Author's Note:

My first Kacchako story!

I've love these two for so long but never wrote anything for them and wanted to change that.

I hope you guys enjoy this silly little drabble :)

Orange Juice

[Part 5 of the Interesting Attire series]

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Ochako took a seat at the small table in the dorm floor's shared kitchen space, excited to finally dig into the food she just prepared. Every Sunday morning she made sure she woke up before the others to make herself a nice breakfast before she went about her relaxing day off school. And today was no exception. She looked down at the scrambled eggs, slices of bacon, sausage links, and jam on toast, happy she decided on an American style breakfast today.

As she took her first bite, she heard a door open down the hallway. She was surprised someone was up at this hour. Especially after the shenanigans she heard her friends get into the previous night. Her eyes trained on the entryway into the kitchen slash lounge area, waiting to greet whomever was awake. Her eyes grew wide as she took in the tired-looking blonde coming out of the shadows.

Bakugou didn't acknowledge the girl sitting dumbstruck at the table. He just made his way over to the refrigerator and took out the orange juice before chugging it straight from the carton. He acted as if he didn't know he wasn't the only one in the room, even though he could clearly see Ochako out of the corner of his eye.

Ochako couldn't stop herself from blatantly staring at her classmate. And it wasn't in disgust because he refused to use a glass. It was because he was shirtless. And not just shirtless. Bakugou didn't have any pants on, standing before the open refrigerator in only a tight pair of grey boxer briefs.

He could feel her eyes on him as he finished off the thing of orange juice with a harsh gasp. When he removed his lips from the carton, he quickly glanced her way as if he'd known all along she was sitting there. Which he had, he'd just been ignoring her presence until then.

"What're you lookin' at?!" He bellowed in his usual aggravated tone.

Ochako squeaked, her cheeks flushing further at being caught ogling the ill-tempered blonde. "Nothing!" she shouted, waving her hands around anxiously. She turned back to her food and began eating again in an attempt to avoid embarrassing herself any more. She paused when a shadow fell over the table.

She lifted her head slowly. Bakugou was standing right beside her in all his almost-naked glory. Her eyes automatically trained on his defined abdominal muscles, moving down to the waistband of his underwear, then – before she could stop herself – over the significant bulge that was obviously his manhood. It's not like she wanted to be face to face with Bakugou's clothed penis. It was just there, right at eye level.

Bakugou noticed were the brunette was staring and couldn't stop his own blush from forming on his cheeks. He ran his hand through his hair gruffly, not knowing what to do and fully regretting his decision to leave his room in just his boxers.

"You goin' to the store today?" He asked suddenly, hoping to wipe that glazed looked from her eyes. Her staring was starting to stir things in him and he'd really rather she didn't see his dick twitch from the attention she was providing.

His question seemed to do the trick, pulling Ochako from her very impolite staring. "Huh?" she said dumbly, looking up at his face. She hadn't realized just how consumed she had been with her gawking. Her brain was struggling to catch up.

Bakugou banged the empty juice carton on the table, startling her. "We're out of orange juice," he said before turning and walking back toward his dorm room without another word. Ochako couldn't stop herself from watching his retreat, the term "bubble butt" having a completely different meaning to her now.

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When Ochako went back into the lounge later that afternoon to grab the grocery list, she hadn't expected Bakugou to be sitting on a stool as if he were waiting for somebody. She avoided his gaze – still completely mortified by her behavior that morning – as she grabbed the list off the refrigerator door and turned to leave.

Imagine her surprise when Bakugou stood up from his seat and followed her out of the building. She was even more shocked when she realized that she was the person he'd been waiting for as he walked silently beside her to the store, keeping a safe distance while she perused the aisles, their shared embarrassment keeping them both silent during the whole ordeal. But she didn't miss the blush on his cheeks when he placed a carton of orange juice in the shopping cart.

A/N: I am a sweet little cinnamon roll, so please be kind :)