"I have cramps."
Recovery Girl slowly lowered the clipboard in her hands, looking at the teen sitting on the medical bed. "I'm not surprised," she admitted, scribbling a few notes and offering a small smile.
Uraraka blinked. Her eyes bounced from corner to corner as her brows raised uncertain. "You're not?" she asked slowly, almost afraid of the answer. The weekend had given her plenty of time to think about how her attempt to get birth control pills would go.
Best case scenario, she'd utter the magic words Ashido had given her and be on her way with a supply of pills and no questions asked.
At worst, she'd be denied. There was also the possibility of her relationship with Bakugo being put under a microscope by the staff, but the way Ashido described it, it seemed like everyone had known this little trick.
And no one was keeping her out Kirishima's room, so…
"I can give you some pain reliever, but you need to make sure you're drinking more water," Recovery girl pointed her pen at her and gave her a stern look. "You're the fifth student to see me for dehydration in the last week-"
What?
"Aizawa told me you were working nights and helping with remedial combat."
She was. "Yeah," Uraraka confirmed, nervously twirling her tank top between her fingers as the toes of her shoes scraped against the floor, "But that's, not-"
"I know you third year students are two seconds from graduation and trying to get as much experience as possible before then, but you need to take care of yourself," she told her, placing a small cup of pills and a bottle of water in front of her.
Uraraka didn't anticipate having to give a detailed lie.
A vague three word sentence was much more manageable.
"Oh, no I'm not dehydrated," Uraraka started slowly, looking sheepishly at the pills and water in front of her. "I'm having menstrual cramps."
Recovery Girl paused.
"Really bad ones," Uraraka added quickly, withering under the older woman's gaze. She reached for the bottle of water in front of her nervously taking a gulp.
"Oh," Recovery Girl responded, taking a seat on the stool across from her, "Are your periods regular?" She picked her clipboard back up.
Kind of. "No." Ashido's words rang at the front of her mind. "They were when I started at U.A." It wasn't a complete lie. The strain of training during their first year had thrown her cycle completely off.
She'd accepted the irregularity as her normal.
"But it's gotten pretty bad." It hadn't.
"Do you know the date of your last period?"
"No." She didn't. A sigh of relief brushed over her lips as she brought the water back to her lips.
"Are you sexually active?"
Uraraka coughed loudly, water sputtering from her lips and dripping down the front of her shirt. "What?" she wheezed.
"Are you sexually active?" Recovery Girl repeated neutrally, lifting her eyes to study the teenager.
The water bottle in her hand crinkled as her grip tightened. "Um-" Uraraka started, swallowing hard. "I'm-" She wasn't sure what she'd done with Bakugo was relevant to this discussion. "No."
Recovery Girl tilted her head. "Would you like to answer that question again?"
"I'm not," Uraraka answered quickly.
"Ochako," the older woman started gently, resting her clipboard to her lap, "I'm not asking because you're in trouble."
That felt like a trap.
"Okay, as a staff member of this school I'm going to tell you that it is against the rules for students to engage in sexual activity on campus and, especially, in student housing," Recovery Girl told her giving her a stern glare.
"I know, I know we-" She wasn't going to incriminate Bakugo when he wasn't here to speak for himself. "I'm sorry." Uraraka hadn't broken that specific rule, but there wasn't any point in confessing to her other crimes.
"But," Recovery Girl sighed, slowly getting up from her seat and walking across the room, "As a nurse, I want to make sure you understand that birth control pills don't protect against sexually transmitted diseases." She opened the cabinet and plucked two small pink boxes from the cabinet.
Uraraka watched as Recovery Girl walked back in front of her and placed the boxes on the table. "I'm not planning on-" She trailed off as she sat the water bottle between her legs. Covering her face, she inhaled slowly as she tried to control the frustrated red blooming over her face.
As horrified as she was, Uraraka couldn't imagine having this conversation with her mother. Or having to endure her father's knowing glance wondering if he knew what his little girl was thinking about doing with the boy he had yet to meet.
"I'm not planning on breaking the rules," Uraraka admitted, lowering her hands from her face and looking at Recovery Girl with guilty eyes.
"I know."
She looked at the little boxes before turning back to the older woman. "But if I-" Well, it wouldn't be just her breaking the rules. "We break the rules, I want to be prepared because-"
"I understand," Recovery girl nodded with a gentle smile. She picked up one of the boxes. "Do you know how to use these?"
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"That's wrong."
Bakugo frowned, pulling his head back to study the report in front of him, "No."
"It's wrong."
"The guy said that his neighbor-"
"You spelled neighbor wrong," Todoroki insisted, pointing to the word before continuing to work on his own stack of paperwork.
"Huh?" Bakugo gaped, looking from the form to Todoroki. "It's not wrong!"
"It's wrong."
Bakugo blinked once, then twice as he looked around the office they'd been working in. "Well, how the hell do you spell it?" he growled, switching to Japanese. His fist clenched around his pen as he watched people move around them.
After New York, they had traveled to Washington D.C. What action they hadn't gotten in New York, D.C. made up for it tenfold and Bakugo loved it. Until they'd been tasked to write up all of the incidents they'd encountered on patrol. He and Todoroki had been given a stack of forms, pens, a desk, a reference book detailing the laws and disturbance codes, and no supervision or guidance to fill out the reports.
Hawks was still out patrolling and everyone else in the office was too busy to walk them through the process, so they were left to figure it out themselves.
Todoroki looked at his paper again. "Not like that," he answered back in Japanese.
"For fuck's sake," Bakugo hissed, "Ya know, if you're going to tell me it's wrong, which it isn't-"
"No," Todoroki stopped him, "It definitely is."
"How the hell do you spell it then?" Bakugo slammed his pen to the desk.
"N-a-y-"
"That word doesn't have a 'y'."
"It doesn't have an 'i'."
"Yes, the fuck it does," Bakugo snarled, staring at the word. "N-a-i-g-h-b-o-r."
"Yeah, that's wrong," Todoroki told him, throwing the little bottle of correction liquid at him.
"No," Bakugo insisted. "Two vowels go walking, the first one does the talking. That word has that 'a' sound."
"You realize your little rhyme works for my spelling too, right?"
"No, 'y' isn't a vowel you asshole."
"It's sometimes 'y', and typically when it follows a vowel then it's a vowel-"
"Bullshit."
"Fine," Todoroki shrugged going back to his own paper, "Just think about how highly your poor spelling will reflect on yourself and U.A."
Bakugo slouched in his seat, seething as he struggled to control himself. "God fucking damn it," he cursed, silently praying that no one else in this office could understand them. He sat up a bit and pulled his phone from his back pocket.
"You realize, that's a stupid place to keep your phone, right?"
It was, but if he left his phone in the locker or in their hotel he'd miss a call or text when he had downtime. "Do you have anything better to do besides critizing me?" I-"
"No, not all."
"I didn't ask for your fucking opinion, alright?" He sighed, typing in few things before looking over at Todoroki. "And you have your phone in your pocket too, you fucking hypocrite."
"In a case designed to protect it from shattering if I fall on it or one of the other thousands of things that could happen to it while I'm in the field," Todoroki informed him casually as he continued to work. "I'm not dumb enough to just put my phone in my pocket."
Bakugo narrowed his eyes before turning his attention back to his phone, "Whatever, and your fucking spelling is wrong, half and half."
Todoroki dropped his pen, leaning to look at his phone. "What? How?"
Bakugo sneered, loudly scooting his chair away from him. "Don't look at my fucking phone."
"How am I supposed to see it then?" Todoroki rolled his eyes.
"It's n-e-i-g-h-b-o-r," he spelled, dropping his phone to the table and picking up the correction liquid.
Todoroki smirked, "So, you were wrong too?
"Don't fucking smile at me, you're wrong."
"Just as wrong as you."
"At least I had the damn 'i'."
"Wrong," Todoroki started, picking up another form and placing it in front of him, "Is still wrong. Might wanna check your other papers too."
"You might wanna check yours."
"I plan on it."
Of course he did.
"And why do you have an English dictionary on your phone?"
Bakugo shrugged, fanning the paper to dry the correction liquid, "Why wouldn't I?" It seemed like a logical tool to have. "It's obviously coming in handy now." He corrected the word, feeling a smile tug on his lips. "I guess Ochako was right," he muttered to himself with a light snort.
"What?"
"Oi, mind your fucking business!"
Todoroki sighed, closing his eyes as he held his tongue and counted to five in his head. "I assumed you were talking to me since I'm pretty sure no one else can understand us." Midoriya had told him that the best way to deal with Bakugo was to not rise to his temper. "Forgive me." Sarcasm wasn't apart of that plan, but Todoroki couldn't help himself.
"Damn it," Bakugo cursed lowly as guilt simmered in his stomach. Almost two months away from Ochako had left him soft. "Ochako mentioned something about studying language being different from actually having to use it months ago."
"You study a language so you can use it."
That has been his initial response, but- "Okay yeah, but we mainly focused on the words and shit we'd most likely need for hero stuff, but what if the guy came to the door holding a pineapple or a barbell."
"What would he be doing with a pineapple or a barbell?"
Bakugo huffed, hands gesturing wildly as he struggled to make sense of his girlfriend's reasoning, "Because you can pretty much use anything as a weapon, so why the fuck not?"
Todoroki shook his head, "I can easily think of several things everyone keeps in their homes that make more sense to murder someone with."
"What?"
"A knife?" Todoroki answered in English. "A hammer, a saw, a gun, a baseball bat-"
All words that had been part of their vocabulary lesson.
"Not a-" Todoroki paused, before switching back to Japanese giving up trying to figure out the translation. "Pineapple or barbell."
"You've just proven Ochako's point."
"We don't have to write anything about pineapples or barbells in our reports, so we don't even need to know the words," Todoroki answered quickly, switching back to Japanese.
"Yeah," Bakugo agreed, dropping the report on the table. He picked up the small notebook he used to take notes about incidents they responded to during patrol as he prepared to move to the next form. "But, how the hell do you say festival in English?"
Todoroki plucked the notebook from his hand, "That wasn't a festival."
"What?"
"That wasn't a festival."
"What the fuck do you call large crowds of people with music, food, and shit?"
"It was a concert."
Bakugo snatched the notebook back as he angrily scribbled the case number at the top of the page. "It's the same fucking thing."
"I don't think it is here."
"Does it matter?" Bakugo questioned sourly. "Well, how the hell do you say concert?" With any luck, he'd be able to sound it out and check with the dictionary on his phone.
"No idea."
Bakugo sighed, picking up his phone. "You're fucking useless," he muttered without his usual level of contempt.
"Yeah, well," Todoroki started with a deep breath, before switching back to English. "The feeling is mutual." He looked at Bakugo with a pleasant smile.
"Agreed," Bakugo nodded, as he continued to write.
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URARAKA OCHAKO, 7:15 PM
Just wanted to let you know I'm starting my shift. Only two more weeks until you're home!
URARAKA OCHAKO, 7:15 PM
One four thre
BAKUGO KATSUKI, 8:31 PM
Be careful and text me when you get back. I'm heading out in a bit and will be done around 7 AM your time.
URARAKA OCHAKO, 10:43 PM
I'll be getting off duty around then, so wanna vid chat around 8 PM your time?
BAKUGO KATSUKI, 10:45 PM
Yeah
BAKUGO KATSUKI, 10:45 PM
And put your damn phone down while you're on patrol!
URARAKA OCHAKO, 10:46 PM
You first!
URARAKA OCHAKO, 10:46 PM
And I'm filling out notes! I needed the time and saw you texted me.
URARAKA OCHAKO, 10:47 PM
So I answered, babe. What's your excuse?
BAKUGO KATSUKI, 10:49 PM
I'm on paperwork for the morning, so text me when you aren't in a damn burning building.
URARAKA OCHAKO, 10:51 PM
I just took down a guy with a knife trying to rob some school kids for your information. I'm not with the fire department until next week. :P
BAKUGO KATSUKI, 10:52 PM
STOP TEXTING AND DEAL WITH THE FUCKWAD WITH THE KNIFE!
URARAKA OCHAKO, 10:53 PM
I did, lol! Waiting for transport… I've got it. Stop worrying.
BAKUGO KATSUKI, 10:53 PM
I'm not worried.
URARAKA OCHAKO, 10:55 PM
Kay baby! :-*
URARAKA OCHAKO, 10:55 PM
I'll text you when I get back to the dorms. One four three! 3
BAKUGO KATSUKI, 10:56 PM
One four three you more, you dork.
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Open when you're homesick.
Let me just say, if the candies melted I'm sorry! .'
I tested them by shoving them at the bottom of my gym bag for like a week and nothing happened so I figured they'd be safe in your backpack. I mean if all else fails you can just lick the baggie to get a taste of home…? (Haha, ya see what I did there? You're smiling! I know you are Katsuki!)
I was gonna spray the letter with a scent that reminded me of home, but I was worried it wouldn't last. Well, I actually did spray one of the letters, so let's see how observant you are!
BUT-
I really do think those candies taste like home. Well, our dorm home…
And not just because we eat them all the time. They're sweet, but not too sweet. When you first try to eat it, they're hard but after awhile l they just melt and are easier to eat. Some of them are a little bitter, but overall they are great. Sure, they might make your teeth hurt after a while or give you a stomachache if you eat too many too fast, but they're still good.
Just like home.
Miss you.
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"I got you something."
Uraraka tilted her head, looking at his image on the screen as a smile grew across her face, "What is it?" Her eyes scanned to the corner of his nightstand peeking into the frame.
"You can wait a week," Bakugo chuckled, leaning back against the headboard and folding his arms across his chest.
"Can I?" she yawned, hugging her pillow close. Uraraka buried her face into her pillow for a moment before looking back up at the screen sweetly. "I already can't wait for you to get back, you're going to make me wait for a present, too?"
"Presents," he corrected, snickering at her curious glare, "And yeah, I am."
"Oh is that so?"
"It is."
"I can always text Todoroki and ask him to tell me what you got me.
Bakugo snorted, "Scarface isn't going to say anything."
"If you keep calling me that, I might tell her to spite you," Todoroki countered, tilting the laptop so he could see Uraraka. "Hey."
"Hey!" Uraraka grinned brightly sitting up as she smoothed her hair back. "I haven't talked to you in forever! How are you?"
"We talk in the group chat." Todoroki picked up the computer, ignoring Bakugo's curses for him to stop.
Uraraka laughed, watching her boyfriend in the background, "I mean talk talk. Ya know, face to face with expressions and gestures. Can't hear the tone of your voice in text messages."
"That fucker is always sarcastic, what the fuck is there to hear?" Bakugo barked, following Todoroki around the room. "This is my time to talk to her! Why don't you call your damn boyfriend?"
"Not my boyfriend."
"Deku is at his internship," Uraraka chuckled as Bakugo pushed his way back into the picture.
"Yeah, well half and half was about to go somewhere that isn't fucking here," Bakugo growled, sliding his eyes to the boy standing next to him.
Uraraka swallowed a burst of laughter as Todoroki rolled his eyes, looking back to her.
"Nice talking to you," Todoroki nodded, giving her a little wave as he walked away.
"You too!" she chirped as the door clicked shut. "Katsuki…"
"What?"
"He was just being polite."
"Tch."
Uraraka shook her head, struggling to keep the amused grin from her lips, "You should play nice with your roommate."
"I leave the room when he talks to his nerd!" Bakugo grumbled, dropping his laptop on the bed and sitting back down. "This is my time." He settled back, resting his head against the headboard.
"Okay," she giggled, resting back on her pillow and wrapping her arms around it. "So, what'd you get me?"
"Eh, nice try."
Uraraka shrugged, grinning at him, "I got you a present."
Bakugo's eyes went up with interest. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," she confirmed nodding her head. "Don't you wanna know what I got for you?"
"Another bikini to model for me?"
"Oh my gosh," she flushed, hiding her face in her pillow for a moment. Uraraka looked up at him and rolled her eyes with a smile. "You're ridiculous." Her skin burned watching his eyes follow the line of her tank top strap.
"Can't blame me for asking."
"I did not-"
"Boooo…"
Uraraka grinned, "You'll see in a week." Tucking her hands underneath her chin, she pushed her elbows into her pillow. "So, you didn't have patrol today?" she sighed, changing the subject quickly.
"No," Bakugo told her. "We're off today and tomorrow we have an eighteen hour shift."
"Ew."
"Eh, better than sitting on my ass and doing nothing."
"You and Todoroki could go shopping or go explore?"
"Already seen everything worth seeing." They were supposed to be in Europe, but Hawks had been pulled into a high profile assignment leaving them to work with the local police on patrols. "Plus I have to look at that asshole enough. I'm not hanging out with him."
"There's always something to see," Uraraka hummed thoughtfully. "You could get a haircut?"
Bakugo frowned, "What's wrong with my hair?"
"Nothing." There wasn't. "It's just long." She studied his image on the screen taking a moment to take in little details. "Really long."
"It's not that long." His fingers touched the ends of his hair.
"It's long," she told him. 'It doesn't look bad. Kirishima has been sporting a ponytail lately. You guys could be hair twins."
"No. I'm not putting it in a damn ponytail." He ran his fingers through his hair, narrowing his eyes at her. "I'll cut it myself before that shit."
"It's something to try," she shrugged, curling her fingers around a strand of her hair, "The girls and I are going to the mall tomorrow to try out different hairstyles."
"Why?" he frowned.
"Gotta finalize our looks by December," Uraraka reminded him with a crooked smile. She sat up, crossing her legs as she sat the laptop in her lap. Dragging her fingers through her hair, she pulled her hair over her shoulder. "I don't think I wanna cut it but all this hair isn't practical for running into burning buildings."
"What about your helmet?" He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her wear it.
"Not practical for combat, too many blind spots." She could work around them for rescue, but she wouldn't risk it in combat. "I don't wanna cut my hair, but something shorter would be more better," Uraraka frowned. Her fingers dragged down the length of her hair.
"Just throw it in a ponytail."
"Still long." She looked down at the strands stopping inches below her chest. "Hatsume was talking to me about a costume update, she mentioned something about a heat resistant hood and a helmet for rescue missions or a motorcycle-"
"You don't have a fucking motorcycle!"
"But I could."
"Over my dead body."
"Katsuki…"
"Fuck no those things are a disaster waiting to happen!"
"You're saying you don't trust me on a bike?"
"No," he stopped her. "I'm saying I don't trust the other fuckwads on the road to do what they are supposed to do."
"Somewhere in the corners of my imagination, I figured I'd be the one talking you out of getting some crazy tricked out bike, but," she snorted, "Here we are."
"You're not getting a motorcycle!"
"One of the guys at the police station offered to teach me how to ride."
"He's flirting with you." Bakugo raised a curious brow.
"He's not flirting with me," Uraraka huffed, glaring at him, "He's like five years older than me."
Katsuki stared at her with a knowing smile, "Did he offer you a ride on his bike?"
"To a crime scene!"
"He was totally flirting with you," he told her factually, "Riding on a motorcycle means you were hugging him-"
She sighed, rolling her eyes giving him a bored look. "Holding on his waist, so I wouldn't tumble off the bike and get a mean case of road rash."
"Do I need to get a motorcycle so you'll hug me during long rides?" he teased with a little smirk.
Uraraka slapped her hands down on her pillow, trying to keep her stare serious, "Bakugo Katsuki-"
He laughed.
"Ya just read me the riot act 'bout getting a damn bike and now you're suggesting you get one? Are you serious?"
He loved when her dialect slipped to her Kansai tone. "If it keeps you pinned against me, then," Bakugo trailed off, licking his lips as he looked her over, "Then yeah."
The blush on her cheeks bloomed over her face and colored the tops of her ears. "You are terrible." Her heart pounded in her chest as her eyes traced over the muscles rounding over his shoulders and down his arms.
"I fucking miss you, angel face," he rasped, sighing as he sunk into the bed.
"I fucking miss you too," she whispered softly. "One more week."
"One more week."
She leaned down staring into the camera. "We're gonna have a couple days before the term starts. Is there anything you wanted to do?"
Heat flashed through his body as he remembered the night before he left. "We'll figure out something."
"We could-" Uraraka hummed, leaning back as she thought.
His eyes went to her chest as her fingers tugged along the thin strap of her tank top.
"Go hiking?" she suggested with a little shrug.
Bakugo swallowed thickly, watching her chest bounce as the front of her top dipped a bit.
"Or the beach? It should still be warm enough for us to have a beach day," she grinned, allowing her shoulder to slide up toward her cheek, "You keep mentioning something about seeing me modeling a bikini for you."
"We don't gotta go anywhere for that," he responded huskily. Bakugo dropped a hand underneath his shirt, sliding his palm up and down his stomach.
"You wanna just stay in bed?" Uraraka tangled her fingers in her sheets bringing them underneath her nose as she looked up at him innocently. "My sheets don't smell like you anymore."
"You haven't changed your sheets since I've been gone?"
"Not the blankets," she murmured, taking another sniff, "I miss my sugar cookie."
"Don't call me that."
She giggled. "Sugar cookie," she purred, tilting her head playfully.
"You gonna bite me or something?"
Her eyes flashed. "Maybe."
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"Are you taking Taekwondo?"
Uraraka frowned, flipping through the stack of papers in front of her, "That's after Advanced Combat 2." She plucked the pencil nestled in her hair and went back to her schedule template.
"So?" Midoriya questioned, filling out his chart, "It'll be fun."
"Did I also mention I'm still going to be teaching Intro to Combat?"
"Yeah, but-"
"To non-hero course students."
Midoriya cringed looking down at the schedule he was working on. "Yikes," he winced.
"Yeah," she nodded with a tight smile, "And I am also going to still be working with hero course students on Wednesdays."
"Wednesdays?"
"Yeah," Uraraka huffed, scratching at her scalp with a little growl as she stretched her legs out on the floor of his dorm. "This semester is about giving the non-hero course students who are interested in transferring next year a chance, and it's also a requirement for support students. And Combat for first-year hero students is now Monday, Wednesday, Friday." And thankfully she wasn't instructing five days a week.
"Seriously?" Midoriya questioned, pausing his writing. "Well, I guess that makes sense-"
Her eyes widened as she continued to scratch. She sighed as a strand of hair floated down over her eyes.
Damn it.
If her hair couldn't survive making a schedule, it wasn't going to survive a patrol shift or a three hour combat class.
"When you think about it, it's important for them to understand some of the things we're going to be doing in the field so it makes sense for them to experience it," Midoriya analyzed.
"I guess," Uraraka shrugged, "Aizawa didn't seem too excited about it." Dropping her pencil, she grabbed a strand of hair and tried to tuck it back.
"Probably because he can't torture them."
She snorted, "Bold of you to make that assumption. If anything, I think he's going to be harder on them."
Midoriya stopped, considering her statement, "How?"
"No idea, we'll see," she shrugged, patting her hands along her hair. "And I'm probably not taking taekwondo. Makes my days too long."
"But think of all the kicks." He glanced at her hair before turning his attention back to the papers in front of him.
"That really doesn't work for my fighting style cause, ya know, I'm short," she countered, "And stop looking at my hair."
"I'm not, you keep scratching it."
"I'm fixing it."
Green eyes widened as his lips twisted, "No comment."
"What?"
"I haven't forgotten the last time I failed to say the right thing about your hair."
"I'm trying different hairstyles-"
"For Kacchan?"
"No," she answered quickly, sticking out her tongue, "For my hero look. The long hair really isn't practical for close combat, so I'm trying some things out." Uraraka pointed to the braid crown at the top of her head. "This was my favorite option, but I still haven't mastered doing it myself."
"It's not-" Midoriya sat up, studying the hairstyle, "That bad."
"That bad?"
"You just need some more practice."
"Meh." She combed her fingers through her hair, quickly untangling the braid and shaking her hair out. "I'm just gonna put it in a bun."
"No, it was cute."
Uraraka narrowed her eyes. "Right."
"It was!"
"I asked Hatsume to make Katsuki some gloves to muffle those explosions, and she agreed if she could redesign my costume. I figured new costume new hair," she shrugged, "Also I'm sick of people grabbing my hair in a fight.
"Makes sense," he whistled nodding. "You're a brave woman though."
She shook her hair out, "I know."
"Brave enough to take taekwondo with me?" Midoriya grinned, dropping his head to her shoulder with a bright smile.
"Ha!" she snorted, pushing him off. "Ask your boyfriend."
"He's-"
"Sorry ask your not-boyfriend."
"Meh," he dropped back down into his seat, picking up his pencil and twirling it between his fingers, "He can't make his schedule until he gets back."
"No," Uraraka shook her head, "I have sent Katsuki the course list, and I'm going to give All Might his stuff." She picked up the red folder she had placed the papers in, giving it a little wave. "I'm surprised at how quickly he settled on his classes but I don't think he had much of choice." Two more days.
"You're allowed to do that?"
"I mean, All Might is fine with it."
"Why didn't he just email All Might then?"
Good question. "I don't know. He made me his proxy, and said I could handle it," she shrugged.
Midoriya smirked, "It's like you're his wife."
"What?" She froze. "What'd you say?"
He picked up his pencil pretending he hadn't said anything. "Huh?"
"Deku!?"
"I think I'm going to take Strategical Reasoning," he mumbled, tapping his pencil against his chin, "But if I take that I won't be able to fit Tactical Reasoning, Principles, and Theory II."
She gathered her papers, stuffing them in her folder. "That seems like a blessing." Uraraka stood up with a little yawn. "You're a masochist."
"How many bones did I break during our first year?"
Uraraka paused, "That is completely fair. And-" She stretched, bouncing on her heels. "On that note, I'm gonna go turn Katsuki's schedule in and talk to Aizawa about mine."
"You're done?" He should have turned his own schedule in two days ago, but he couldn't decide.
"Nope," she sighed, "But I figure since he's my advisor, I should get some advice. I'll text you after to see if you wanna get dinner."
"Later."
Uraraka tossed a little wave behind her as she stepped out of the room.
The days before the start of a new term were always her favorite. Things were busy with everyone trying to get settled in for the term, but it was like the fever pitch of finals looming over them.
A new beginning was always optimistic.
"Excuse me?" Uraraka announced softly, poking her head in All Might's office, "Do you have a second?"
"Young Uraraka!" All Might grinned, pausing from his work and folding his hands on top of the desk. "Of course! Come in, come in, I assume you have Young Bakugo's schedule?"
"Yeah," she nodded, stepping in and handing him the folder.
"This is the first schedule I've gotten." All Might opened the folder, slowly nodding his head as he looked it over. "I don't think I could have planned it better myself."
"Kats-Urm, Bakugo said he wanted to make sure he had plenty of time to get practical hours."
"It's a smart move," he agreed. "You don't want to have to rush during your last term to complete hours for your license."
She chuckled, "Yeah, trying to fit everything in is so hard when we only have two terms left.'
"It's understandable," he nodded, opening the folder and looking over the schedule, "These are big decisions. As third-year students, you have the freedom to challenge yourselves but you also have to balance it with the responsibility of internships."
"And whatever other little surprises are headed our way."
"Exactly!" His grin somehow widened. "So, tell me, how is Bakugo doing with his internship?"
"Oh, well-" Why hadn't she expected him to ask that question. "He's doing well. I don't think he knows what to do when he has downtime."
"That certainly sounds like him," All Might chuckled, "Hopefully, he is navigating it."
"He is," she nodded with a smile, "He went to some museums and sent me some photos from a hike he went on the other day."
All Might nodded, satisfied, "Color me impressed."
"Yeah, he managed to see a little bit of everywhere they visited." More likely than not, Bakugo wouldn't offer small talk about his internship unless prompted but that wouldn't be a problem with All Might.
"Good. I'm glad you encouraged him to get out and do something not work related."
Uraraka tilted her head, "How did you know it was my idea?"
"Oh," All Might looked over the schedule, shrugging casually, "I just know."
Uraraka's lips tightened into a firm smile as her cheeks flushed.
"So, you're still going to be teaching Intro to Combat with us right?"
"Oh um yeah," she nodded quickly, nervously tugging at the folder in her hands, "I'm going to be helping Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays for this term."
"May I?" He held out his hand for her folder.
"Of course," she nodded again. Stepping forward, she handed him the folder and took a seat in the chair in front of his desk.
All Might accepted the folder, pulling out her schedule, "Are you also interning?"
"Yeah, the fire department said I could pick up some shifts on weekends." Rescue shifts were typically long so she wouldn't have the luxury of working a few hours before or after her classes. At a minimum, she'd be taking twelve-hour shifts for either Friday or Saturday.
"That's a lot," he looked at her schedule wide-eyed.
"It is," she sighed, allowing her shoulders to drop, "I was also thinking about taking taekwondo to help with my combat style."
"I don't recall you really focusing on kicks…"
"I don't," Uraraka admitted with a little shrug, "But it would be a good experience."
"Yes, but if I'm allowed to offer my opinion-"
"Please!" She could only imagine what Aizawa would have to say about her mess of a schedule.
"If I were you," All Might chuckled, plucking a sticky note from his desk, "I wouldn't take taekwondo or Battle Technique."
Her brows furrowed, leaning over to look at the notes he was making.
"You have a clear combat style, and my understanding is that you want to specialize in rescue," he continued jotting some notes, "Am I correct?"
"Yes, but I want to be able to do both so I figured I could use the experience."
"The best experience is in the field," he admitted, "Class can't prepare you for every situation no matter how hard we try. I would do the Combat Seminar so make sure you're not overloaded with work-study and your internship."
"But," she bit her lip, looking at her schedule, "that would leave my Mondays and Fridays almost completely open."
"I know," he grinned.
She blinked.
"It's a good thing, Young Uraraka."
Oh. "Well," she shrugged, "Okay then." She couldn't help but wonder if Aizawa would agree.
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Open before you come back
Right now, I'm probably counting down the minutes until you're back.
Until I can kiss you.
Hug you.
Play with your hair.
I hope this internship was everything you imagined and then some. I have no doubt that you kicked ass everywhere you went. Proud of you, babe! 3
I'll be at the airport waiting to get you.
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"I don't know if you have to pee or you're freaking out but-"
Bakugo kept his eyes closed as his head tilted back with the motion of the plane, his leg still bouncing heavily.
"Either way," Todoroki sighed, keeping his eyes on his book, "It's annoying me."
Red eyes popped open as he winced, stretching his legs a little before he continued to bounce his leg, "So, put your damn headphones in."
"You're shaking the whole plane and you're telling me to put headphones in?" Todoroki questioned, lowering his book to narrow his eyes at him.
He wasn't going to acknowledge how stupid that sounded. "Yeah." Instead, he was going to stand by his statement.
"How?"
"Easy," he huffed, dropping his heel to the ground with a loud plop, "Put your damn headphones in and shut the fuck up." Bakugo pulled out his phone.
"You know checking the time doesn't make the plane ride go faster."
"Fuck you."
Todoroki sighed, lifting his book once more.
"And don't act like you're not ready to get back either, half and half."
"I am, but I know we have another eight hours before the plane lands, so," Todoroki shrugged, "I have to wait."
"Tch."
"I can either agonize about the ten thousand things I have to get done in the two days before the semester starts, or I can relax," he shrugged, setting his book in his lap and dropping an elbow to the armrest, "Because I can't do anything about it."
"Now you're fucking being melodramatic," Bakugo snorted, turning to look out at the wide ocean below.
"Says the guy who's throwing a tantrum because the plane isn't going fast enough."
"I'm not throwing a damn tantrum!" Bakugo shouted before shrinking into his seat at some of the other passengers looking over in their direction.
Todoroki smirked, chuckling lowly under his breath, "Right. Screaming like a lunatic isn't throwing a tantrum."
Bakugo growled, tightening his fists as he fidgeted in his seat. "I'm fucking anxious."
"Obviousl-"
"How the fuck are you not?" he questioned turning over to him in disbelief. "You know, for someone who claims to have fucking feelings for that fucking nerd-"
"What does Izuku have to do with this?"
"You've been acting like this whole thing isn't a big deal."
"And you're acting like us having to do laundry, go shopping, figure out our class schedules-"
"I already turned my shit in, so fuck that excuse," Bakugo shrugged without sympathy, "I sent my stuff through Ochako. You know damn well that nerd would chop off his own damn hand if he thought it would help you."
Todoroki had trouble disagreeing. "Do you have a point?"
"How the fuck aren't you excited?" Bakugo ranted. "I've heard what you all have said about me having the emotional range of a carrot-"
"It was emotional intelligence, and Ochako said that-"
"Okay, fuck, that's fair, I'm not fucking good at feelings and shit, but I miss her," he shrugged, easily swallowing that bitter truth. He wasn't good at dealing with his feelings, and he knew it. "I'm excited to see her."
Todoroki looked at him boredly, "Good for you. I guess you are capable of the bare minimum."
"And you aren't?"
"What?"
"You're sitting there reading your book and drinking your water like you're on vacation, thinking about school. Getting on me about being excited to see someone I fucking love, but-"
Todoroki had heard their little code for the three words, and Midoriya had told him about Bakugo supposedly almost saying it at the airport, but he didn't think the blonde was actually capable of saying the actual word.
Bakugo gestured wildly, struggling to articulate his point. "You claim to be into that nerd, and you aren't excited?"
"I didn't say I wasn't." He was. "I just asked you to stop stomping your foot."
"Whatever." Bakugo slouched down, leaning his head against the window, "I hope you act better when they pick us up at the airport."
"Izuku isn't picking me up at the airport."
Bakugo looked over at him, "Why?"
"Why is it your business?"
"I'm trying to be civil."
"Try harder."
"Fuck you." Bakugo folded his arms. turning away from him.
Todoroki sighed loudly. closing his book with a loud slap. "Fine." He dropped the book in his lap as he inhaled deeply. "Izuku doesn't think a relationship is a good idea right now with everything we have going on."
Bakugo looked over his shoulder, turning to face him. "That's stupid."
"It's valid," Todoroki shrugged. "We picked careers that don't exactly leave us a lot of for anything but work."
"It's still stupid."
"As stupid as it is, I have to respect his feelings. So, we're figuring this out."
"By not spending time together?"
"We spend time together."
"So he doesn't want to pick you up at the airport?"
"He has his internship.
"No excuse."
"So, you're telling me you'd miss a day at your internship to pick Uraraka up at the airport?"
Bakugo considered the question for a moment before shrugging. "Yeah."
Todoroki raised an eyebrow.
"I would." His fingers fiddled with the letter he had opened up at the beginning of their flight. "It's not like I couldn't make up the time."
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"I can't believe you're not here."
"I had to work."
Uraraka rolled her eyes as she took leisurely paces in front of the arrival board, "So? I could have worked at the fire department." She tightened her grip on the phone as she paused, listening to another flight announcement.
"Your shift wouldn't start until tonight," Midoriya explained on the other end of the phone, "I'll be there for the welcome back thing."
"Which I would miss if I took the shift," she explained, smoothing out the front of her skirt. "Besides, you're already done with your practical hours, you overachiever."
"Yeah, well isn't that point of being an overachiever?"
"Deku!"
"Shouto said he understood."
"Um, that's a lie," Uraraka snorted as she started her slow walk again, tracing invisible figure eights into the floor, "Those two words mean, 'you better be there with flowers'."
"He isn't a flower person."
"He always gets those white lily things…"
"That he takes to his mother!"
"Oh," she paused, "Well, you should be here with a bowl of soba noodles or something waiting to embrace him.
"What?"
"You're supposed to be here!"
"So you're telling me you have a bottle of hot sauce waiting for Kacchan?"
"No! His present is back at the dorms anyway… "
"I don't need to know that!"
"Pervert!" she flushed, stomping her foot as she stopped walking.
"I didn't say that!" Midoriya insisted quickly. "You're the one who jumped to that conclusion!"
"Whatever," she sighed, unable to stop herself from wondering if she had remembered to take her birth control pill this morning. "My point is that if I were in Todoroki's shoes, I'd be pissed that my boyfriend didn't come to pick me up after being away for months."
"Well, Shouto and I aren't in a relationship-"
"If you say that one more time, I'm going to punch you-"
"Well if you were taking taekwondo, you'd be able to kick me for it but-"
Uraraka shook her head, "I'll be sure to give you your due in Combat Seminar this term." She turned toward the flood of people leaving toward luggage claim. "I think their plane just landed."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!" She turned back to the board, noticing the status update that she somehow managed to miss.
"How did you not see that?"
"Because I've been arguing with you." The distraction had helped the time pass, but the flood of nerves bubbling in her stomach was almost too much for her to handle. She stepped back, rising to her toes as she scanned the crowd for a familiar blonde head as her heart raced. "I don't see them yet."
"It can take a while."
"I know," Uraraka whispered, looking down at her outfit. She'd enlisted Ashido's help with finding an outfit that was special enough to grab Bakugo's attention, but respectful enough that his parents, who were driving them back, didn't think much of it. They'd settled on a simple black crop top, pale pink skirt, and flip flops. She'd kept her hair done and decided he'd see her new style during Combat Seminar. "I just want him here now."
"What time did the plane land?"
"I don't know," she answered, whipping back to look at the board, "it just says landed."
"They might not have gotten off the plane yet."
There was probably more than one plane that had already landed. Uraraka moved forward, searching the crowd as she forced her fingers to stop playing with her clothes. Her fingertips brushed against her midriff, and she couldn't help but notice she should have gone with a light blouse.
Mitsuki had complimented her on the outfit, so…
"Wait, I think I see them," she commented, following a familiar blonde spike as he moved through the crowd of people. Her little walk turned to a jog as she dropped the phone from her ear.
If all else failed she'd call Midoriya back.
The moment she caught the sight of familiar red eyes, her jog broke into a run. "Katsuki!" Uraraka yelled, knowing she'd be embarrassed by her behavior but could only focus on getting to him.
The second he dropped his bag, she collided with him and embraced him in a tight hug that he returned immediately.
"Hey angel face." His breath tickled the top of her head as his arms enveloped her.
She sighed happily as he dropped a kiss to the top of her head, trying to remember if she was always engulfed by his hugs or was his summer work the cause of his massive frame.
Still nestled in his arms, Uraraka slowly tipped her head up toward his face. The peach fuzz she'd noticed from their first date was more evident and the skin around his eyes was drawn tight with exhaustion. After about a day of traveling she would be too, but… "What happened to your hair?" she questioned, head leaning back to examine the change as her hands slid up his chest, to his neck, and finally to touch the noticeably shaved underside.
"Fucking hello to you too," he growled softly, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips. "It's nice to see you too."
"He tried to cut it himself and ended up taking a big chunk from the back," Todoroki's dry voice explained from beside them.
Moving one of her hands, her thumb stroked down his cheek as she took one last look at her boyfriend before turning to Todoroki. "Hey! How-"
Bakugo tightened his hold around her waist, jerking her attention back to him, "Talk to that asshole later."
Uraraka yelped, feeling his teeth softly nip her thumb. She dropped her hands to rest against his chest, not bothering to move from his embrace, "I was just saying hello."
"Do that later," he murmured, dropping his chin to the top of her head. His palms cradled against her waist, keeping her close.
"You do realize that you two will be able to snuggle all you want the sooner we get to the dorms, right?" Todoroki informed them.
"Yeah," she sighed sadly, she rose up to her toes to kiss him. "I'm glad you're home," she muttered. Uraraka patted his chest signaling him to let her go.
"Me too."
"I missed you."
Bakugo smirked, stepping back as he picked up his bag. "I missed you more."
"Does everything have to be a competition between you two?" Todoroki sighed.
"Oi, you're ruining the fucking moment!" He barked, holding out his hand for Uraraka.
Uraraka giggled, accepting his hand, "Come on, your parents are gonna drive us all back to the dorms. Todoroki, if you need a ride, Katsuki's parents said you could ride with us."
"The fuck they did," Bakugo growled as Uraraka yanked him close to her, silencing his growl with another kiss.
"Actually, I've already arranged for a ride, but it was very kind of you to think of me," Todoroki nodded, ignoring Bakugo's complaints in the background. "I'll see you guys back at the dorms!"
"Yeah!" Uraraka chirped, "We'll have to catch up once you guys get settled in."
"I understand, Bakubrat needs a lot of attention-"
Uraraka laughed despite her boyfriend's complaints.
"Fuck you, scarface!" Bakugo barked, pressing himself against Uraraka.
Todoroki shook his head, laughing good-naturedly, "He really missed you, by the way." He gave a little wave before walking toward the baggage area.
"See ya!" She called before stepping in front of her boyfriend. "So," Uraraka pulled him back in front of her, the pads of her fingers traced his palms, slowly drawing a small sigh from him, "You missed me, huh?"
"I fucking said I did, didn't I?" Bakugo murmured softly, taking another step toward her and closing the little space between them.
She looked up at him, brown eyes shining mischievously as her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, "How much?
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She'd barely had a chance to close the door behind her.
"Fuck," Uraraka whispered as her back collided with the wall and Bakugo pressed against her chest. She looked up at him, biting back a shocked moan as his hips pinned her in place.
"Oi." His mouth dragged kisses down the side of her neck before giving an indulgent lick along her collar bone. "Watch your fucking mouth," he muttered thickly, bringing his hands around her hips.
"We're," she whimpered, bracing her palms on his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist, "Supposed to be downstairs for the party." Uraraka dropped her hands to the bottom hem of his shirt, pulling at the material desperately.
"Tch," Bakugo snorted, sitting back as he allowed her to pull his shirt over his head, "Fuck that party." He leaned down, capturing her lips in a heated kiss as she crossed her ankles behind his back and brushed her center against the rough bulge of denim.
"It's your party," she giggled against his lips, pushing her hands to the back of his head. "I gotta reach higher to grab now." Her fingers brushed the short strands at the back of his head before pulling herself up to reach the blonde spikes at the top of his head.
"You don't like it?" he murmured, leaning back as he rubbed his hands over her bare midriff. Bakugo curled a finger at the bottom of her top and tickled the soft flesh underneath her breasts.
Uraraka tilted her head back against the wall, studying his face for a moment. Her hands trailed down to his forehead, rubbing over a new scar. "I do. It makes you look older." She leaned in, nipping the side of his jaw before placing soft kisses on his jaw and moving to his lips. "I wasn't expecting you to cut off half your hair."
"It's an undercut," he corrected, sucking on her bottom lip. "I'm not fucking bald."
"Stop talking." Pulling away from him, Uraraka quickly yanked her shirt above her head to reveal a black lacey bra with a little orange bow between her breasts.
He licked his lips, slowly sliding a hand up to palm her breast. "Is this my surprise?"
"No," she sighed, leaning into his touch and rolling her hips against him impatiently, "This is an old bra." That she decided to spice up by hot gluing a little bow for him. "You've never seen me in any of my cute bras."
"There's more?" he growled, dipping his head to the pit of her neck. Dragging his hands down her body, he tucked them under her butt and gave her a squeeze. "Fuck, is that lace?" The thought of her wrapped in lace caused the flame at the base of his stomach to ignite.
Her cackle quickly turned into a gasp of shock as his fingers rubbed her through her underwear. "Maybe," Uraraka sighed, feeling her legs tremble.
Pinning her against the wall, he tucked his fingers inside her underwear as he lapped at the side of her neck.
She squirmed against him, breathy moans escaped her lips as she moved against him. Uraraka locked her arms around his shoulders. "This feels," she gasped, feeling his thumb brush against her clitoris, "Uneven."
"We're making up for lost time," he chuckled, kissing the side of her neck. "It's not my fault I've been thinking about this since I've left."
"It kinda is." Her knees squeezed him as a shock of pleasure rolled through her. "You were the one who told me to come to your room."
"You listened," he smirked, removing his hand slowly. Bakugo placed his hands on her skirt. "Take this thing off."
She laughed, "You first. Take off your pants."
He gently lowered her to the ground. With a smirk, he roughly yanked down his pants, revealing black boxer shorts. "Now you," he growled, stepping forward and pushing her against the wall again. His fingers pulled at the top of her skirt, cradling the skin above.
"Hey, Bakubro- Oh shit!"
"What the fuck?!" Bakugo roared toward the open door as Uraraka yelped, grabbing his shirt and quickly wrapping it over her chest. She jumped against his chest, hoping to maintain some of her dignity and unsure of where exactly she should hide.
Kaminari blinked, standing in the doorway, frozen somewhere between fear, shock, and curiosity.
"Hey did you find-" Kirishima was out of the room before he had a chance to fully step inside.
At least someone had enough common sense to leave immediately.
Bakugo closed his eyes and inhaled through his nose slowly. If it wasn't for his erection that somehow managed to withstand his rage, he would have slammed that idiot into a wall.
"I'm-" Kaminari looked between the two of them. "You two-" A dirty smirk curled on his lips as he chuckled. "Oh-"
"Close the fucking door before I fucking murder you," Bakugo growled between clenched teeth.
"So, you're not coming to the par-"
"Now!"
Kaminari yelped, jumping out of the room and slamming the door.
He exhaled, relaxing into Uraraka's hold around his waist, "I'm going to fucking kill that idiot."
"Me too," Uraraka huffed, burying her face into his chest with a sigh.
To be Continued…