Category: Hurt and Comfort, Mild Romantic Fluff
Characters: Ochako Uraraka, Katsuki Bakugo
The ceramic mug was pleasantly warm in Ochako's hands, as it had absorbed much of the heat emanating from the piping hot Oolong tea Momo had courteously prepared for their weekly girls' night. Steam was curling in faint tendrils in the air above the cup, which was still full to the brim with the dark liquid sweetened with honey, sugar, and a dash of cream.
The tea, though still hot, was the perfect temperature to drink after several minutes of cooling, but Ochako made no move to do so. The heat continued to bleed out of the cup into her fingers and palms, turning the soft flesh a faint hue of pink. Distantly, Ochako heard Kyoka quip something about her tea going cold, and so she robotically lifted it to her mouth to take a dainty but mechanical sip. Its robust flavor, highlighted by the undertones of the sweeteners, spread a comforting warmth through her mouth and body. Ochako barely noticed. She was too busy staring at the entranceway leading up to the boys' dormitory rooms, where one Katsuki Bakugo had made his exit not three minutes before.
"Guys… Does Bakugo seem a little more… tense than usual?" she finally posed and looked back at the girls with raised eyebrows. They were all snuggled up on the common room couches together, preparing to watch whatever romantic comedy Mina was loading into the DVD player. At her question, the pink, fluffy-haired girl peered over the edge of the coffee table with a frown.
"He does seem a little snippier than usual. He yelled at me this morning because I didn't pour my cereal fast enough and was 'hogging the box like a stupid extra,'" she pouted. Momo rubbed her chin thoughtfully, and her gaze shifted up to the ceiling as she pondered the notion.
"It's only been four days since Kamino Ward… He was kidnapped by the League of Villains and held hostage and witnessed All Might's fight against All for One up close. Even for him, it must have been a very traumatic experience."
"Yeah, ribbit, but he's Bakugo," Tsuyu sighed dejectedly. "He's not the type to talk about his feelings or accept help dealing with them." At her poignant statement, the troupe of girls collectively heaved weighty sighs. Ochako sipped once more at the tea, finding its spreading warmth more therapeutic now. She knew she should focus on girls' night, because they started the weekly get-together specifically to create a safe space away from their problems, but she simply couldn't help but worry about Katsuki. Everyone is so convinced they'll be rejected that he probably hasn't even been offered help, she moped. Deku hasn't even made any gestures to help him feel better. He just says, "Kacchan is strong. He can manage."
But could he? All Might's retirement had proved that even the strongest people had their breaking points. Katsuki could be suffering immensely, and they would never even know it because he was bottling it all up inside, and no one even attempted to twist the cap open to let out a little of the built-up pressure. That's it! Ochako decided and set down her cup of tea to pour a fresh one from the teapot. Kyoka raised a critical eyebrow at her as she stirred in a small amount of sugar.
"Uh… Ochako, what're you doing? You have a full cup right there. Are you going all space-case on us again?" she teased with a playful smirk. It fell from her face when Ochako abruptly rose from the couch and began stepping over their legs.
"It's not for me. I'm taking it to Bakugo."
"Why are you even bothering, 'Chako?" Tooru quipped. Ochako could tell by the way her llama-patterned pajamas bunched at her bust that she had crossed her invisible arms. "He'll probably yell at you to go away!" Just as she had clambered over Momo's legs, Ochako stopped and stared down at the bitter tea swirling in the rose-patterned teacup.
"Yeah," she agreed quietly. She watched the swirling light patterns of the sloshing tea slowly settle with her lack of movement. "You're probably right. But he may open the door and take it, too. If he does that, then I'll know that I've helped, even if it's just a fractional amount." The group of girls fell into awed silence. She continued to stand there at the edge of the couch for a second, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth as she steeled her nerves. Bakugo would probably yell at her to go away and not even open up the door… but at the very least, she ought to try. That's what friends were for, after all. Even if Bakugo didn't consider them friends, she considered everyone in Class 1-A her friend, and friends always made an effort to be there when they were needed most- even if the recipient didn't know they needed help in the first place.
"Wait, Ochako," Momo interrupted when Ochako began walking again. Ochako looked over her shoulder to see that the black-haired girl had taken a saucer and was loading it up with the small tea cakes and tartlets that Tooru had bought from the supermarket. "Take these to him as well. I'm not sure if he has much of a sweet tooth, but at the very least, there should be something he likes," she said with a smile and held out the pastry-laden saucer. Ochako adjusted her grip on the teacup before taking the small platter with a grateful smile.
"I'm sure he'll love them! Feel free to start without me, guys. I've seen this one!" she chirped before whirling on her heel- not too fast, because she didn't want the tea to spill and scald her hand. She carefully walked from the common room to the boys' side of the dormitory, using the placards hanging on the doors to guide her to Bakugo's room. She knew she had reached it when she stumbled upon a slightly crooked and bright red "Keep Out!" sign hanging on a door. Ochako kept Momo's expensive teaware close to her body and kicked the door a few times with her foot since she couldn't knock. "Bakugo! I brought you some tea and cake!"
"What the hell?" she heard him grunt from within. His voice sounded thick. He had announced that he was going to bed before stomping out of the common room, so it could be from sleep… But Ochako knew from overheard conversations that Katsuki fell asleep remarkably fast. It had only been about five or ten minutes since he had left; by all rights, he should be sleeping. Did that mean that Ochako's instincts were right, and he was having difficulty sleeping because he couldn't stop thinking about Kamino?
She jumped slightly at the harsh shriek of a chair scraping across the wood floor, then hissed as a few droplets of scalding tea landed on her hand and sizzled against the vulnerable skin of her fingers. Katsuki's heavy footsteps echoed behind the door, but never seemed to grow any closer; he was muttering under his breath, too, words she couldn't hear enough to comprehend. Is he… pacing? "I'm fine!" he barked suddenly, making her violently wince once more. She clenched her teeth with a little whine as more small, circular burns appeared on her hand from the hot Oolong.
He said he was fine… But he didn't tell her to go away.
"Bakugo…" she murmured pityingly. Her eyebrows cinched a little, and she pouted determinedly before kicking the door with the toe of her slipper a few more times. "Momo worked really hard to make this Oolong tea! I didn't add a lot of sugar because I wasn't sure if you would like it too sweet, but I brought cakes, too! So please open the door and take them."
"Stop bangin' on the door, Uraraka; you're givin' me a headache!"
"Caffeine is great for headaches!"
"Shitty Round Face…!" Ochako grinned victoriously as his hefty footsteps finally thundered in the direction of the door. She kept the grin plastered on her- as Katsuki called it- round face, even as he flung the bedroom door open to glare scathingly at her. "I said that I am fine." Her expression trembled a little at the unquestionable venom dripping from his voice, but she had come too far to yield to his defensive maneuvers. Wordlessly, she offered up the tea and cakes to him. His vermillion eyes bore seditiously into hers before slowly drifting down to the Oolong tea. His words were but a breath as he repeated, "I. Am. Fine. I don't want the stupid tea."
"Bakugo, I-" Evidently, as she began to protest again, her grin finally wavered and was replaced by an expression that Katsuki absolutely detested.
"Can't you take a fucking hint?! I don't want your fucking help, Uraraka, so stop looking at me with that fucking pitying look on your face!" He roared and, on reflex, knocked her hand away.
Ochako screamed in agony as the piping hot tea splashed all over her forearm. The scalding heat dissolved her fragile skin with violent relish, and she wasn't sure if the steam billowing over her arm was just from the heat rapidly dissipating or her skin cells evaporating. Katsuki's red eyes went as huge as blood moons as she crouched down over the shattered teacup and splattered pastries. She held her trembling arm at the elbow, wailing shrilly at the burning pain dominating her senses. Tears streamed down her cheeks to puddle at her chin, then drip down onto her fluffy purple spaceship pajamas.
"I just-" she could barely choke out the words with the sobs heaving in her chest at the terrible stinging pain, "I just didn't want you to suffer all alone."
"Jesus, I- Uraraka, don't just sit there, here," Katsuki huffed and grabbed her by the elbow of her good arm. It took no effort for him to haul her to her feet and drag her into his bedroom. He kicked the door of his bathroom open and flipped on the light. He lugged her over to the sink to flip on the tap. Ochako quailed at the sight of the stream of cold water, knowing it was going to burn like Hell, and tried to tug away. "No," Katsuki insisted, and his grip tightened around her arm, but only just enough to keep her in place. "No," he repeated more softly. With a gentle movement so unlike him, he pulled her back to the sink and lifted her burned arm to the stream of water. "It's gonna hurt," he warned.
"I'm fine, Bakugo, really! It's worse than it looks!" she attempted to dissuade him with fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.
"No, Uraraka, you're not fine!" he barked savagely, and all the protests died in her throat as his voice cracked. While she was reeling, he jerked the burned section of her arm under the cold water. The sudden change in temperature along with the liquid streaming over the wounded flesh tore a shrieking wail from her throat. Soon it died into a few pitiful sniffles as the ice-cold water soothed the stinging flesh. "You're not fine," he repeated in a broken whisper. "You're not fine, I'm not fine, this whole situation is fucked up and so far from fine, it ain't even funny."
Her red, puffy eyes found his. While her brown irises swam with awe and shock, his red ones burned with the most vicious self-loathing. He stared miserably at the disfigured skin of her forearm. "'S not fine," he grumbled. "You were just tryin' to make me feel better. Now look. I've gone and scarred you all up." Ochako wanted to argue that it probably wouldn't scar at all, but her tongue was unwilling to voice the fact. She went ahead and closed her mouth that was hanging open, since she clearly couldn't use it. Katsuki's face sagged woefully as he watched the last dregs of the dark tea swirl down the sink drain. "That's all I can do, is fuck up and hurt people."
"Bakugo, that's not true." This time, she was able to voice her opposition. He continued to gaze wretchedly at her arm, so she raised her good one to cup his cheek and force him to meet her eyes. He didn't resist her. When those vermillion eyes met hers, she couldn't help but whimper, because she had never seen him wear such a lost and devastated expression.
"I hurt you," he insisted in a small voice. Ochako smiled forgivingly and caught the single tear that leaked out of the corner of his eye with her thumb. The fact that he was so passive right now, accepting her gestures and even deigning to shed a tear, meant that Ochako's instincts had been correct. Katsuki was so overwhelmed by the incident at Kamino Ward that he was shouldering the blame entirely. In his mind, it was he and he alone who caused the downfall of the invincible, infallible, indestructible All Might.
"It's not your fault." She only had to say it once before the dam broke. He let out a choking sob and put a tightly balled fist to his mouth, obviously trying to contain the roiling emotions inside him. She let out a soothing "hey" and stroked his cheek a little. "It's okay. You can let it out. I won't judge you. It's okay." It was the most distraught she had ever seen him- face flushed, eyes brimming with tears, teeth clenched, and breaths heaved in between little sobs. At her coaxing, he slowly dropped his hand from his mouth and let out a little choking snuffle, then hung his head.
"I was so fucking useless, Uraraka."
"There was nothing you could have done," she said firmly. She reached up to put her hand on the back of his head, guiding his forehead to her shoulder. His hands came up to dig into her upper arms, like she was his lifeline, keeping him from sweeping out into an unforgiving and perilous sea. His body shuddered with an agonized groan, and she began to feel the shoulder of her pajama shirt dampening as the tears finally poured down. "It's not your fault," she repeated while rubbing comforting circles into the muscles of his upper back, just above his shoulder blades. "All Might doesn't blame you. We don't blame you. Please stop blaming yourself. Sometimes there are just things we cannot do alone, and it's okay if you need help. But it's not your fault if that help doesn't turn out the way you wanted it to."
His grip on her arm tightened as he heaved another wracking sob. She rested her head against his as he sought ought more of her reassuring presence, burying his face into the crook of her neck. She closed her eyes as tears of her own began to prickle in the corners of her eyes. It was just so heartbreaking, seeing the ordinarily confident and proud Katsuki reduced to such a state. It was enough to bring even the stoutest, staunchest stone wall of a person to tears. Ochako was not made of stone at all, so the tears began to cascade. "It's not your fault."
Finally, he nodded weakly. Ochako smiled as he began to wind himself down, inhaling and exhaling deeply to steady his breathing. With each deflation of his lungs, she could feel the tension working out of his muscles. Soon, he was breathing normally again, but he remained with his face buried into her neck and her small frame supporting his bulky one. "Bakugo-"
"Katsuki," he interrupted quietly. Her face flushed pink. No one called him by his given name, not even Deku- just Kacchan, but that was a little different. "Call me Katsuki, and just… I need a little longer." Ochako smiled sweetly and nodded. Her head still leaned against his, and his ash-blond hairs twisted a bit with her chestnut locks.
"You take as long as you need to. I'll be right here." She closed her eyes to relax, just allowing him to recover his mental state when he did something she would never have expected. His hands slipped from her upper arms to slowly slide to her lower back, and then he pulled her body against his in a small but firm hug. Ochako was so shocked at the intimate gesture that she just froze. She didn't want him to think it was unwelcome, however, so she quickly gave him a squeeze of her own in response. Her cheeks reddened further when she felt him grin against the junction of her neck.
"Thank you... Ochako." She hummed affirmingly, and he finally retreated, giving her a small smile. He then returned to serious, kinda-grumpy Katsuki, frowning at her burned arm and lifting it to inspect the injury. "Jeez… Can't believe myself for this."
"It's okay!" she chirped brightly, and he gave her an inquisitive side-eye. "I don't mind a scar. Scars are sexy, right?" He stared at her in utter disbelief for a second before bursting into a fit of incredulous laughter. Ochako started pouting, very unappreciative of his complete disregard for the sexiness of scars. "What?"
"You? Sexy? Come on."
"Katsuki, that's mean," she frowned. She knew she wasn't as sexy as Momo or Kyoka, but damn, did he have to go for the throat? His cheeks darkened, and he gave her a stern look.
"Dammit, that's not-! I just mean-! Gah, I just meant that you're cute, that's all! Cute and sexy are two different things, but bein' cute ain't bad!" It was evident that he was saying these things well before actually realizing it, because after he finished babbling, he went as red as his vermillion eyes. Ochako stared at him with a gaping mouth.
"You think I'm… cute?"
"W-well, yeah," he grunted nonchalantly, but the increasing hue of his face belied his words. "With those cheeks of yours, how can I not?" She squeaked in protest as he playfully pinched one of them emphatically. She swatted his hand away, protesting loudly but very much enjoying the compliment as betrayed by her blush. She was so focused on maintaining the unbothered act that he didn't notice his face approaching her other cheek until he pressed a quick, chaste kiss to it. Her face immediately blazed with heat, like he had dumped some more hot Oolong right in it. He moved so that his face was hovering right in front of hers, their noses nearly touching. "Thanks for the help, cutie."
It probably would've been the smoothest line ever if his face wasn't the color of Tooru's llama pajamas. Literally, it was the exact shade, a bright pink bubblegum color. Ochako got the image in her head of Katsuki dressed like a fluffy llama and immediately snorted piggishly in laughter. He reared back as she doubled over, giggling and holding her stomach. "The fuck you laughing at? I mean it!"
"No-! Ah, it's just-! Ahahaha… You're just so cute!"
"The hell? I ain't cute! I fall under the category of sexy, thank you very much! Damn Cheeks…" he grumbled. Still holding her arm aloft, he began rummaging through his medicine cabinet and procured a tub of burn cream and some bandages. They quibbled back and forth over his levels of cuteness and sexiness as he applied the thick white cream to the burn and then wrapped it up. She was so absorbed in trying to keep from breaking into hysterical snickers that she barely registered the little spikes of pain his ministrations caused. After he secured the loose end of the bandage with a fastener, he playfully shoved her in the head. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Cheeks."
"Is that what you're calling me now?"
"Damn right," he confirmed haughtily with another pinch. She groaned as he yanked on the sensitive skin and slapped half-heartedly at him, making him grin widely. "Better get used to it, Cheeks." She sniggered happily and looked down at her bandaged arm. He had been very gentle in nursing her injury, applying only the necessary amount of pressure, and hadn't wrapped the dressings too tight. It made her smile warmly. "Oi. Space Case," he huffed and knocked on her head with his knuckles.
"What?" she pouted. She shrilled as his face dove down to steal a little kiss from her. All she saw was his triumphant grin as he strolled out of the bathroom with his hands stuffed into his sweatpants pockets. "K-Katsuki…!"
"You make it too easy! Let's go."
"Wh-where?"
"You were so damn insistent on that tea, so I'm goin' to get some." She jumped when she heard the click of his doorknob.
"Ah! Wait for me!" she cried and rushed out of the bathroom. It wasn't necessary, as he already stood in the threshold. He frowned at her with the faintest hint of a smile. As she hurried to his side, he roughly threw his arm around her shoulders and steered her into the hall. Her face steamed hot with embarrassment, but she snuggled into his form with a tiny smile. "… Are you gonna try the little cakes too?"
"Eh? I ain't tryin' no frou-frou girly-ass cakes."
"But they're good!"
"Just one! But you better pick wisely. I ain't gonna forgive you if you give me something gross."
"Hehe, don't worry," Ochako reassured him brightly. He grinned and hugged her a little tighter.
"Ochako?"
"Mhmm?"
"… Nuthin'." He didn't say it, but she knew he was thanking her again. She decided against embarrassing him by acknowledging that, and instead said, "Thanks for your help with the burn." He raised an eyebrow at her, then looked away, faintly blushing.
"Anytime."