A/N: OC alert. I made friends on the Kacchako server. It's a lot of fun. You should join if that's your thing. They helped me develop the kacchako kid that may or may not be mentioned in this chapter.

Sunshine Faces

One morning, Uraraka woke up with a heavy sensation on her forehead. She couldn't remember how she got there or anything from the night before. All she remembered was - she couldn't remember anyone. Someone must have brought here there, however.

The clinic? She knew that she had not voluntarily walked there.

"I came to see you, Uraraka," he greeted - her prince and possible savior, Midoriya. Surely he had brought here there. With a small smile, he took a seat next to her bed and rubbed the back of his green mop of a head.

Wiping the side of her face to check for any drool or misplaced hairs, she knew that even if she found something out of place, she had no more time to fix it. Clearing her throat, she replied, "Mornin' Deku."

He had heard that she somehow ended up in the clinic, but he had no idea why. One of his classmates said they saw here there after visiting for a stomach ache. "Are you okay?" he asked with the sincerest bit of concern in his voice. The fact that he could have missed enough information in his friend's life bothered him.

Her face dropped into a frown. So then, maybe Midoriya did not bring here there. "I dunno," she answered with a shrug. "I just remember going to the bathroom and ending up here."

Silence. They had more important matters to discuss.

As more memories settled in, she remembered what she needed to address with him. Pulling a strand of her hair back, she whispered, "What you saw the other day - it was a misunderstanding. I don't know what happened, but it probably looked bad."

Midoriya jumped once he recalled the incident. Of all the reactions to have, he decided to smile in an attempt to assuage her fears. "Yeah, I didn't think anything of it," he lied as he scratched his temple. He thought about the situation several times since. After all, over thinking situations happened to be his specialty.

Although she had her doubt, Uraraka decided to feel relieved until she couldn't deny the suspicion that he thought of it. After all, over thinking situations happened to be his specialty. What kind of friend would she be if she didn't have his trust? Frowning, a weight of guilt sank to her chest, and she smiled despite it all. Was there anything she could say when she hadn't had time or stamina to process the event?

Then, a scent of some kind of chicken dish caught her nose. She immediately looked to her left and gawked and nearly drooled at the wonderful display of chicken and brown, fried rice and tons of colorful vegetables all in a bright, blue bowl. It sat there. It teased her. She wanted it to herself. Hopefully, she could refrain from drooling in front of her crush.

Recalling the scene, Midoriya spoke without thinking. He explained, "Kacchan has a lot of sides to him, doesn't he?" After all the years they've known each other, he had never seen Bakugou look as weak as he did. The redness of his face, the dilation of his eyes, the sweat that coated every inch of his exposed skin - it was all new to him. The mood was completely illegible to his innocence. Given the circumstances, Midoriya felt like he walked in on something too advanced and mature for him to comprehend.

Snapping away from her lust of food, she straightened her back to glance at Midoriya's plaintive smile. "Ah, yeah," she answered. Bakugou penetrated her thoughts once again.

"Even though we're not friends anymore," he added, "I still feel like I know him." And, given that fact, he knew that he saw Bakugou's infatuation before he realized any feelings he may have had for Uraraka. He saw the agony on his face when he looked at that green stuffed rabbit, and he remembered the gleeful pride in his eyes when he found out she was his partner. By the time Midoriya figured that he himself may have developed a crush on Uravity, he felt it would be unjust to act on such sentiments.

Bakugou had her first.

Uraraka shifted on the bed as she could hardly avert her attention from the delectable meat dish that beckoned her from the table. Shaking her head, she explained, "Well, he might be good deep, deep down, but he's still mean to you." The anti-gravity girl held up her hands before waving a single finger towards her friend like Iida would do. "You don't have to be friends with people who are mean to you."

Nodding, Midoriya sighed with the notion that she could see the good in his childhood friend. Well, with that being said, maybe they could go to breakfast.

"He keeps people at a distance," she continued as she gripped the sheets of her bed and frowned. When did she get that IV in her arm? "Even people like him get lonely and hurt though, right?" What a troubling person - that Bakugou. How could people help someone like him?

Upon witnessing the genuine, gentle smile on Uraraka's face, Midoriya gulped. That kind of honesty didn't come easily to most, so he needed to bury his inhibitions and respect her with the truth about what he saw and how he felt. Telling the truth wouldn't be that bad. After all, knowing that she could enjoy Bakugou as readily as she did failed to inflict pain on him. He wanted the people he cared about to be happy. "Actually, Uraraka, I need to tell you something," he began.

Suddenly, the sheer, white curtains to their right drew and bunched up to reveal Bakugou Katsuki standing straight and tall and pissed as ever. Animosity tightened his darkened brow as he leered down at his two classmates. "What are you losers talking about?"

Chills shot up both of their spines before they turned to greet him with their terror-filled eyes. "Bakugou!"

"Ochako," Bakugou uttered for the first time ever, for he had been by her dorm the night before. "What the fuck are you doing awake?"

"Ochako?" Midoriya and Uraraka both repeated. Immediately following their exclamation, Midoriya covered his mouth and blushed. He didn't intend on saying her first name as well.

Poor Uraraka covered her face and tightened her knees to her chest. A headache shot into her head. Of all times, why did he have to start calling her by her first name in front of Midoriya?

Amidst Midoriya's empty apologies, Bakugou growled, "If you're going to be stupid enough to end up in the clinic, then maybe I should just marry someone else."

Marriage? Much time had passed since he mentioned that goal.

Right, the green haired hero understood - Bakugou wanted to mark his territory. If Midoriya got too close to the object of his rival's affection, then Bakugou would feel threatened. Deku grinned, "I think I'll go get some breakfast. I'll see you in class, right?" He grabbed his bag and stood without making eye contact with anyone.

"No, she's not fucking going to class!" barked Bakugou. "Get the fuck out of here."

"We're not getting married!" she protested to her crush's back. He only replied with a weak wave and a soft chuckle. "You know how he is, Deku." Uraraka frowned and pouted. Her heart ached as her stomach grumbled.

Bakugou scowled at the untouched food near her bed. Then he glared at her. He intended for her to wake up and eat and thank him!

If her arms had been free, she would have ran after her friend, but she let out another groan and leaned back onto the bed. "I didn't even get a chance to thank him," she lamented. After all, Midoriya went through the trouble of carrying her to the clinic. How could she opt to spend time with Bakugou over him? Her eyes stayed fixated on the door.

Running his fingers down his face, Bakugou muttered, "Shit." He connected the dots relatively quickly - she must have thought that idiot did all this for her. This was the perfect opportunity for her to come crawling to him with adulation and thanks. Unfortunately, he fell asleep on the bed next to hers. "He's not the one. I am."

Disregarding the gibberish, Uraraka glared back at her assailant. "What are you even doing here?" complained the girl as she crossed her arms. "You never cared about my name before, and I thought you dropped your stupid marriage idea."

Spicy feist in her sweet voice. That was annoying for that time and place.

Snatching the bowl from the table, Bakugou may have been able to anonymously save her, but in the face of her arrogance, he took a spoonful of food and shoved it into her mouth as he explained, "How stupid are you? I'm the one that cooked this stupid food for you. I'm the one that brought you here. Stop looking at that idiot! Look at me! Beg for forgiveness for being such a pain in the ass and skipping meals."

He stopped when she coughed.

"You?" asked Uraraka after she cleared her throat.

"I told you before, you're mine," he declared as he put a foot on the bed and continued force feeding food to her. "That hasn't changed. Stop whining over him like a pathetic dog. He doesn't matter." Stopping, he nearly dropped the spoon when he finally remembered aloud, "You like him, don't you?"

Quickly, she chewed her food as she shook her head. "No!" she protested. "What are you talking about? He's my friend." Uraraka lied. She had to lie. Bakugou couldn't know something like that. "We're just friends."

Bakugou understood that he had to beat Midoriya in this realm of their lives as well. He couldn't allow him to take everything from him. Shoving the bowl into her hands, he meandered back to the other bed with his hands in his pockets.

She shamelessly continued to eat and savored every bite as she had when he forced the food into her mouth. The silence failed to concern her. Although, she wondered, why hadn't he gotten angrier? She knew that she had a difficult time lying about her feelings for Midoriya. Even someone as self-absorbed as Bakugou could probably see through her. So then, why did he stop talking?

Oh, well. She wanted to focus on finishing the food, and if Bakugou had have seen the pure bliss that filled her cheeks and pulled a smile onto her lips, then maybe he would have felt a fraction of the angst that he did. However, he faced her back from the bed behind her and would never know how much she fancied his cooking that day.

"What does he have?" asked Bakugou after several minutes of silence had passed.

In fact, Uraraka had forgotten that he sat behind her. Without a second thought, she answered with her mouth full of food, "He's kind for one."

"I wasn't fucking asking you!"

"You just did," she argued and coughed again.

"Slow down when you fucking eat."

"You were just shoving this down my throat, and you're tellin' me to slow down?"

Did she like it? He wanted to ask, but as long as he lived, he never would ask if she enjoyed that blue bowl of oyakadon. "I'm going to class," he muttered, for he didn't care if she heard. "I'm going to see Kotone later. Recovery girl said you have to rest today, so I better not see you again."

"Did she really say that?"

"I'm not a fucking liar!"

The less prideful Uraraka wiped her mouth as she watched Bakugou collect his assets. Maybe if she thought hard enough, she could remember running into him last night, and so, she finally did. That place he put his mouth on her collarbone still radiated heat like some kind of infection.

Was it infected?

Putting that incident aside, she assumed he must have been there all night, and he must have made the food, too. Everything came pouring back into her memory. Even though she acknowledged Bakugou's depth, she wrote him off as a person incapable of affection or intimacy, but maybe, that's a side she denied wanting to see.

Before she could say anything, Bakugou spread his legs and stood firm and tall as he ranted, "What kind of person doesn't eat? Are you serious about becoming a hero or what? I thought you had perseverance and determination and power, but when you passed out yesterday, you did that because of your neglect. And, in the gym, you ran away with your tail between your legs like a coward and drooled in that nerd's arms the second you saw him like a shriveling fangirl. You've had a lot of sides come out, round face, in these last couple of days, but none of them have been the type of person I respect. Don't be a hero if this is the type of person you are."

Don't become a hero?

Uraraka had to say something, for, in that moment, she faced someone who respected her potential. "You're right," she said with a smile, "Bakugou. Thank you. I'll do better. I promise."

Bakugou couldn't look at her. His face was too red, and he knew it. He dragged his finger down the back of his neck. "Shut up and prove it," he finally replied.

Wiping her almost tears away, she smirked, "Just don't bite me again."

He froze and shivered. "That's never going to happen again, and stop bringing it up!" With that, he slammed the door closed.

Was that an apology?

Upon entering a house, Uraraka trudged down the running carpet and aimed to reach her bedroom wherever that might have been. Within the large, open living room, warm sunlight graced every surface and corner. The bright blond heads of her family.

A girl with her chocolate brown eyes ran up to her. Her circular orbs grew even bigger along with her toothy smile. "Mommy!" squealed the girl with joy. "You're home."

Home? This large, vivid and joyful place that spanned past the size of any apartment or house or dorm she ever location she had ever lived was her a room of her home.

Peeking from around the corner with a sizzling hot fire pan in his hands, Bakugou Katsuki grew his neutral frown into a grin within seconds of his crimson eyes meeting hers. "Ochako," he greeted before quickly serving the stir-fried contents onto a plate. He had grown all over except for his hair which was just as wild and blond as the day they met.

Time had passed - maybe ten years.

"Can you show us the surprise now?" requested the girl.

Bakugou turned off the stove in the kitchen and ran up to Uraraka, sweeping her down into a deep and passionate kiss. The sudden gesture caused her knees to tremble. "Dinner is done. I have something to show you before I go." He continued to kiss her as he caressed the circumference of her cheek. Unashamedly, he slid his tongue down against hers.

Go? Uraraka's heart sank for some reason. After all, they had only seen each other for a few moments, and already, he bid his departure?

"Ew! Daddy, stop kissing Mommy!" she complained and grabbed pillows to lunge at them from the couch. "Cut it out!"

Finally pulling away, he led her to the bedroom by the hand. In the way that he walked, he stomped with a jovial energy that she'd never seen before. His grin lacked any trace of animosity, and the vibe of the entire house had a contagious comfort ascribed to every item and corner and color. Despite her unfamiliarity with either of Bakugou or the girl, she wanted to stay.

Pushing her shoulders back, he smirked as she plopped down onto the bed. "Wait there. Hanabi, you stand over there while I go back and get what I wanted to show you," he instructed.

The anger had left the young girl's face as she smirked and nodded up at her father. "It better be good, Daddy!"

He dipped into the closet for a few minutes before emerging with a slightly altered version of his hero costume. In fact, upon first glance, Uraraka couldn't understand what he wanted to show her. "Um," she stammered. Then, she spotted it - the bright, red cape that complimented his red, green, and black uniform. Sweat trailed down her temple as he flexed his biceps not to the mirror at his right but to Uraraka. He must have valued her opinion.

"Wow!" cheered Hanabi as her eyes lit up. Jumping into his arms, she giggled, "You look really cool."

"You bet your angel face I do," grinned Bakugou as he caught her. "What do you think, Ochako?"

Who surprises their wife with an article of clothing they got for themselves? "You still look dangerous, but how much did it cost? And, how important is the cape?" Wife - they must have been married if they had a child. His embrace felt too natural, and their daughter looked exactly like a blend of both of them. She had no reason to deny the evidence. Although none of that made sense, for seconds ago, Uraraka was just a teenager, she quickly melted into the scene.

Temporarily, the pride and joy dropped from Bakugou's face as he scowled and glared back at Uraraka. "Oi," he growled in a low tone. The caustic shift of his stare failed to startle her, for a glimmer of warmth remained against the reds of his eyes. "What's wrong with the cape? You can't put a price on this level of badass." As he held his daughter, he gripped the air with his free hand.

"I don't know," Uraraka sighed. "They're kind of tacky these days."

Then, rather than anger or pride, his face finally dropped into a dejected grimace. "It's for our team attacks, though," he explained.

"The rocket of love?" asked Uraraka as she folded her hands together and smiled.

"Kaboom!" exclaimed Hanabi as she stretched her arms out. Her blushing red cheeks filled with her smile.

Uraraka giggled, "Then, it's perfect." Everything was perfect - her house, her daughter, Bakugou - yet, it all felt fleeting. By then, she had stopped questioning every aspect and lost herself to her whimsical life. Hot tears cascaded down her face.

Placing Hanabi on the floor, Bakugou urged, "Hey, angel face, go eat some dinner." Somehow, the headstrong child obliged with a concerned furrow on her brow. Bakugou lifted the black mask from his eyes, and he squinted to confirm the tears and started over to her as he tightened his teeth. "Did something happen?"

Shaking her head, her voice cracked as she replied, "No, I'm just really happy. We've been really busy lately, and I miss all the moments like this."

Bakugou bit his lip. "Don't scare me like that, and stop crying," he ordered as he undressed. "You know I can be late for you."

He pinned her against the bed by the wrists, and she failed even to flinch. As his face neared hers, her heart quickened in anticipation, for she awaited this pattern and prematurely weakened over an indescribable pleasure that sat in her horizon.

Perfect. "Kacchan," she whispered. The word naturally fell from her lips. So then, they could stay together for a little longer. She wanted to cry more. How did she become that fortunate?

By the time Uraraka woke up, she couldn't remember what she dreamed of, but tears fell down her face just as freshly as they did in her dream and she felt like part of her life had dropped from the face of the earth. Plus, an extraordinarily long tongue had wrapped around her waist and slowly pulled her down to the bed. "Tsu?" she asked in the presence of her closest female friend. Her heart heavy yet hollow, Uraraka's lower lip trembled before she gulped.

"Ribbit," replied Asui.

Adjusting herself on the bed, Uraraka got to her knees and took a quick glance outside the window, "When did you get here? What happened?"

With an unchanging expression, Asui responded, "I should ask you the same thing. Are you okay?"

Nodding, Uraraka wiped her cheeks and widened her eyes once she realized the tears on their surface. "Yeah," she muttered. For the life of her, she could not recall a single moment of her dream.

Asui had something to say regarding Midoriya until she heard the name that Uraraka had muttered and cried for in her sleep - Kacchan in the softest, sweetest tone she'd ever heard. That was Bakugou, wasn't it? From that alone, she began to suspect that her relationship with the brute had changed. To avoid rocking the boat, she refrained from mentioning anything about her evening with Midoriya. "I'm glad," she said as she sat next to her. "It's been a while since we've talked. Do you want to?"

"Sure!" Uraraka chirped, but she knew that she couldn't talk much about Bakugou. After all, she wouldn't want her to get the wrong idea. They were just friends.

So then, instead of talking about boys or guys or whatever they were, they talked about the stress of school and classes and whatever happened to be on their minds. Their common bond had always been their commitment to their families above all else. While Asui had to neglect her domestic responsibilities to become a hero, Uraraka had to affect her family's financial troubles. Their sympathetic friendship had always aided them through that faction of their lives.

Family - that term felt strangely relevant to her recent memories and returned the pit to Uraraka's chest before she sighed.

Asui peered at the sudden shift in mood. "Are you okay, Uraraka?" she asked as she pointed to her tightened lips.

"Y-Yeah! I don't know. I feel like my focus hasn't been on school lately. I really need to buckle down and study and train and work really hard!" Uraraka declared as she tightened her fists. Their discussion had rejuvenated her drive. "Nothing is going to get in the way of becoming a hero."

For her friend, Asui, that proclamation was yet another reason to refrain from mentioning her growing feelings for Midoriya.

Then, the door creaked open.

A/N: I forgot to warn you about the fluff, too. And Mr. Tsundere pants was super tsundere.

I sketched out 27 chapters total! Yikes. Get ready for parents and drama and a bit of angst here and there.