A/N: Thank you to the many guests that review this. I'm really happy with all the feedback in this growing community.

By the way, you may have noticed that I don't have Bakugou use female-specific insults. I try to work around it because I have my doubts if that's just the translator's choice to portray him using words like that. From my understanding, he doesn't necessarily swear as much as he has a crude way of speaking to people he doesn't respect.

And this is set months after the Sports Festival and everything, so I'd like to think he had come to terms with respect Uraraka. Anyway, take it or leave it.

To Know You is to Not Hate You

Why can't you see?

Oh, how blind can you be?
Someday you'll see
That you were meant for me

Within meters of the gates at SA - Kotone's school, a boy with brown hair threw rocks towards the back of her head as she tried to pace quickly enough to the exit. A group of other kids from her class followed in tow. While she knew that the torment would not end there, she saw the mark as a checkpoint for her eventual escape. After all, days like these seemed to repeat again and again for her entire time at elementary school. Tears at the brink of spilling, she held her head low as her black bangs covered her eyes and kept a tight, unyielding smile on her face.

She checked her phone a few times to see if Uraraka had responded to her texts. They had spoken relatively consistently on days they couldn't see each other, and seeing her spirited messages and emojis always inspired her day. What were heroes for if they couldn't lift the moods of the people around them?

Before she set foot off campus, the rhythmic rocks stopped buffetting her skull, and a familiar beat entered the vicinity. Badump. Badump. Ba - "Bakugou!" she exclaimed before she turned around to see her blond-haired mentor holding the boy up by the wrist. Quickly, she wiped her face and hoped he hadn't seen any trace of shameful anguish in her eyes.

"Is he messing with you?" he asked as he shook the kid in midair. All the other children fled and screamed.

Her relief died quickly once she spotted the overflowing tears on her classmate's face. She frowned, "Bakugou, it's fine."

Tossing the irrelevant child to the side, he scowled, "Fuck off, kid, you're in my way." With that, the future hero caught up to his student as he pressed down on her head. His rigid knuckles gripped her from the crown, "I saw that shit you sketched out for Uraraka. Don't go putting stupid thoughts into her head."

After school, he came straight to Kotone's school without warning.

Holding up her hands, she protested, "It's not what you think! It's just a compatibility chart." Luckily, Bakugou couldn't read her heart, and hopefully, he couldn't even read her expression. She trailed him a few meters behind.

"I thought it said friendship compatibility."

"I-I can hardly tell the difference. You know, I hear hearts all the time," explained Kotone as she flailed her arms in the air. Sweat jumped from her face, and she tried to catch up to Bakugou. Sure, she had hoped for their hearts to mean more than friendship, but she had not witnessed true love before. Pink tinted her cheeks as she averted her eyes to the street that they walked near.

Bakugou narrowed his eyes as he bent over to study her flustered face. "What aren't you saying?"

In a higher voice, she squeaked, "I said everything! You two are good together."

He could accept that assessment. While he may not have entirely agreed with the phrasing, he smirked at the confirmation for his hunch of making Uraraka his. That bush haired dork probably wouldn't have scored higher than him with Uraraka.

Later, Kotone and Bakugou sat in her room and went over course material that she had already learned like fractions, Kanji, and different forms of energy. Unsurprisingly, they blew through the majority of her homework in record time granted the major distraction of Bakugou's beating heart. Something troubled him, and as she caught each glance he shot at the bed where Uraraka typically sat with crossed legs and a cute smile, she understood the correlation.

"You keep looking over to where she sits," she observed out loud. "Why's that?"

A revitalized grimace popped onto his face as he sat up in his chair near the lamp-lit desk. He shouted, "Shut up!" Then, he panted to regain the energy he expelled in the outburst.

His stress made sense. Uraraka last sent her a concerning message filled with typos and gibberish. "Is she okay? I texted her, but she didn't respond. And her last message didn't make sense." Pulling out her phone, she glanced back to spot his quirked eyebrow and a neutral frown on his expression as he curiously peered over her shoulder.

"She's sick," he said as he sank back into his seat and pulled the corners of his mouth into a pensive frown. Unconsciously, he glanced over at the empty, blue sheeted bed for the hundredth time that evening. His foot twitched at the ankle as he gradually slumped into a typical scowl. Her sickness had been from her foolishness.

Kotone nodded, for she already figured that much. "Bakugou will take good care of her, right?" she giggled.

"Oi, concentrate."

No denial. No yelling. Just a low, stern weight of rush urged from his direction. Then, of course, his heart pounded as he must have thought of Her. "Let's skip the video games today," she suggested. That way Prince Charming could get to his princess as soon as possible. At least, that's how Kotone saw the situation.

Lost in his thoughts, Bakugou made a delayed response. "Hurry up," he grunted as he bore his teeth.

Suddenly, Kotone regretted her light hearted teasing. If only she could spell it out for him, then maybe he could come around to accepting his feelings. He obviously worried about Uraraka, and based on the amount of lofty joy she inspired in him, Kotone could assume that he probably harbored deeper attachment.

In fact, she was nearly sure of it. However, she rubbed the back of her head and reflected on the torment she experienced earlier that day. Humans loathed exposure. They always want to hide.

So then, Bakugou's eyes wandered toward the bed for the hundredth and first time that day, but this time, he could easily state that a glimmer from a glass lens caught his eye. Upon closer observation, he noticed within a big brown teddy bear's bowtie, a camera stared back at them. "A camera?" noted Bakugou as he leaned over to grab the stuffed toy by the neck.

"Oh, my parents are kinda crazy. They watch me all the time. Did I ever tell you that they married each other for their quirk?" she ranted in a long, drawn-out breath.

Bakugou threw the bear to the corner of the room and contorted his face into a disgusted, tight grimace. He sighed, "Not my problem." In fact, he only picked up on the words crazy, married, and quirk.

"I'm one of their," she paused before she continued, "failed creations. Mom can't have any more babies, so my dad's been getting creative as he said."

Unfortunately, Bakugou had his attention elsewhere still. While he may have paid more attention in less strenuous circumstances, he preoccupied his idle thoughts with checking his phone.

Once Recovery Girl dismissed Uraraka, she finally got back to her room late that evening and stared at the mound of folders and worksheets that Midoriya had dropped off in front of her door. Sticky notes topped each section with polite and concise instructions for her slightly extended due dates. However, she knew about her exam the day after tomorrow. She lost track of what day of the week it was.

A heavy burden of what lied ahead pulled her back to the bed where she groaned and wept, for how could she finish 2 days worth of work and study for a moderately difficult exam. She hardly ever missed school for most of her life, and situations like these would serve as a harsh reminder as to why. Bakugou had a point -she did this to herself. Maybe she could collect herself and build a less pessimistic outlook and not think about that blond guy.

Suddenly, someone pounded on her door. She jumped and fell to the floor next to her bed. Trembling as she crawled on her knees, she tried to catch her breath as she reached for the cold doorknob. "You scared me, Bakugou," whined Uraraka with a shaky frown.

He forced the door open further before he stomped inside her barren room. "Straighten up," he commanded. "We're going to do shit together tonight since you're still being a fucking stick in the mud with my plans." Bakugou could put aside his pride and sacrifice his time to help her because he didn't want her to fail. And, he didn't want to slack off and allow someone like Deku to steal this opportunity. "I'm not going to lose to him, and I know he hasn't done anything romantic for you." The latter bit of his declaration came in the form of a collected yet hostile growl.

Romantic? Did that mean this sudden and invasive visit was his form of romance? She blew off his rant as she went back to her bed. "Go away," sighed Uraraka as she combed her hair back with her fingers. Everything Deku did was romantic - from delivering this burden of work to stopping by to see her before class. Seeing his emerald green eyes was enough to send her heart racing.

She covered her reddened, smiling face. Earlier, in her pleasant dream that she longed to return to, that intimate embrace must have come from none other than Midoriya. Who else could he have been? In her waking life, she immediately grieved such a fate.

Bakugou's eye twitched as he caught her sudden shift in composure. Was that because of his presence? About time! Invigorated by the accolades of Uraraka's fluster, he slammed down his binder to the table. "Since you're sick, I'll just be at your dorm," he announced before slapping his pencils against the surface.

Reality sank in, and she remembered her uninvited guest. She excused herself, "I have to study for the test in two days, so I can't hang out with you, Bakugou."

"The exam is tomorrow, dumbass," he reminded her as he snatched her pile of work and flipped through the material.

"What?!"

Leaning over the table with his elbows on either side of the folders, he reluctantly reiterated, "Like I said before, I'm not going to marry someone who fails. I'm going to force you to do better. If you fail, you'll embarrass me."

Immediately, she denied his assumption. "I'm not marrying you," said Uraraka with no inflection in her voice. Toppling over, she buried her face into her pillow.

Bakugou assumed that her denial was a mere guise to mask her true feelings. Fortunately, he had a card that would break down whatever act she tried to use in front of him. He smirked, "Since you're shit at taking care of yourself, you're going to eat the food I give you." With that, he pulled a neatly packed bento of onigiri and vegetables. Eagerly, he glanced over his shoulder and expected her glimmering chocolate eyes to shine back at him.

However, her dark eyes lacked any luster as her mouth dropped into a perturbed grimace. "T-Thank you," she replied with a startled stutter. For a split second, she had guessed that Bakugou may have developed some kind of attachment to seeing her and being with her and taking care of her. But, no. That wouldn't make any sense. Even though, she could almost picture warmth in his eyes and a soft, comforting tone in his gravelly, rough voice.

In fact, she could say that she remembered his capacity to care for her and express his love. Her frown softened as she desperately scanned the room for anything but him.

"Get your ass over here! I don't got all night," he demanded.

A study proposal? Maybe this study session could be a good thing. By the roaring flames in Bakugou's piercing glare, she could tell they had a long night ahead of them. And as she stepped across her floor, she neared him until she sat at the furthest possible side that faced away from her window. While the fire she spotted could not have been real, this side of her room was decidedly warmer than her cozy bed.

Bakugou ground his teeth and chided, "You're not going to learn shit by staring at the cover."

Gradually raising her head to finally study his irritation, her eyebrows twitched at the same rhythm as the corners of her miserably false smile. There was no way, right? Her heart sunk at the same speed as her stomach. That feeling of loss had left, and a sensation doom weighed on the top of her head. And yet. Bakugou had been the man of her dreams, and she knew it.

Man of her dreams? She shook her head. Not like that - only in the literal sense.

Like that, she could silence all somatic reactions and snapped her attention to the book in front of her. All the suppression she learned from liking Deku had come in handy for times like these where she could easily anguish over having romantic dreams of Bakugou. Unlike her supposed husband, this Bakugou made weird, contorted grimaces all the time. Surely, glancing at his grumpy expression would plunge her back into reality.

"History first," he instructed as he leaned over the table to flip through the folder to the oldest history assignment. "Then science. Then math."

His wild, light hair tickled her clammy forehead, and when she took a quick glimpse of his typically fearsome eyes, she spotted a glimmer of gentle warmth in his ruby stare. She gulped and fell back to breathe her own air.

Too close! That was true fear, right? Her pounding heart calmed once she looked up at his signature tight scowl. Those blond eyebrows furrowed as he showed more and more of his teeth as seconds passed.

Bakugou scoffed, "What's your problem? Don't back out now."

"Are you fucking stupid? Most of these are wrong! It's meiosis - not mitosis."

Maybe she shouldn't have wished for his volatile core to return. She leaned against the edge of the table to prevent herself from completely collapsing across the surface. Sighing, she realized only an hour had passed by the time on her phone.

Bakugou may have ranted for longer if he didn't catch sight of her accentuated bosom that bulged against the short table. Another thin, ebony tank top. Another clear view of the chasm of cleavage that he detested. Yet, if he detested it so, then why did the vision snatch his attention from his passionate rant and lecture? Bearing his teeth, he chided, "Have you been wearing that shit for the last couple days? Wear something else."

Widening her eyes, Uraraka jumped once she examined the clothes she had dressed in days ago. Hunching her shoulders and lowering her head to take a peek, she frowned, "Oh, yeah, I guess I should wear something else."

Just like in the arcade, Bakugou wanted to give her his shirt. The sight of her in his badass attire amused him. His signature on her. A collar of sorts. Placing the worksheet back on the table, he grabbed the inner sides of his gray uniformed blazer. A haughty grin grew on his profile. Then, he heard a dresser slide open. His smirk dropped into a neutral glower.

"I guess you gotta go if I change," she explained from meters behind her study buddy. There was no guessing to it, though. Uraraka would definitely not change clothes in front of him. "Oh, here's a t-shirt. I could just put it over what I have. I'm sorry. I don't stink, right?" Raising her eyebrows, she flashed a shaky smile, for she didn't want to offend her tutor with an obstinate odor.

Slamming his elbow on the table, he dug his chin into his open palm and grumbled, "No, just pick something. I'm not moving." He didn't know how to offer his clothes. Besides, he wore the school uniform instead of a less cumbersome t-shirt. However, he considered a quick mental image of Uraraka in his larger, loose-fitting uniform shirt. That distracting cleavage would probably be more apparent than it was in her tank top.

Why did he have to contemplate and analyze the logistics of her fashion choice?

Uraraka cheered, "Tada! I changed. I'm pretty quick, right? You were just staring at the wall the whole time." She twirled in her solid, pastel pink baby tee. Glancing down, she sighed at her sliver of exposed midriff. Time had passed since she last wore this shirt. The happy black bunny on the front looked too childish to ever wear in front of other people. "I guess it's gotten a little tight since I last wore it. You'd think I would get skinnier after fastin' for so long."

Every muscle in Bakugou's body tightened as he made a weak attempt to prevent himself from looking. "Hah?" he grunted. This choice was the worst possible outcome! Not only did he miss the opportunity to mark her with his apparel, but her new attire weakened him. He convulsed before snapping his pencil in half. His seething breath steamed in and out his nose. Through his teeth, he said, "You - Fuck. Whatever." No sound reason for her to change clothes crossed his mind, but he just knew this was an attack.

Suddenly, he became hungry despite the food in his gut. Brushing his tongue against the edge of his fangs, he contemplated how to quickly suppress the surge in tension. He rubbed his inner thigh to alleviate the familiar swelling in his groin and thought about her smooth, plump thighs. That round and full rack of hers aroused such an insatiable desire.

And, it was so simple, too. A t-shirt that did not properly fit her could not possibly inspire such scorching sensations in him.

"A-Are you okay, Bakugou?" she asked under his lethal glare. Cautiously and slowly approaching her seat once again, she took her graded work and skimmed over the considerable amount of red Xs. Between Iida and Midoriya, she knew that her knowledge and academic skills were average at best. If she got 50% of those science questions correct, she'd be surprised. "Is there anything good about me?"

He didn't answer either question. However, he finally relinquished to the overall tension in the room and allowed some of his muscles to relax.

"I want to be a good hero," Uraraka explained, "but I don't try as hard as Deku, and I don't have the dutiful spirit of Iida. I have nothing special about me, so I'm not sure how I can become a pro." She guarded the corner of her eyes with a few fingers and bit her quivering lip.

Oh, man, the many of faces of Uraraka sent Bakugou for a ride. "Dumbass," he muttered loud enough for her to hear, "why would I want to marry a shit person?" Bakugou admired several aspects of his supposed fiancee - her spirit, her tenacity, her expressive personas, and even her body. Of course, Bakugou himself would not admit to that last perk for a while. Not even to himself which probably lent to the pressure building inside of him. After all, there were too many positive qualities to muse over for him to focus on something as aesthetic as physical appearance.

Snapping out of her woe, she failed to catch Bakugou's passing roundabout compliment. A glow (that Bakugou mistook for a reaction to him) brightened her rosy cheeks and ivory grin. "Ah, Bakugou, I got this one right!"

"What? Are you saying I can't grade a bullshit assignment?" he snapped. Then, he realized her smile spawned from her stupid pride. He suppressed a smirk before snatching the paper from her hands. "Yeah, conception involves reproduction."

"No, no," protested Uraraka as she flipped through to answer section of their textbook. "It's intercourse." Without breaking a sweat, she proudly enunciated every last syllable of that word. "Reproduction is the whole thing. Conception is how the sperm and egg meet and make the embryo, and that needs intercourse."

Bakugou retracted back to his seat and kept a tight grimace on his face as he said, "Whatever." He had never heard the term intercourse, for he had never talked about sex. However, by the explanation of the book, he could connect the dots. It probably had to do with that thing or those things he did to Uraraka. Burying his face into his crossed arms, he remembered why he tried to suppress such cursed images.

The sweltering air thickened, and Uraraka, too, suddenly realized the raunchy topic of their conversation. She placed the book down and rubbed the back of her neck as she averted her eyes to the paper before her. She flipped it. "I didn't mean to talk about it so casually," she nervously giggled.

"I don't care if that's how you pop out brats. I just care about getting from point A," he began before he paused and peered into her eyes, "to point B." Tightening his fist, he wondered why he had such difficulty talking about such a subject. His breathing had become more labored than before, but that alone wasn't entirely out of character. The shame that attempted to forget his dream also wanted to hide his fantasy from the dream's star - Uraraka.

And, there hadn't been just that one. He had multiple that intensified since the first one. Scarcely, they spawned in his mind during the day. Only briefly.

Grabbing a pillow, Uraraka threw it at Bakugou. "Jeez," she cried. "Cut it out! You're gross." She should have used that pillow to cover her pink face. However, she could only use her hands.

Cute. He stared back at her - stoic and pensive. Would that be a word to describe her?

Bakugou grew impatient as he rattled his pen and ground his teeth. They should get back to work because there was no way in hell they could go back and forth over something like you know what.

And, she did get back to work for a short period of minutes. Then, dropping her pen, she stopped grinding her utensil against her notebook paper. In a soft, quiet voice, she finally asked, "Why do you want to marry me?"

"Quirk," Bakugou answered without delay. He would not want her other incentives to come to mind.

Uraraka confirmed her suspicion by asking. Her heart quickened as she looked to the window in the back of her room. However, a heavy feeling started in her gut as she gulped. Maybe if he had less selfish goals, then his desire would flatter her. "So you want to make babies with me, right?" she forcefully smiled throughout the question. If he could discuss things like that casually, then so could she. As she saw the situation, in a million years, they would never attain such a future.

For whatever reason, Bakugou mistook her smile for eagerness. Shifting his weight to his elbows, he stirred. He disliked that she lacked disconcert, but he also enjoyed her acceptance. He smirked, "What do you think?"

The anti-gravity girl failed to catch his taunt, so she truthfully disclosed what she thought, "I don't think I want to get married."

"What?" he exclaimed as he leaned further forward to stare at her. That answer especially piqued his interest. Most girls were into mushy, maudlin shit, and she was definitely conventionally feminine, but the juxtaposition of her aversion to weddings and marriage both annoyed and charmed him. He looked forward to the challenge yet hated her obstinacy. Then, sporting a full-on smarmy grin, he said, "It's not exactly your fucking choice."

Brushing her hair back, she somehow raised her lips into a smile once more. "Love gets in the way of things," she whispered. As she stared out the window, she remembered her vow to hide her feelings for Midoriya.

Bakugou tilted his head. Now, that especially confused him. She had been exceptionally mushy over Deku for a while. "Love?" he scowled and sat up straight. "Who said anything about love? I knew you were fuckin' playing games with me. You have no reason not to marry me."

If what she said were thoroughly true, then he'd be right. Uraraka bit her lip and confessed, "I would want to marry a kind hero if I did."

Kind hero? That might as well have been her epithet for Deku. All the subtle hints of interest coming from her must have been delusions on Bakugou's part. His chest imploded as his shoulders dropped. Interest or not, he'd get what he wanted. "Too fucking bad, Uraraka."

Closing her eyes, Uraraka slowly rocked back and forth and mused over her dream. With a giggle at the tip of her sentence, she said, "Maybe if I become a top hero, and make lots of money, I'll have a family." Midoriya would either dedicate his life to heroism or find a girlfriend by that point. Everyone liked him. The delight in her smile faded as she contemplated the reality of their future.

"With me," clarified Bakugou as he pointed to himself with a thumb.

Uraraka tried to avert her eyes to the papers on the table. There was no way that he could know of her dream of him. "Stop! How could you be so direct when we just talked about sex and we're in my room alone together," she cried as she flailed her arms.

Silence and tension and heat filled the small room.

"Shut up," spat Bakugou - his body temperature had surged. "You know what isn't going to happen anytime soon. I need to get my shit straight first, too."

Too? They had not made plans together! Uraraka whined, "Bakugou, nothing is gonna-" She paused, and by the small twitch of her mouth, she smirked, for the gravity-defiant girl noticed his sudden change in pigment and rigidly robotic posture. He could not even bring himself to look away from the blank space on that observation, she could get back at him. "You can't even say it, can you?"

Bakugou certainly did not appreciate the impish aura that raged from her side of the table. He wanted to rival it and beat her into a submissive state with his stare alone, and yet, he had to hesitate in order to finally meet with her deep, chocolate eyes.

To put her in her place, he slammed his hand to the middle of the table and leaned forward to leave less than a foot of air between them. He watched her courage melt into a furrowed brow and trembling smile. From that distance, he could spot each bead of sweat that built on her round face. Her subtle and sweet must had been far from offensive. He craved her scent as he inhaled the thick atmosphere that bound their tension. "Sex," he announced. "Sex, sex, sex." The stoicism of his blank face evolved into a passionate rage.

How dare she assume he was too weak to talk about the inevitable! And, when his heart pounded and his body simmered, he attributed those factors to the raw anger that built inside him.

Uraraka couldn't handle herself anymore. After he said it the first time, she had fallen back to the floor and covered her face. "Ahh," she squealed. "I get it you don't have to say it anymore." That last part needed to be clear, for he continued to repeat it. When he finally stopped, she peeked up at where he had been to see that he returned to his seat.

Then, she understood just how immature Bakugou could be.

She silently stuck out her tongue.

"Get back to work," he ordered as he shielded his eyes and leaned over the papers.

"You really think this is the quadratic formula? There's not even an imaginary number in this entire damn mess," he complained until he looked up to see Uraraka resting her head on the coffee table. If he yelled any louder, then he wouldn't be able to catch such a unique side of Uraraka. His shoulders dropped at his sides.

Light snores billowed wisps of her auburn hair. Beneath the incandescent lights, her skin remained clear and bright. Beauty, was it? What an enticing contrast.

Such a sight silenced Bakugou and brought his breathing and movement to a complete halt for a brief period. Such a sight deviated from her typically endearing and energetic demeanor. Such a sight bore a hallowed meaning that even he could not comprehend in that moment. Such a sight could absolutely not cease until it ran its course.

A knock came to the door.

"Shit," swore Bakugou before he jumped to answer the door. Slipping out of the door, he pushed past his childhood friend, Midoriya, and his sidekick four-eyes kid. "What do you shitstains want?" His alert and piercing glare pushed the green-haired hero back a few paces.

"K-Kacchan!" exclaimed Midoriya. "I was coming to check on Uraraka, but if you're here, then I guess she's okay." And he meant that in more ways than one. This encounter had been the second time in one day that he interrupted them.

"Keep your fucking squeaking down. Just say what you wanted to say to her. She's sleeping," he explained.

Although Midoriya stopped to take note of that verbal symptom of sympathy, Iida hated the entire set up. He lectured, "There's a curfew, you know. What are you doing around her when she's sleeping?"

A smarmy, sinister grin swiped across his face, and he haughtily answered with his nose turned upwards, "None of your damn business." They had no right to what went on in that room between them, but he saw their jaws drop. He relished their racing thoughts.

"You-You must have coerced her to allow you into the room. I find it highly unlikely that she invited you. Let me talk to her," Iida demanded as he began to push past the volatile hero.

Bakugou snarled and spread his arms to block him. "Nobody is entering this damn dorm!"

The door cracked open and pressed against his back as the sleeping princess emerged. Wiping her puffy eyes, she yawned, "Iida? Deku!"

A chill crawled up Bakugou's spine, and his initial reaction was to hide her. The vision of that shirt and how it hugged around every round part of her torso would probably be the kind of thing that incited raw desire in men. And, he certainly did not expect those two dorks to control their thoughts. If his self-proclaimed non-attraction to her led to hot, dirty wet dreams, then he wanted to ensure that they didn't get the same ideas. "Go back inside," he muttered.

She poked her head out from around the blond's side. Their proximity sliced her train of thought once she grazed against his warm body. "Um," Uraraka stammered to collect her thoughts, for she could not possibly comprehend her lack of composure. Her heart raced until she grew nauseous. The shift must have been from medicine or something. "Oh, yeah, thank you for coming to see me," she finally greeted as she pushed past her guard to approach her friends.

Bakugou lifted an eyebrow to see her gentle smile. A glow appeared in her eyes that gave the impression that the dork healed her. His wild chest wrung in sharp tension. That bubbly, cheerful smile only came out around Deku. Again, his face dropped all animosity and settled into a still and quiet frown. Such a sight was not meant for him, and possibly, it never would be.

"But I was here for her," Bakugou thought to himself before dressing her in his gray blazer - the collar as he would put it. If she continued to be reckless and wear thin clothes everywhere, then she would make her sickness worse. "I'm leaving. Figure the rest out yourself, Ochako," he announced before retreating to the room with his hands tucked into her pockets. He dedicated his entire night to her, and she only shined her most radiant smile at Deku.

While Uraraka would have protested and asked him to stay longer, she didn't want Midoriya to get the wrong idea. Knowing Bakugou, he probably would have held the ordeal above Midoriya's head. In fact, he probably already had spouted some lie to them. She sighed. This situation would be a lot easier if everyone were friends.

If Midoriya or Iida said something in the brief minutes that she stared at Bakugou's back, she would not have heard it. He hastily stuffed his assets into his bag, and her hand twitched to reach out to him and ask him to stay. Her furrowed brow ached as she studied his every movement and how he snatched various items of his to violently stuff them into his bag.

Her heart sank, and she swiftly turned her head back to Midoriya. "Ah! Sorry, Deku," she frowned. Whatever giddy feeling in her heart that caused her to bounce and bubble over suddenly submitted to a daunting weight of grief. She conversed with her friends, and when Bakugou passed by her, she blurted, "See you in class tomorrow. Thank you for helping me study."

Of course, he failed to respond.

For whatever reason, she heard Iida and Midoriya sigh in relief.

Uraraka glided her fingers down the chain of the star necklace from that night at the arcade. Her mind, heart, and soul sensed impending conflict in the near future. To think, she wanted to say that the awkward night brought them closer.

"He was really worried about you all day," explained Iida with a smile.

"Who?" she asked after a startle caused her to jump from her thoughts. Did he mean Bakugou? Because he just may have been.

"Midoriya," Iida clarified as he placed both his hands on her shoulders, and he hoped to the heavens that her mind had not strayed from the path of virtue.

The green hair student rubbed the back of his neck and smiled, "Yeah." At least she had Bakugou to take care of her.

Uraraka shook her head and focused on the young man in front of her. His concern and a sheepish smile warmed her heart. She blushed and hid her face, and her light-hearted smile returned with a vengeance. She wouldn't admit this for a long time, but the heat in her heart did not compare to the blazing warmth that Bakugou provided that night.

A/N: Jeez, that was long. I'm tired now. I know it was kind of a one-room chapter, but hopefully, there was enough going on between Uraraka and Bakugou that it made up for it.