Happy Birthday Bakugo! :) In his honor, a chapter in his POV. Enjoy!

Chapter 21

Bakugo could feel every muscle in his body tense in anticipation. Of what, he could not say with certainty. The cold cascade of water pounded into his back and raced down the rest of his body, causing an involuntary shiver to course through him. Although Bakugo typically took warm showers after his morning workouts, today, he had reluctantly leaned towards the freezing-cold type of shower.

Why? Well you see, his body had once again betrayed him. Every time he thought he had a handle on it, his brain replayed his earlier conversation –

"Oh, and you know how a female orgasm feels right?"

She had said, her face etching itself into a determined set of lines. A slow smile spread amongst her features. A challenge. His chaotic mind may have trouble discerning through his emotions most of the time, and especially when it pertained to her, but it always understood when it had been challenged.

That one lone smile pulsed through him like a shockwave. She's baiting you. She's laughing at you. No one laughed at him! No one dared. Yet, the implications of her words tugged at some more primal part of his inner psyche. He hopped off the island in a feeble attempt to regain his composure.

Still, like a cornered animal, Bakugo doubled over in his attempt to assert dominance. He had walked towards Uraraka with a sneer planted on his face. A thinly veiled attempt to intimidate. She had faltered under his gaze before, maybe if he encroached on her space she would retreat. He could still win this; whatever this was.

"Do you?"

He had said, his face mere inches away from hers. He could feel her warm breath tickling at his chest, sending another shockwave deep into his core. Despite this unexpected reaction at being so close to the petite gravity-quirk user, he held his ground, towering over her in an attempt to make her wither.

But of course, she didn't.

And he…he liked that she hadn't. He hadn't realized that he was simultaneously trying to intimidate her and…test her? Had she passed?

He wasn't sure. All he knew was that instead of backing down, Uraraka stood up. She entered what little space was left between them without fear. He could see the determination in her eyes. It was…Well, he didn't know what it was, exactly, but that hadn't stopped the electricity that spread through his nerves until they shook awake his most private member. He could feel himself starting to strain against his boxers. Their breaths mingled together until all his brain could concentrate on was her intoxicating smell.

"As a matter of fact,"

Her voice whispered against his jaw. Bakugo couldn't help but be entranced; his breath catching before he could take more of her in.

He couldn't think straight. What was he trying to do?

"I do."

She smirked up at him as her face inched closer to his. For a split second, Bakugo could feel his muscles contract and retract, readying to move. To move closer. Move-in towards her.

But Bakugo was a king at self-preservation and a small, but increasingly loud, voice from within starting ringing warning bells. He needed air.

Bakugo took a step back and looked away.

He couldn't get out of that kitchen quick enough.

He needed to think. This was already confusing enough; that was excluding the raging hard-on that he was currently sporting. No amount of freezing cold water seemed to assuage it.

Ms. Read-Porn-About-Sex-Slaves had all but admitted she was intimately familiar with the effects of an orgasm. And although his brain was trying to decipher the vast quantity of confusing emotions and thoughts that currently wrestled within him…his dick was completely focused on thoughts of Uraraka in the throes of passion.

Crude images of Uraraka naked, writhing and moaning, lips slightly parted in ecstasy, eyes glossed over as waves of pleasure crashed into her kept assaulting him. Every time he thought he had it under control, his dick was like…how would it feel if she came around me, wouldn't that be nice?

He felt like punching a wall.

Sadly, he couldn't afford to add another hole into the boy's restroom.

Somehow, someway, Bakugo managed to wrestle his cock into submission long enough to finish his shower, change, eat, and make it to homeroom. There had still been a couple of minutes left before the bell and Shitty Hair and Dunce Face were already inside, hovering around his desk. He grunted his acknowledgment of their presence and slumped into his chair. He still felt slightly on edge but he had control. He didn't like not having control of his surroundings and certainly not over his own body.

It was day one of their second-year as heroes-in-training. He had become aware of the small shift in his classmates. There was a small hum of enthusiasm that skirted around the edges of everyone's conversations. It was annoying.

This past year had been…well, it had been. Having to come face to face with his own shortcomings was not something he had enjoyed. In fact, he'd much rather had avoided it. The world was a bunch of extras and he could only trust himself.

But he had discovered that it could not be furthest from the truth. And he resented it. He still did.

He begrudgingly acknowledged (although he would never admit it out loud) that most of the extras in his class had had their moments. They could be useful.

He was still struggling to come to terms with the fact that he wasn't the only strong one…the only smart one…the only special one. His world kept getting bigger and every time it did, he seemed to lose whatever weak grasp on the control he thought he had up until that point. And there was this annoying little green blob of tears that would not stop…he was fucking relentless. It pissed him off. How had he become All-Might's chosen one? His whole presence at U.A. was like a slap to Bakugo's face. It felt like a giant fuck-you to his countless hours, over many years, of training his quirk so that he could even be accepted into the #1 ranked high school for heroics and All-Might's alma mater.

It was all increasingly frustrating and downright annoying.

He had to be number 1. The last thing he needed was for his stupid and childish crush to distract him from his goals.

And that's what this was. It was just a stupid crush. Albeit, it may be lasting longer than he desired and in the last couple of weeks had taken some weird twilight-zone turn, but that was neither here nor there.

He was determined to erase her annoyingly round cheeks from his consciousness for the remainder of his time at U.A.

He just didn't have the time.

Content with his decision, he finally began to relax. Well, as relaxed as he could be surrounded by idiots.

He slowly began tuning into Shitty Hair and Dunce Face's conversation (something about internships?) when they stopped talking and turned towards the door.

"Digging the new look Uraraka!" Dunce Face said suddenly, shooting a thumbs up. Bakugo tensed.

"Yea, it's really manly!" Hair-for-Brains added, shooting his signature all tooth smile.

He couldn't help it, he turned his head slightly to look at the direction Kaminari and Kirishima had turned too, and it was like being hit with a truck. The effect was sudden and blinding.

Now Bakugo had been forced under threat of death to watch shitty rom-coms before. His mother had insisted on "family night" once a week where they would eat dinner and then watch a movie together. They alternated who picked the movie and the old hag almost always picked a cheesy chick-flick. It was sickening.

He constantly scoffed at the losers on screen. The overproduced fluff when "the one" entered the scene made him want to vomit. The heart-thumping background noise that always seemed to be added screeched his ears. The way the camera zeroed into the chick as if to say the main dude's focus was her and only her seriously made him want to find and pummel the director. Nobody could cause such a visceral reaction. No one person could command another's senses so fully simply by just being.

And yet…

Here he was.

Heart thumping away at the sight of her.

Uraraka stood at the entrance of the now 2-A classroom a bit awkwardly. There was a small, but noticeable blush on her cheeks. Her hair was different…it looked kind of like she had it on the day of the dance. Not that he remembered or had paid attention or anything like that.

She had forgone the uniform jacket and apparently had decided that this would be the year that she no longer wore leggings under her skirt, opting for the long knee-high socks most of the girls wore. Being shorter than most of the girls, her socks went a little over her knee.

The changes were subtle, but the effects on Bakugo were profound.

She was rubbing the back of her neck and nibbling at her bottom lip in discomfort at the newfound attention.

"Aaah hahaha, mmm thanks?" She managed to mumble as she made her way towards her desk.

She's so fucking cute.

The thought startled him. Here we go again! He growled internally. He didn't have time for this.

He glared at Uraraka, annoyed that she would do this when he had already decided he was over his stupid crush. The intensity of his stare down seemed to work like a magnet, drawing her in towards him. She turned her face slightly and their eyes met. For a brief millisecond time seemed to stop, encapsulated in between the heat of their stares.

And then, he blinked and the moment was gone.

He tore his eyes back to the front of the class.

He didn't have time for this.

Class was about to start.