"I think your boyfriend saw me in my underwear."

Ashido slowly lowered the book in her hands, uncurling her spine as she sat up straight to meet her floormates gaze. "Wow."

"Yeah," Uraraka responded staring at her with a tight-lipped grimace as she stepped into her friend's room.

"Um-" Ashido struggled to remember another time she'd found herself at a loss for words. "Were you running late for something and getting dressed in the hallway?" There were very few scenarios she could imagine this happening.

"No," Uraraka sighed, slowly approaching the bed, "The other night after Katsuki got back, we were in his room-"

"You were in your underwear," Ashido grinned dirtily, confusion already forgotten.

"I was in my underwear."

"The good stuff?"

Uraraka plopped onto the bed with a huff, blowing at her bangs.

"Not that ratty crap you wear under your uniform and your suit, right?"

"Really? Your boyfriend and Kaminari-"

"Whoa, whoa, hold up," Ashido hushed her holding her hands out to stop her, "Kaminari walked in on you and Bakugo getting freaky?"

"No, we weren't 'freaky'." Not yet. "I guess they were looking for Bakugo, and Kaminari walked into Bakugo's room-"

"You didn't lock the door?"

"No, so Kaminari came in while I was up against the wall with my shirt off-" No point in being shy about it.

Ashido snickered dirtily, "Which bra were you wearing?"

"The one I glued the little bow to last week."

She hummed with approval. "Which panties? Please tell me they weren't those cotton ones with the pink stars with your only nice bra."

"My skirt wasn't off!" Uraraka hissed, narrowing her eyes as her face flushed. "And that isn't my only nice bra!"

"But if it was…?"

She sighed. "They were lace." There was no point in arguing. "The cheeky ones you made me buy the other year."

"And aren't you lucky I did?" Ashido grinned proudly, "I'm so damn proud of you."

Uraraka rolled her eyes, slapping a hand to her forehead. "Point is." Only Ashido. "Kaminari walked in looking for Bakugo-" She still wasn't over that. "Then Kirishima stepped in the room, but had enough sense to leave before he was murdered."

"So," Ashido started, nodding her head, "what you're telling me is that our great Bakusquad has one less member.

"No," Uraraka shook her head, "I mean, almost."

"Where's the body?"

"Kaminari got away without a scratch."

"Physically and psychologically?" Ashido questioned curiously.

"Yes, because the sight of me in my bra is so damaging."

"Yeah you probably made his nose bleed," she cackled, laughter dying down instantly in realization. "Which is the least of his problems because Bakugo is gonna kill him."

"I told you he was fine."

"Was. Past tense," Ashido pointed out. "That blonde idiot wasn't at breakfast and Bakugo was more ragey than usual this morning."

Uraraka herself could relate to the feeling. "Cause we were interrupted and-"

"Cause he has to find a place to hide the body?" Ashido added with a little smirk.

"And, he is gonna go to his parents' house for the afternoon, dinner, and stuff," Uraraka explained, laying down at the foot of her friend's bed. She sighed, closing her eyes as she flexed her feet and straightened her legs in a little stretch.

"Not joining him to see the in-laws?"

Uraraka's eyes snapped open, glaring at her friend. "No." She decided not to take the bait. "I was gonna do laundry. Plus, I told Katsuki I'd do our breakfast for the week so he didn't have to worry about it."

"You're such a good wife," Ashido cooed, leaning over to pat her friend on the top of her head. "Gonna try to get some freaky alone time tonight when he gets home?"

Uraraka grumbled.

"Some dessert," she chuckled, wiggling her eyebrows "Huh?"

"Nothing kills the mood like being interrupted." And, probably having your business all over the dorms. Though the fact that Ashido hadn't known about last night's incident had given her some hope. "And the term starts tomorrow-"

"You can still get laid!"

"Really?"

"Relieve some stress, start the new term with a bang-"

"Sigh Mina," Uraraka exhaled, rolling over to her stomach and sinking her face into the comforter.

"Enjoy the fact that your boyfriend is finally back."

That had been the plan. "I don't know. It feels like the moment is gone."

"What moment?"

Uraraka lifted her head. "No, the moment." She dropped her chin down, looking up at her friend with a pointed glare.

"The moment?" Ashido repeated slowly, trying to understand.

"Yes."

Ashido blinked.

"Katsuki and I got a little heavy the night before he left, he was away for a couple months, anticipation built up…" Uraraka trailed off, tilting her head from side to side as her eyes widened. She wasn't shy and she'd talked to Ashido about things before, but it was still a bit uncomfortable to talk about.

"Especially, after last night's interruption."

"So last night was kinda…" Uraraka slapped her hands together, giving her friend a lop-sided smile.

"Um," Ashido frowned, "you realize that sex is something you can do more than once, right?"

"I know-"

"Like, you could have done it this morning."

"Yes, but-"

"Or midday," Ashido nodded, still looking at her confused. "I mean, whenever you two lovebirds feel the urge, I'm not sure what's stopping you."

Uraraka swallowed the sharp comment on her tongue and rolled her eyes with a glare. "I don't know." The words swirled around her head, feeling silly on her lips. "Like, being interrupted kinda snapped me back to reality." She looked over at Ashido with a pout. "I was so ready to see Katsuki and be with him, that last night-" She couldn't explain it.

"You're overthinking," Ashido hummed as she nodded.

"I mean, but," Uraraka shrugged, "Shouldn't I overthink this?" Seemed reasonable. "This is kinda a big deal."

"Yes, but," Ashido shrugged, "not really."

"Not really?"

"Well," Ashido drawled, leaning back against the pile of pillows behind her back. "You want to-"

Yeah.

"Bakugo wants to-"

Oh yeah.

"You're in a solid relationship, not that it's a requirement, but-" Ashido shrugged, turning her palms to the ceiling. "I mean, you both want to and you have protection?"

Why didn't things feel that simple?

"Have sex. It's not complicated."

When you forget to lock a door in the dorm, it gets complicated.

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There were few moments Kirishima could say he genuinely saw his life flash before his eyes.

"I didn't see anything," Kirishima blurted out, raising his hands in the air in surrender as he pressed his back against the wall. He lifted his eyes to the ceiling, waiting for Bakugo to react as his chest heaved with heavy breaths.

A few long moments passed.

Kirishima slowly lowered his head, turning to see Bakugo glaring at him with an unreadable expression.

"What the fuck, shitty hair?" Bakugo questioned, shaking his head. His brows knitted in agitation as he pulled his door shut.

Kirishima usually wasn't the type of person to turn away from confrontation. At his core, he believed it was better to talk about an issue rather than turn away from it. "Last night," Kirishima started, swallowing tightly.

Though being friends with Bakugo had him rethinking that philosophy.

"I didn't knock-" To be fair, Kaminari had been the one to barge in. Kirishima had just walked through the open door. "I should have known better, and I just wanted to apologize."

Bakugo stared.

"I didn't see anything. I didn't say anything-"

"Pretty sure dunce face already told the entire school," he snorted, leaning against his door.

"No," Kirishima shook his head, lips flattening together as he tried to keep an even face through the lie. "Maybe just Sero." And anyone who was within earshot shot last night at the party and at breakfast this morning.

"Whatever," Bakugo shrugged, scratching the back of his head with an annoyed glare. "You and I know damn well that idiot can't keep his mouth shut."

"Honestly, I'm astonished he still has the ability to speak." Kirishima figured that Bakugo would have at the very least singed Kaminari's eyebrows with a warning shot. "Or walk," he added looking at the blonde. "Or breathe."

"What the fuck was I supposed to do?"

"Um-" What Bakugo had done had been the right thing, but- "Well, I was just surprised you didn't kill him."

"Tch."

"And you're unusually calm, so-" Kirishima decided it was best to take advantage of this moment. "Again, I'm sorry. It will never happen again-" At the very least, he could assure that he wouldn't come into Bakugo's room without knocking. Kaminari could take that risk again, but Kirishima decided it would be best to go back to how it had been their first year in the dorms.

He hadn't stepped into Bakugo's room until the end of the year. By their second year, Bakugo had become more tolerant of him so Kirishima would burst into his room without thought. He hadn't considered his friend's relationship had changed that dynamic and was thankful he wasn't the one who'd opened the door.

"I will knock and wait for you to answer," Kirishima assured, gesturing seriously as he looked at his friend. "I will also give Kaminari the same warning since you have graciously spared his life."

"Good luck with that," Bakugo huffed, walking toward the elevator. "Go be stupid somewhere else, I gotta get home so I don't have to hear the hag complain about me being late for dinner."

"Oh, oh," Kirishima called, running to stop the elevator doors from closing, "And pro tip-"

Bakugo rolled his eyes, reaching for the button to close the elevator doors.

"Move your bed from against the wall. I'm not being noisy or trying to get in your business, but hey!"

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BAKUGO KATSUKI, 6:06 PM

The old hag keeps asking about you.

URARAKA OCHAKO, 6:06 PM

Lol, why?

BAKUGO KATSUKI, 6:07 PM

She thought you were coming over too.

BAKUGO KATSUKI, 6:08 PM

I think she was more excited to see you than me.

URARAKA OCHAKO, 6:08 PM

No….

BAKUGO KATSUKI, 6:08 PM

Yeah. You should have come with me.

URARAKA OCHAKO, 6:10 PM

I wanted to give you a chance to catch up with your parents since you were gone for the summer.

BAKUGO KATSUKI, 6:11 PM

I wasn't even gone that long.

URARAKA OCHAKO, 6:11 PM

I beg to differ!

BAKUGO KATSUKI, 6:12 PM

Dork.

URARAKA OCHAKO, 6:12 PM

Hey…

BAKUGO KATSUKI, 6:14 PM

What?

URARAKA OCHAKO, 6:17 PM

I think you were gone long enough for me to want to hog your attention for a bit.

BAKUGO KATSUKI, 6:18 PM

Why the hell didn't you say so? I would have told them I'd come some other day.

URARAKA OCHAKO, 6:18 PM

No.

URARAKA OCHAKO, 6:19 PM
I will hog your attention after you spend time with your parents.

BAKUGO KATSUKI, 6:19 PM

Tch. Damn term starts tomorrow.

URARAKA OCHAKO, 6:20 PM

We have time.

BAKUGO KATSUKI, 6:20 PM
Fucking where?

URARAKA OCHAKO, 6:21 PM

We'll find it.

"Again, with what fucking time?" he murmured, sliding down into the chair even more. Bakugo liked the idea as much as she had, but the term hadn't even started and he was already feeling short on time.

Neither of them had signed up for a Saturday class, but there would be seminars. And they'd both be working. He hadn't had the chance to find an internship for the term, so that also needed to be done.

"Katsuki!"

Bakugo jumped, flinching in surprise as a throw pillow whizzed by his head. "What the fuck?! I'm right fucking here, you don't have to yell and throw shit like a crazy person!"

"Well," Mitsuki started, tucking her fists on her hips as she glared at her son from across the room, "if you would answer me the first time I call you, I wouldn't have to."

Bakugo growled, head hunching between his shoulders as he stared at his phone.

BAKUGO KATSUKI, 6:25 PM
Gotta eat.

URARAKA OCHAKO, 6:25 PM

Kay! Enjoy!

URARAKA OCHAKO, 6:26 PM

Also tell your parents I say hello!

URARAKA OCHAKO, 6:26 PM

Let me know when you get back! 3

"Tell Uraraka we say hi," Mitsuki told him, dropping a hand to the top of his head. "I don't know why your rude ass didn't invite her to come to dinner." She bumped her fist against the crown of her son's head, making a sound of disapproval.

"Why the fuck are you reading my messages?!"

She sighed happily, resuming petting the top of her son's head affectionately, "I missed you, you little shit."

"Tch," he scoffed, brushing her hand away as he stood up. "You yell at me, throw crap at my head, and invade my damn privacy!" Bakugo walked toward the kitchen. He slammed his phone down against the table before dropping down into his seat.

Masaru looked at his son before moving his glance toward his amused wife. He set the pot down on the table before looking back toward the doorway. "Uraraka isn't joining us?"

"No," Mitsuki sighed dramatically. She walked over to her chair, glancing at her son from the corner of her eyes as she smirked. "Our good for nothing son didn't bother inviting his sweet girlfriend to join us."

"For fuck's sake," Bakugo yelled, slamming a fist against the table, "I told Ochako to come, but she wanted to give you a chance to annoy the fuck out of me!"

Masaru nodded, taking his seat and dishing out the curry, "That was nice of her."

Or she was trying to torture him. She wasn't, but Bakugo couldn't help but think there was something else behind her smile when she insisted he go have dinner with his parents without her. He'd rather have spent the day with her.

Probably getting interrupted by their idiot friends.

"You know, I made enough for you to take back for dinner tomorrow," Masaru commented. "That way it's one less thing you have to worry about with classes starting."

"Eh, whatever," Bakugo huffed, beginning to eat. "We can always go to the cafeteria if we don't feel like cooking."

"Since when do you eat in the cafeteria?" Mitsuki snorted.

"I eat at the fucking cafeteria!"

"When?" Mitsuki cackled. "You did nothing but bitch and moan about it for a year-"

"No!"

"And then you bitched and moaned about your friends wanting you to cook for them cause you started cooking in the dorms," she explained with a little shrug as she ate. "I bet they shut up when they realized you add too much salt half the damn time."

"I do fucking not," Bakugo growled. "And anyway, I was only bitching because they want us to train and shit, but they provide school lunch shit."

"You go to school, you brat. What the hell do you expect?"

Bakugo rolled his eyes, shoving a large spoonful of curry into his mouth to swallow an insult. The sooner he finished his dinner, the sooner he could head back home.

"Remember when he wouldn't eat anything but rice crackers and fruit?" Masaru grinned, looking over toward his wife.

"And edamame," Mitsuki laughed, reaching over to pat her son on the cheek. "Now that you mention it, makes sense the little shit is so picky."

"I'm not picky! I just don't like eating crap."

"You must have forgotten the year when you ate nothing but strawberry chili jam sandwiches."

"How did that even happen?" Masaru chuckled, shaking his head at the memory while his son fumed.

"I think my father got it for us," Mitsuki frowned, trying to remember. "Or your father? I can't remember."

"Can we stop this fucking trip down memory lane?" Bakugo huffed, picking up his bowl of rice.

"Okay." As much as she enjoyed poking at her son's temper, Mitsuki recognized its limits. The fact that her son had willingly come to dinner, allowed them to reminisce about his early years, and was engaging them in conversation was nothing short of a miracle. "Are you ready for classes to start? Second to last semester."

"Yeah."

"You didn't have any time to get ready."

"Can't do shit about that." He couldn't, so there wasn't any point in complaining about it.

"Did you even get your schedule together?" Mitsuki questioned.

"Ochako helped me with it," Bakugo explained, keeping his eyes on his food. "She emailed me the list and gave it to All Might to make sure I got it done before I got back."

"And you can't even invite that sweet girl to dinner-"

"For fuck's sake mom!" Bakugo hissed, letting his head fall back between his shoulders in frustration. "I already told you that she told me to fucking spend time with the two of you."

"Which is why she is too good for you."

"Fuck you."

"You haven't met her parents' yet have you, you little fucker?"

Bakugo sat his bowl down, looking at his mother with an unreadable expression. "Where the fuck have I been for the last couple months, woman?!"

"Stop making fucking excuses."

"You act like I was on fucking vacation." The little bit of downtime he'd had during his internship hardly qualified as a vacation.

"Oh-" Masaru looked over to his son. "Did we tell you went down to the beach this summer?"

Must be nice.

"We went down to my father's beach house by Isshiki Beach. Do you remember that beach?" Masaru questioned as he continued to eat.

"Katsuki hasn't been there since he was in middle school," Mitsuki chuckled.

"He should still remember then."

Mitsuki looked over her son, "Was middle school really the last time we went on a family vacation?"

"Last time I had any sort of fucking vacation," Bakugo mumbled. It wasn't that he minded. "I thought that I would've had some time to do something with Ochako, but-" The goal had been for him to get into U.A. and become the number one hero.

"I don't see why you two can't go to the zoo or something this weekend," Masaru suggested, "I would imagine you two will have some time at the beginning of the semester. Squeeze it in before things get busy."

Things were always busy, but the start of a new semester meant a small pause in the flurry of activity. "Eh, I don't wanna go to the damn zoo."

"Not always about what you want, you brat," Mitsuki quipped, taking a mouthful of food. "Uraraka seems like she would love a trip to the zoo."

"We're not going to a fucking zoo." That felt too much like a first date. After months of being apart, he didn't want to spend time with her surrounded by screaming kids, squawking animals, and a small crowd of their classmates that would somehow find a way to crash their date. "I could take her to the beach house this weekend."

Far away from the dorms.

Beach.

Alone time.

"I'm sorry," Mitsuki snorted, resting a hand against her face as her elbow came to the table, "I missed the part where you were asking permission to use your grandfather's property for a weekend getaway with your girlfriend."

Somehow his mother managed to stop his imagination before it had gotten away from him. "Well, fucking can I?"

"Hell no!" Mitsuki yelled, cackling as she slammed her palms to the table. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Why the fuck did I ask?"

"You don't wanna go to the beach. You wanna fu-"

"Okay, okay," Masaru interrupted, turning to his son. "I think what your mother is trying to say is that we don't think it would be responsible for us to let you and Uraraka go alone for a weekend."

"Why not?" Bakugo yelled, folding his arms across his chest as he looked at his mother. "You already fucking said you know what goes on at the damn dorms, so what the fuck is the difference?"

"Oh," Mitsuki chuckled bitterly, "And also what goes on under my damn roof too, huh?"

He flinched, feeling his face warm. He'd somehow managed to have forgotten that little detail. "I told you we didn't fucking do anything!"

"So, you're telling me you're not planning on having sex?"

"What the fuck?!" Bakugo shouted, standing up from his chair. The question caused his pulse to race and his furrowed brows to raised in panic.

"Katsuki," Masaru's voice cut through the tension smoothly, "If you're grown up enough to have a weekend with your girlfriend without supervision than you're grown up enough to have this conversation without yelling and lying to us."

His chest deflated as Bakugo dragged his hands through his hair with a long exhale. He looked over at his mother's smug glare and his father's even expression. "Fuck this is awkward," he sighed, plopping back down in his seat. "Do we really have to talk about this shit?"

"Yes."

"Fuck."

"You don't think this shit isn't weird for us?" Mitsuki shook her head with a little chuckle. "Look, we both remember being that age, and I know if it were me going away with my boyfriend to a beach house unsupervised I'd want to-"

"Please don't," Bakugo groaned, covering his eyes trying to escape the inevitable mental image.

"It would be irresponsible not to talk to you about this," Masaru told him. "We've honestly never talked to you about sex."

Bakugo had been hoping to move out with that statement still true. "I know what sex is. We've had those stupid health seminars since fucking middle school." He looked down at his dinner, appetite was gone and more agitated by the second. "We don't have to talk about this shit!"

"Yes, we do."

"God fucking damn it."

"Look," Mitsuki started bluntly, "you need to understand that your hormonally charged actions have consequences."

"You act like I don't have fucking feelings for her." Bakugo hadn't really registered what he was saying until he saw the flicker of awe from his mother and curiosity from his father. "I'm not just taking her to the beach to fucking get laid."

"Okay," Masaru nodded, "Then why do you want to take her to the beach?"

"I-" The words on his tongue faded faster than he could get them out. "I haven't fucking seen her all summer, we were supposed to do shit together, and I think it would be nice to spend time together without all the fuckwads floating around the dorm."

"So you want to be alone with her?" Mitsuki questioned.

"I'm not saying," Bakugo started with an exhale as he rubbed his forehead tiredly, "we're going to have sex-"

"You're also not assuring me that you won't," Mitsuki told him. "If you did it would be a lie-"

"I know that! I'm fucking trying to honest, you hag!"

"And we appreciate that, but we're concerned," Masaru voiced.

"Well, what the fuck are you guys going to do when I move out?" It was a fair question.

"Not be responsible for raising the demon spawn you impregnate that girl with," Mitsuki grumbled loud enough for them both to hear her.

"I know what a fucking condom is." Not that he had any in his possession.

Or anywhere nearby last night.

"I'm not a damn idiot." He had trouble admitting that last night his brain had been too fuzzy with desire to think about the rational consequences of their actions. Bakugo couldn't say that protection would have come up or how far they would have gotten if they hadn't been interrupted. "And I'm not a fucking little kid anymore."

Mitsuki looked toward her husband, shrugging her shoulders and showing her palms in surrender.

"Alright," Masaru nodded, "You're not a little kid anymore."

Bakugo knew there was a 'but' to that admission.

"Your mother and I don't think this is the best idea, but this isn't our decision," Masaru explained. "It's your choice."

Bakugo let loose a little sigh of relief.

"You need to talk to her parents beforehand."

"For what?" he tensed.

"Because it's the polite thing to do," Mitsuki told him.

"She ain't a little kid either!" Of course, he planned on talking to Uraraka about his plans but he wasn't sure why he needed to talk to her parents.

"It's about respect, Katsuki," his mother shook her head. "You haven't had the decency to stand in front of her father and-"

"This shit again," Bakugo growled. "I'm not dating her fucking parents. It's not their decision."

"You're missing the point."

He was? "What point? Ochako and I are fucking happy. I make her happy, she makes me happy." Bakugo wasn't sure what else he could say to prove the validity of his relationship.

"Son, do you-" Masaru paused for a moment. Conversations with his son some days were like stretching a rubber band. "Do you see yourself with Uraraka beyond U.A.?"

"What kind of fucking question is that? You think I'm gonna just dump her once we graduate or-"

"She might break up with you," Mitsuki added. "But we don't know what could happen in the future, Katsuki. We're just trying to make sure you think through everything. This is your first relationship-"

"Which doesn't have shit to do with anything," Bakugo spat defensively. "I get that we're young, dumb, and stupid or whatever-"

"We're not saying that, Katsuki," Masaru pleaded. "We just-"

"I'm not going anywhere, and I trust her when she says she isn't either so…" Bakugo trailed off. "I don't know what the fuck is gonna happen after U.A.-"

There were few things that were certain.

They were graduating.

They'd be heroes.

He was going to be number one.

"But I know Ochako and I are gonna be together." He understood what he was inferring. Somehow, he still hadn't had the chance to confess the words he wanted to say before he'd left for the summer. "I fucking love her, so there!" he spluttered defensively. Bakugo dropped his eyes to the table in front of him, tracing the grain pattern as he felt his parent's eyes on him.

"Alright, son-"

If anything, he could count on his father to move on and to not push his moments of vulnerability.

"Do you need us to get you some condoms?"

To be Continued…