Special Maneuvers
by Spunky0ne and Yaoihime420
(HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VERO!)
Still slightly winded, her body weary from several hours of exertion, Ochako exited the training area and headed for the showers, her mind still focused on the afternoon she'd spent working tirelessly on using her new cable apparatus. She was sure there wasn't a muscle anywhere that didn't ache and she'd rather sleep than shower, but she managed somehow to shed her clothing and step in under the blazing hot spray. She was grateful for the fact that she'd stayed long enough that she was alone and could moan and groan to her heart's content without making anyone worried.
She breathed the steamy air in deeply, pushing away the stresses of training and letting the adrenaline seep out of her, splashes of water tracing the surface of her flushed face and running down the soft curves of muscular shoulder, round breast, firm, round bottom and strong thigh.
I have a long way to go, but I won't stop trying to get stronger.
That's what Deku would do.
Thinking of her determined friend and all of the challenges he had faced and overcome gave her a feeling of returned energy to commit to her task. But although it was Deku who always inspired her to keep going, there was another student whose raw power and drive to succeed motivated her in another way.
Because she was sure it wasn't that she wanted to be like Katsuki Bakugo. No, that wasn't it at all.
After taking him on in the sports festival, all I've wanted is to find a way to be strong and smart enough to beat him!
She closed her eyes, taking slow breaths and replaying her training in her mind, picking over the little details. There was always something to work on, and this time was no different. She made a mental list of things to work on as she continued to bathe, setting goals for her next training session, all focused on that one thing.
I want to be strong enough to beat Bakugo, or I at least want to be smart enough to beat him without being more strong or powerful. Mr. Aizawa has already taught us a lot of things, and one of the most important things he has taught us is that it doesn't have to be power that earns a win for us. Sometimes it's possible to have less power, but to use things like stealth and intelligent strategies to overcome someone who's stronger. I don't think my power is ever going to be at Bakugo's level, but…I can work at finding a way around that!
She finished bathing and dried off, mulling over things as she dressed, then she headed back out of the girl's locker room. Immediately, she noticed little tremors and echoes of explosions betraying the presence of the guy she'd just been thinking about. Curious, she moved quietly in the direction of the training room where Bakugo seemed to be practicing.
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Harsh breaths made Bakugo's muscular chest heave as target after target in front of him exploded, breaking apart into showers of smoldering debris that rained down onto the training room floor, then swirled for a moment, regaining their shape before floating upward and orienting on him again.
"Damn it! Damn it! DAMN IT!" he seethed, "DIE!"
Even with his bracers absorbing most of the force, his hands, arms, and shoulders ached from how hard he'd been pushing himself. Sweat burned and stung in his eyes, also sticking his training uniform to his heavily smudged skin. He realized he'd lost track of how long he'd been training at that one maneuver, but he found it didn't matter.
What matters is mastering this new move so I can trash that shitty Deku.
Deeper inside, he knew all too well that most of the anger that he focused on his rival was just him being pissed at his own weaknesses.
"Tch!" he scoffed, panting harshly and dropping onto the ground to stumble over to his backpack.
He retrieved a bottle of water from inside it and drank little sips as he reconsidered his strategy. As soon as his body calmed somewhat, he gathered himself and focused on his task again.
"Little fucking nerd!" he snarled as he tried the move once more. It didn't go how it was supposed to, but the target was still blown to pieces before regenerating.
"It's not enough, DAMN IT!" he snapped.
His mind filled with images of Deku's powerful smashes, of Todoroki's polished ice moves and meticulous strategy.
I'm going to squash them!
I'll crush them ALL!
There'll be no doubt then who is the strongest.
Bakugo tried the move again, almost getting it perfect. But a heavy shock reverberated up his right arm from the impact of his explosion, and he yowled in agony as the entire arm throbbed viciously.
FUCK!
Shaking his arm like he could expel the pain out by sheer will, Bakugo braced himself, then launched into the move one last time. Explosions rocketed him at the targets as he brought his hands up and set off a powerful eruption he intended to call Sonic Boom.
It exploded beautifully, demolishing every target so not even a splinter was left.
"Hell yeah!"
Unfortunately, the backlash of the explosion made his right arm feel as if it were exploding. Focused on the pain, he couldn't stop himself, his momentum carrying him through the regenerated target and into a violent tumble on the ground.
Aw shit…
When the world stopped spinning, he was laying on his back like a starfish, his right arm throbbing and tingling in a way that meant he would definitely have to see Recovery Girl soon.
But I've got this move now.
"Fuck yeah! Take that, shitty nerd!" he shouted, pumping his left arm in victory.
He had all of ten seconds to enjoy his victory, then his vision clouded and he lost consciousness entirely.
Bakugo would never know how long he was out, but he would always remember the soft hand patting his cheek that brought him out of the darkness. He struggled to open his eyes, swirls of color and light resolving into the concerned and oddly upside-down face of Ochako Uraraka. The buzzing in his ears cleared, slowly transitioning into the sound of her voice.
"C-can you squeeze my hand or something, to let me know you hear me?" she asked, her voice so garbled to his distorted hearing that he could barely understand.
Huh?
She moved around so that her face looked right side up again.
"Ugh…" he grunted.
He realized the hand not patting his cheek was clasping his, squeezing gently as if to demonstrate how it was done.
Oh...
He squeezed her hand to show he was conscious, and she smiled down at him.
"Okay, now sit up."
"D-don't tell me what to do," he grumbled, swaying dizzily as he complied.
"Just trying to help," Ochako answered, not losing an ounce of her anxious cheerfulness.
Bakugo moved shakily, hating the weak trembling of his limbs. He caught a clean, spicy scent.
She must have just showered, but here? Was she training late too?
Somehow, the soft scent of cinnamon reminded Bakugo of how much trouble she'd been to defeat at the stupid Sports Festival. He was taken back for a moment, recalling flashes from that strangely annoying battle.
There was something in the normally cheerful girl's expression, a seriousness that he wasn't expecting. He pretended to ignore how she was already getting under his skin, just looking like she was seriously going to fight what she must know was the inevitable outcome.
I'll crush her.
But somehow, despite that being his plan from the start, Ochako seemed to have other ideas, and while he batted at her, knocking her off her feet repeatedly, even destroying the PE jacket she used as a decoy, she…kept…getting…back…up.
I guess she looks good if she just dodges and survives awhile before I take her out with a good hit.
He couldn't have been more wrong…and as he realized the trap she'd set for him by keeping low to the ground and forcing him to break it, he had to appreciate that there was definitely more to this girl than met the eye.
Deku probably came up with that annoying strategy. It seems like something the nerd would think up.
He was surprised to find out later just how wrong he was about that also.
She's smart, fast…a pain in the ass to fight.
Though he'd break his own arm before admitting it.
Oh wait, I already did that...
With a grunt, he pushed himself to his feet, favoring his right arm as discretely as possible. He saw Ochako reach for him and growled at her reflexively.
"Save that shit for someone that needs it."
"Erm…sure."
Bakugo took all of two steps before his legs betrayed him, buckling and causing him to stagger like a drunk. He found himself leaning on a warm, sweet and spicy smelling shoulder, breathing harshly. His legs were shaking, and he knew he should be fucking furious that he was weak and having to lean on someone... but Ochako wasn't mocking him. She smiled and helped him straighten up, reminding him why he respected her - she was trying to improve and get stronger, too. She was putting just as much effort into her training as he was, if not more.
He shook his head as he began slowly walking in the direction of the dorms, only for Ochako to frown at his awkwardly hanging right arm.
"Aren't you going to see Recovery Girl? Your arm looks…"
Bakugo shook his head again.
"Not now. Later," he grunted, "Now, I just wanna sleep."
He could sense her hesitance, her urge to argue that he should seek the healer before going to bed, but she held her peace, only walking silently at his side as he left the arena. When he scowled at her, she shrugged.
"I'm going to the dorms, too. Might as well not walk alone, right?"
"I guess."
What else could he say?
"Were you doing more work with those cables you had built into your gauntlets?" he asked, trying to change the subject, "Is that why you stayed after class?"
"Yeah," Ochako chuckled, "They're really useful, once you get good at using them. I just need lots of practice."
She glanced over her shoulder at the building they had exited.
"I noticed you were working on something that looked new."
A little squeal escaped Ochako as Bakugo turned suddenly and backed her up to one of the trees that lined the path they were taking. One eye narrowed and he turned his head, glaring at her suspiciously.
"What? Were you spying on me? Gathering information to share with Deku?" he accused her.
"Huh? No! I was just curious," his classmate answered hastily, extending her arms to push him away and turning her head to avoid his angry gaze, "I told you why I was there. I didn't know there was anything secret about what you were doing."
"It's not a secret," Katsuki said gruffly, backing up.
She's blushing.
The realization ignited a twinge of arousal in his loins, but before he could do anything about it, a jolt of pain in his arm brought him back to the painful reality of his situation.
Fuck.
I don't wanna go to Recovery Girl. She's just going to scold me for being reckless and working my body too hard.
She doesn't get it.
I have to work hard so I can bury that little fucking nerd and be number one!
"Bakugo…"
"I'm not going to Recovery. I told you. I'm goin' to the dorm, so just leave me 'lone about it."
God, I sound pathetic!
He stumbled in the direction of the dorms, too tired and in too much pain to complain anymore, even when he felt the girl's arm wrap around him. To her surprise, he curled his own good arm around her, holding on as they approached the entrance to the dorms.
He heard soft sounds ahead of them and spotted two guys on the common room sofa, making out. Ochako made a little flustered noise and cleared her throat as he stopped and gritted his teeth.
"Oh," Ochako giggled nervously, "looks like we should maybe…"
"Hey!" Bakugo shouted, stepping forward and slamming the door open, "You know, you idiots do have rooms! Don't mess around in the damned common room, where everyone has to fucking see it!"
The two students on the couch sat up, staring at Bakugo and a now bright red Ochako.
"Um…hi, Deku. Hi Todoroki," she greeted them awkwardly, "Sorry…"
"Eh, we're the ones who're sorry," Deku apologized, "We weren't planning to make out in the common room. We came down to get a snack and…"
"I think they get it," Shoto sighed, coaxing his flustered boyfriend onto his feet, "C'mon, let's get out of their way."
"You're not in anyone's way," Ochako assured him, but Deku's eyes had focused more closely on Bakugo and widened with worry.
"Kacchan…"
"Shut up, it's fine!" Bakugo snapped, "I'm goin' to take a shower and when I come out, I'd better not find you making out in here again. Do it somewhere else!"
"Let's go, Midoriya," Shoto yawned, "We need to get to bed anyway. It's getting late."
Ochako watched as the other two boys left, then she turned her attention to Bakugo, who was stumbling towards the boy's shower room.
"I'm gonna make something to eat. You want anything?" she asked.
"Nah, too tired."
Her worry increased as he staggered into the boy's bathroom and shut the door. It stayed with her as she made a little snack and sat in the quiet common room, waiting for her friend to emerge from the bathroom. Her snack was swiftly consumed and she continued to wait, stealing glances at the door and at her watch until she figured too much time had passed and she should probably check on the stubborn boy hero.
We're not really allowed to go into the boy's room, but…
She looked around, wondering if she should bother Mr. Aizawa.
No, I'll just take a little peek to make sure he's okay.
She crept to the door, pausing to look around and to listen carefully before opening it. The area remained calm and quiet and eventually, her worry over Bakugo overcame any concerns about being caught. She slid the door open, swallowing hard as she slipped inside, then she closed the door behind her.
"B-Bakugo?"
She heard running water somewhere nearby. To her relief, she didn't see him drowning in the large, communal tub, as she'd briefly worried she might. Instead, he seemed to be taking a shower.
But if he's been in there this long…
She walked past the empty communal tub and into the shower area, where she spotted steam coming out from under the curtain that covered the entrance to the group showering room. Moving the curtain just a little, she peeked in and gave a little gasp as she caught sight of Bakugo, sitting on the tiled floor with two shower jets pointed down at him.
"Um…Bakugo?" she called, choking on the words, "Are…are you okay?"
He didn't answer. Did I just not say it loud enough?
"Bakugo?"
She opened the curtain wider, watching him for any sign of a reaction, but his eyes remained closed and she only heard a little groan escape him as she made her way to him, carrying a towel she grabbed on the way in.
"Hey…"
Suddenly, Bakugo's red eyes opened and widened at seeing her in front of him, holding out the towel and turning her head away, so that she wouldn't be caught looking.
Ochako froze for a moment, expecting him to start yelling at her. She almost jumped out of her skin a moment later, when the towel was tugged gently from her hands. Her legs went weak as he answered.
"Thanks."
"Oh, no problem," she said, calming slightly, "Did you pass out again? I mean, I waited for awhile and you didn't come out."
"Yeah," he admitted, moving closer to her and backing her up slowly to the wall, "I might've passed out for a minute, but I'm fine now. Don't worry, okay?"
Ochako was highly aware he'd positioned himself so that she couldn't get to the curtained door without going around him. She held perfectly still, her breathing shaky and her heart pounding so hard she was sure he had to hear it. It almost jumped out of her chest as two fingers slipped under her chin and raised it. He moved in closer, until their lips were almost touching.
"You're not gonna tell anyone, right?" he asked, breathing in her warm, pleasant scent.
"Ah…about you passing out? N-no," she promised, "but I still think you should…"
Her words stopped abruptly as her mouth was suddenly, firmly captured and possessed by his.
Bakugo was careful to keep the pressure light at first, brushing their lips together to see what her reaction would be. When she made no objection and even leaned into the kiss, he deepened it, running a hot tongue along her lips, teasing for a moment before plunging in deep, smirking as her fingers dug into his shoulders and her tongue eagerly returned the teasing. His right arm still being useless, he couldn't fully embrace her, but he placed his working hand on her hip as he pressed forward.
God, her breasts feel so good, pushed up against me like that!
I don't think I've ever felt anything so soft.
He drew back slowly, ending their kiss and holding her spellbound with an unusually warm expression.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this here," he suggested, his cheeks coloring very slightly as he realized his lower body was still touching her, and she had to be very aware he was aroused.
"Ah, y-yeah." Ochako stammered, stepping back.
Despite his determination to be the strongest and to not rely on anyone, ever, Bakugo's jaw clenched at how awful it felt when she pulled free of him. Reeling, he almost forgot the pain that still throbbed in his arm.
"But…you're looking really pale, like you might pass out again."
"I told you, I'm…"
"You're not fine and you know it," his classmate said in a voice that managed to sound determined, but very decidedly not bossy, "If you want me to go anywhere else with you, we're going to call Recovery Girl."
"No."
"Now."
He meant to argue, but found himself unable to object as his good hand was captured and she gave it a little tug.
"C'mon. We'll go back to your room and call her from there."
The words should have ignited his anger, but he felt strangely docile as she coaxed him out into the changing area.
"I should put some clothes on."
"Oh! Yeah," Uraraka laughed, blushing more deeply, "I'll be outside."
It hurt like hell and seemed to take forever to get his clothes back on. He was swaying slightly and so tired he could barely make it to his room. He sat down on the bed, saying nothing as his classmate summoned the nurse, who hurried over to examine him.
"Tch, you've been training too hard, haven't you?" she scolded him gently, "But don't worry, I'll fix this right up."
"Right," he mumbled sleepily.
He grimaced and was painfully aware of the funny look Ochako gave them as Recovery Girl's lips grew bigger, then extended and smooched his injured arm.
"Mmmmmmmmwah!"
"Ugh…"
He barely had time to react before the healing power sapped what was left of his strength and he collapsed into a deep sleep.
When he woke again, he wasn't sure how much time had passed. His head turned at the sound of a pen scratching on paper and he cracked an eye open. Ochako sat at his desk with her back to him, working on what he suspected was homework.
Shit, did I sleep all night and all day, then?
Damn it! I can't afford to get behind.
He started to get up, but laid down again hastily as a light knock sounded on the door. The chair that Ochako was sitting in scraped against the floor as she stood, then she glanced at him before walking to the door and opening.
"Ah, um…Uraraka," Todoroki's voice said uncertainly.
Go away, Icyhot!
"Hi Todoroki. Hi Deku," the girl greeted her friends.
"Hey there," Deku replied, sounding as rattled as Todoroki had, "Uh, we just came to see how Kacchan was doing. We were worried when he didn't come to class today. Is he okay?"
Ugh, go away, you morons! I don't need you checking in on me like some little kid!
"Oh, yeah," Ochako chuckled, "He just overdid it a little in training and needed some extra rest. I just came over to give him the notes from our classes today."
"Right, well tell him that we hope he's feeling better," Todoroki requested.
Get out of here!
"I'll be sure and tell him you stopped by," his more friendly counterpart answered.
Bakugo waited as the door closed, then yawned and sat up. Ochako startled, then smiled at him.
"You look better," she commented, "I um, brought you the notes from our classes today."
"Thanks," he grunted, yawning again.
"Todoroki and Deku…"
"I don't wanna hear about them," he said gruffly.
He didn't miss that she was staring at the plunging opening at the front of his barely fastened yukata.
"Can I see the notes?" he asked, making her blink and refocus on the papers in her hand.
"Y-yeah, sure," she answered, moving closer and offering the papers to him.
She sucked in a surprised breath, but gave no resistance as he grabbed her hand along with the papers and tugged her onto the bed.
"Thanks."
Her face seemed as though it must be flushing from the heat coming off of his as he leaned closer. Both forgot all about the notes, crumpling them carelessly as they closed the distance. Bakugo resisted the sudden urge to push her down, instead, wrapping his arms around her and pressing up against her soft, sweet breasts like he had the night before. A dizzying breath of her scent wafted up from between them and Bakugo wasn't sure if he was feeling his racing heartbeat, hers, or some pleasant combination as he sank deeply into her eagerly reciprocating mouth. His searching fingers played at the bottom of the tank top she wore beneath her gym jacket.
"It okay if I…?"
"Mmmhmm," she hummed against his lips, setting off a sharp reaction in his awakening loins.
"C'mere," he coaxed in a low, sexy drawl, tugging her onto his lap.
Too soon for going all of the way, but…I wanna make her feel good.
I wanna feel good.
He smirked at the slick feel of sweat on his palms and slid his hands under her tank top and up her sides, kissing harder and tugging on her hips, slowly grinding against her. Rough, warm fingertips followed the soft curves of her breasts, seeking the raised nubs and stroking them while he used the sweat on the tips to cause tiny explosions that made the girl in his lap squeak in surprise, then sink down further, pressing more firmly against him to increase the already heavy friction between them.
There's almost nothing between us, it occurred to his dazed mind, just a little bit of underwear…her stockings.
It'd be so easy to…
But even though it would have been easy, it didn't feel right. Instead, he turned and she rolled easily onto her back, spreading her thighs and running her hands down his back, caressing his bottom and wordlessly asking for him to push down harder against her. Chuckling, he pushed her shirt up and took aim on one erect nipple, teasing it with his tongue and enjoying the way it made her back arch and her body rise up against his. He took the blushing nub into his mouth, suckling and nipping teasingly as he thrust slowly against her, his hot, aroused member teasing her nether region until both were nearly breathless.
"Y-You're gonna make me…" he began, but it was already too late, and her hands were holding on tightly to his bottom as she pushed upward into him, "Damn!"
It was the most beautiful feeling he'd ever experienced, not just surrendering to the powerful spasms of his own orgasm, but to feel that she was right there with him, panting hard and moaning along with him, trembling and shuddering erotically.
It took him a moment to realize that they had risen off the bed and were now floating above it, their bodies still locked together. Ochako made a sudden sound of surprise.
"Release!"
"No, wait!" Bakugo gasped.
The two crashed down onto the bed, staring at each other for a long moment…before they started to laugh.
Perfect, he thought, looking into her eyes, wondering if he could get the words out. But Ochako's warm, happy expression told him in no uncertain terms that she already knew.