danced-"

Uraraka's face bloomed in a bright red blush remembering their 'dancing' in the stairwell.

"So, now we're here!"

Uraraka cleared her throat, picking up the plate he'd set down, "And we brought back some cake!"

Mitsuki's scowl softened as she turned toward his son's girlfriend, "That's very sweet of you think of us, Uraraka. Thank you s-"

"Oi! I was the one who cut it and carried it here!" Bakugo grunted, allowing his back to rest against the door.

As quickly as her scowl disappeared, Mitsuki reset her unamused gaze back to her son. "I doubt it was your idea, asshole." She stepped forward, grabbing his ear and then pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You kids can put our pieces in the fridge," she instructed, ignoring his displeased growls as she softly patted his cheek. "Be a good boy and take Uraraka's bag up to the lavender room."

"Oh, I can carry it up there myself," Uraraka insisted. She quickly set the plate back down and reached for her bag.

"Ah!" Bakugo snatched the bag. "You go put the cake away, I got this."

"We have to eat some first," she sighed picking the plate back up. She wasn't going to argue with him in front of his mother.

Yet.

"It's too late to eat cake," Bakugo shrugged as he started up the stairs with her bag.

And yet somehow they were going to eat it anyway.

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BAKUGO, 11:07 PM

You asleep?

URARAKA, 11:08 PM

Nope. I am wide awake.

BAKUGO, 11:08 PM

I told you it was too late to eat cake.

URARAKA, 11:09 PM

I'm pretty sure that has nothing to do with why I'm awake. Epic sweet tooth remember? That little bit of sugar wouldn't do much for me.

BAKUGO, 11:09 PM

That wasn't a little bit of sugar!

URARAKA, 11:10 PM

Why are you still awake?

BAKUGO, 11:10 PM

Can't sleep.

URARAKA, 11:10 PM

Nervous?

BAKUGO, 11:11 PM

Too much fucking cake.

URARAKA, 11:11 PM

You didn't even eat that much.

BAKUGO, 11:12 PM

I ate enough to keep me awake.

URARAKA, 11:13 PM

It was like a 3cm piece of cake.

BAKUGO, 11:13 PM

It had like 4 layers of cake and frosting.

URARAKA, 11:13 PM

As all cake should.

BAKUGO, 11:14 PM

No.

BAKUGO, 11:14 PM

Come to my room.

URARAKA, 11:14 PM

WHAT?!

BAKUGO, 11:15 PM

Come to my room.

URARAKA, 11:15 PM

I saw it the first time you typed it, but ARE YOU SERIOUS!?

BAKUGO, 11:16 PM

Yes.

URARAKA, 11:16 PM

O.O'''

URARAKA, 11:17 PM

Seriously?! SERIOUSLY!? At your parents' house?!

BAKUGO, 11:17 PM

Ochako…

URARAKA, 11:20 PM

?

BAKUGO, 11:22 PM

I'm not gonna see you for the next like two months. Is it so terrible I want you to sleep next to me tonight?

URARAKA, 11:23 PM

No.

BAKUGO, 11:23 PM

Okay then. Get over here.

URARAKA, 11:24 PM

This is a really bad idea. You know that right?

BAKUGO, 11:24 PM

I know.

BAKUGO, 11:24 PM

Do it anyway.

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"I thought this was a bad idea?"

Uraraka rolled her eyes as she quietly tiptoed into Bakugo's room, her fingers gently pushed the door shut. "It is," she sighed as his arms wrapped around her waist, "But the sound of you snoring helps me sleep."

He snorted, burying his nose in the top of her hair and inhaling, "I don't fucking snore."

"You do."

"Whatever."

"Besides if we get caught, I figure I'll blame you," she smirked, wiggling back and tipping her head up toward him. "Your mom likes me, and I would like to keep it that way." Uraraka kissed him softly and patted his chest. "Let's go to bed." She grabbed his hands, pulling him across the room toward his bed.

Bakugo pushed his comforter down, rearranging the pillows at the top of the bed, "You look like you're dressed for a damn snowstorm."

She looked down at her pajama attire. She'd originally packed a light pink tank top and soft floral flannel pajama pants thinking that would be enough, but had snagged Bakugo's red hoodie while they ate cake and decided to sleep in it. "It's cold in here."

"It's not cold," he countered, pulling off his shirt before climbing into bed and scooting over.

"Um, it's freezing in here." She should have known with a house of people with explosion related quirks would keep the air conditioning cranked up.

"How the hell are you always cold?"

"I don't know." She unzipped his hoodie, tossing it on the ground. "You'll keep me warm?" she questioned, crawling into the bed and sliding next to him under the covers with a little smirk. Tucking herself next to him, she positioned her back against his bare chest.

Bakugo snorted, "That's so fucking cheesy." His hand slipped underneath her shirt and placed a warm palm to her stomach.

"It's true." Her eyes fluttered closed as she relaxed into him. She reached a hand behind her and poked his nose. "You're better than a heated blanket."

"I fucking better be." His fingers fluttered over the curve of her hip before tracing up her stomach as he placed a kiss at the side of her neck. "Guess I don't have to get you a heated blanket for your birthday now, huh?" Bakugo was looking forward to his internship, but he couldn't help but look past the upcoming summer.

She chuckled, turning to face him, "You were going to get me a heated blanket for my birthday?" Uraraka couldn't help the little flutter in her chest at the comment.

"Well," he shrugged, looking away for a moment before meeting her eyes, "I figure it was something you and your cold ass feet could use." The tips of his fingers stroked her skin, stopping at the feeling of lightning striking his system at the low sharp gasp Uraraka made when his fingertips brushed against the soft skin underneath her breast.

How had he not noticed she wasn't wearing a bra?

"You barely tolerate the covers on my bed," she whispered, pushing herself against his chest.

"No one needs ten layers of covers." Bakugo slid his fingers underneath her breast, tracing the curve of skin underneath.

"It's not ten," she sighed, chuckling lightly.

"Okay." His hand gently cupped underneath. "Like five."

"What can I say," Uraraka smirked, rolling over and wrapping her arms around his neck, "I like my beds how I like my cake."

Bakugo adjusted his hands around her waist, cradling her lower back as he pushed her against him. "That makes no damn sense," he snorted, pressing their foreheads together. His thumbs massaged her skin as he leaned in to kiss her.

"It does," she murmured against his lips, sliding her fingers into his hair. Her tongue swiped at his lower lip, tasting the cinnamon flavor of his mouthwash before giving him another teasing kiss, "I like at least four layers on my cake, just like how I like at least four layers of blankets on my bed."

"Dork," Bakugo breathed, rolling her underneath him as he captured her lips in a bruising kiss.

She giggled against his lips, "I'm your dork though."

The playful words erupted a burst of emotions. His chest ached with desperation as their minutes together ticked down and a pang of arousal rippled between his legs.

This was too little, too much, and not nearly enough.

His hands crept up her back, keeping her bowed against him as they slid up her tank top. He groaned against her lips, pulling away as he pressed kisses down her neck.

Uraraka gasped softly, eyes drifting shut as she hooked her legs around his waist.

Bakugo's thumbs traced the barely covered curve of her breast. His thumb teased the underside of her swollen nipples straining through her light pink top. "Can I take this off?" he questioned, leaning back to search her eyes for permission.

"Yeah." The word barely registered in his ears as he sat up, kneeling between her legs. His fingers gathered at the hem of her top, gently pulling it over her head, and dropping the garment to the bed beside them.

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"What time do we have to get up tomorrow?"

Her question brought dread to his stomach, and tension back into his body. His hold tightened as a sigh drifted from his chest, "We should probably get up around seven." He felt her body twist toward the clock.

"Booo," she sighed, dropping her head to the pit of his neck with a frown. "Did you set your alarm?"

"Yeah." Swallowing, he squeezed his eyes shut, the silence around them felt heavy. "Ochako?"

"Hm?"

"This-" Communicating was hard. "This wasn't-"

"I know." Uraraka shifted, leaning against him as she sat up to look at him in the dark. The whites of her eyes were only slightly visible from the faint moonlight peaking in through the window. "I wanted to do this too."

Good.

"I can't wait to do it again." Her nose traced down his face, guiding their lips together.

A small sense of relief washed over him as he hugged her against him. "I can set my alarm a few hours earlier."

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"Are you fucking crying?"

Uraraka stifled a laugh as she crossed her arms underneath her chest, turning her head away from the scene in front her and choosing to reread the departure board for the third time.

"No, you little shit," Mitsuki sniffled, pushing Bakugo's shoulder as she dabbed her fingers at the corners of her eyes. "You know damn well I fucking have allergies." She wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"Then why the fuck are you hugging me?!"

"Because you're leaving for the summer, you pain in my ass!"

"We are in public," Masaru sighed, shaking his head with a fond smile as people walking by them eyed them strangely. "Can we at least try to act like we're normal?" He looked toward Uraraka with a crooked smile, drawing more giggles from her.

"Tell her not to fucking hug me then!" Bakugo shouted, making no move to remove himself from her embrace. "This shit ain't normal!"

Masaru shook his head, trying to stop his own burst of laughter.

Sighing, Bakugo wrapped his arms around his mother, patting her back stiffly. "Okay, okay," he huffed, "That's enough of that."

Mitsuki squeezed him tighter, pulling him down so she could whisper in his ear, "Is your girlfriend going to call me in two months crying while she tells me she's pregnant?"

Bakugo pulled away from his mother wide-eyed. He quickly turned to Uraraka, who was laughing with his father unaware of what his mother had just said. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Mitsuki rolled her eyes, "Don't give me that shit."

At the very least, he had to give his mother credit for not bringing this up until now.

"Katsuki," she started, "If I really didn't want that girl in your bed, I wouldn't have put her in a room near yours or I wouldn't have let her in the house. I'm not even going to ask what happens at the dorms, but I remember being that age and sneaking boys in my-"

"For fuck's sake mom!" Bakugo jumped back, voice dropping. "She slept in my bed but nothing more than that." Nothing more he was willing to talk about.

Mitsuki narrowed her eyes at him. "Okay."

"Good."

"Did you used a condo-"

"Stop."

She stared.

"You're not going to be a fucking grandhag so quit bitching at me!" Bakugo growled.

"Okay." She let go of him, stepping back with a tight smile. "Don't embarrass me."

Hag.

"I love you."

He rolled his eyes, "You too." Bakugo made his way toward his father. "Oi! Stop giggling with her cause I gotta leave!"

Masaru chuckled, hugging his son, "You got your passport?"

"Yeah."

"Contact lenses?"

"Yeah."

"Phone cord?"

"I got it, dad!" Bakugo growled, looking at Uraraka with wide annoyed eyes as he hugged his father.

Uraraka smirked. "Awww," she mouthed, batting her eyelashes at him as she smiled.

"I love you, son," Masaru told him, squeezing him tightly.

"Yeah, yeah," Bakugo acknowledged, returning his hug for a moment, "You too, old man."

"Uraraka," Mitsuki called as her husband pulled away, "You go ahead and walk Katsuki toward his gate. I know you two already said goodbye last night-"

He should've have known his mother would use this against him. He was almost thankful he was leaving for a while.

"We'll be right here," she grinned, taking her husband's arm.

Bakugo grabbed her hand, pulling her toward his gate.

"What's that about?" Uraraka questioned carefully as they walked.

"Don't worry about it." Their walk through the airport was short and silent. His fingers circled the pads of her fingers as if he were trying to memorize them.

He was going to miss the way she'd bump against his arm when they walked side by side. Or how she would squeeze his hand to get his attention then look up at him with a bright smile or teasing grin.

"Well-" That was fast.

"Well," Uraraka repeated stepping in front of him, looking up at him as her bright smile faded to something uncertain. "You'll text me when you land?"

"You're gonna be asleep." He tugged her closer.

She shrugged, "Maybe." Uraraka looped her arms around his neck, bringing their chests together.

His arms circled around her waist, placing a kiss to her forehead.

"I know you told me not to say it but," she started, looking up at him shyly, "I'm going to miss you."

"You're allowed to say that," Bakugo told her quietly as the airport traffic around them seemed to slow. He leaned down, kissing her lips softly. "I'm going to miss you too." His hands stroked up her back as they kissed again.

"You better," she poked his nose, sticking her tongue out him playfully.

His chest tightened, feeling suddenly painfully aware that his departure was real. Every other moment leading up to this one hadn't directly lead to him leaving. Once he let go of her, he was heading out of the country for months. "Hey-"

Her head tilted to the side, loose curls falling over her shoulder as she stared at him.

"You-"

Uraraka licked her lips, allowing her fingers to stroke the nape of his neck.

Bakugo closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling sharply at the nerves tangled at the base of his stomach. "I lo-"

She stopped his words, pulling him down into a deep kiss. "Say it to me when you get back," Uraraka whispered against his lips.

To be Continued….