As Uraraka Ochako felt his gaze, she tilted her head to return it with the same intensity. She dived into his red orbs seeing it blaze and look so bright as if it is both of combination of looking at starry skies and watching fireworks crack in spectrum. It was magic. It doesn't make sense but all she knows is if she stilled her eyes and kept it on him longer, she might find herself lost in his crimson orbs. His arms wrapped around her waist, his front pressed against her back, she can feel his sweat sticking into his shirt and weirdly, she found herself not minding it. Not even a bit. It filled her with warm emotions and left her with tingling sensations and a pounding heart and it felt so right despite the voice in her mind stating that it is wrong, that it should be wrong. How she seemed at ease and felt so secure and safe with him, the boy whose presence screamed danger, the one called "homicidal maniac" by the others albeit secretly- he who's known as explosion king figuratively and literally in all sense is a wonder.

Just like a magic spell, she fell out of her trance and felt her consciousness rising as she'd notice how awkward and intimate and ridiculous their situation and position were despite of how nice it seemed to feel . How could she be aware of his arms and front at the same time unaware of how awkward it is that it was Bakugo of all people? It doesn't even matter what she feels, it is a matter of who. His face was close on hers, lips almost touching, way too close for her liking. They are a hair breadth distance away from each other, atleast that's what she felt as her cheeks and ears reddened upon the what seemed like temporary lapse of her mind . She pulled away hastily, freed herself from his arms and willed her mind to get away and resist the gravity that keeps on pulling her towards him. It has only been a minute but it felt like an hour to her.

She immediately felt the loss of warmth from the almost and not quite contact of their lips. Where was the warmth coming from anyways? She exhaled a breath. He is Bakugo, rude and violent. He does not care about feelings. I bet he does not even have them and anger is the only emotion he was given. She almost chuckled as the absurd idea of her, potentially finding him attractive, crossed her mind. I was just distracted…tired and hungry, she mused and slapped both cheeks internally. Right, it must be the hunger that caused her to think of an alarming and disturbing thought. Ha, as if I'd fall for Bakugo. She stared as he turned his back on her and heard him cussed quite loudly.

"Don't space out Round Face, you are on a damn battlefield, " his back still turned but still evoked the same fear as his intimidating glare

"I was just distracted for a bit," she shot back "The.."

He raised a hand as if to stop her. "I don't give a shit. Save your babbling to fucking Deku. I bet he'd listen"

"Why must you drag Deku into this?" Her eyebrows furrowed. Deku has nothing to do with this she wants to add but decided against it for fear of adding fuel on the already fuming hero.

"Is that the thanks I get for saving your sorry ass?" he growled

Bakugo Katsuki didn't wait for her to retort back. He propelled himself against the ground and released small explosions towards the weak shits who thought that they could take him and Ura-fucking-raka. Stupid, how could she freeze and let these fuckers' attack almost reach her? She'd better snap out of it, he'd never save her ass again. But then, he also knew that he had lost his focus for a freaking minute. He did not even know how it happened but he was sure that she was the one responsible to it.

She was just standing as he recalled, fucking oblivious of the weak shits coming towards her like a fucking tennis ball with speed it was almost impossible for an average person to see. Except that all of them are definitely not average so Uraraka should have noticed it. But she didn't, and to his anger, he found himself saving her. And as if saving her isn't enough already, the universe started to fuck with him and he ended up holding Uraraka on her waist, quite protectively. What the fuck? His eyes trailed upon her and he could hear something exploding deep within him. His mind probably, because what the fuck did just happen? It almost seemed like he actually cared enough to see if she is alright. His heart was beating so loud. Out of anger surely yet he's still afraid she would hear it. She must have done something.

Just as he was about to let go, her eyes met his and everything just ended up in chaos. Her brown eyes, fierce and innocent had stopped him. It was a galaxy that he saw, an inexplicable force that drawn him to her eyes. There was just something about her honest eyes that he could not figure out. It was like swimming in the ocean and discovering its depth and wanting to explore it. But then, they both snapped out of their gaze and he didn't even notice he was no longer holding her because all he could see is her face, her eyes, her cheeks, her ears and her lips- again, what the fuck? She resembled a fucking tomato and a thought had just registered. She looks fucking adorable it weirded him. But it also made him realize the reality of the shitty situation they were in, he had just think that Round Face was adorable, a word that he did know but still foreign. Hell, it is not even in his dictionary. And he had just saved her, didn't he?. He mentally groaned and they were so close earlier they could have swapped spit if one of them had moved or even breathe . What freaking bullshit is wrong with his fucking mind? It was annoying, frustrating and disgusting but what makes it worse is that it is not an unpleasant feeling.

It made him feel foreign emotions. It twisted his gut into knots making him unable to breathe and look away. It took all of his willpower to turn his back on her and regain his focus because Bakugo isn't stupid and he doesn't have fucking feelings. The only thing he cares about is himself .It must be part of her fucking quirk. He mused and shook his mind internally. I won't let that happen again. Round Face can fucking do what she wants but she won't be a fucking distraction for him to reach the top. He let out his anger and poured it into his explosions and hissed when a building collapsed and heard a yell coming from one of his shitty classmates, Buzz brain. He had no intention of destroying a building and turning it into ashes together with the other flying weak shits in the process. Shit.

"Don't get yourself killed and drag me into your mess Buzz brain! ," he yelled from above

Kaminari didn't have the problem of not hearing Bakugou because he could even vision an imaginary explosion coming from him and actually flailed his arms in defense. He released a breath out of relief when he remained unscathed because his vision turned out to be, well, a vision only. It wouldn't hurt to hold back but when it comes to Bakugo, everything "humane "like holding back just seemed impossible so he'd accepted his apology even though there's none. He scratched his head and shrugged his thoughts. He could not handle too much thinking especially while fighting.

These pansy villains as Bakugo Katsuki would call aren't even enough for a warm-up but blasting them 'till they shattered into bits brings elation to him. It made his punishment for the excess casualties and damage accumulated in the area less irritable but the idea of receiving a bountiful of nonsense and loud lecture from his other teachers for blasting a fucking weak building still annoyed him nonetheless. He'd rather face his adviser's death glare and be given a thousand-word essay of how a hero should act. Atleast, he could make it in his room in silence despite his absolute hate on the said topic. But what was done was done, there's no use mulling it over.

"DIE!!!!" he roared as the anticipation to see the "weak shits" be utterly defeated build up on him. It would have been easier if their teacher allowed them to use their costumes but for him it wouldn't matter at all, he could still prove to his shitty classmates including fucking Deku that no matter how hard he work and train his ass, he would still be on top. Round Face can fawn over him 'till hell freezes because he doesn't give a damn. After all, he is meant to surpass the number one hero not shitty Deku. He had practiced and trained his quirk since he was a child and he'd rather die than lose to someone who only had his quirk for a year. A grin stretched across his face as he aimed to the remaining villains.

Despite the massive explosion, his voice resonated through the area making his classmates stiffened, some afraid and some winced while a certain heterochromatic (half n half ) hero just shrugged with indifference.

"DIE, YOU FUCKERS!!!!"

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A/N:

Timeline : Season 1

I thought that I wouldn't be able to write again (Author's block) but thanks to BNHA, I have felt something again.

This is my first Kachako fanfic. I hope you guys like it.