A/N: Guess what! I'm late with this, butttt there might be a scene with MidoTsu. Wink. And a scene with our beloved Kotone. I might draw her or ask someone else to draw her.

Compulsive Passion

"We have plans."

Uraraka released her forced smile. She bit her lip before trying again with a toothy grin. "Sorry, Deku," she apologized with residual anguish straining her voice. The tears of Bakugou that she never saw stained her mind. The dizzying pace of the scene gave her pause before she continued, "Let's do something tomorrow maybe."

Any giggle or laughter in the tightening throats of the classroom came to a halt. The gravity of the situation suddenly alarmed the majority. They had witnessed how forcibly Uraraka pushed Bakugou after sudden contact,and they had to wonder how he could have pushed her to defensively resist his touch.

Uraraka was a good girl. She would never attack someone unless provoked. And the fear in her round eyes when he merely touched her shoulder led even Bakugou's friends to believe that he may have harmed her.

When Bakugou stood, all eyes seared his back as he tucked his hands into his pockets and dragged his feet to his desk. He kept his head low and weakly shuffled.

There had to be more to the story. Sero and Kirishima knew slightly more - the kiss. Then, Bakugou and Uraraka knew of the passion within the embrace, but only one of them could admit to it. The other forced the memory into the depth of denial.

The door slid open and caused a sharp clamor at the entrance. The silent classroom jumped in their seats or wherever they stood in the room.

Class started. Everyone scurried to their seats. That session, they struggled to concentrate as their imagination ran wild.

Bakugou replayed the dry glare that he thought Uraraka could only direct at an enemy. That was not the spark of defiance that piqued his interest, but an empty, lifeless glare. She looked at him like he hurt her.

And, in a way, their speculations and theories held truth.

Meters from the entrance of the school, Bakugou tapped his foot and checked his phone. He tousled his hair with his sweaty palms and grunted in an attempt to rid of the stress that heavily weighed on his chest. Only a few days prior did he finally come to terms with his infatuation or love or crush on his precious partner, but now he had to comprehend how she felt and why the fuck she had to do a 180 with her mood. He didn't do anything wrong! In fact, according to his guidelines, he had been nice to her. He wiped his forehead and his eyes, too, as he dragged his hand down his face.

Upon opening his eyes, he met Iida and the back of Midoriya who stood closely behind the blue hair representative.

"Okay, Bakugou, I'll allow you to explain yourself," began Iida. "I'm willing to take your perspective into consideration, but ultimately, I'll address Uraraka's concerns." He wanted to handle the incident formally. Given the context of the situation, with Bakugou's obsessive and primal proposal, he strained to keep himself from assuming the worst. Lowering his head, he maintained a sturdy stare.

Haughty as ever, Bakugou lifted his head as if he had esteem to spare. He smirked, "I don't have to explain a god damn thing to you, four-eyes. What happened is none of your fucking business." He wouldn't tell. He hung the knowledge of that sacred kiss above Iida's head, for he feared ridicule. People would confirm his deep-rooted fear that a kiss meant nothing if it were accidental. He wanted to believe in fate.

In the distance, a small branch snapped much like Iida's temper. His calf tightened, rearing to go, yet he used every bit of restraint to growl through his teeth, "Now."

Midoriya timidly checked over his shoulder to observe the escalation. "Maybe we should see what Uraraka has to say first," suggested the mediator.

Scoffing, Bakugou eyed the perimeter of the courtyard for his partner. He knew she would come. However, she had the privilege to take her sweet time because he was too caught up in his thoughts to pay attention to whether or not she followed. That entire day, he struggled to concentrate. Typically, he could at least remember the topics of each lecture, but that day he could hardly remember his teachers' names.

More people swarmed him. Their questions didn't matter. Girls of his class reprimanded him for what he allegedly did to Uraraka. His squad stranded themselves from the crowd in the distance as they awaited his plea or explanation. Everyone wanted to cross-examine him and prosecute him, but he didn't lay a finger on her.

By the shredding sensation in his chest, he could only think of how she hurt him. Louder than the clamor of kids, that vexing burden of empathy roared the loudest. What the hell did he do to her?

Yet and still, when she entered his line of sight, he could breathe through the suffocating cloud of classmates and persevered past them. Somehow, the root of his pain was the panacea for his anguish and everything that plagued him.

Did Class 1-A catch the trembling gait of Bakugou? Did they see that he strained to maintain his grimace in her presence? Did they hear his words scratch up his throat when he said, "Uraraka." The pain clouded his vision still, and his voice would not typically carry in the low, crackling whisper that he used.

Uraraka had shattered him.

Her ears perked up, and she rubbed her neck like a bee had passed her head. Gulping, she held her head down low when she asked, "Are you ready, Bakugou?"

The crowd of people parted as she walked up to him. If she consented, then how could they confront her? By her low, hanging head and abject despondence, they knew something was awry. However, for that moment, not a single person spoke up.

"About damn time," he chided or at least he tried to ridicule her lack of punctuality. His criticism came across like the prodding of a blunt spear.

The couple of classmates trailed off around the corner of the entrance abandoning an austere and speechless mass of people.

Uraraka followed him like a dog all the way out. While just yesterday he craved this scenario, he abhorred her plaintive submission. Hopeful for some miracle, his right hand dangled at his side with the mirage of a fantasy that she might reach her small, soft hand and grab his once more. He would rather some pathetic hand-holding gesture than have her pathetically trail behind him like a pet.

He wanted her by his side.

Once again Bakugou and Uraraka found themselves stuck in a train car, teeming with blabbering strangers. Against their thoughts, people, sounds and things cluttered their surroundings as screaming white noise. Still, it fell silent, and the bubble that grew around them muted the clamor to silence and whited the backdrop.

Even as he held his head straight and stared above the crown of Uraraka's head, the surroundings could not tear his fixation on her. Uraraka tightly squeezed her eyes shut as she clutched onto the cold metal bar to the side of her. Bakugou's heat consumed her like a blazing flame, or perhaps she felt the physical manifestation of her turmoil.

She gulped. Anger would have been easier to express, but something deeper and more primal roared louder than any other sentiment. To top off her putrid layered cake of anguish, her paranoia yearned to console him for some ungodly reason despite the fact that she felt like screaming. Their relationship - no, their friendship had tangled into a heap of complications.

Of course, she had not been able to expel the ethereal solace he had offered her in her dream from her memory. That mythical, soft side of him trailed her like a ghost.

"I didn't like that shit you pulled earlier," Bakugou said, cutting through the air with his sharp voice.

Uraraka jumped and squeaked, "W-What shit?" Covering her mouth, she realized her vulgar language.

Breaking character, Bakugou cracked a small smirk before regressing back into a grimace. The grief had certainly not left him, but damn was that slip-up cute.

The student hero knew she needed to at least apologize for shoving him and humiliating him, but for the sanctity of her conscience, she could not admit to even herself that she was the one that wrung the trembling pain from his voice. However, the scene continued to silence her in that moment.

Gripping the strap above his head, Bakugou snapped, "You fucking wanted it." He failed to search her expressive profile for a confirmation, for he knew that would cause his hostility to waver. Aside from that, he could bet his life that she found pleasure in that kiss. He licked his lip and bit down onto it until he nearly drew blood.

Uraraka fell silent. Her eyes shot open. Since the incident, she obsessed over whether or not Bakugou had criminal intent rather than pubescent lust. Until then, she had suppressed the morsel of a suspicion that she longed for Bakugou to grapple her like he did that strap. Slowly, she raised her head and caught a glimpse of his seething scowl. What would happen if he bit her lip like he did his own? She shivered when she muttered, "You sound like a villain."

He shouldn't have said that.

After taking a long, deep breath, he growled, "Why did you grab me? Huh? Why did you hold me? Why did you taste me like I was some snack for you to play with? Then you chicken out once you figure that you might actually like it. You don't shove your tongue down somebody's throat like that and call it an accident. F-Fuck you." Bakugou's shaking words trailed out until they had become a bitter whisper. His voice had betrayed him. It cracked and stuttered.

In a pathetic attempt to defend herself, Uraraka held back her tears to say, "B-But Bakugou, you were the one that planned it. You probably wanted to claim me like you did when you - you know." The bite.

"Planned it? What the fuck are you saying?" he nearly shouted. Bakugou knew that she knew that he regretted that pathetic bite he left on her.

Uraraka retrieved the scene of his stark, white smirk as they fell from meters above the earth. The buoyant sensation of the kiss's aftermath returned as if she relived the moment. "You smi- no, you grinned. That's why I thought you planned it," she faltered as her conviction wavered. If he lacked malice in that moment, then why where did he derive the satisfaction?

"Fuck me for being," he began before pausing. Happy. The once pleasant memory inflicted a jolt of pain through his chest. Bakugou knew he needed to drop it. He could be the bad guy. He could put the entire situation behind him and let her go for the last time. "It wasn't like that."

Just then, a loud, sharp screech of the announcement sliced through their bubble. The sound was not particularly high in pitch nor out of the ordinary, but it was enough to pop the tension of their conflict.

Upon looking up, Uraraka realized that she had clung to Bakugou's blazer, and he had attentively wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"Watch it!"

"Excuse you!"

They pushed away from each other.

His reddened face exposed his humanity. Sadness and regret impeded Uraraka as she struggled to regain some level of composure. She watched as Bakugou's hand grazed the area of his chest where she had clung. His shoulders shrunk. Accompanied with the clear anguish in his frown, he gave the impression of a wounded animal.

What did a smile mean if the kiss were an accident?

Already, the empty, cold air chilled her, and she longed to near him once again. By the skill of her muscle memory, she had been flicking her tongue against her teeth in the same way she did when they kissed. Why?!

She shook her head and slapped her cheeks.

To consider Bakugou's humanity meant to consider that his only take-away was pure and innocuous felicity. She was the villain who had humiliated him and drew tears from his ponderous pride. The pain she heard could have been the resonating sound of his shattering heart. To continue about her day, she needed to remind herself that Bakugou only wanted to marry her for her quirk. That night of tutoring had confirmed it.

Right, she knew he didn't like her.

The constant pursuit of a quirk marriage rather than a mere friendship may have been her motivation for quickly believing he had ulterior motives and willed the kiss. While she knew not to be so foolish as to plan for her first kiss to be with Midoriya, she only had eyes for him. Someone as sweet and kind as he was probably deserved someone untainted by his tormentor's lips and teeth and hands. Before that day, she held out hope that she could one day be worthy of her beloved friend.

Wrongfully, she displaced that disgust on Bakugou. An apology! They could still be friends if she apologized and forgot the whole thing. She was surprised that Bakugou didn't suggest that himself.

The train halted, and she collided into Bakugou. Destiny dredged up the desires of her latent thoughts. Her cheek pressed against his chest. She took a deep breath, inhaling his musty scent and absorbing the warmth of his stiffening body.

He violently twitched like a current of electricity shocked him. "O-Oi!"

Did she rest her head for too long? She swore to herself that she only meant to stabilize. Straightening up, she sighed. "S-Sorry," she uttered a sole apology with no further context. That's not the way she had planned to apologize, but she felt that the opportunity had been lost after the sudden context of bumping into him yet again.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, but we'll be taking a slight detour due to a train wreck on the scheduled path. Thank you for your patience," announced the conductor.

She exhaled heated breath. Talk about a train wreck. This evening would last forever.

Closer to campus, that evening, Midoriya needed a breath of fresh air. He swore by the rays of the setting sun he had not been able to relax for the past 24 hours. Training had proved to be too difficult, too. After all, you can not even run a mile without stopping to breath. Maybe a brisk walk across town before curfew would be a more efficient workout.

Everyone in class claimed to dislike dramatic conflict, but Midoriya sincerely had a phobia of confrontation. He had not been able to look his close friend Uraraka in the eye all day - not for the reason she may have suspected. Rather, he sensed her misery along with the distress of Bakugou and figured he shouldn't get involved. Midoriya knew that Bakugou liked her, and he would probably want to resolve their issues without the input of everyone.

For some reason, he suddenly caught a whiff of rain despite the fact that no cloud hung in the sky. His classmate with long, dark teal hair idly sat on a bench alone several dozen meters away from campus. She gazed at a small stream and how it reflected the warm pinks, purples, and oranges of the sky.

"Tsu," he breathed before repeating, "Tsu!" His voice kind of creaked, for he had not spoken above a few decibels all that day.

Asui slowly turned her head around to look back at Midoriya before straightening her back and looking ahead. She wished she had not done that. How did he find her there of all places?

A cheery smile popped onto his face as he approached her. He continued despite the fact that she didn't respond, "I feel like I haven't seen you all day." When she stayed silent and still and stoic, his grin began to waver. Was everything okay? "Is something the matter?" He could never tell.

She shook her head yet kept her eyes staring at the myriad of colors surrounding the sun. "Ribbit," said Tsu. Maybe she would have fled, but out of the corner of her eye she could read the clear distress of Midoriya across his sweaty brow and trembling smile.

The green haired hero ruffled his mop of hair and took a seat next to his friend classmate, Asui. He asked, "Can I vent to you about something?" When she stiffly nodded and ribbited, he began. "Well, sorry if I'm bothering you, but I guess the stuff between Kacchan and Uraraka is still bothering me. Today was especially intense. Did you see what happened?" Pausing he, stretched his arms to signify the magnitude of the conflict. "I can't talk to Iida about it because he's already thinking about going to the teachers, and then, Todoroki doesn't have much to say at all about the situation. He's pretty sure Bakugou's different from his dad, though. Then, of course, I can't talk to Uraraka, so I'm so glad I found you!" After a few moments of silence, he caught his breath again.

Asui pressed a finger to her chin. "You should calm down, Midoriya," she advised. While partially, she wondered why she happened to be at the bottom of the chain of friends, she wished he had never gotten to her. Against her better judgment, she glanced at his nervous smile - sweat jumping from his face as he expressively explained his perspective.

"I knew you'd be a good person to talk to, but I couldn't find you after class," he clarified.

So then, he would have come to her first. Truth be told, Asui had attempted to avoid him for the past few days. She had been spending too much time with her, and by the seconds, her feelings for him grew. Watching the vivid colors of emotion shine through his face caught her eye more than the brilliant sunset before them. His voice sped her heart as she heard him slow his speech and relax.

Asui did not appreciate this turmoil. She very much valued her talents of stoicism.

"They both seemed upset, but I don't think it's something as simple as Kacchan going too far. Uraraka can handle herself, and Kacchan's a hero at heart, so he wouldn't go too far. I want to encourage him to go after her. I just hope it works out. She's a nice girl, and I think they'll be happy together," he ranted once more. The voluble Midoriya always had the proper insight of others. "When Uraraka sees his heart, there's no way she'd turn him down."

Asui was not too sure. While she could read surfacing emotions of people's body language, she hardly contemplated abstract concepts like love. That was - until now where life had thrust her into a tide of infatuation or something of the sort with her green haired classmate. She pulled her hair back and smiled, "You have a lot of faith in Bakugou."

He scratched his temple and sheepishly nodded, "Y-Yeah. Who wouldn't like a girl like Uraraka?" Midoriya didn't mean that most guys would appreciate her like Bakugou appreciated her but that she was simply a pleasant person to be around.

The froggy girl could not utter the question, "But, do you like Ochako?" She felt like she was pretty clear about that before, but even her blunt skills could not propel her to interrogate him to that caliber.

Midoriya yawned and stretched his arms to his sides and failed to catch Asui cringe and shrink her shoulders to avoid grazing his muscular biceps. He felt relief. "I feel a lot better. Do you want to go to a shop or something? I kinda feel like I owe you for listening to me," he offered and rubbed the back of his head.

Leaping to her feet, Asui shook her head and said, "I think I should go back to the dorms." Staying there would not be a good idea. Her temperature slowly raised. Uraraka liked him!

He clasped his sweaty hands together and swayed from side to side once he stood up as well. "Really? You're not hungry or anything?" inquired Midoriya. He had not expected her to flee so soon. There were still other issues he wanted to bring up.

She was hungry.

"We can get something to eat. What do you want?"

"You," Asui sharply answered. Immediately, she regretted such an answer. How could she be so blunt? By the heel of her foot, she tried to hop away.

Midoriya, the boy gifted with superhuman strength and speed firmly grasped her wrist. He could feel her pulse jump like his. Maybe that was too bold and forceful of him. He enjoyed the simplicity that she provided to his overcomplicated day, so his gut reacted before he did. Quickly, he released her. "A-Ah! O-Okay. Yeah. What? You want me? Um, does that - no. I - what? You're not saying that, right? Tsu?! Are you sick?"

She had already frozen in place. Her skin reddened against her light green t-shirt. Why did she have to say that? Cursing her filterless mouth, she prematurely mourned her friendship with Midoriya and Uraraka. "Ribbit," Asui groaned. She'd have to tell her as her friend. Her hand touched the side of her head, and she tried to keep walking.

Yet he did it again! The easily flustered Midoriya grabbed her wrist again and pleaded, "I want you to stay. Please. D-Don't leave if you unless you want. Let's go somewhere," he paused before he breathed and continued, "I want to stay with you a little longer."

Surely, he got ahead of himself. A girl like the intriguing and enigmatic Asui Tsuyu would not be interested in him in that way.

Kotone knew something was off about the solemn heartbeats of her mentors. Slow and mellow, they lacked energetic perk and irritation, respectively.

They arrived late, so she had already finished her homework by the time they showed up at her door. Bakugou took as much time as he could to check her work while Uraraka twiddle her thumbs on the bed. Unfortunately for her, her phone had died on the way there.

Kotone wanted to watch a movie. "How about a romance?" suggested the girl before covertly smirking.

"No way in hell!"

"I'm thinkin' I'm gonna pass."

That proposal got their hearts racing.

Uraraka did not care for gorey movies while Bakugou just liked anything with action. Since their young student already pitched the idea of a romantic movie for her favorite pairing, she thought she'd recommend the next best thing to bring two people together. Horror.

"How about a scary movie?" she chirped.

Bakugou barked, "It better not be shit!"

Rolling her eyes, Uraraka thought, "He's such a brat." Since the train ride, he had remained silent and feigned ignorance of her presence. Naturally, she did not completely object. She knew he required an apology, and the process would probably be more elaborate than one word.

The anti-gravity girl knew he deserved an adequate deed. However, she could not quite plumb how deeply she may have hurt him, for as far as she understood, she had only marred his superficial pride by publicly shoving him over a misunderstanding.

Amidst the negotiations over their potential movie pick, Bakugou sat on the edge of the bed before yawning and lying down. "Wait, go back to the last one with the werewolf and the witch," he commanded. "Let's watch that one." He liked werewolves.

Uraraka scooted back across the bed to the wall like Bakugou was made of lava. Why did he suddenly get on the same bed as her? "Bakugou," she whined. In order to get off of the bed, she would need climb over him in some way.

He wasn't moving. Yawning again, he ignored her.

"Okay!" Kotone agreed from the bean bag. Sweat glistened upon her temple. "I call the bean bag." She turned off the lights and started the movie as if she were completely ignorant to the intense percussion of hearts behind her.

Was Kotone not going to help? Was Bakugou not going to answer? Would Uraraka have to stay stuck there until the end of the movie?

Uraraka suggested, "I'm gonna turn on this lamp. It's kinda too dark." She got on her knees and crawled to the lamp near the foot of the bed. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Bakugou failed to stir. Once she switched on the dim light, she noticed his hooded stare had fixed blankly ahead.

He lowered his head so that his wild hair hid his eyes. Lying in a slight curl, Uraraka stared a bit more unashamedly. He was still guarded, and he had never looked more human.

Apparently, the stillness of the room that amplified the intensity of the slow-paced movie meant something. Within minutes, Kotone had fallen asleep.

What was Uraraka supposed to do now? She wanted to ask Bakugou to move so that she could sit on the floor. The movie did not carry its weight, and after 20 minutes in, the werewolf was still human and blood had not been shed.

Right, Bakugou! They shared a bed at that moment, and she could feel him shift his body weight when he turned to lie on his back. Was he going to say something? She needed to speak first!

"Sorry for earlier," she apologized and bowed her head. Silence. Understandably, she'd probably have to do more to earn his forgiveness for not only ridiculing him but calling him a villain and assuming the worse out of him. However, Uraraka expected him to at least mock her.

Instead, she heard a light snore.

Perking her head up, she finally understood - he, too had fallen asleep.

Maybe this circumstance had turned in her favor. She leaned her back against the wall and took a few deep breaths as she gripped her own wrist while trying to concentrate on the mediocre film. The cheap effects underwhelmed her.

Suddenly, she heard a low, growl.

Was that Bakugou? He must have been saying something. Slowly, she crept on her hands and knees down the bed to where he rested his head. Not a single wrinkle disturbed his brow, and every muscle in his face had relaxed and released any slight grimace or scowl or smirk. Instead, he slept like a placid angel.

His blonde hair never looked so luminescent in the dim light. His growl never sounded so soothing, but what did he say?

"Rrr," he repeated. The sound struggled to escape his parted lips.

Uraraka strictly controlled her breathing so that she masked her presence, but somehow Bakugou latched onto her wrist.

She jumped and covered her mouth with her free hand. No, what would he say? There was no way she could talk herself out of this one. "Bakugou, I," she began, but then the young girl noticed that his growling continued while his eyes stayed shut.

"Ochako."

Her heart leaped from her chest. He used her first name again, but without the typical berating tone that typically accompanied it.

"Don't. Go."

A/N: Ahhh! I'm done. Sorry, it's late. I might be late or absent next week, too.

So tired.