A/N: This story needs more Midoriya because I love him a lot.

I want to decrease the angst, but at the same time, Bakugou and Uraraka need more character development that will probably result in them butting heads.

Thank you readers. I should be more grateful. I just get a little paranoid that I'm doing something wrong.

Bite Me

"Oi!" Bakugou shouted from outside Uraraka's door as he pounded his knuckles against the wood. "Oi!" He had been doing this for a solid minute, and he swore that in a few more moments, he would burst down the door.

Kirishima who gently guided him to the poor girl's door regretted doing so. Sweat slid down his temple as he sighed, "Dude, she's probably getting dressed or something. Maybe you should give her a minute." While catching Bakugou and Uraraka at the arcade impressed him, he had second thoughts on whether or not Bakugou should continue to hang out with her.

"I don't have time to wait until she decides to do with her life. I gotta go eat, and this is about our project. If she doesn't come out in the next five seconds, I'm going to BUST DOWN THIS DAMN DOOR!" the explosive young man threatened. He had just finished his shower, so theoretically, he could have gone to finish getting dressed. After all, he only had on green shorts and a white undershirt. The fact that his partner had the audacity to ignore his knocking disturbed him.

When a pink pajama-clad Uraraka emerged with a cell phone that she held close to her ears with two hands, she had a small smile pop onto her face when she looked up at Bakugou.

Kirishima lifted an eyebrow. Did she enjoy their turbulent interaction? No, she must have had such a light-hearted expression because of the person she talked to on the phone. He wouldn't take her for a masochist.

Bakugou barked, "Are you makin' fun of me?"

To the person on the phone, she whispered, "Hold on, Papa, my study buddy's here."

"What the fuck did you just call me?" Bakugou growled as he tightened both of his fists. So that he could continue the ruse that what he had to say was urgent, he continued, "We're going to spend two hours at Kotone's tomorrow. Got that?"

The girl that defied gravity accepted Bakugou's request and nodded, "Yeah, okay. That's fine. We have that test on Friday. I think she'll understand."

"And another thing," added Bakugou as he leaned down to snatch her phone from her grasp. He held the cell phone as he twisted his body so that it was at the highest point possible while pressed against his ear so that she couldn't reach it. "Hey, this is Bakugou Katsuki. Just so you don't get the wrong idea, I'm going to marry your daughter at all costs - no matter what. From now on, I'll be the one to take care of her." Despite his need to cover his face as he spoke, he could finally manage to say the word marriage as long as he averted his eyes from Uraraka's round face.

Even if he couldn't immediately afford to take care of her, he'd find a way to find the money somehow. With that, he tossed the phone to Uraraka. He had no way of making his point more clear to her - he would not let her out of his grasp.

When Uraraka finally caught it after jumping and squirming beneath him, she staggered back into her doorway and narrowed her eyes up at Bakugou. "I can't believe you!" she whined before resuming her phone call. "P-Papa, that's not true. He's just joking around."

"I'm not fucking around!" Bakugou snarled as he flashed his teeth. For that short conversation, he kept his language as neutral as possible, too. Neutral as in not extremely disrespectful.

Damage control! Uraraka's conversation had spiraled out of control until she physically became dizzy. With a straight face, she assured, "No, he's not my boyfriend. He's my study buddy."

Kirishima could hardly handle the intensity of these two. "Dude," he muttered as he covered his face. If Bakugou wanted to marry this girl one day, even the inexperienced Kirishima knew that this tactic wasn't the way to do it.

Bakugou ranted at the audacity of such a title. He complained, "A study buddy? Are you kidding me?" Before he glared back down in her direction, he would have corrected her, but her direct stare halted his declaration as her deep, brown eyes made contact with him.

"Yes, don't worry. I'm safe - I can handle myself," sighed Uraraka on the phone as she closed the door in Bakugou's face. "Violent? No, he's alright. He's my friend, and he's protective of me." She paused before she mentioned his protective nature, for she had no better explanation for his behaviors. In a way, he had been protective of her in the past - or else, why would he want to escort her home or kill that pervert on the train? Of course, she couldn't mention those incriminating moments to her father.

Like clockwork, Bakugou began pounding on her door again.

Uraraka nervously laughed, "I'll call you back later, Papa. I promise to be safe. Don't worry." When she ended the phone call and opened the door, she reminded herself to let Bakugou know whatever came to her mind. Jerking the door open, she planted her feet firmly to the ground to compete in Bakugou's glaring contest as he huffed and puffed like the wolf that he was. "What do you want? Why did you have to embarrass me like that? My dad's gonna be super worried now!"

Crossing his arms, Bakugou thought he matched her resilience, "I just told him the truth."

"What truth? That's not the truth! I'm not going to marry you."

Her lack of acceptance had zero relevance, but when she uttered the word "marry," he had to turn away. "Don't shit around here all day like an idiot. Go eat breakfast."

"Yeah, I'm about to go with Deku now. I just gotta get dressed for school first. Thank you for caring about me," she muttered before shutting the door in his face. While she did not intend to provoke him by mentioning Midoriya, she certainly had a slightly haughty tone in her gratitude for his concern.

Bakugou's eyebrow twitched as he turned around and yelled, "Fucker! I don't give a shit about you! I don't want to be lumped in with idiots who skip meals."

Maybe Kirishima should have left earlier. This awkward scene between them was too difficult for him to witness. By association, he became embarrassed by Bakugou's awkward attempt at whatever kind of confrontation he just had with Uraraka's father. He began to lose faith that Bakugou liked her at all.

Upon recalling the expressions on Uraraka's face, he supposed that she could properly handle him, so he had no reason to worry.

On the other hand, Bakugou panted as he finally willed himself away from Uraraka's door. She mentioned Midoriya, and he only thought of his old, childhood friend for a split second upon the realization that Uraraka seemed specifically fond of him. A vein in his forehead twitched as he nearly connected the dots to deduce her crush on Midoriya.

"Are you okay, man? Let's go get something to eat."

Kirishima snapped him from his contemplation.

"Yeah. Yeah, alright."

Casual. And fun. Even when Bakugou argued with Uraraka, he anticipated more moments of her company - not in the romantic sense like some of the couples he noticed around the world as of late. He would rather die before he allowed another person to cling to him. Sure enough, he had quite the troubling Monday.

"Kirishima said you disappeared yesterday. Where did you go?" Hanta asked with his signature grin. They also invited him to the arcade. While Kirishima had eerily failed to question Bakugou's disappearance, both Hanta and Kaminari couldn't abate their curiosity.

Bakugou said nothing at his desk that morning. He continued reviewing his notes from the past week and avoided eye contact with whoever asked him about his whereabouts over the weekend. When Hanta repeated the question, Bakugou glared up at them and replied, "I didn't feel like being around you guys." This response had to be an obvious lie, for he was one of the few people willing to traverse the city for his favorite arcade.

Out of nowhere, his round-faced partner appeared in front of his acquaintances, and out of turn, she answered, "Where did Bakugou go? We went to a restaurant. I didn't know he was supposed to be hanging out with you. Were you guys at the arcade, too?"

Kaminari, the busy body, stifled a chuckle as his eyes watered. "You were hanging out with Uraraka, huh?"

Gritting his teeth and lowering his brow, Bakugou glowered and intended to pierce Uraraka with a furious, red glare.

Kirishima chimed in from the comfort of his desk. Matter-of-factly, he added, "Yeah, I knew about it. They had to work on some project stuff." He knew that would only be a temporary band-aid, but there was a chance that Bakugou was serious about Uraraka. He had to do something to help.

The anti-gravity girl shook her head. "No, it wasn't stuff for the project. We just bumped into each other and spent the day together," Uraraka corrected him with a smile as she stepped closer to Bakugou's desk. She failed to understand the message encoded into his glare, and she knew that his reasoning could be anything that happened. He probably didn't like the fact that people interrogated him that early in the morning. The least she could do was explain some discrepancies. "We had a lot of fun, too."

An uproar of laughter came from someone behind him.

"Shut your damn mouth, round-face," threatened Bakugou as he gripped the edge of his desk with sweaty hands.

Still laughing and spectating the scene, Kaminari chuckled, "Having fun, huh? Sounds like a fateful encounter."

"You shut the fuck up before I blow your fucking head off," Bakugou shouted. Every damn day with this bull shit. He grabbed his head and ruffled his already messy hair as he rued announcing his plans to the world. For some reason, his paranoia sky rocketed as he figured everyone hung on every word he said. Around the classroom, quieter classmates probably listened in on their conversation. His heart raced, and when he glanced up to glare at Uraraka until she somehow remedied the situation, but she left.

Midoriya had entered the room, so nothing else mattered to the anti-gravity girl.

"See? You drove her away."

That didn't matter if Uraraka fled for a time, for he would eventually drag her back to him. She seemed to respect him enough to hold a proper conversation, and at that time, that's all he could admit that he wanted out of their interactions. As his stare traced her every move, he complained, "Like I give a shit. That girl can do what she wants with who she wants."

That day he decided not to share his intentions with anyone else. Whenever he mentioned or even thought of marriage, his heart sank into uncertainty, and that weighted sensation could only hold him away from his goals. Much like his reasoning for expelling the word from his vocabulary, he wanted to avoid the public exposure of his vulnerability.

No, he had yet to find the words to articulate such a mortifying Achille's heel. In his mind and words, he rationalized his fear as a proper precaution to prevent others from misinterpreting his goals for offspring. He certainly didn't want for others to see him as insufferably maudlin.

Surely, he had been protective of his reputation in the past, but this kind of guarded pride differed in that he felt a limitless void of a risk.

Kirishima saw a lot over those past few days, and he already knew that Bakugou's fixation with Uraraka must have grown into a full-on crush. If everyone kept pushing him too much, then he would do something drastic and ruin his chances with her.

Uraraka would have had a quaint and peaceful lunch with her friends. Being near Midoriya was always enough to energize her for the days like that day when she didn't have any food to eat. Conveniently, she told them that she had a hearty breakfast which she also skipped.

Until she could figure a proper way to deal with her love for him, those lovely afternoons with their friend, Iida, would be all that happened. She solemnly smiled in their direction as the comfort of their company warmed her.

She deeply regretted not telling Midoriya and Iida about her weekend excursion with Bakugou. She couldn't figure out why. After all, she only met him for video games and food. Family members did that with each other, so doing that with an acquaintance should not have had any shame attached to it. By the time Iida asked her where she had disappeared to the day before, she hesitated to answer.

"Oh, I just went to the arcade with Bakugou," she raised a finger as if she suddenly remembered her whereabouts.

Iida and Midoriya both raised their eyebrows, but her quick friend was first one to interject, "Just Bakugou? Why?"

Her heart thumped. Uraraka knew there would be cautious curiosity. She explained, "You know, I just didn't feel like hanging out with anyone, really. Then, I ran into him by coincidence. We went to the arcade and to some restaurant."

Unbeknownst to her, the excuse she gave her friends minimally differed from Bakugou's.

Straightening her collar, she further concealed the star necklace that she had won alongside Bakugou. She also hid the fact that she literally staked out in the facility before he arrived. Eagerly, her ears perked to await her crush's response.

Midoriya smiled, "Did you have fun? That's pretty cool that you two got to hang out outside of class."

"Y-Yeah," nodded Uraraka. While she could ease her fear that she may have hurt Midoriya, she wished to know more about his opinion and sentiments. At least, he wasn't jealous.

Without hesitation, Iida voiced his concern as he pensively frowned. "Just be careful, Uraraka. If you get too close to him, then he might take advantage of your kindness. Don't forget that he had that vicious outburst in front of everyone a few weeks ago, and I have many reasons to believe that he's a danger to you as his target," he sternly warned her.

Before she could respond, Midoriya interjected, "I'm glad you guys are friends now. From what I remember, he's amazing at video games. Also, I don't think Kacchan would hurt someone like you."

"He already did," reminded Iida. He referred to the Sports Festival.

Midoriya remembered that nail biting spectacle that had him on the edge of his seat. He chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head, "Oh, right, but that was during a tournament. He did that out of respect."

Without a verbal response, Iida merely sighed.

Not only did Uraraka feel like she betrayed her crush, but she worried that she took an old friend of his that he still admired. "Maybe you two can be friends one day, too. I think you're way cooler than him anyway, so he'd be the lucky one. You're kinder than him and stronger than him and just an all around better person to hang out with - I'm sorry I didn't invite you," she apologized with a heavy blush at the tip of her cheeks.

Pausing to think, Midoriya chose his words carefully when he stuttered, "T-Thank you. You don't have to apologize. We probably wouldn't have gotten along anyway." He appreciated the adulation coming from such a cute girl, and while he could acknowledge his personal growth, he still felt inferior to Bakugou. The guarded Midoriya could only interpret his friend's applause as platonic respect at most, for he had a difficult time believing that such an attractive, wonderful girl would have any romantic interest in him. Despite her praise, a slight tinge of pain had shot through his racing heart when he heard that they casually met alone.

Guilt sank in as he hoped that she didn't pick up on that slight notion of disappointment in his gut.

Fortunately, she only saw an unyielding plaintive smile as he stared at the ground. To mask her true feelings, she wanted to dial back her compliments. After all, those sentiments impeded their goals as future heroes. "I'd never marry someone like him or even fall for him," she promised as her heart jumped. Oh no, hopefully, Midoriya didn't see that as an implication that she saw him as a future husband.

Husband? Midoriya as her husband? Why did she think of that?

"I've heard rumors that Bakugou just likes you because Midoriya hangs out with you a lot. You know how he is with him," Iida explained as he straightened his glasses.

"Wah? Bakugou doesn't like me. We're hardly friends," she immediately denied the slander as her fluster straightened into a distraught grimace. "Who said that?"

Iida smiled, "Yeah, I was aware. I heard it in the hallways." He half-way lied, for he had speculated that Bakugou had some attachment to his floaty friend.

Midoriya had his opinions on the matter, and he also believed that Bakugou had developed a peculiar and unique attraction to Uraraka. He never acted as he had with anyone throughout their lives. "He might not like her in that way, but he definitely respects you, Uraraka," he assured her.

However, she bit her lip and delved deeper into her thoughts as she reviewed their interaction a little earlier that day in class. If people talked about them in the hallways, then he would have been especially callous and under pressure. Her eyes further opened as she gasped. "I have to go," she excused herself. "I'll see you in the next period, 'kay?" She had to fix the conflict before Bakugou pushed her away again.

Knowing him, he probably resented such accusations as a threat to his strength.

Although Midoriya jumped at the urgent concern in her voice, he stayed still and watched her gather her belongings and dash away as he weakly raised his hand to wave.

After departing from her friends at lunch, she did not find Bakugou until class resumed. Before she reached his desk, the bell rang, and a teacher promptly entered. He didn't even look up at her when she passed by and grazed her knuckles along the edge of the desk like he hated.

He must have dashed out of the room when class ended as well, for she had to force herself through troves of people just to get a glimpse of his backside. On Mondays, he usually went to the gym earlier. So then, when she darted down to that facility and changed out of her school uniform, she nearly collapsed when she met him there. Out of breath, she reminded herself to keep a distance and allow him to sniff her hand like the wild animal that he was.

"You sure have a knack for stalking me, round face," Bakugou sneered from his treadmill. He noticed her shirt on backward and inside-out.

"I thought you were gonna run away from me again," she panted as she took a seat on a weight machine.

Once he saw her set up her machine, he knew that he wouldn't be able to get away from her that easily. "I never run away," Bakugou lied, for he had tried to avoid her for most of that day and last week for a separate reason. "Now, fuck off."

Beginning her work out, she continued as if they had an amicable atmosphere amongst them. Denying the glare in his crimson eyes, she explained, "I know why you were super strange this morning now. Don't worry - I know you don't like me. You just wanna marry me for my quirk. So, I won't get the wrong idea, alright?" She gulped as she strained herself to talk and work out. For some reason, she had to push herself more than usual. "Do I get in your way?"

Sometimes, she saw herself as a burden for Midoriya on the off moments that she allowed her infatuation to distract her from combat. A lot of her most contemplative moments revolved around him. Her turmoil centered on whether or not she had the right to hang out with someone else.

Keeping an eye on her reflection, Bakugou noticed her crooked hips and curved back - attributes unfit for such an exercise. Two noticeably dark semi circles bordered the bottom of her heavy eyelids. He snorted, "Ha, nothing gets in my way - especially not you." Truthfully, he had an impromptu early morning workout for the hell of it that morning where he surpassed every goal he put on himself.

"When I think about Deku, I feel happy and proud and invincible. He's someone I wanna be like, and I wanna be close to him, too. But then, he's all I think about. I don't want to get in the way of his dream, and I don't want my feelings to mislead me," she explained as she pulled the pulley and lifted the weights behind her.

Agitated at the fact that she would ever allow a dolt like Midoriya to get in the way of her aspirations, he stopped his treadmill and stomped over to her. Stress reddened his eyes when he pushed her cheeks together and growled, "Will you shut up about Deku? Look at yourself - look at what you're doing right now. Your posture looks like shit, and so do you. If you don't shut up and straighten yourself out, I'm gonna blow your head off."

Why did she let her guard down? Bakugou wondered as he seethed.

Uraraka said the one thing that knocked him off of his ego. "You're not gonna hurt me," she replied with dry eyes free of fear or emotion.

With a pause, he continued his rant, "Give me a break. Do what you want, and stop thinking about him. I thought you were better than this schoolyard crush bullshit, but you're drooling over him and fucking yourself over in the process."

A jolt of electricity pulsed through his body when Bakugou looked down into her endlessly brown and tearful eyes. Lowering his hands to her shoulders and the other down her back to her waist, he pulled her up to his chest. His nose, centimeters from her milk chocolate hair, inhaled her sweet scent as his heart pulsated as his face neared the succulent nape of her neck.

Bakugou obeyed his instinctual desire and brushed the tip of his nose down her soft, round cheek. His tongue slid out to graze her collarbone. Hungry, his teeth gradually followed and brushed the luscious surface of her wan flesh. Slowly, he pinched his teeth around her skin which failed to fully satisfy his voracity.

Uraraka could only hear her heart as her tears halted and dried beneath his thick, hot breath. The same current of electricity flowed through her as well. Her breaths took a tune of their own as she stared him down. How could such lurid behavior tenderly comfort her?

"Dammit, Uraraka," he groaned each syllable of her name or perhaps, he pleaded from his conscience for her presence to have mercy his primal passion. Begrudgingly, as his nose met hers once more, his hand gripped her waist and pulled her closer.

She hadn't had a single coherent thought pass through her mind since he pulled her towards him. The anti-gravity girl realized that the heat on her cheeks came from more than just his breath. As she parted her lips, she expected words to come out, but she stayed silent as Bakugou neared her face. Their eyes never left each other. Somehow, they remained entirely cognizant of each other - and only each other.

"Sorry. Did I - um, I can go. Sorry," apologized Midoriya after he walked through the door.

How long had he been standing there? Neither of them had noticed him enter the otherwise empty room.

Bakugou exclaimed, "Hah?" Despite the outburst, he unconsciously held Uraraka in the same position. Just then, she pushed him into the air with the tip of her fingers and freed herself to run out of the room. Grabbing onto whatever he could, he held part of the weight machine. "Fuck!" he cursed. That obnoxious girl used her quirk on him again. He hated that he let her get the best of him in more ways than one.

"Are you okay, Kacchan?" asked Midoriya as he would have helped him back down to the ground.

"What the fuck are you looking at me for? Go get her you idiot!" ordered Bakugou.

Midoriya hesitated before he ran out the door.

As Bakugou floated grabbed a stationary weight and attempted to pull him towards the ground, he listed out as many unbiased differences between him and Midoriya as he could. Then, he cursed to himself as he wondered why he lost control of himself.

As if amnesia stole his memories, he could not recall his intentions. Certainly, he could not fathom what he would have done if Midoriya never interrupted the scene. Nonetheless, lingering warmth called attention to his arms as he thought aloud, "She better not run away again." Even if Midoriya managed to steal her away, Bakugou would go to the ends of hell to drag her back to him.

Like a harsh reminder, gravity forced him back to the ground. She must have gotten away far enough.

On the way out of the gym and back to her dormitory, Uraraka wanted to puke, and if she saw her reflection embracing Bakugou one more time, then she would have. As much as she could ascertain from the recollection of the mirror's perspective, her fatigue claimed her memory.

Midoriya! He witnessed her thoughtless incident. Midoriya was the only person from that scene that mattered to her. What did he think? Hopefully, he didn't misconstrue the situation as far as to assume that she enjoyed what happened.

As Uraraka passed through the commons, Jirou casually approached her along with Ashido and Yaoyorozu. Unfortunately, they seemed to want to talk to her. The dizzy and despondent anti-gravity girl could hardly stand up straight.

"Hey, are you alright?" commented Jirou.

Ashido offered, "We were headed to the cafeteria. Do you want to come, too?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," answered Uraraka as she barely kept up with the polite concern. "I jogged on the way here. That's why I'm out of breath."

No one asked about her breath specifically, but now that they realized it, she seemed ill.

"Do you need to go to the infirmary?" Yaoyorozu asked as she reached out to touch her clammy shoulder.

Already sludging in the direction of her room, Uraraka shook her head. "Nah, I'm just really tired. Thanks." When she reached her bed, she plopped down and pushed her head into her pillow. A headache set in as her heart rate surged. She could still feel the sensation of Bakugou's tongue against her shoulder. Finally, tears built up in the corners of her eyes. "Deku will never be with me now," she lamented as she covered her reddened face.

Maybe the action itself would have been forgivable, but Uraraka knew that she yielded to the sinful excitement that beckoned her to yearn for more. When she had spotted herself in her reflection, she saw a girl without a trace of fear. Throughout her somnolence, she could not deny the insufferable intrigue that crescendoed in their moment together.

Rubbing that spot that he nearly marked, she loathed Bakugou for pouncing at her in a time of weakness. He probably did it to spite Midoriya. She'd be damned if she ever let him get that close again. They would have to have a long talk if he ever wanted to be friends with her again.

That's how she vowed to remember the occurrence upon awakening. Therefore, she had nothing to be ashamed of, or else, how could she resume their friendship?

Suddenly, she recalled planning to see Kotone tomorrow, but that would require seeing Bakugou. So then, she decided to text her student with trembling hands, "I'll have to push back our tutoring a little bit further. I hope that's okay. Don't worry, I'll tell Bakugou. We'll have tons of fun when we finally see each other."

Then, when she pressed send, she slowly descended into her slumber.

A/N: I desperately want to pass the Bechdel test, so I want to include more of the girls. They're great. I guess I just don't know them that well.

Poor Uraraka. All he did was bite her, but he should have asked first. They're definitely moving too fast.

Disclaimer: Always get clear, verbal consent to bite people, kids, or just don't.