Chapter 27

Bakugo knew he had a reputation for being a bit of an asshole, a ticking time bomb if you will, but he'd disagree. He wasn't a ticking time bomb, everyone else was just infuriating.

How else was he supposed to react when tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum kept reminding him how hot Uraraka's new look was or how they kept insinuating that bird boy had a thing for his girl.

His?!

Where the fuck had that come from?

He had already set his mind on ignoring these ridiculous hormone-fueled "feelings." So why should he care who liked her or didn't?

"It's okay Tokoyami-kun, I don't think you're the only one who thought Uraraka-san looked pretty today." The insufferable green-headed nerd had said as he shot the quickest look in Bakugo's general direction.

See!

It was shit like that, that made him explode. He could give two shits about emo-boy, he just happened to be sitting directly in front of fucking Deku. How was he supposed to know that stupid shadow shit was going to go berzerk mode? Although, Bakugo wasn't going to lie and say it hadn't felt good to land a blast or two on birdbrain.

But that was beside the point.

What was the point?

He couldn't concentrate.

Uraraka was speeding down the track and why the hell was she wearing something so…tight!

Bakugo extended his leg out in front of him and tried to focus on the stretch instead of the beautiful girl who was currently approaching. Long since resigned to the fact that Round Cheeks was indeed pleasant to look at, he no longer balked at the nagging thought. If anything he had decided it meant that his body was working at peak perfection. His teenage hormones were operating as they should for a boy his age.

He heard the light tapping of her feet gliding over the track as she passed in front of him.

Ignore her.

The sound of her jogging stopped abruptly. He held his breath and strained his ears. Why did she stop? He was almost going to look up when he felt her approach where he sat on the ground. The muscles in his shoulders tensed in anticipation. He heard her shuffle a bit and then felt her kneel beside him. How was he supposed to ignore her when her knee was so close to his leg!

In a last-ditch move to put some distance, Bakugo pulled his leg back to him, balling his fists until the knuckles turned white.

"Bakugo," her voice cut through the piercing silence that hung between them, "Did I do something to offend you?"

Fuck! She sounded sad.

Bakugo had never felt more like an asshole than at this moment. It wasn't her fault his brain had decided that it would quietly obsess over her round face and sweet voice. And it definitely hadn't been her fault that he fantasized about tasting her lips again. Shit, she hadn't even been there when Deku and him had that big fight over winter break.

But he still had made her feel like she had done something wrong.

Bakugo quietly pulled both his knees up towards his chest and rested his arms atop them. Feelings were fucking exhausting and he did not understand why All Might and Deku were pushing him so hard towards acknowledging them.

Uraraka stirred next to him. Shit! She's leaving. Bakugo did not understand this base need to stop her but he felt panic settle in the pit of his stomach. He just knew that if she left whatever had been budding between them would wither for good.

"I'm going to finish my run. You can join me if you think you can keep up." Uraraka trilled, easing his anxious thoughts before he had the chance to do something truly embarrassing like run after her. With his nerves assuaged, his brain was able to register her taunt. Bakugo's eyes flared to life again.

"I'm faster." He said with unwavering certainty, the threat of a smirk ghosting his face.

"Sure, sure." She dismissed him lightly.

"I can run circles around you Round face!" He jumped onto both feet.

Uraraka giggled and he lost it. He had already made up his mind to put this whole crush thing to rest. He had already decided he didn't have the time for all this. So if she could keep her fucking adorable giggles to herself that would be great, thanks.

"I've already told you to stop laughing at me!"

"Are you going to keep shouting at me like a little bitch or are you gonna actually run?" She smirked before turning around and quickly taking off.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY!"

That little shit! Despite his previous declarations he couldn't help himself. Smiling like a mad man he ran after her. She was fast, but he was faster. He almost lamented how quickly he was gaining on her, if anything the view was better from behind. But he had to teach her a lesson.

"Eat dust Cheeks." He smirked as he breezed past her. They continued their chase and after a couple of minutes he heard her begin to lose some steam

"Giving up already?" He taunted but slowed down a bit to let her catch up. She smiled softly and Bakugo was once again assaulted with this desire to kiss her.

"Not a chance."

They raced down the track and Bakugo had never felt more at ease.

For the first time in a long time he tried to let down his wall a little and simply enjoy the bizarre situation he found himself in.

Humph. Thud. Humph. Thud.

The light grunts got louder the closer he got to the gym. Someone was hitting the bag hard and he was a little surprised to see that someone was Round Face, of all people.

After his unintentional display of emotions by the track, Bakugo had doubled down on his attempts to avoid her. Going down that route seemed a colossal waste of time and effort that surely could be spent becoming the number one hero.

He had been mostly successful. If it hadn't been for Shitty Hair bringing her up every time they were alone together he could almost pretend like every moment from the final day of exams until the day at the track did not exist. Almost.

It got infinitely harder to ignore her when she was right in front of him. Uraraka looked upset.

"What the fuck did the bag do to you?" He didn't really care. Or at least that's what he'd keep telling himself. He just felt kind of creepy staring at her while she tried to punch through the bag.

Silence.

He approached her, his feet moving on their own accord, and still, she said nothing.

"You deaf Cheeks?" He asked as he grabbed the punching bag and peeked his head out one side of it. She gave him a withering look before rolling her eyes and walking away.

That stupid feeling came back, the one he had felt at the track that one time. That feeling that he wanted to go after her, stop her.

"Yo!"

Silence.

He hated this feeling.

"I'm talking to you."

Nothing.

Fuck.

"Moonface?"

"I heard you." Uraraka hissed at him, making his heart drop down to his stomach.

"Then what the fuck?"

"No." She said flatly.

"No?" What did she mean no?

"No, you don't get to act like I don't even exist when we're in class and then try and talk to me when we're alone."

Bakugo could hear the barely contained emotion in her voice. Her eyes glistened and for a brief moment he thought she might cry but then she turned around and left.

Fuck. Shit. Crap.

Bakugo couldn't string together a coherent thought. The only thing that kept ringing through his head were images of her smile and the sound of her laughter, two things she had been so willing to share with him. Two things he never thought he could make someone do and yet he had, he had made her smile at him! And she had laughed…her laugh was so pretty. But he had almost made her cry. She had been upset with him for ignoring her.

Why should he care!?

He didn't.

He definitely not did not care.

If she was upset with him then this whole ignoring her thing would be easier.

So why was he greeting her in front of everyone again?!

Bakugo entered the dorms after spending the morning training with Shitty Hair, Dunce Face, and Soy Sauce Face, thoughts of round cheeks effectively buried somewhere deep. But then he saw her, standing in front of him, looking at him with those eyes and he heard himself greeting her.

He wasn't supposed to greet her. That hadn't been the plan and yet here they were.

He hated how everyone stared.

"Good morning." She responded politely.

"Morning."

Why were they gaping at him?

He could be nice.

"Just finished training?"

"Yea."

A quick glance around the room told him everyone was still staring. Uraraka began to stammer. She always seemed to lose control of her words when she got nervous.

Despite how much of an ass he's been up until that point, she smiled at him.

Making Uraraka smile had become addicting.

He had never made a girl smile like that, at least, not that he was aware of. He wanted to keep making her smile. And laugh. He really liked her laugh. She was so carefree and happy. All she wanted was for Bakugo to acknowledge her.

He could do that even though being friendly kind of sucked. The trio of assholes that loved to tease him about it didn't make it any better. Pinky was relentless and useless Deku kept looking at him with his stupid puppy-dog eyes. All of this was ignoring the fact that the rest of the school kept looking at him like he had sprouted a second head.

Was it really so hard for people to believe he could be semi-decent?

To be fair, a part of him still thought this was all pointless but every time he nodded at her or answered one of her questions she would beam at him and he would forget why he had been so annoyed in the first place.

For some unknown reason, Uraraka seemed to enjoy his company and even more insane, he genuinely was beginning to enjoy hers.

But, maybe he had read it all wrong.

Maybe she really was just bubbly, sweet, innocent little Ochako, friend to all and quick with the warm smiles.

That would explain why everyone else got special hand-made chocolates and he hadn't?

Not that he cared.

Because he didn't care.

He didn't even like chocolates.

And he sure as hell didn't like Cheeks like that.

A loud knock dragged him back to the present.

"Fuck off Shitty Hair, I'm not in the mood."

He has just about had it with Kirishima's chipper attitude.

"Uhmm, Bakugo…it's me. Uraraka." Her voice was muffled but it was clearly her and not his annoying friend. Bakugo sat in his bed trying to process what was happening.

Had Deku put her up too this? It would make sense…the timing of everything…

Angry, he stomped towards his bedroom door and yanked it open. The tiny gravity-quirk user tumble into his room with a small shriek at the sudden disappearance of the hard door beneath her ear.

Under different circumstances, it may have been comical but not today.

"What are you doing here?" He said in a clipped tone.

Their eyes locked briefly but she remained quiet. He huffed and turned to walk back into his room. He heard her come in after him, closing the door behind her. Normally, he might have said something on the matter but he was currently busy narrowing his eyes at her to care about much else.

He could see her struggling with herself before that familiar fire flared in her eyes.

Determination.

Uraraka opened her mouth, she appeared calm and sure of herself... And then she started sputtering something about peppers and he almost broke.

She was just so fucking cute when she was nervous. Did she know that? Was she doing it on purpose?

"Cheeks?"

His eyes dropped to the small box she held in her hands.

"I made you chocolates."

She extended the small white box, adorned with a simple red ribbon. Bakugo took the box and opened it to see pieces of chocolate inside it. His body instantly relaxed. A small smile threatened to escape him.

She had made him chocolates.

He hadn't read it wrong!

"Uraraka."

She shut up immediately and he took a step closer. He let his eyes wander freely, taking her in for what seemed the first time. His eyes settled on her lips.

"Can I…?"

She gave a small nod and though every fiber in his being begged him to devour her, he forced his body to move slowly. Bakugou reached out to her with steady movements, fingers ghosting up the fabric of her sweater.

He had already kissed her out of nowhere once before, and he swore to himself he'd never do that again. Instead of quickly diving in and claiming her lips, he leaned in inch by inch, giving her as much warning as he could just in case she changed her mind.

The room stilled and for a brief moment Bakugo felt peace.

Then, quicker than he could react, her small hands grasped his shirt, dragging him down and finally closed the gap between them.

Despite her urgency, their kiss was soft.

Their lips pressed against each other gently. Bakugo's fingers lightly wandered further up her arms, until they lingered on the base of her neck.

Slowly, they tasted each other.

Bakugo ran his tongue gingerly across Uraraka's bottom lip. So sweet. He wanted more and Uraraka seemed to agree. She fisted his shirt, stepping into what little space was left between them. Bakugo placed his free hand on the small of her back, pushing her even closer to him. Their bodies collided, his hardness pressing against her stomach eliciting a gasp from the petite gravity-quirk user.

Bakugo used the opening her gasp made and dove his tongue into her mouth with a burning desire to taste more of her. He felt her run her hands up his chest, and he trembled under her touch.

More.

He needed more.

A fire had been lit inside them.

Bakugo ran his fingers through her hair tenderly, massaging them through her scalp pulling a soft moan from Uraraka's lips.

Fuck.

If he had thought making her smile was addicting...

They parted suddenly, both gasping for air. Lips bruised and chests heaving, they smiled at each other.

The desire within them burned away any lingering doubt, transforming it into an insatiable need for closeness. They reached for each other at the same time. Hands, lips, and tongues exploring places they had never been before. The more they tasted the more they needed. Slowly, they tumbled onto his bed, lost in each other.

"Bakugo, are you…WOAH!"

Kirishima's voice crashed into them like a bucket of freezing cold water. Quickly jumping apart, Uraraka slid off the bed landing on the wooden floor with a loud thud.

"SHIT! My bad" Kirishima stood shell-shocked, a mixture of glee and disbelief on his face.

"Get out of here!" Bakugo growled.

"I'M OUT! I'M OUT!" Kirishima raised his hands in surrender as he quickly exited Bakugo's room.

After a couple of tense seconds, Bakugo stood up and walked towards his bedroom door. He closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath before closing and locking it. He approached the uncharacteristically quiet girl with caution. He sat down on his bed with a sigh, before sliding down and joining her on the floor.

The static between their bodies palpable. Each of them trying desperately to regulate their breathing.

"Cheeks? He panted.

Uraraka remained silent beside him. She had yet to acknowledge him, opting to stare at her knees instead.

Had it been too much? Too fast? Did he fuck this up?

"Answer me Round face."

"Mmmm," Her response gave him hope.

Maybe he hadn't fucked this up?

Maybe she was as affected by all this as much as he was?

"You good?"

He could feel her trembling beside him.

Was this good or bad?

"Bakugo…" He wasn't used to self-doubt but then again he had never found himself in this situation before.

He waited.

"Can you please do that again?"

It took a millisecond for his brain to register what she had said. Already missing the taste of her lips and the feel of her body writhing beneath him, Bakugo needed no more goading. He pounced her with glee and devoured her willing lips.

You see, Bakugo knew he had a reputation for being a bit of an asshole, a ticking time bomb if you will, but he'd disagree.

And he'd like to think Uraraka would disagree as well.

AN: It happened! It finally happened ya'll :) Thank you all for your patience! Now let us move into the next phase of this story. You know the part with all the smut ;)