Note: Completely on a whim, one of my best friends, Meritt, and I decided we'd participate in Kaccako week this year.

I didn't expect to fall for this ship, but I did. Hard.

Title is a play off of Ground Zero+Uravity.

"Bakugo!"

Ochako fell into step beside him. The rest of her class filed out behind them, a few of them giving her incredulous looks as they passed by.

She understood.

Speaking to the beast of class 1-A voluntarily was practically unheard of.

Unless you were one of Bakugo's select group of friends.

Or Deku.

She ignored them all.

Bakugo didn't stop, didn't so much as look at her in acknowledgement. There was no, "The fuck you think you're doing?"

Kirishima skirted around them both with a, "Catch you later, man!"

Bakugo's lips quirked downward, the first sign of a response that she'd seen from him.

"What do you want?"

There. She had his attention. Now came time for the delicate task of making sure he didn't think she was coming at him out of pity.

Because that would be the dealbreaker.

Especially after Kamino.

Ochako might not have been there, but it had been impossible to avoid it with all the media coverage.

It had been awful, and no one, not even Bakugo, could be fine after something like that.

"I want you to spar with me."

He stopped dead in his tracks.

He didn't explode.

That was a very good sign.

Ochako barely contained the skip in her step.

Getting his attention was the easy part. Keeping it would be a level up.

Convincing him that this was worth his time would be even harder.

"What?"

"Fight me," Ochako repeated. "I learned some new moves. I want to see what you think."

His lips twisted into a sneer. "Why should I?"

"I…" Ochako faltered for a moment. She knew it was what he expected. He didn't think she would have a good reason.

Before she knew exactly what she was thinking, she smirked with a cocky head tilt, hand on her hip.

"What? You think you can't handle me?"
Shoot. Had she seriously just…? Had she just said that to Bakugo Katsuki?

Then she saw his face. Eyebrows raised in the closest to surprised that she had ever seen from him.

She fought back a triumphant grin.

They all knew Bakugo was competitive. Explosively so.

She had just tapped into the one thing that was practically guaranteed to make him cooperate.

"What?" His fists were balled down at his sides.

Ochako almost faltered for a second time, wondering if she had taken it too far.

This soon after Kamino- maybe she shouldn't have implied that.

"You think I can't take you?" he asked, stepping closer.

Close enough that Ochako had to lift her chin to continue making eye contact.

Because the best way to earn his respect was holding your ground, Ochako did just that.

She crossed her arms. "Well, unless you show me that you can…" She left the statement hanging.

Bakugo tsked. "As if."

But he didn't walk away and that was what counted.

Instead, he looked at her with narrowed eyes, as though he couldn't quite believe that she was challenging him. "The gym," he said, with no preamble. "If you're serious, meet me there."

Ochako nodded, almost too frantically. "Yes!" she gasped out. "I mean… yes. Yes, that sounds good." She flashed him a double thumbs up and grinned. "I'll be there!"

He stared at her, like he might seriously be regretting agreeing to this.

Ochako stared back, almost bouncing from one foot to the other.

"Weirdo," he snorted, shouldering his bag and turning away from her. "Don't forget."

"Oh, I won't!" Ochako called after him.

She was pretty sure she heard another grumbled, "Weirdo."

"Um, hello?" Ochako was well aware of how… uncertain she sounded upon entering the gym. Letting her bag slip off her shoulder and hit the ground, she stepped forward and scanned the gym just in time to catch a blur of blond hair and raised fists barrelling towards her with a cry of rage.

Ochako shrieked before she could help it, instinctively bringing all ten of her fingers together. She leaped into the air, bringing her knees to her chest, but not before Bakugo reacted.

He grabbed for her. His open palm made contact with her ankle and then she was tumbling through the air in an out of control spin.

She managed, just barely, to keep her head in spite of the nausea and brace herself for impact.

"What the hell?" Bakugo shouted below her. "This is sparring, not a game of catch!"

"I know!" Ochako snapped back. Her heart was pounding, body flush with heat. She hit the wall feet-first and pushed off, rocketing back towards him with her own cry.

"Release!" She tapped all ten fingers together, with the intent to drop on his head.

Bakugo side-stepped and she hit the ground hard.

Wheezing, she pushed herself to her knees.

"Is that all you got?" Bakugo sneered, approaching at a leisurely pace.

Ochako ground her teeth. "No!" She spun, lunging for him.

Please, please, please.

She sent a fist flying at him and it was fast and tight and she did everything right, but this was Bakugo, and he dodged, and all she felt was a rush of air. She gritted her teeth harder.

"Going to have to try harder than that," he taunted her.

She answered with her fists, light on her feet as she sent one open-handed blow after another at him from as many different angles as she could. She kept her balance as he deflected the first and the second and the third and then she made contact.

She almost grinned at the face he made.

Almost.

Putting her all into it, she flung him across the room with a yell.

Bakugo hit the wall across from her with a yell of his own.

"Release." Ochako tapped her fingers together and he crashed to the ground.

He rose to one knee, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

With shock, Ochako realized that there was blood. Not a lot of it. Just a small trickle. He must have bitten his tongue on impact. But still… she hadn't meant to make him bleed.

"So," he said, taking a look at the blood on his hand. When he looked back up at her, it was with a feral grin, "you really do have what it takes. Uraraka."