"This movie isn't accurate."
Uraraka snorted, smothering a giggle as she fell back into the bean bag chair. A piece of pocky dangled from her lips as she looked behind her. "You picked it," she cackled, allowing her head to fall back against the bed behind her.
"Because it had positive reviews," Midoriya huffed, shaking his head at the laptop screen on the desk. He flinched seeing another explosion light up.
"I'm afraid I have to agree with Midoriya," Iida nodded as his arms folded across his chest.
Uraraka glanced over at Asui sitting cross-legged on the floor next to her. "You know, after almost three years I'm starting to think them out voting us on movie nights is some sort of conspiracy."
"I think if we could get Todoroki on our side before the next movie night," Asui started, reaching for the bag of chips, "then just maybe we could win."
"Pick a good movie and you have my vote," Todoroki shrugged, laying down to rest his head in Midoriya's lap. His cheek brushed against the green-haired teen's knee as he closed his eyes.
"I think the fact that you're going to sleep on this cinematic masterpiece speaks for itself," Uraraka laughed reaching for a chip.
"It's late."
"It's barely eight."
"I'm still jet-lagged," Todoroki mumbled, dropping his face into Midoriya's knee as he draped an arm around his waist.
"We do have classes tomorrow," Iida sighed, allowing his eyes to drift toward the bag of gummies tempting him.
"Eh," Uraraka huffed, brushing a casual hand to the air, "We're just talking about graduation requirements, starting our pro license paperwork since it takes months to process, and talking about internships." She took a bite of pocky, following it up with a chip. "We don't start actual classes until Tuesday."
"Good because I have to go to my internship tomorrow evening for a few hours," Asui commented with a nod.
"I don't have a shift until Wednesday."
Todoroki snorted, "I need to find an internship."
"You're supposed to be sleeping."
"Resting my eyes."
"You sound like my dad," Asui commented with a short laugh.
"Oh come on! That's not even realistic!" Midoriya shouted toward the movie. "How does that even work?"
"That fancy apartment on a first year sidekick salary or the high heeled stiletto boots on her hero suit?" Uraraka questioned, turning her attention back to the movie for a moment.
"The shoes you use for your hero suit have heels!" Todoroki pointed out, opening his eyes to look at the scene playing.
"Those 'heels' contain a spring to help absorb shock." She put too much thought into her suit for him to assume that her heels were a costume element. The only real aesthetic choices she made were the colors. Though she hadn't seen the changes Hatsume had made. "I'm not parading around in them."
"That is unrealistic," Iida hummed, stroking his thumb along his chin.
"Thank you-"
"I'm not sure physics supports that kind of maneuver."
"What?"
"I mean," Midoriya responded, shrugging as he reached for his notebook on the nightstand, "it really depends what kind of force was behind that kick."
"The windows are cracked from it, but he's not coughing up blood and able to get up from that hit fairly quickly," Asui mentioned.
"We're really not going to talk about how she can afford that apartment-"
"With those windows," Todoroki started, "I'd call it a penthouse."
"Okay so we're more confused by a question of physics in a movie, than how a sidekick affords a penthouse during their first year and fights crime in stilettos."
"Midnight?"
"Does not fight crime in stilettos."
"And I have broken enough bones to understand the physics of putting your weight and energy behind a move," Midoriya chuckled, "So I'm just wondering how she isn't at least bruised."
Uraraka shrugged, "She's wearing pants." A soft chime broke through the room. She lifted herself up, pulling her phone from her back pocket. "And your femur is like the hardest bone in your body, so if you break that it's pretty serious."
"She has a point," Asui agreed.
"At least I haven't broken that yet," Midoriya grinned.
BAKUGO KATSUKI, 8:47 PM
Where are you?
"Yet," Todoroki emphasized.
"You don't know what the future holds."
"You shouldn't be open to the experience of breaking your leg!"
URARAKA OCHAKO, 8:48 PM
We're in Deku's room watching a really terrible movie.
"Yeah not open to that idea at all," Uraraka said, frowning. "I had to splint a guy's leg after a motorcycle accident, and I hope to never break my leg. Pushing that bone back into place was enough for me," she told them before turning her attention back to the phone in her hand.
"I think what she is trying to say is her leg should be shattered and she should be broke," Asui translated looking toward the movie.
BAKUGO KATSUKI, 8:49 PM
I'm almost back to the dorms. My room tonight?
A blush crept over her face reading his message. "Yep. That."
URARAKA OCHAKO, 8:49 PM
Yeah, text me when you get to the dorms, and I'll grab my uniform so we can sleep in. :)
"Texting your brat?" Todoroki questioned.
Uraraka rolled her eyes at the sound of the smirk in his voice. "Yep. He's on the way back from his parents, so I might head out before the end."
"Looks like you won't see the resolution," Asui joked.
"Oh darn."
"You two lost the vote fair and square," Midoriya reminded them.
"You've forgotten that you too are complaining about this monstrosity."
"If I knew then what I know now I would have sided with you and Tsu."
"I believe if we don't think too critically about what's going on, we'd find the movie more enjoyable," Iida suggested.
"We're watching a movie where the main character is working toward being a hero while we're in school and getting ready to become pros," Todoroki reminded them. "That's like asking a doctor to watch one of those medical dramas."
"So you're saying that Tsu and I get next movie pick?" Uraraka questioned, nodding her head. "Awesome."
"No."
"Democracy rules in these quarters."
"How can that be when you decided it was a democracy without consulting us?" Asui questioned slowly looking at the boys.
Uraraka snorted.
BAKUGO KATSUKI, 8:55 PM
Here.
"And that's my cue to get out of here," Uraraka chuckled, grabbing the box of pocky from the floor. "I shall see you all tomorrow bright and early."
"Don't forget curfew is-"
"We're not going out, Iida," she dismissed, sliding her feet back in her slippers. "So nothing to worry about there."
Midoriya cleared his throat. "The other curfew."
"Lock the door this time," Todoroki whispered loud enough for everyone to hear exactly what he said.
"As much as I would love to respond to that comment-" Her eyes narrowed at Todoroki before shifting her gaze to Midoriya. "I'm going to Katsuki's room. I shall get you both back later." Separately.
"Noted."
"What did I do?!" Midoriya babbled.
"Guilt by association," Uraraka nodded.
It wasn't fair, but she wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to tease him about their sleeping arrangements. Especially when Todoroki looked pretty comfortable on Midoriya's bed.
"Good night." Turning her back toward the door, she slowly walked backwards toward the exit. "I hate all of you accept for Tsu."
Iida gasped, affronted.
"Night."
Months ago her face would have reddened at the thought of her friends knowing she was intending to stay the night in Bakugo's room.
Today she hadn't really batted an eyelash at her friends' comments as she left or cared that a few of her classmates had seen her with a couple bags and her uniform blazer in hand. She was sure everyone already knew what happened last night, so there was no point in hiding it.
She was sure that she wasn't the only person sleeping in their significant other's room.
Kirishima was as much her floormate as Ashido was at this point.
"Open up," Uraraka commanded, pressing her cheek against the door to call out to him. Her school bag clattered softly against the door as she took a step back to wait. "Finally," she chirped, sticking her tongue out at him playfully as she waddled into the room.
"You moving in or something?" he questioned, stepping aside for her to enter.
"You wish." She did too. "I told you I needed to grab my stuff."
Bakugo looked at her collection of bags, red eyes following her across the room as she hung up her uniform. "What the hell didn't you grab, angel face?"
"I don't wanna have to run to my room in the morning," she pouted, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him against her. "How was dinner with your parents?"
"Eh," he shrugged. Bakugo buried his face in the crook of her neck, squeezing her tightly.
"That much fun, huh?" Her hands crept up his back to lightly scratch the back of his head.
"The old hag kept giving me shit about you not being there."
"Sorry," she apologized as he pulled away. Carefully cupping his face in her hands, Uraraka rose up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips. "I wanted to give you a chance to catch up with them."
"Tch."
"What'd you guys talk about?" she questioned, gently squishing his face. "Did you tell them about your internship?"
Speaking of which. "What are you doing this weekend?" He pulled away, pressing their foreheads together as he stared at her.
"Don't try to change the subject."
"I'm not," he replied stiffly. "My old man mentioned something about them going on vacation to his old man's beach house while I was away, so-"
"Wait, your grandfather has a beach house?" Uraraka questioned, surprised.
"Focus." Bakugo curled his fingers around her waist, pressing a kiss to her nose. "I'm trying to see if you wanted to go to the damn beach this weekend."
A bright smile slowly illuminated her face as her hold on his face loosened. "Seriously?" Her arms dropped to her side as she stared at him in disbelief. "Really?"
"Why else would I mention if I weren't serious, dork?" Bakugo questioned gently pushing her on his bed.
Uraraka stared up at the ceiling, feeling the bed dip with his weight as he joined her. "I-" She shrugged, wide-eyed. "I really don't know. I'm so confused. Way too much going on for me to process."
Between the second term starting tomorrow, all of the things they'd left unresolved before his internship, during his internship, and in the brief moments he'd been back, she was a little overwhelmed with the idea of a vacation.
"So, we're going to the beach this weekend?" she asked, turning her head to look at him.
"If you want-"
Of course.
"And if your people are good with it."
What? "My parents?" Uraraka sat up, staring at her boyfriend.
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"We should let them know where you're going."
Uraraka frowned, trying to decide which part of that statement she should question first. "What did your mother say to you?" Her thumb and index finger pinched underneath his chin, turning his gaze back to her.
"Nothing," he huffed frustrated, trying to look away.
Her fingers tightened on his face as she forced him to keep eye contact with her. "Katsuki-"
"The old hag was giving me shit about not meeting your parents and a bunch of other crap."
"What crap? And you had an internship this summer."
He'd said that. "Don't worry about it." She didn't need to know that his mother was well aware of their activities the night before he left and what could potentially happen this weekend.
"You're saying we need to ask my parents for permission for us to go to the beach this weekend," Uraraka reviewed. "I'm worried and confused."
Bakugo sighed loudly, rolling his eyes, "What are your parents going to think about us being alone at a beach house for the weekend?"
Oh.
"Cause my parents had a lot to say about it."
"Honestly, I didn't plan on telling them," she frowned, slowly letting go of his face.
"Why?"
"Because-" The word sputtered from her lips as she sat back on her hands. "I don't have a reason to." They didn't need their parents' permission to leave campus. On weekends, they just had to check in with the staff member on duty to let them know if they were working or planned to be away.
"So you're gonna lie?"
"No."
"A lie of omission is still a lie."
She sighed loudly at the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're an asshole."
"You're the one who said it."
"Months ago." She couldn't believe he remembered it, but at the same time she wasn't surprised.
Fair. "Look, your parents haven't even met me yet, and I don't want them to think that I'm some creep-"
"Whoa, wait, hold up," she stopped him. "They don't think you're a creep. They only know what I've told them and what they've seen from the Sports Festival."
That wasn't good.
"They don't know you," Uraraka explained, "but they want to."
"Which is fucking why we're gonna tell them we're going to the beach for the weekend. We're not hiding shit."
Though gruff, his words warmed her. "I get it," she smiled, crawling on top of him and straddling his waist. Her fingers crawled up his chest before she dragged a finger along his throat. "You care about what my parents think about you." Uraraka leaned down, resting her forearms to his chest as she tucked her fists underneath her chin and looked at him sweetly.
"Why the fuck wouldn't I?" His arms went around her, resting at the small of her back.
"Because you weren't worried about what your parents thought about me so I figured the same about my parents would be true," Uraraka reasoned.
"Not the same thing." Bakugo tucked his hands underneath her shirt, placing his palms to her lower back. "My parents know you and they had a fuck ton of concerns about us being alone for the weekend."
"Like what?"
He stared at her.
Her brows raised waiting for an answer.
"They think we're going to have sex."
"Oh."
That should have been obvious.
"Are we?"
"Do you want to?" The response left his lips before he had a chance to realize what he was asking her.
Her chin dipped down, unsure of whether she was feeling her heart beating out of her chest or his. "Yes," Uraraka answered, swallowing the bundle of nerves pushing at the back of her throat. "I feel-" She stopped, looking away from him for a moment while her face burned. "I feel like if Kaminari and Kirishima hadn't walked in on us, we would have…"
"Yeah."
"Do you want to?" she questioned. "Have sex?"
"Yeah," he answered.
"This is so awkward," she whispered, dropping her face into his chest for a moment before looking up at him. "Okay-" Uraraka gave a deep exhale out as her cheeks burned. "Good. That would be awkward if you didn't."
"Why the hell wouldn't I?" he asked, moving a hand to play with her hair.
"I don't know. We never talked about it." She wasn't sure how this would have come up in conversation beforehand, but she knew it was something they should talk about. "Things just happened before you left, and I wasn't exactly sure how you felt about our level of intimacy." Her words rushed together, trying to get them out in a single puff of air before she lost her nerve. Brown eyes looked back to red as she chewed her lip.
"You get that I'm in love with you right?"
Her eyes widened, feeling the air leave her lungs painfully.
"One four three?" he reminded her.
She understood.
"I love you."
Those three numbers were very different than hearing the three little words they both knew they felt. Uraraka had assumed that she would be the one to say the words first when they'd started dating, but the more she'd gotten to know him, the more she realized her boyfriend didn't hide his emotions well.
"I fucking tried to tell you before I left," he grunted gently.
"I know," she whined softly, feeling too overjoyed and too warm. Uraraka pulled herself up his body and wrapped her arms around his neck. "If you had said it at the airport, I don't think I would have let you leave."
"Dork," he murmured.
"I love you too." The words left her lips easily. She moved so they were chest to chest and nose to nose. "And I am very excited to go away with you this weekend." Her fingers crawled up his neck to his lips.
"Me too." Bakugo kissed her fingers. "You gotta call your parents tomorrow."
"Yeah." She did. "What are we gonna do this weekend?" Her chin tilted down as she stared at him nervously. "I mean, are we-" It sounded silly to plan this. "Are we going to-?"
"Have sex?" Bakugo chuckled, watching her face burn brightly.
"Yes."
"My parents asked the same thing."
She really hoped her parents didn't have the same question when she talked to them. "It's a valid question. What did you say?"
"I said," he murmured, "I don't know. We might or we might not."
"Seriously?"
"We're not washing the dishes-"
Uraraka rolled her eyes biting back a laugh.
"It's one of those things that if it happens, it fucking happens," Bakugo stated. "We might get there and be tired from the week and wanna be lazy."
Or they could get there and take advantage of being completely alone for a weekend. "Since when did you get so wise and rational." She leaned down, pressing their lips together.
"I'm always fucking calm," he murmured, sinking his teeth into her bottom lip.
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It was almost cute how nervous he was.
"You know we don't have to call them." Her eyes followed the line of his legs off the bed, watching his foot bounce.
Bakugo's back fell against the wall as his brows raised, glaring at her curiously. "Just get it over with," he grumbled.
"Worst case scenario," she started. Uraraka scrolled through her phone, then stopping for a moment to give her boyfriend a warm smile. "They say they don't want me to go to the beach with you, and we go anyway."
"No."
She placed a hand on the side of his face, patting his cheek. "It's adorable how much you want my parents to like you."
"Shut up and call them." He turned his head to press a kiss to her palm.
Uraraka nodded, taking a deep breath as she pushed the call button. She turned the phone on speaker and held the device between them. The sound of the phone ringing bled through the tension.
"Tea leaf."
An amused grin split over Bakugo's face as he looked at her. "Tea leaf?" he mouthed.
Uraraka rolled her eyes. "Hey Pa! Ya got a sec?" Her head rolled down as she focused her attention on the phone in her hand. "Stop laughing," she whispered to him, wagging a finger of warning to him.
Bakugo chuckled.
"Of course! How was your first day? Everything alright?"
"Everything is fine, day was pretty easy," she informed her father. "Is Ma around?"
"She's right here. Everything okay there?"
"Yeah," Uraraka answered slowly, looking over at Bakugo with wide eyes, "I wanted to ask ya'll something-"
Bakugo looked at her and then to the phone.
"Katsuki and I-"
"How is he? You'll have to get that boy down here sometime so we can meet him."
"They're busy kids," her mother added. "They'll come when they have time."
She turned to Bakugo, eyes widening with a little 'I told you so' smirk. "We'll definitely try to come down sometime during the term, if not then maybe around the holidays?" Uraraka's smirk quickly turned into an unsure frown as she looked at the blonde next to her.
Bakugo shrugged, then gave her a nod.
"So, I wanted to know how you guys would feel about me going to the beach with Katsuki this weekend?" she questioned carefully. Her toes dug into the blanket she sat on as she looked at Bakugo nervously waiting for an answer.
"The whole weekend?" her father inquired.
"Yeah."
"Alone?"
Uraraka flinched, knowing what was coming. "Yeah."
"Do his parents know about that?"
"I already cleared it with them," Bakugo answered evenly, taking over the conversation.
"By the way, you're on speaker," Uraraka chuckled easily. "Katsuki is with me."
Obviously.
"Well, it's about time we got to talk to you!" her mother's voice spoke warmly. "I swear, as much as Ochako talks about you I feel like we already know ya."
Uraraka covered her face with a hand, blushing furiously.
"You talk about me?" he snorted lightly, laughing through the tension
"Ma…" she whined, dropping the phone between them and looking at Bakugo with a pout.
"Oh, I bet she's redder than a summer tomato, huh?" her mother teased.
"Oh yeah," Bakugo confirmed smirking at her.
"I guess I'll stop embarrassing her for now," her mother laughed. "Anyway, Katsuki, if you're parents are fine with it, I don't see why-"
"Shouldn't we talk about this?"
Her father's voice brought them back to the reality of the situation.
"We just did." Thank goodness for her mother. "They're going to the beach."
"We haven't even met that boy."
It sounded like they had forgotten the boy was still on the phone. He really couldn't blame his hesitation.
"We will."
"Not before he's alone with our daughter."
"He's alone with her now, Rei."
Uraraka sighed, shaking her head. "I am so sorry." she told him softly. "They aren't always like this."
"It's not like the girl can't kick his ass if she needs to, ya know!"
"Mama!"
"Well…"
"Tea leaf," her father started, "I'm not saying no."
That also didn't sound much like a yes to them either.
"But there are some huge concerns about letting you go off with ya boyfriend for a weekend."
She really hoped her father would not bring up the obvious subject of sex. Her and Bakugo had already talked about it last night and she didn't want the two of them revisiting the subject with her parents.
"I would feel better if we'd just had a chance to meet Katsuki first," her father explained. "I know, I know you're a big girl, but you're my little girl. I worry."
"We can stop back on the way from the beach then," Bakugo blurted out easily before turning his attention to Uraraka. "We could stop for dinner at your parents house on Sunday before we go back to the dorms."
"My parents' house is like four hours away," Uraraka reminded him. "We'd have a long hike back to campus. Plus, we have class Monday," she frowned, looking at him skeptically. Uraraka reached down, putting the call on mute for a moment. "I appreciate you trying to make my Pa feel at ease about this, but it's not necessary." She glanced down at the phone. "Ma will talk some sense into him, and he'll be over it by Friday."
"Or," Bakugo started, snatching the phone and unmuting the conversation. "We'll see you on Sunday?"
Uraraka stared at him, lips parted as she stared at him in wonder.
"I think that would be nice," her mother answered.
"Alright," her father relented with a sigh, "there are still some things we have to talk about, Ochako."
Hopefully sex wasn't one of them. "Yeah, Pa." This conversation hadn't gone exactly as planned. "I'll call ya'll tomorrow, yeah?"
"Okay, tea leaf. We love you."
"Love ya'll, too," Uraraka sighed, snatching the phone from Bakugo. "Night."
"Night, Ochako," her mother spoke. "Night Katsuki."
"Goodnight," Bakugo responded.
Uraraka hung up the phone, looking at Bakugo sternly. "You didn't have to do that." She scooted closer to him, slapping his chest before resting her head against his shoulder.
"It's fair though," he told her, pulling her into his lap. "The only thing your parents know about me is the shit they've seen from the Sports Festival."
"And what I've told them since we've been together."
"Tch," he sneered. "I figure if I had a daughter, I'd want to threaten her boyfriend."
His words caused a flood of warm domestic images to rush through her mind. "You are so cute," she decided, grabbing his face with her hands, "flexing your empathy muscles." She swallowed the vision of a blonde haired, brown eyed little girl with round cheeks and determined eyes.
"Whatever," Bakugo dismissed, pressing his face into the crook of her neck. "We get to go to the beach this weekend."
"And have dinner with my parents on Sunday."
To be Continued…