Ochako's eyes fluttered open slightly, the first thing she noticed was her head was killing her and her stomach wasn't far behind. "So this is a hangover." She muttered to herself. She pulled the blankets up over her face and took a deep breath in. That's when her surroundings set in. This did not smell like her blankets. She bolted upright against her heads screaming protests and looked around the unfamiliar room, it was blandly decorated besides a couple All Might posters and then normal clothes and books strewn about, but it was certainly not hers. She looked closer at the clothes on the ground and did recognize some of them were hers. But she was wearing them last night, did she change? Glancing down she realized that she was butt naked in this strange place and gasped as she clawed at the blanket trying to cover herself. It was then that she looked next to her and noticed that she wasn't alone. Her heart dropped to her stomach and then both rose to get stuck in her throat.

Lying next to her was the sleeping form of none other than Bakugo. Last night's memories began to flood her all at once and while some were blurry, she had enough context clues to put two and two together. He shifted slightly in his sleep and she held her breath hoping that he wouldn't wake up. This couldn't be happening, there must be some other explanation for this, there is no way that she would have given her virginity to Bakugo of all people, she didn't even like him that way. In the midst of her panic, she didn't notice the blond's eyes slowly open. He rolled his head towards her and then his own eyes burst wide noticing her expression staring down at him. "Cheeks, what's wrong?" he asked with a gravelly morning voice.

Her emotions overwhelmed her, she had so much running through her mind that her body reacted for her. Tears welled up and began streaming down her face. At this sight Bakugo began to sit up but Uraraka threw the blankets over his head and scrambled over his legs to get up. She had already found her pants and had them half jerked on by the time that he had pulled the blanket from over his head. "Wait, Ochako." He said as he flung the blankets back revealing his own naked form. This made her reel even further and she scooped up her undergarments and shirt, haphazardly throwing it on just enough to cover herself before sprinting out the door. Bakugo found his underwear and jerked them on as fast as possible trying to go after her but he was too late; she had made a mad dash for the stairs and was already long gone. He caught his weight on the door frame with his hand and looked up and down the hall for her. Angrily he hit the frame with his fist before retreating to his room and slamming shut the door.

Ochako reached her own room and was extremely grateful that she didn't run into anyone on her way there, all of them most likely still sleeping off the night before. She slammed the door behind her and locked it before throwing her back against it and sliding to the floor. Letting go of her undergarments she began to sob into her knees and wrapped her arms around her legs. How could she have been so stupid to give her virginity away to a guy who didn't even care about her in a drunken one-night stand? And for what? Because it 'felt good'? Because she enjoyed the attention? Her tears dried up and she sat with her face buried for a while just breathing. She just needed a way to figure out how to move on.

Busy work became Ochako's best friend over the next few hours. She already had a couple totes in her closet to put things into, so she began to pack up her room. She would be moving in with her parents for a while longer until she saved up enough money to rent a place of her own. With what her paycheck was supposed to be, it wouldn't be long before she was in her own place. Repetitive tasks helped to numb her mind and helped her to process last nights events. Tsu had come to check in on her once but she had assured her that she was fine and just needed to rest after last nights party. This seemed to be a satisfying answer for her as she let her be.

She was in the middle of folding some clothes when there came a light knock on her door. "Tsu, I told you that I'm fine. I had a nap and took some drugs and now I'm cleaning and packing my things. You don't have to worry about me." Ochako shouted, still folding a shirt. There was a quiet pause as she set the fabric down and reached for the next garment. Just as her fingers brushed the cloth a deep voice that most certainly didn't belong to her froggy friend.

"It's me."

Her breath hitched and she was glued to the spot. Briefly she debated whether she should just tell him to go away or ignore him or to answer the door. After some debating in her mind, she let out the breath she had been holding and marched over to the door, flinging it open to see Bakugo standing there looking at his toes and holding a pink decorative box that looked to be sweets of some sort.

"What do you want." She said as fiercely as she could manage. There was no way she could show any weakness to him.

She could have sworn that her tone made him wince slightly but before she could be sure his face returned to the emotionless expression he wore before. "I... wanted to apologize… for last night." he spoke quietly and with a tenderness she had never known him to be capable of. Rough and calloused fingers pinched at the edge of the box crinkling the plastic display window. Uraraka blinked a few times in disbelief. Never in a million lifetimes did she think that she would see the day where Bakugo was sincerely apologetic about something. She would have taken a picture of this moment if she weren't on the receiving end of the apology. Her shoulders dropped and she let out a sigh before stepping aside to allow him to enter her room.

"Come on, we can at least talk about it in here." She said nodding her head towards the inside of her room. Bakugo stepped inside cautiously and sat the desserts down on her desk being careful not to intrude on her space. She shut the door behind him and then walked past him to sit down on her bed and look at him. He had shoved his hands into his pants pockets and was looking around the room at everything but her. Crossing her arms and legs she bore holes into him with her gaze willing him to look at her, say something, do anything. They both sat in silence for a few minutes neither wanting to lose the quiet battle they fought.

Finally, Bakugo opened his mouth and shut it again, hesitating with his words then speaking, "That's not how I wanted it to go..." His words trailed off into nothing.

Blood boiled under Uraraka's cheeks. "That's not how you wanted it to go?" she spat angrily. "Well, a drunken one-night stand with you is not how I pictured losing my virginity either!" This time it was obvious that her words cut into him and he winced.

"That was your first time?" he asked sheepishly. His eyes rose to look up at her through his lashes.

"Yes you dolt, why does it matter?" she slapped her hands against the bed as she spoke.

His hand rose out of his pocket to rub the back of his neck in almost a nervous fashion. "I just figured with how close you and the damn nerd are that you two had ended up at least fucking if not more."

She could feel her face burn bright with anger. "No! Deku and I have always just been friends. And even if we had it still doesn't make this situation any better!" she bit down on her own tongue. Fighting with him wasn't going to fix the problem or reverse last nights events. A cross between a hiss and a sigh escaped her mouth as she tried to swallow her anger. "Look." She said softer than before. "It happened. We were both drunk, we don't even like each other, lets just forget it and move on."

His eyebrows furrowed and his posture changed from loose to ridged. "Yeah," He said, his expression growing dark. He turned around and opened the door to her room, glancing over his shoulder at her on the way out "Forget it." The door shut with a firm pull behind him. Uraraka sat on her bed in complete bewilderment. What had gotten into him? One moment he was uncharacteristically soft and then he did a 180 back to his usual pissed off at the world self. Unbeknownst to her as he walked down the hallway a tear streamed down his cheek and dripped onto his shirt.