"I can't believe it's almost time for exams," Kirishima yawned, stretching his arms above his head before dropping them heavily against the study hall table. "I mean we got a couple of weeks before finals-"
"So you should fucking study," Bakugo quipped, absent-mindedly flipping through his notes from the semester.
"Excuse you," Kirishima started with a fierce point. "Your boy-"
"No."
"Your boy," he started undeterred, "is currently ranked at number ten for this term, maybe number nine if you look at my classwork scores and you count our last test." He settled down into his seat, flatting his palms against the back of his head before leaning back cockily. "So you gotta admit, I'm rocking it."
Bakugo rolled his eyes, roughly ripping a post-it note from the stack in front of him.
"Pun intended," he grinned toothily.
"Stupid fucking pun," Bakugo warned as he wrote.
"You just feel threatened because I'm now in the top ten in our class."
"I'm in the top three, fuckwad."
"And," Kirishima grinned brightly, "if you're not careful I just might knock you out of the big three."
"Even if your dumb ass could pull a fucking magic rabbit out a hat and move to number one-"
"That's a terrible idiom. I know what that is now thanks to my study plan!"
"It doesn't mean anything if you slack off now. Your ass can still end up in remedial classes."
"Not happening dude," Kirishima started, pulling out his school planner, "Yaoyorozu showed me how to make this study schedule. With this, I'm constantly reviewing old material with the new stuff we learn throughout the term. I don't have to worry about cramming for exams because I've been studying all term."
Bakugo's eyes narrowed, "Seriously?"
"Yeah man, I don't know why nobody suggested this sooner-"
"I told you this shit the first time you asked me to tutor you!" Bakugo growled, shaking his head as he tried to focus on his work.
"I don't think so-"
"I fucking did!"
"But did you use colors?" Kirishima retorted, shrugging sheepishly as he tapped one of the brightly shaded boxes. "I've learned that I am a visual learner."
Idiot.
"Color-coding really helps me."
"And you couldn't buy a damn pack of crayons?"
"I'm more of a colored pencil man," Kirishima shrugged, pulling out his pencil case. "I would use watercolors, but-"
"That one fuckin brain cell must be lonely and starved in there," Bakugo huffed. He slammed his notebook shut, scowling at the clock. He'd only managed about thirty minutes of study time.
"Yeah," the redhead chuckled, "that joke is getting real old."
"Stop making it easy for people to fucking make," he grumbled packing up his things for the next class. "Shut up and get your shit together so we won't be late for Combat."
"Okay."
Bakugo stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder before he angrily shoved his hands in his pockets.
"You know," Kirishima started lightly, "I figured you'd be nicer since you're getting laid semi-regularly."
A blush burned the tips of Bakugo's ears and stirred his chest as he jerked his head away. "Mind your goddamn business asshole." The words lost their meaning between his stuttered embarrassment and flashes of a few nights ago.
Outside of their vacation bubble, intimacy was a much more complicated affair. The distance between Uraraka's and Ashido's rooms provided them with some privacy, but the thin walls and creaky floors did nothing. Anyone in the hallway could clearly hear what was going on in that room if they listened hard enough.
It wasn't often teachers checked the dorms after curfew, but it wasn't something either of them wanted to risk.
"I can't mind my business with your headboard transmitting Morse Code against my wall all night."
Bakugo couldn't help the small part of him that was proud of the accomplishment. "Shut the fuck up."
"Move your bed away from the wall like a normal person," Kirishima suggested as he trailed behind his friend. "Or get freaky in her room since she doesn't have a neighbor."
Bakugo's pace increased as he stomped down the hall.
"I don't see why you don't just sleep in her room. I practically live in Mina's now."
"We're not trying to get in trouble like you idiots."
"Dude, it's been almost two years. If we haven't gotten in trouble yet, we're not gonna," Kirishima reasoned.
Idiot.
"In fact, no one has gotten in trouble for sharing rooms."
That was a fact Bakugo had a hard time believing.
"Aizawa doesn't care."
His ears were still ringing from the lecture their teacher had given him after his fight with Midoriya. Bakugo didn't want to think about the scolding he'd get if he and Uraraka were caught in the same bed on campus. "So get caught and let me know how that works out for you."
Kirishima stopped in the doorway of the classroom, brows knit together as Bakugo charged toward his seat, "Dude! That's stupid!"
"You're stupid," Bakugo shrugged, mumbling a vague agreement as he searched for his girlfriend. "The hell is she." He looked up at the clock frowning. "She's late."
"Technically, we're late too." Being on time for class, typically meant you were at least five minutes early. "And Aizawa's late too." Kirishima gestured to the empty front of the classroom. "Holy shit, it's the end of days."
"No!" Iida's voice boomed from the back as his hands commanded attention. "There was an incident during the first year support students' combat class that is being dealt with."
"Who the hell thought it was a good idea to try to teach a bunch of lab geeks how to fight?" Kaminari questioned.
"Those lab geeks help fix your tech," Jirou pointed out with a disapproving frown.
"It's good that they get the experience," Yaoyorouzu added.
"I mean, if their screw-ups get me less time running laps then, it's all gravy," Kaminari shrugged, reaching out to Sero for a high five.
"So, you're celebrating someone's misfortune?" Ashido frowned.
"No-"
"Not very plus ultra of you."
Kaminari's jaw dropped in horror.
Idiots. "Oi, tail freak!" Bakugo barked as Ojiro walked into the classroom.
"Dude, we've talked about this," Kirishima sighed tiredly, sitting on top of his desk. "When we want to address someone, we use their names."
"Fuck off, shitty hair!" Bakugo snapped. It wasn't that he didn't know, but he tended to notice someone's quirk or a prominent physical attribute. "Um, um, fuck-" he sputtered, snapping his fingers as he tried to recall the name of his classmate standing frozen in the doorway. "Ojiro!"
"Good boy!"
"What the hell happened?" He could torture Kirishima later. At the very least, he wasn't going to move his bed away from the wall.
"Oh," Ojiro started as he slowly walked to his desk, "One of the first years accidentally kicked Uraraka in the jaw and knocked her out. Aizawa and All Might are with her in Recovery Girl's office."
"How the fuck do you accidentally knock someone out?!" Bakugo questioned, getting up and walking toward the door.
Ojiro shrugged, "No idea. I heard a loud noise, and she was on the ground, and I'm talking to myself now."
Bakugo was already out of the room before he'd had a chance to explain.
"She's fine though," Ojiro added to anyone who was listening.
"You should have lead with that," Kirishima advised.
"He didn't take a hall pass," Iida sighed defeated, before inhaling and clapping his hands. "Right, no point in wasting instructional time! We should take it upon ourselves to get warmed up so we're ready to start as soon as Aizawa is ready."
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"I'm fine," Uraraka winced, shrinking away from the light being shined in her eyes.
"Mmmhmm," Recovery Girl answered flatly as she gently grasped Uraraka's face to keep her still. "Let me be the judge of that."
"This isn't my first concussion." She looked over at All Might for back up. "I'm okay."
"We believe you," All Might assured with a smile as he folded his arms, "but we're gonna let the expert make the final ruling."
Uraraka settled back on the cot as she watched Recovery Girl make notes on a chart. "Seriously, I'm fine." She opened her mouth, slowly stretching her jaw. Pain rattled through her neck and head. "It's not broken."
"I know," Recovery Girl chuckled softly, "but you lost consciousness so-"
"That means I need a neuro exam," she recited. She'd been given and heard the speech enough times to know the drill. Recovery Girl would give her initial evaluation and based on that she'd either be sent to the emergency room, forced to rest here for the remainder of the school day, or sent back to class with a note excusing her from physical activity. "Is Fujimora okay?"
Her memory of the incident was hazy, but Uraraka could recall most of the events leading up to the accident.
She remembered working with her group on basic kicks. They were supposed to be making the move to practice hitting the various points on the body.
Shin.
Hip.
Stomach.
Chest.
When it was Fujimora's turn to practice aiming a kick to the chin, he'd ended up going full out and sending Uraraka to the mat. The last thing she remembered was hearing the rough click of her teeth meeting as pain struck her chin. She heard Fujimora's panicked shout and other noises of distress from the other support students.
"He looked upset." Even if her memory was incorrect, it was a safe assumption. No one in that class was malicious and intended to hurt anyone.
"I don't think he expected to deliver such an effective kick," All Might joked with a gentle chuckle.
"It was a good kick." She couldn't deny that.
"Angel face!"
Uraraka sighed loudly, closing her eyes at the sound of her boyfriend's voice. "Goddamnit," she huffed, bracing herself for Bakugo's arrival.
Recovery Girl's gaze cleared her throat, placing an ice pack in Uraraka's hand, and pressing it to her chin.
"Oh," she flushed, sputtering for a moment as she tried to justify her choice of words, "I'm not wrong." She looked at All Might.
"She isn't wrong," All Might shrugged, unaffected.
"There's no excuse for foul language," Recovery Girl insisted, shaking her head.
Uraraka snorted as Bakugo came around the curtain. "Tell him that," she murmured.
"What the fuck happened to her?" Bakugo questioned, stepping in front of her.
Amused brown eyes looked at All Might and then to Recovery Girl. "She had a training accident," Uraraka answered simply. "She's fine though, a little nauseous but I'm fine. Just getting some ice before she heads to class is all. She's also able to speak just fine."
Bakugo removed the ice from her chin. Carefully placing his fingers on his cheeks, he examined the bruise on her chin. "Put the ice back."
Uraraka rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out. "She is fine."
"She has a concussion," Recovery Girl announced as she made notes in the chart. "And she will not be participating in combat. She's had enough of that today."
Bakugo nodded, stance relaxing a little bit, "What the fuck happened?"
"A really hard kick to the chin," Uraraka answered dryly as she smirked.
Bakugo narrowed his eyes. "You know what the hell I mean." He placed an affectionate hand on top of her head.
"I'm kinda proud of him," she snickered, looking over to All Might. "I'm a good teacher."
All Might laughed, "That you are, Young Uraraka. And don't worry about Fujimora. Aizawa said he was going to check on him before he went to class."
"Good." She closed her eyes, enjoying the soothing feeling of the ice against her bruise.
"Okay," Uraraka nodded, turning her head to look at the clock behind her. "Aizawa's gonna be late for class." She frowned, looking at Bakugo. "We're late for class."
"You have an excuse," Recovery Girl reminded her, handing her a slip before turning to Bakugo. "You on the other hand-"
"I know, I know," Bakugo grumbled, turning his gaze toward Uraraka as he absent-mindedly ran his fingers through her hair. He may have not noticed, but the action wasn't missed by the two adults. "I don't got a hall pass."
"I can write you one," All Might offered, pulling a stack of slips from his jacket pocket. Deliberately keeping his eyes on the pass he was writing, All Might pretended everyone wasn't watching him curiously. "Here you go." He handed the blonde teen the pass.
"Thanks," Bakugo murmured, looking to the wall as he accepted the slip of paper.
"Alright you two," Recovery Girl announced with authority, "get to class."
Uraraka nodded, taking Bakugo's hand as she stood up.
"Ochako-"
"I know," Uraraka started as she stopped halfway to the door. "I'm not to participate in my combat or fieldwork until I get cleared by you." She pressed the ice pack against her chin as Bakugo slung an arm over her shoulder.
Recovery Girl nodded before turning to Bakugo, "Please keep that arm in a respectable location, Bakugo. You both are still in school."
"I'm fu-freaking helping her," Bakugo grumbled as Uraraka moved his arm from around his shoulder and grabbed his hand.
"Thank you!" Uraraka squeaked out before dragging a mumbling Bakugo out of the room.
Recovery Girl turned to All Might, placing her hands on her hips. "You're too soft on those kids."
"They're my first class," All Might shrugged with a grin.
You're especially soft on Bakugo and Midoriya, Toshinori," she continued sternly. "It's not a good look."
"Who am I to get in the way of young love?"
"An educator."
"She's good for him."
She couldn't argue that. "Doesn't matter. He can't just leave class because he's worried about her and walk around school hanging onto her."
"No, but-" All Might remembered a time when Bakugo wouldn't hang around anyone let alone pull someone into his physical space. "Let the kids be kids, huh?" he grinned.
Recovery sighed, folding her arms across her chest. "No."
All Might's smile dropped into a confused frown.
"You're not the one who has to hand out birth control pill prescriptions-"
Shock and blood gurgled at the back of his throat.
"Exactly."
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"You okay?"
Uraraka giggled as Bakugo kissed down the side of her jaw, fluttering extra attention over the bruise on her chin before traveling down her neck. "I already said I'm fine," she sighed, allowing her head to fall back as her arms circled his neck. "For the hundredth, thousandth time-" She straddled his lap, wrapped only in his bedsheets.
"That's not a number," he mumbled, kissing her clavicle as his hands swept over the top of her bare back.
She smirked, eyes fluttering closed. "Close enough-"
"No."
"Ugh," she scoffed, grabbing his face with her hands, "I'm fine." She kissed his nose before covering his face with sloppily kisses. "I promise. Chill out, babe."
"You got kicked in the face." His arms went around her waist, keeping her snuggled against him.
"And…" Uraraka drawled, tilting her head to the side. "You've had more concussions than me."
"The fuck does that have to do with anything?"
She laughed, "Nothing." Uraraka rubbed their noses together before kissing him deeply. "I should go," she sighed, frowning as she looked over at the clock. "It's almost curfew."
"So?"
"So," she started, looking at him skeptically, "I shouldn't be in your room." She looked down at the small space between their bodies. "Naked."
That was exactly where she was supposed to be in his opinion. "Stay tonight," Bakugo pleaded, pulling her closer against him. "I got fieldwork tomorrow evening and night." His lips went back to her neck.
"We're gonna get in trouble," she moaned as his tongue played with the skin above her pulse. Her legs squeezed his waist and pushed her center closer against him.
He smiled, teeth scraping against her skin, "Only if you're noisy."
Uraraka cackled, squealing in delight as his erection brushed against her. "Only if I'm noisy…" she teased, moving her hands to his hair. "You realize I'm supposed to take it easy, right?"
Red eyes looked up at her curiously.
"Concussion protocol," she grinned as she pulled at his hair. "I'm supposed to rest for the next couple days."
"Tch." Cradling the back of her head, Bakugo gently lowered her against the mattress before crawling over her. "So you take it easy…" He carefully unwrapped her body from the sheets, revealing her in the low light of his room. His hands worked down the planes of her body as he kissed a line from her shoulders to the sweet flesh below her navel. "Kay?" His hands coaxed her knees to open.
"Okay."
Somewhere in his lust-filled haze, Bakugo had realized he'd forgotten to move his bed.
Kirishima would get over it.
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"Don't judge me."
Todoroki held up his hands in surrender.
"No one's judging you," Midoriya assured her as he picked up another notecard. "Just-" He stopped himself quickly, looking at the large pile of snack wrappers littered around Uraraka.
"What?" she frowned, stuffing another piece of candy in her mouth. "I'm hungry." Her mouth was still full as she dug around for something else to eat. "Eating is, like, the only thing keeping me awake right now." She looked down at her notes as she started to unwrap another candy bar.
"You don't even like the green tea ones," Todoroki commented, watching her shove the candy in her mouth.
"Since when?"
"Since I've never seen you eat one."
Midoriya nodded. "Usually, Tsu eats them."
"Or you," Todoroki added, reaching for the snack bag. He placed the bag in his lap as he dug around. "You just ate lunch." He picked up a hand full of wrappers, letting them fall from his fingertips and back into the bag.
Uraraka scoffed, "I said don't judge me."
"You ate all the candy."
"Here." She tossed him one of the candy bars she had placed in her lap. "I will buy more," Uraraka sighed, chewing her last mouthful, "I apologize for being hungry."
"Is Kacchan not feeding you?" Midoriya teased as he flipped through his textbook. "Do we need to talk to him?"
"I can feed myself."
"Clearly," Todoroki retorted, looking sourly at the empty bag of candy.
"I said I was sorry!" Uraraka whined. She was also mourning the empty bag. They were barely an hour into their study session and they were already out of candy. "I will tell Katsuki to get some more. He's doing fieldwork until late so he can stop on his way back to the dorms." She picked up her phone, sending her boyfriend a quick text message.
URARAKA OCHAKO, 3:21 PM
Can you get some more candy on your way back?
BAKUGO KATSUKI, 3:22 PM
How the fuck are you out of candy?
BAKUGO KATSUKI, 3:22 PM
Again?!
Uraraka dropped her head back with a loud groan.
"What?" Midoriya asked curiously.
"Katsuki is asking how I'm out of candy," she muttered as the typed a response. "Again."
URARAKA OCHAKO, 3:23 PM
Because I ate it.
"Did you eat all his candy too?" Todoroki quipped casually as he added to his notes.
"Okay-"
"Snippy."
Uraraka flinched, feeling more irritated than she should, "Pot kettle."
"You ate all the candy."
"Alight." She inhaled deeply, turning her head up to the ceiling. "I have a couple of emergency candy bars, mochi, and an assortment of sweets hidden in the oatmeal box on my shelf in the pantry. Do you want me to go get you a snack?"
BAKUGO KATSUKI, 3:26 PM
Tell me you didn't have candy for lunch…
URARAKA OCHAKO, 3:27 PM
I didn't have candy for lunch. I had an egg salad sandwich for lunch.
"Why do you keep snacks hidden in an oatmeal box?" Midoriya asked her confused.
BAKUGO KATSUKI, 3:28 PM
You don't even fucking like egg salad!
URARAKA OCHAKO, 3:28 PM
Apparently I do, cause I ate it.
"Period snacks," Todoroki answered easily as he plucked a notecard from the pile on the floor. "My sister used to keep hers hidden in a bag of rice crackers."
"Used to?" Uraraka questioned, moving her materials from her lap as she stood up.
"Natsuo found them, and everyone learned really quick not to touch Fuyumi's snacks."
Uraraka snorted as she stretched, looking down at her phone. "I wonder if that's why I'm extra snackish today." That would explain it. "Would it be weird if I ask Katsuki to buy me some tampons?"
BAKUGO KATSUKI, 3:30 PM
Ew, cheeks
Midoriya sputtered, face turning an awkward shade of red as he looked between the two. "Wha- just- Should we really be talking about something this personal?"
Uraraka blinked, pointing to Todoroki, "He's the one who brought up periods! I figured it didn't bother you guys."
"Don't care," Todoroki shrugged as he continued to study.
Midoriya shook his head, deciding that he wasn't going to participate in the conversation.
"You do his laundry, and you've never asked him to buy you tampons?"
"It never came up." She couldn't remember the last time she, herself, purchased a box of tampons. There had to be a coupon burning a hole in her wallet.
"He's the one that buys the groceries…"
Uraraka opened the calendar on her phone. "Yes, but…" When had she had her last period? "Oh fuck…" That couldn't be right. She scrolled through the month, eyes wide.
"Is he acting like a moron because you asked him to buy you some tampons?" Todoroki questioned with a smirk.
"No-" This couldn't be right.
"Don't tell me he asked you what size like Kaminari did when he had to run out for Jiro second yea-"
"What?!" Midoriya squawked, dropping his pen.
Todoroki nodded, "That was an interesting conversation."
"This isn't about tampons!" Uraraka wished she could take a second to appreciate the humor but she couldn't think beyond the panic slowly taking over her senses. The arm holding her phone fell against her thigh as she rubbed the back of her hand against her forehead. "What's today's date?" Her last period was due on the week of the sixth.
"It's the twenty-eighth," Midoriya told her factually.
Uraraka felt her heart drop as panic began to rise.
"What's wrong?"
"I-" Normally, she wouldn't hesitate to talk to them, but this concern felt too big to talk about. "I don't know." She couldn't talk to Asui for another few hours and telling Ashido felt risky. Ashido, even though she meant well, lacked discretion. Uraraka wasn't close enough to any of the other girls to talk about something like this. The only other person she could think to talk to was-
"That doesn't sound good," Todoroki observed bluntly. "Did Bakugo say something?"
She'd forgotten about him. "No, he didn't do anything." What was she supposed to say to him?
"So," Todoroki kept his eyes on her, "Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?"
"I don't think I can talk to you guys about it."
Midoriya looked hurt.
"We were just talking about tampons?" Todoroki frowned, setting his highlighter down. "I'm pretty sure there's very little we can't talk about at this point."
"Okay," Uraraka breathed, pushing her hair back. "I'm late."
"Oh," Midoriya started, opening his notebook. "That's all."
Uraraka's jaw dropped as she turned to Todoroki whose brain seemed to be working to connect the dots.
"That's okay if you have to leave. Shouto and I are gonna keep studying, so if you finish up early you can always-"
"No!" Uraraka groaned, pacing in a little circle around the room as she checked the calendar again. "Izu! I'm not late." She stopped walking and stood in front of them, pointing at herself. "I'm late." She wasn't sure if pointing to herself while enunciating the same words that confused him would help but it made sense to her. "Me."
He frowned, "But you just said that-"
"You're pregnant?" Todoroki questioned directly, looking at Uraraka in shock.
"Pregnant?!"
"No, no," Uraraka insisted, shaking her head. "We're not saying the 'p' word." The word had sent a strike of fear through her body. She dug for her backpack, pulling out the pack of birth control pills to check. "Fuck."
"How late are you?" Todoroki asked, watching her carefully.
"Like over two weeks," she answered quickly, ignoring the shocked looks on her friends' faces, "but there are like twenty different reasons for why this could happen." Somehow she could only think of the one glaring reason for this. "We're not jumping to any crazy conclusions."
"You're sexually active."
"Like a bunch of other people at this school."
"And?
"So are you!" She didn't know that for a fact but deflecting felt good.
"We're not talking about me," Todoroki reminded her.
Uraraka didn't wanna talk about her either. "Doesn't mean I'm-" She couldn't even say the word. "I have a situation."
"I don't have a uterus or ovaries," Todoroki told her factually.
Fair.
"Neither does he." Todoroki nodded toward Midoriya casually. "So it's definitely not the same."
Uraraka's eyebrows raised as she looked at Midoriya's bright red face. "I can't believe this," she hissed, exhaling deeply.
"You need a pregnancy test."
What? "No."
"Your period is late, and you had sex-"
She groaned, plopping back down on the floor.
"The internet says you can take a test a week after a missed period," Midoriya read from his phone.
"I'm not-" Uraraka paused. "I don't have any other symptoms besides my period being late."
"You've had sex," Todoroki reasoned. "That's the biggest symptom."
"That is a possible cause," she argued, "and not a symptom."
"Have you been nauseous?"
Uraraka whipped her head over to Midoriya who was reading information on his phone.
"What?"
"Nausea?" he repeated.
"I puked yesterday," she recalled. "But I have a concussion."
"Food cravings?"
Todoroki looked at the empty candy bag and the wrappers surrounding them.
"Oh whatever," Uraraka dismissed. "I'm allowed to be hungry."
"Headaches or dizziness?" Midoriya continued down the list.
Uraraka shook her head, "I have a concussion."
"Fatigue?"
"We're in our second to last term at U.A., I have two jobs, one of which where I am responsible for people's lives, so of course I'm tired." That was a stupid question. "We are all fucking tired!"
Midoriya glanced at her for a moment, before looking back at his phone. "Mood swings?"
"Gimme that." She could feel their eyes on her as she looked over the symptoms. "These are basically PMS symptoms." Uraraka read through the symptoms. "Swollen boobs, bloating… That's PMS. The internet proves nothing."
"Right," Todoroki agreed. "That's probably why you should take a pregnancy test."
Uraraka sighed as her phone buzzed.
BAKUGO KATSUKI, 3:45 PM
What kind of candy do you want anyway?
"Damn it," she whispered, staring at her phone.
URARKA OCHAKO, 3:46 PM
Don't worry about it.
URARKA OCHAKO, 3:46 PM
I need a break from studying so I'mma go to the store. Need anything?
"I need a pregnancy test."
To be Continued…