A/N: Hi lovely readers

This is Day #1 of Kacchako week! I'm so excited!

I'm coming in with a huge angsty bang! So be warned, this one is not a HEA!
I decided to do both prompts together for this one. Heatwave and mixtape. I came to a song on my writing playlist that I just could not get past. Even if it meant people were not going to like it. Inspired heavily by this song! See if you can guess what it is...

Anyway!
Enjoy Day #1! Hyacinth


Hyacinth

Memories were recordings, growing dull and changing each time they were recalled. Until one day they were an alternate reality of what really happened. For memories were just memories, of memories of memories.
Knowing this, Bakugou still allowed himself to recall the moment. Over and over and over and over again.

The visuals of ice cream dripping onto her fingers and the way she licked them off were most definitely etched into his mind. But, most likely the memory was much more heated than it originally had been.
Because his mind went there lately, and often.

Especially with her.

For years he had himself convinced he did not experience damn butterflies every time she laughed, entered a room or smiled at someone. He told himself he never thought of her all day when she had simply changed perfume.
Truth was, he had been smitten with her from almost day one. Right with her in this exact moment, he was finally in a place to accept what was deep down inside him. He had always known he would end up with these feelings for her.

He couldn't remember the movie they had just seen - no scene, no actor, no feelings it brought up or encouraged. Nothing. It didn't matter anyway, it was far from important. As they strolled down the street, muggy air hung around both of them like an unwanted blanket. A record heatwave sent people out into the streets. Trying to cool themselves off in the hot Tokyo air.
Maybe it was something about that sauna-like aura around them, provoking him into action. He just couldn't take it anymore. The build up had been going on for weeks, the sexual tension - for him at least - was palpable.
Screw the social norms and his own feelings on PDA.

He stopped mid-stride. Causing her to awkwardly look around toward him while still trying to devour her strawberry ice cream cone.

"Bakugou, what's wrong?"

"I like you." He said, plain as day.

Thick lashes flashed as she blinked wildly. Trying to soak in the doubled meaning words. Her mind, behind her eyes, working overtime.

"I like you too," she finally said softly.

"No, I'm mean... shit! I like you Ochako."

Finally landing on the implication of his words. Her eyes blazed alight, shining a shocking look of elation into his gaze.
Inspired by her subconscious reaction, he continued to spew out his inner thoughts.

"I like you as in... want to press you up against that fucking wall right there, and kiss you until we both pass out, kinda like ".

Her already rose-stained cheeks flashed brazenly under the street light.

"Bakugou…" she whimpered, dropping the ice cream from her mouth.

Both of them existed in a weird space for a few moments. Both holding melting desserts, unable to move, or even say anything. Only staring at each other as the moment dulled.

"Well I like you too." Ochako finally blurted out. Her voice dropped off. "I… I admire you so much. I have for a long time. Your determination and strength, and your kinda spunky, but I was sure you thought of me like some stupid little girl," she said, words becoming more bold again as she finished her sentence.

In two quick steps he was in her space. His ice cream splat on the ground as large, firm hands wrapped around her face.

His lips collided with hers, while she made her urges known with the weight of her body against him. As soon as he parted his own lips, her tongue was inside his mouth.
Groaning eagerly at her enthusiasm, Bakugou wrapped his fingers into her hair and pulled her closer. While her own fingers searched his bare skin. Soft hands grabbed at his arms, his torso and then hung around his neck. Looking for the perfect place to squeeze out her feelings.
Desperately he ravaged her mouth with his tongue. Only breaking their passionate embrace to ask her one thing.

"Will you be my girlfriend, Cheeks?" He asked.

Her face swooped into a cheeky smile as she bit down on her already-red lip.
God , he never wanted to stop kissing her.

"Yes," she whispered, just for him.

After that moment he knew he had found her. The very last woman he would ever kiss.
She was his, and he was hers.

That night was hot, in more ways than one. Sleep was the last thing on their minds until well into the early morning.
But the heat didn't let up. As the sun peeked over the buildings the next morning, casting long shadows over the city. The air was growing humid again, not even a minute of reprieve was felt all night.

"Let's go swimming, get out of this stuffy city!" She groaned from the bathroom after breakfast, her swimmers already on.

His first instinct was to ask her exactly how she planned on getting there without three sweaty bus trips and a train ride. That was until his brain ran across a certain fact he had forgotten.

The last thing his girlfriend (fuck it was still weird saying that) said to him was a threat. That if he took too long she was flooding the apartment to create her own pool. He was forced to smirk by her brazen little joke, thoughts contemplating what he would do to her if she even tried to flood his pristinely furnished, highly sought after apartment.
Leaving to go to his parents house via the subway, he returned even quicker with the four borrowed wheels of his father's prized possession, calling Ochako who was still up in his apartment.

"Lucky, I was about to start by flooding the bath…"

"Come downstairs, bring towels, drinks and some food."

"Bakugou? What are you up to?" She giggled.

"Hurry up, or I'm leaving without you."

He hung up as her squeals began down the other side of the phone. Not long after the blasting shrieks were being echoed out the front of the apartment block. Causing more people to turn and look at him than he would ever be comfortable with.
If he had known how much she loved old convertibles, he would have used the car to score brownie points a lot fucking sooner.

"Your dad has an Eldorado? I love Cadillacs!" She continues to squeal, jumping straight into the passenger side without even touching the door. Bags, towels and all.

The wind was still non-existent. But driving along the highway, top down, it felt as if the wind was pushing the car along. Allowing the hot air to sink further to the earth as the rest of the city melted under it. She threw her hands up and howled with pure, unadulterated joy beside him. Her smile was infectious, getting into his blood and warming his skin more than any fucking heatwave could.
As her arms reentered the car and landed on her lap, he couldn't waste the opportunity. Grasping her completely with his huge fist and bringing her tiny hand up to his lips. A soft kiss planted on her skin awarded him another smile. A tiny voice inside scolding him for being so damn, fucking corny. But he really didn't give a shit.

Not today. Today he was finally living a daydream he had indulged in many times over.

Arriving at their alleviating destination, it became apparent the whole of the city had the same idea. Parking was a bitch, but they managed to find a shady spot a little further from the hustle and bustle of the main car park. Awarding them access to an equally shady quiet part of the nature infused playground.
The lake was large. Standing at its banks, it was hard to see all the way across it. Boats and other water vehicles were zooming around without coming close to each other.

"Over here Bakugou!" She shouted from a few steps behind him. "Let's go up there, I bet the view will be amazing!" Ochako grinned.


It took one day spent with his small, vivacious ex-classmate now girlfriend to realise this was the happiest he had ever been. Her body squeezed between his legs, body resting on his chest. Her weight an almost relaxing pressure placed on him. The rise and fall of her chest was a rhythm he found himself following along to, any anxiety or panic he had melted away.

The sky was gradually being painted with purple, pinks and orange tones before them. The sun finally easing up its intense barrage of heat and ebbing back down under the horizon. A cool breeze was softly picking up the muggy air from around them and pushing it further down the lake.

Maybe it was the sedative-like effect of her warm skin easing down his walls, or the beautiful nature porn before him. He was unable to stop himself turning her head while she babbled about some stupid blue hyacinth flower in her garden that she loved. Bakugou kissed her deeply.
Her squirming and giggling under him only excited him more. For the burning of her cheeks were an indicator of her consent and her thrill of his obvious desire for her.
Dominating thoughts of a life with her flooded him. Making his lips more desperate to taste her, consume her.

"Katsuki…"

Rumbling in his throat, he let a growl escape out to her lips. Not many called him by his first name. It was something he never knew he needed to hear from her.

"That sounds so fucking good coming from you," he said, kissing her softly.

Nipping playful at him, she took hold of his bottom lip with her teeth.

"Take me home, Kasuki!"

He did not need to be told twice.

As heat waves go, this one was not special. The four days before this one ended exactly the same way. As darkness fell, they had barely a few degrees of reprieve from the heat of the midday sun.
Cruising home with the top down, Ochako was a little less 'woo-hoo-y' and more introspective. Her body curled up in the seat facing away, as she watched the scenery wiz by. He hoped this was a good sign. It was rare she wasn't talking his ear off.
The months they had spent getting to know each other since reconnecting through work, were spent hearing every little detail of her childhood, right through her late teens and early twenties. He had hardly given her a background of his family members, but she had been ok with his hesitation.
Ochako had always understood him, understood what he was all about. Even in school.

"A little quiet over there Cheeks," He probed, keeping his eyes on the road yet glancing with his peripherals.

She turned to smile at him, reassuring him silently.

"Just thinking how wild last night, and today have been." She said, turning her body back towards him in the spacious car.

"Wild is one word for it," He smirked.

A small slap across his bare chest sounded inside the topless car. It only made him laugh harder.

"That's not what I meant! Meanie!" She laughed with him. "It's just, I had no idea you felt this way," She said, shrinking back into the seat.

He too wiggled in his seat. It was always awkward, conversations like this. Never one to reveal much about his inner thoughts, he was compelled to convince her that she was indeed, more than worthy of his teenage infatuation and adult hankering.

"You weren't ever…" He started.

No, that wasn't right. He turned to her for a second and was met with a confused look. Mixed in with a slight irked frown.

"You were an acceptable degree of irritating, and plumpness" He offered with another smirk. He was awarded another stinging slap on his skin.

"And you always…"

"Understood your mean, complicated ass!" She interjected. "You still are a massive jerk apparently!"

Well, yeah. He was mean and a huge jerk. He was promised things that didn't exist, told things about himself that weren't true. He was kicked in the ass, and he had a rude awakening with little support. While others seemed to have whole teams ready to go to bat for them, and he was left in the cold to figure it all out on his own.
He was a mean dude for a long time.
But she had been key to helping him through that.

"Yeah, I guess I was. But you always seemed to see through it. To see through me," He said softly.

He was sure she wouldn't have heard the last bit over the wind crashing into the old badass car. But her demeanor calmed and she went back to fidgeting and pressing her fingers together.
His intentional and honest answers always seemed to make her a little bashful.

"I guess I saw what others didn't. You had this big threatening aura, like you wanted to keep others out. And once I saw it, I wasn't scared of it anymore."

He felt his teeth flashing as he smiled. Completely uncontrollable but warm and nice.

"And that's what I appreciated about you. You had guts, I respected you."

"And then…" She said, her tone dropping low and husky.

"And then what?"

"And then…? She continued.

He glanced quickly at her again, the little minx had a look on her face he hadn't seen since the early hours of that morning, while she was naked in his bed.

"Tch. Yeah, I was infatuated, remember?"

She leaned in closer to him, her face turning and twisting. Making her appear to be even more of a naughty little temptress.

"Did you think about me when you? You know?" She winked, dropping her gaze to his crotch.

"You little shit," He said, jovially pushing her back down into her seat. "Sit down, stop fucking distracting me. Do you want me to crash?"

She laughed hard, obviously highly amused with herself.

"Yeah, yeah! You're so serious sometimes!" she said, pushing her hair behind her ears.

He couldn't help gazing at her again. She really was beautiful. Completely growing into her features. He could watch her all night and not get bored of how expressive her features were. Amber eyes conveying even the most nuanced of emotions.
Reaching down, he grabbed her hand again in his. The size difference was not lost on him. He enjoyed it immensely.
Raising her hand, eyes locked onto hers, he kissed her hand. She blushed furiously at his tenderness and smiled wildly.

The moment their eyes turned back to the road, their minds reacted to the visual information of the red taillights in front of them. Bakugou's arm sprung out intuitively.

"Katsuki!" Ochako screamed, piercing his ears while he swerved to the side.

Barely missing a car that was stopped dead in the middle of the road, he tried in vain to regain control of his Dad's cadillac.
All he heard before everything went black was exploding ground around the crashing car and the blood curdling screams of his girlfriend beside him.


Tapping, like footsteps running. Short sudden bursts came alive from the darkness. Hundreds of them. Next the flashing blue and red lights woke his senses. Allowing semi rational thoughts to engage his psyche once again. It wasn't people running after all.
No. The heatwave had finally broken.

It was raining.

Opening his eyelids felt like one of those dreams, where your legs are as heavy as a bus. Slow and excruciatingly non-responsive. Long drawn out blinks helped with the fuzziness.
People had surrounded the site. What were they doing? Maybe they were here to see the lights?
He could still make them out. But it was becoming harder to see them through the red haze that was surrounding him. Thoughts were becoming more linear by the second.

Hey, where was he anyway? Hadn't he been watching the sunset with Ochako?

"Ochako, " he murmured.

Well, he could still talk. This dream was turning out to be a little less frustrating than originally thought.

"Katsuki…" a small voice came from the red abyss.

Was that one of the people hanging around? How did they know my name? Searching with his eyes was proving to be futile in this current state. But other senses were telling him someone was right there. Outstretched arms allowed him to search with his fingers.
They suddenly were wrapped up in wet sticky hair. Even through the delirious state, he knew it was Ochako.

"Ochako?" He asked again.

A tiny whimper vibrated through the car. Like a wounded little animal. His heart clenched so hard he thought it was going to stop. Or worse. Burst open inside him. The car, that's right they had been driving. And…

He shot up, his senses crashing back into reality. Cold, hard fucking reality. His confusion faded along with the fuzzed out fog his mind had been shrouded in. They were both still in their seats, upside down. His neck pressed sideways as his head was pushed aside for more room. And blood, there was so much blood. Then he saw her.

Ochako.

Mangled and squashed under heavy metal. Her legs had completely disappeared from sight. Muscles were tensing, twitching and moving. As if to try and free her from her metallic tomb. Laying in a pool of her own blood she looked directly up at him. He knew it, just from one look at her.

"Katsuki… hold me," she said, chest heaving for air, while eyes bore into him wildly.

She was petrified. She was dying.

"Cheeks…" he cried out.

Unclipping himself, he allowed gravity to take over and drop his battered body to the ground beneath them. He wormed his way over to her, scooping her up in his arms as best he could.

"Hold me just for a little while." She murmured, her eyes glazing over.

The pain his heart was enduring was indescribable. A hand reached inside his chest, wrapped around it and ripped it violently from him. At least, that's what it felt like. Sobs erupted from him as he pushed her hair from her face. Blood covered her once bright features, while red and blue lights flashed over her dewy skin. Her dulling eyes searched him. Even now, as she lay terrified and dying. She worried for him.

"I'm leaving now," she whispered, trying her hardest to smile for him.

The cries hissed from his clenched jaw and pursed lips. Like hiccups of sorrow.

"I know Cheeks, I'll see you soon. Wait for me. OK?" He tried to force himself to stop sounding hysterical.

Another little smile was awarded to him. This time sincerely full of joy.

"I know babe, I'm so happy you finally asked me to be your girlfriend." She coughed. "You sexy doofus."

That smile, it set off bursts of horrible shock through his system. He was losing her, never again to hear her laugh. To touch her, to see her smile as he woke groggily next to her.

Bakugou closed his eyes, unable to hear anything else. He dipped his head, pressing his lips hard to hers. Weakly she attempted to kiss him back, yet it was in vain. Slowly her energy drained, she was at zero. Flopping limp, her whole body weight dropped in his arms. She was already going cold.

"Ochako!" He screamed.

Gripping her body for hours while rescue crews fought hard to free them. He didn't care, they could leave him there for dead. To fucking rot. He couldn't give a shit. Ochako was gone. His first and only sweet, gentle love. He was never getting any of her back.

Getting ripped from her was like losing her all over again. He heard soft, calming voices trying to bring him back from the edge. But it was no use. He was just as lost to them as she was.
Every single breath hurt, every moment alive was suffering. She was never coming back. His love, the one he pined for almost his entire life. Cruelly given to him for a few fleeting moments before being ruptured horribly and taken away for ever.

Ochako was gone.


The small little cross was weathered, as wood tended to become after years in the elements. A slight layer of moss growing on one side. Old and new tributes surrounded the makeshift shrine. Over the past fifteen years, each month he allowed himself a day to come and be with his long lost love. Like a ritual to help him cope and heal.

"I finally started that business I told you about a few years back. The one helping people flee domestic abuse. I sweep their cars, houses and devices. Make sure the stalkers aren't following them, so they can flee," he smiled. Knowing she would be proud of him. Her smile would be radiating right now. "Just thought I would tell you."

He bent down, resting his arms on his knees, flowers hanging softly from his grip.

"I miss you Cheeks, every fucking day." He said, tears pouring freely. "I've been good baby, really fucking good."

He coughed and wiped the tears away.

"I'll make good on that promise I made you. I'll see you soon Cheeks."

He smiled widely at all the kind, loving messages around. Happy she wasn't alone out here on the side of the road. She was surrounded by so much love and warmth. Looking down at the dark purple and blue flowers, he laughed. Laying them next to the cross bearing her name.

"I got you dark purple and blue hyacinth this time. They grow real nice in the back corner of my garden. I hope they are up to your standards Cheeks."

He stood back up. Wiping the final tears that dropped down his face.

"See you next time. Be good," he smiled as he turned and walked away.

Notes: So? Do you know the song? It's Last kiss by Pearl Jam