A/N: Last chapter was kind of intense. Hopefully we get a little more light hearted. Also. People really like the progression of Bakugou and Uraraka's relationship which makes me happy but also paranoid that I'm going to mess it up.

Like what if I drag it out or jump the gun? Wahh. I'll just stick to the schedule. Lol. But know that something big will happen soon!

Midnight Delight

"At your best, you are love. You're a positive, motivating force within my life. Should you ever feel the need to wonder why, let me know."

"Don't. Go."

Bakugou's strong hand clutched her arm like she was his last resort. Uraraka could hear each breath he took in between her own until they became in sync. What did this mean?

Many questions bounced through he mind into the thickening air between them. She could have freed herself but instead realized the narrowing of their distance from each other. Magnetic.

Since when did Bakugou have such comely features? His quivering brow inspired endless fluttering from her stomach to her heart. Such serene slumber could draw tears from her eyes.

She sharply breathed.

Following the middle line of his body, she noticed how his buttoned shirt revealed his muscular and chiseled midriff. Did that appeal to her? She had never considered the appearance of Bakugou. While she did not consider anyone ugly, she did only considered the physical appeal of someone once she had grown fond of them.

Though his hand around her wrist caused her heart to speed and palms to sweat, she immediately realized that the fearless sentiment that rapidly consumed her. Instead of panic, his strong arm secured her safety by such a simple gesture as hand holding.

She leaned closer. Was this what it meant to find something irresistible? A guilty pleasure.

No, not pleasure. If she moved, then he'd wake up. He would never let her live this down.

Her head remained mere inches above his pillow as she pondered and contemplated how someone could change their appearance once they slept. Bakugou was handsome. Gravity pulled the girl more than it had ever burdened her before. And she wanted to give in.

Her elbow that supported her began to buckle.

Tears of confusion dropped before she did. Inevitably, she her head fell to the pillow.

Bakugou's eyes shot open. They widened before he understood the reality of the situation.

Closing her eyes, she apologized, "Sorry, sorry, sorry. I'm sorry for pushing you. And calling you a villain and being weird. Sorry."

Silence.

She anticipated his wrath - strident outbursts, huffing, or a scoff - yet his grip became no tighter than it had before. Slowly, she opened her eyes and expected a hot glare.

His inherently intense, scarlet eyes peered back at her. The gaze alone left heat on her pink cheeks until a burst of warmth developed in her chest. Not a twitch in his brow or a clenched muscle in his jaw, he blankly stared into her like he had seen the entirety of his life and future in her large, brown eyes. Awe written in bold letters across his face, his lips never closed from his slumbering state.

Her breathing slowed and calmed and settled as he held her with his eyes. Only for split seconds did he break their mutual gaze to blink. By the second, she melted into the pillow and the earth below them.

A quick sigh of relief escaped her lips, for she felt a strange familiarity with the man she lied next to. A resonating tune that transcended dreams. Surely, she must have attributed too much of that to this person.

Tears stayed suspended at the corners of her eyes and threatened to leak and long for a person like that mythical Bakugou.

Was he still sleep? Why didn't he say anything?

A sneeze came from the opposite side of the room. Then a yawn. Kotone. She brushed her dark bangs from her eyes and looked up at the TV. "Is the movie over? You guys gotta come back. This doesn't count." she asked as she stretched her arms.

Suddenly the room paused as Kotone's brightening cerulean eyes glanced up and around the room.

"Why is Bakugou on the ceiling?" she innocently asked as she placed a finger at the lobe ear.

Truthfully, Kotone had been awake for a while. No one could have slept through the deafening heartbeats of those two.

Bakugou crossed his arms with his back against the cement ceiling. He groaned, "Yeah, Uraraka, why am I up here?" Dry and free of rage, his red eyes loomed above her like blazing, red stars.

And she could not stop herself from staring into them.

Finally, Uraraka escaped from the bed and stood on the floor nearby. "My hand slipped. I guess I was starting to fall asleep," she lied. She frowned to stifle her smile, "I'll get you down." With a short exhale, she choked on laughter when Bakugou fell face first onto the bed.

Kotone begged, "Please stay a little bit longer."

They both knew they needed to leave. Though between them was an undeniable sense of complacency and security, a paradoxical danger of the unknown loomed above them. Why did they lie down together? How did they find forgiveness after a day full of conflict in silence?

Uraraka gulped. She knew that she needed to mask the events of the day and the mutable feelings that brewed in her core with an innocent friendship of felicity. After all she was Uravity the buoyant hero. She could befriend anyone.

On the other hand, Bakugou sank into his mattress. He dwelled on the intensity of his pure and unadulterated joy. "Anything to keep her," he thought.

On the way home, Uraraka wanted to ask - was he awake or asleep when he pleaded for her to stay? She thought the former circumstance to be impossible, but then why did he dream of her. From the train, she noticed his lethargic hesitation to cross the automatic doors.

"Oi, fucker," she chirped.

Bakugou jumped in place. He forced his rigid legs forward to chide, "What the hell are you saying?!" He did not know whether to fall for her all over again or curse himself for smudging her dialect. "Don't say that!"

She smirked, "That's Bakuology 101. Bakugou always says somethin' to cuss words." That woke him up.

Approaching her, he sprawled his fingers and placed a hand on her face to cover every round feature of hers. He took a deep breath as the train doors closed behind him. Those doe eyes shined their spotlight on him, and for the first time that day, he felt confident that he could make sense. "Yeah, okay. Fine."

He smirked at her. A true and smug smirk as opposed to her amused, sly grin.

That meant he accepted her apology, right? His palm pressed against her lips when she mumbled, "What are you doing? Why are you covering my face?" Uraraka knew not to dwell on his passing remark, but internally, she rejoiced. Could he see the energy that blazed from her soul?

"Because it pisses me off."

So then, that was it? Uraraka hoped she had gotten her wish that they had gone back to normal. That's all she knew that she wanted from him. Seeing the humanity in his intimidating, red eyes inspired a floaty glee inside her as she stood on the tips of her toes. "Move your hand," she whined.

That side of him. Maybe she wanted to see that glareless stare. Maybe she wanted to hear the tenderness in his voice. Maybe she wanted to feel his touch. That perfectly balanced temperature - maybe she wanted more of that.

They talked about how crappy the movie was for nearly half the trip before they realized that they had no reason to stand so close to each other on an empty train car.

For some insane reason, they stood inches away from each other like they had nowhere else to go. Perhaps this happened because of their earlier, routine commute.

Uraraka pointed it out. "Oh, I guess we can sit down," she noted as she backed away from the pole. Typically, she would have been bold enough to threaten to sit next to him. Now, she anticipated his pursuit.

The train rumbled and she lost her footing.

Bakugou caught her by the wrist once again and glared down at her. "What do you think you're doing?" he growled.

The girl blinked, "What do you mean?" Escaping!

Ditsy girl. "You're better than that."

Surely, he did not mean the fact that she ran. Or her bumbling balance.

When he pulled her up, their chests met - reminiscent of their passionate kiss. She touched her hot face before separating from him. He always had to shift the tides of the atmosphere - flaming the waters in his favor.

Bakugou merely quirked an eyebrow as he attempted to read the foreign language of her features. Frowning, blushing, fidgeting fear. All these social cues would have been easier for him to understand if he only looked at people more. "What are you going to do?" He asked. He was willing to learn.

"Sit down. I'm feeling kind of dizzy."

Was she sick? "You've been eating, right? Or are you on your - your?" What was that thing that girls like his mother experienced every once in a while?

"Stop!" she pleaded as she plopped down. Why did he always have to ruin everything?

Bakugou could not decide which side to sit on - hers or his own. So, instead, he chose to stand in the middle.

That made Uraraka stir, for she anticipated a decision the entire time. Biting her lip, she admitted, "I had fun today."

After all that shit? The fighting, the silence, the tears, the drama? "I didn't!" he declared. Though, any day with her was a good day - day he would not trade for anything.

But the night bore more gifts for the two - ribbons of destiny that would wrap them together.

...

Night of routine: gym, dorm dinner, pajamas, sleep. Then a reprieve from monotony. Uraraka could not sleep.

She tossed and turned until she nearly fell from her bed. That pure, ruby stare had stained her mind. As she crept into the commons, she figured moving around would aid her, but that decision only led her back to him.

"What are you doing?"

Uraraka didn't need to turn around to know that he stood behind her. Bakugou. Once again. "I can't sleep," she admitted.

He pivoted himself over the back of the couch and landed on the cushion to her right. "Because of that stupid movie?"

Stiffly, she nodded and kept her eyes on the floor.

"You're such a shitty liar."

She jumped. No way he saw through that. Glancing over at him, she stuttered, "W-what?"

"You said it didn't bother you earlier. Now you can't even sleep."

Fortunately, she could breathe a sigh of relief. Her shoulders leaned back into the couch. "Leave me alone," requested Uraraka. Maybe she was a little tired and definitely hungry. The stirring and ponderous nausea in her gut left little room for food at dinner time, so she only ate a small salad. Yet now, she felt audible growls erupt.

Without giving her shit, he stood up and trailed away.

Uraraka got to her feet and followed after him for a few paces before she asked, "Wait, where are you going?" She didn't mean for him to actually leave.

"I don't like being irresponsible by skipping meals. Unlike you." Well, he wouldn't be Bakugou Katsuki if he didn't criticize her a little bit. Maybe the night subdued his hostility, or maybe she looked damn cute in those bland, black pajamas of hers.

Uraraka did not know whether or not following him into the dark abyss of the kitchen would lead to her demise. However, she could not resist the pull of his strong, muscular back against his dark undershirt. As she stared at the way his large arms paced along with him, her head grew lighter, so she caught up to him and walked next to him to avoid the strange sensation. "Hey, that was complicated!" she finally replied.

He spat, "Keep your voice down."

If he were so damn intimidating, then why did she walk by his side?

Pleased, he covered his mouth. He'd rather die than allow her to catch the slightest twitch of his lips. But finally - if only for a moment, she was equal in pace and spirit to him.

The distance satisfied him as well. Though his free hand dangled at his side, he could deal with the absence of her palm.

She turned on the light to the kitchen,and Bakugou scoured the cabinets. Crackers, rotten lemons, stale bread, and crap like flour. Heroes loved their snacks - especially meat apparently. "Who ate my damn chex mix? I bet it was Kaminari. I'll kill him."

"Bakugou?" called Uraraka.

He jumped. Though, he hadn't forgotten she was there. That sweet, melodic voice graced his ears. "What?" he asked. Truly, he could listen to her all day.

"Are there any cookies or something? I had a little food earlier."

He silently continued to search. Flour. Butter. Sugar. Once he realized everything came together, he grinned.

Uraraka furrowed her eyebrows and placed a hand on his back. Immediately, he tightened, and she noticed his muscles tense beneath her palm. "It's okay. I can just drink some water."

He leaned over the counter to break their contact and groaned as he shoved his fingers through his hair. "If you want the damn cookies," he growled through his teeth, "then we're making some damn cookies."

Sweat slid down her temple and backed away. "O-okay."

Maybe they hadn't gone back to normal. She stared at her hand that had grazed the tension in his back.

Bakugou had opened himself up to try new things. He could not admit to Uraraka of all people that he'd never baked cookies. Of all his talents, surely he could accomplish it. Grabbing the measuring cups, he let out a quick, disgruntled sigh. Those were necessary, right?

"I'm not really a good chef because I never have all the ingredients I need, but I like sweets so I learned how to cook those at least. Plus, they're pretty cheap to make," explained Uraraka as she grabbed other ingredients like baking soda and vanilla extract. "Let's keep it easy and just do some sugar cookies."

She didn't want to embarrass herself either. Surely, he would judge her harshly or make a remark on how even Deku needed better wife material because that's how she felt. Asui could cook for her entire family. She sighed.

"Sugar? Don't all cookies have sugar in them?" Bakugou asked. Dammit. He shouldn't have. Late at night, perhaps, his guard had dropped.

"Oh, I know it by heart," Uraraka proudly smiled over her shoulder. "Could you pass me the eggs? 3 of them." Going into the pantry, she grabbed a frilly, pink apron by the mere force of habit.

Bakugou muttered under his breath about how he didn't like to take orders before he inevitably grabbed 3 of the 6 eggs from the fridge. When he turned around, he saw her. Cute and pink and frilly with a cloth of an apron that accentuated her oh-so-feminine bust and hips.

Boom. Crack.

The three eggs busted in his explosive hands. Running them to the sink, he cursed, "What? Don't tell me you're scared of getting a little food on you! What are you doing wearing that?!" His hot face steamed the water that he splashed onto his face before he went back to the fridge to try again.

Three eggs. He took a deep breath. He could handle that.

"Hey, you don't gotta be rude," complained Uraraka. Why did it anger him so much? "Just pass me some eggs. Do you need me to hold them?"

Instead of handing them to her like most boys would have with their crush, he pitched them like ping pong balls.

With her agility, she scrambled to catch each of them. "Bakugou!" she whined. "Cut it out!"

That's a hero for you.

Bakugou smirked, "Shut up! You got that stupid towel on you. What does it fucking matter?" A haughty snicker in his throat, he grinned.

Dashing for the sink, she grabbed the hose and aimed it at him. "I swear Imma shoot ya," she promised with a light giggle. What a jerk.

...

Midoriya lost track of time when he went out with Asui. He hadn't broken curfew since moving there. How could he be the number one hero if he missed curfew?

When they approached the corner near the kitchen, Asui pulled him back to hide. What were Bakugou and Uraraka doing at that hour? She couldn't let her friend see her return with Midoriya at that hour!

"Why are you hiding?"

Bakugou violently whipped a bowl of butter and sugar while Uraraka poured flour into a measuring cup. His elbow bumped her arm, and he barked, "Klutz!" Before laughing at her blunder.

She laughed, too.

Midoriya was not sure what that meant, but they looked like they were having fun. Although his old friend had moments where his body grew stiff, his sunken shoulders and relaxed smirk indicated a rare aura of happiness between the two.

Asui hoped that the scene meant that her relationship with Bakugou had improved. She wanted a clear and guilt-free pathway to build something with Midoriya. She could hardly say that she liked him, and he was too dense to understand simple implications.

"Tsu," he called.

She put her finger to his lips and blinked at him. Asui whispered, "Ribbit."

What did that even mean? Midoriya internally groaned until he realized the contact. His eyes widened and he straightened his back against the wall. "T-Tsu," he moaned.

Asui stared into his eyes for a few moments until the touching became too much for her to handle. Her racing heart and sweaty hands threatened to break her calm facade, so she released him.

She insisted on hiding.

No way! Did Asui like Bakugou? His heart sank until he decided to ask, "Do you like Bakugou?" He knew not to get his hopes up, but he wondered how that would affect their time together. Also, he probably vented too much about the blonde's developing relationship with Uraraka.

Before Midoriya could spiral down a whirlpool of doubt, Asui stopped him. "I like you," she admitted clearly and all at once.

She needed to drive the wedge, but she wondered if their friendship would collapse because of her tactless declaration.

Midoriya twitched and whimpered and panted in response. His red face complemented his dark, green hair. "Gah? L-Like a friend, right?" he assumed! He couldn't allow himself to jump to conclusions.

Twisting the metaphorical knife, she sighed, "More than a friend, ribbit." How many times would she have to confess before he understood?

His heart hopped from his chest as his panting quickened. "Hah? What? Asui, you couldn't be saying that," he cried. Literal tears dripped from his eyes. A girl - not any girl but cute Tsuyu - confessed to him like it was nothing. This had to be a dream. "Tsu, am I dead?"

Tsuyu sighed and rolled her eyes. He was making too much noise. She rolled her eyes, and pushed him back towards the exit. His answer hardly mattered. No matter what, they could not be together until Uraraka gave them her blessing. That's what having a friend meant in this love triangle situation. So, her trembling mouth did not fret rejection.

"Let's go," she suggested.

"W-Where? Oh, right, I have to answer." What would his answer be? The confession disoriented him. The only reason he had not thought of her as more than a friend was that he thought someone like him could only have girls as friends. What was love? Was it what Bakugou and Uraraka had?

Asui frowned, "No, you don't."

...

Cookies placed and baking in the oven, Bakugou sat on the counter while he watched Uraraka clean up the dishes.

"I wanna lick the spoon," announced Uraraka.

"And get salmonella? Don't be stupid."

Grabbing the spoon, she taunted as she waved it in front of her face, "I'm washin' the dishes, so I get to lick the spoon. That's how it works."

Bakugou snarled, "Shut up." His eyelids sunk as he watched her pink tongue caress the convex side of the black, silicone spoon. He pressed his tongue against his teeth.

"Yummy," she mumbled with her protruding tongue. Though the sweet dough satisfied her curiosity, stroking her tongue against the utensil in front of Bakugou had a new, lurid connotation. Uraraka frowned, "Dontcha think we should talk about the kiss?"

Bakugou nearly fell from the counter. Just in time, he jumped down and regained his footing on the floor. "What?" exclaimed the young hero with a tomato painted face.

How could she bring it up so easily?

Crossing her arm over her chest, she hugged herself and sighed, "I'm not mad anymore, and I know it was an accident. I just can't stop thinkin' 'bout it."

She only wanted to dispel the tension in the room. Why did licking a spoon in front of him have to feel conducive to his attention? Or, rather, seductive.

Bakugou silently cursed her audacity and bold demeanor. He marched across the kitchen to the sink. "I'm your first kiss, right?" asked the blond. That curiosity had been weighing him down ever since. He furrowed his eyebrows and averted his eyes when he asked.

Oh, why did he have to be such a weirdo? Slowly, she nodded, "Y-yeah."

With a thumb pointed to his chest, he declared, "And I haven't swapped spit with anybody else neither."

Uraraka looked at the tile floor as she leaned back against the sink. "So what are you sayin'?" asked the trembling girl. She held the spoon up to part their faces.

He slipped his tongue across his lips and stroked it against the concave side of the spoon. "It means something is there that can't be undone, alright? So get over yourself."

His crimson eyes melted her. As he leaned closer towards her, he stared her down to nothing. Every inch of her body heated under his leer and the pulsing of her heart rattled her to the core and beneath the rim of her short pajama shorts.

Ding.

Uraraka gasped and whacked Bakugou's nose with the spoon. "Cookies are ready!"

"Mother fucker. What was that for?!"

Opening the oven door, she hardly felt the wave of heat that pushed against her face. "What did he mean when he said 'don't go?'" she silently wondered. Without thinking about the safety of the situation, she reached for the cookie sheet with an exposed hand.

"Uraraka!" shouted Bakugou before he snatched her from behind by the waist. "Your hands are your future. What the fuck are you doing? You could have burned yourself, you idiot."

She panted. What did he mean when he said don't go?!

The anti-gravity hero didn't realize what happened until Bakugou pulled her back and released her. She touched her face before fleeing to the corner.

"What is your problem?" He complained as he dressed a hand with an oven mitt and retrieved the cookies.

"Sorry," she quickly apologized. Her hand dropped down to rub her abdomen where he had grabbed.

Bakugou scoffed, "Don't go losing your shit again." She scared him with her carelessness.

Neither of them said another word before they went back to the couch in the commons to eat. Bakugou had loaded the goods onto a bright red plate while Uraraka poured herself a glass of milk.

Bakugou figured she would have left by then. Cold sweat coated his palms as he held the plate of cookies. He felt like he would burst beyond a point of return.

Uraraka bravely or foolishly stuck around. She wouldn't have been able to sleep with the unanswered mysteries that heavily weighed on her heart.

The silence bothered neither of them. They could spend an entire train commute without even a word, but the strange current that rushed through Bakugou's thighs when Uraraka reached for a cookie from the plate startled both of them.

Naive as she was, the brown haired girl thought she could talk over the screaming tension. "These cookies are amazing! We make a good team," she hummed and chewed as her cheeks filled with joy. "I didn't know you liked cookies, too. Tough guys like you always complain about sweets."

Bakugou ground his teeth and dug his elbow into the arm of the couch as he shoved several cookies into his mouth. He grumbled, "Are you saying I'm not tough?!"

She sighed in return. Of course not, but there was no point in counteracting that. "Um," she stammered. "I'm glad that we can talk like normal. Maybe we can find fun stuff to do together on nights like this. Do you like board games?" she suggested. Tipping her glass, she drank cold milk.

Then part of her eager and alert chocolate eyes yearned to catch a glimpse of that enticing and phenomenal gentleness in Bakugou's face again. The perilous curiosity kept her glued to the cushion of the pillow.

Their eyes met.

There it was. The look of warmth that drained her breath and spiked the temperature of the room.

She gulped.

Bakugou could not resist her gravitational pull. The atmosphere between them anchored him to her. That kiss had to mean the world or nothing at all, and that night he set out to find her answer.

The ceramic plate dropped to the floor without shattering. Bakugou pounced Uraraka by pinning her down and across the couch.

Her glass of milk floated above them.

"Kiss me," she thought but did not say. And she cursed herself for allowing such a wish to cross her mind - denial of the strongest kind. A surreal serenity replaced the fear she knew she should have had as she slowly exhaled.

Somehow, he must have heard her. Perhaps his novice dexterity led to a slight hesitation, for all he knew was that he wanted her. Tasting the supple skin of her hot neck, he stroked his tongue up to the plump lobe of her ear.

Why was she so god damn sweet?

Her sharp, short moan sang from her lips. He never knew he waited his life for such a tune.

Pleading, she reminded him, "I love Deku."

"Yeah, I got that," he grunted into her skin.

Was she foolish enough to end up in this situation? Was crazy enough to go this far? Even if he calculated every step that led to this, she felt like she had reached her goal in a maze rather than wandered into his trap.

"You don't even like me." Was she more upset that she kissed someone that didn't like her? Or about Deku? The lines had blurred, and she could not clearly see. "You're just trying to take me from him."

He hungrily pressed his lips against the trail that his tongue had left until he got to her collarbone before he somehow halted to answer, "Last time I checked, he never had you. And he never will." A snide chuckle erupted from his chest as he continued through hot breaths to place kisses down her shoulders.

Just like he needed.

He deliberately and relentlessly continued kissing her as she softly moaned. Between the tangled signals and mixed up legs, he could only hope that her audible pleasure meant something deeper and mutual and fucking special.

His teeth graze but did not bite - he could control himself to that extent. Though, when he glanced up at her plump, moist lips, he understood the irresistible allure of her.

Uraraka pressed her hand to his chest. A place of interest and curiously dragged it down his body to feel the muscular rises and ridges. Tightening her thighs, she squirmed and gazed into his ruby eyes to send a clear message of desire.

So Bakugou gave into his temptation and hovered his lips above hers. Her short breaths cut across his skin.

She closed in the distance. She grabbed onto his back! This was all her, and he could not be happier. Inquisitively, she pressed her tongue past her teeth and his before meeting the flavor of him.

The tip of his tongue tenderly stroked hers.

Sweet. Warm. Hot. Soft. A deep craving she had had all day long. A need they may have had their entire lives only to indulge in that night.

Uraraka moaned and caressed his hot cheeks all the way up to his messy, blond hair. The massive and euphoric sensation dazzled her from the friction of them to the pressure between her thighs to the magnetic contact of their lips.

How could he make her so happy?

Sharply, he snapped awake to the hot tears that fell from her eyes against his cheeks. "What? You want me to stop?" he asked as he respectfully pulled away. "You were enjoying this a second ago." God knows he was.

"No, I wasn't," she protested in a shaky whimper.

"Fucking fine. Fuck off if you want to," he shooed as he sat up on the couch. How the hell did he get ahead of himself? If she never talked to him again, he'd understand. It didn't matter what he thought he saw, he obviously wasn't thinking straight.

"No, I wasn't," repeated Uraraka in a sob.

Bakugou slowly turned back to face her. Just who exactly was she trying to convince? "I don't give a shit what you say now. I stopped, okay?"

Uraraka just wanted a pleasant night of hot cookies and cold milk to forget about the humanity in Bakugou. But he always had to dig up the most heinous parts of her. She sat up and scooted to the opposite side of the couch. "Bakugou," she whispered.

"Hah?" he asked as he lifted an eyebrow. Why was she still there? Why had she stayed by his side for nearly the entire day?

"I just want to forget and continue being your friend. I thought because of earlier - you were different, but you still want to claim me."

Bakugou thought to protest, but he would say anything to keep her from leaving. He couldn't let go. "Fuck being friends," he declared. At least, not just friends. Under his breath and looking away, he said, "We're going to get married."

"Why did you do that just now?"

"I-If you want to forget, then you gotta stop asking questions. Let's change the topic," he convulsed and trembled as heat and sweat coated his skin.

If it were something as simple as he wanted to hurt her or get back at Deku, he would have claimed so and proudly. But, he was right, she needed to drop it. Rubbing her neck, she wondered why she didn't stop him. Why her body tingled like diamonds in the sky to that very second.

Why her shortened breath still pulsed from her chest like it did.

Why she closed in the distance.

Is this something she could forget? Thinking about Deku helped her. "We don't gotta be friends, but let's just go back to normal." The only way to get accustomed to him would be to be near him. "And don't try anything funny again. Promise?" To tame him.

Normal? He'd be fine with anything. "Hah? Funny? I don't joke."

Uraraka's special talent aside from resisting gravity was breaking the tension. "How do you make a hot dog stand up?" she asked before pausing even though she knew he wouldn't respond. "You steal its chair."

"Pft!" coughed Bakugou as he hid his mouth.

He liked that? "You laughed!" Uraraka cheerfully exclaimed. She needed to build a tolerance to his tumultuous personality or else she'd never be able to think straight around him or resist him.

"No, I coughed. There's a difference!" Bakugou protested. Looking at the girl, she didn't seem hurt at all. Her eyes filled with the moonlight from the window, and her cheeks radiated her healthy pink. The mood, her energy, seemed happier than before, in fact. Was she really that strong and resilient? Or did none of that affect her? Maybe he simply wanted to believe that she enjoyed their second kiss.

Uraraka glanced down at the cookies. "We made such a mess," she yawned. In more ways than one. Looking up, she gazed at the floating glass of milk and reached up to catch it and pull it back down to Earth.

He glanced over at her reach for the ceiling. Uraraka's arms stretched to the air as she hopped in place to grab the milk and return it to the coffee table in front of them. When she sat back down, she landed closer to him. He realized the warmth that he had longed for in those short moments apart.

She yawned again.

"Don't tell me you're going to fall asleep," he smirked.

Uraraka shooed the thought as she reclined back onto the couch and sighed, "No, I'm fine. I'm just going to close my eyes for a second."

Her ample chest heaved into a slower rhythm than before, but Bakugou did not find that arousing. Rather, he found it undeniably and incredibly beautiful. And as her eyes gradually closed, he took the opportunity to admire her. A tickling snore emerged from her pink lips.

When she slid to rest her head on his shoulder, he bit his lip and clutched his arm to prevent kinetic reaction or the slightest sound from escaping his throat.

Bakugou could study every inch of her face, shoulders, neck, arms, and he savored every bit.

Her pure skin. Part of him regretted tainting her. Was his body heat enough to warm her? Hesitantly, he put an arm around her. If anyone disrupted this moment, he'd kill them.

Someone sneezed. And it wasn't him, and it wasn't her.

So then, that someone would die.