Go Beyond Plus Ultra!~Nyan

"Oh no! I'm so late! He's gonna kill me...!" Uraraka ran as fast as she could, dressing in her yellow shirt and leggings, capped off with a lovely blue jean skirt. But she felt like a rushed mess, her hair still wet from the shower. Ugh, she'd get it for sure now…

Right as Uraraka entered, she'd seen him, patiently waiting with his head hung and hands folded, and the occasional bouncing of his leg was intimidating by itself.

Nevertheless, Uraraka walked past the bundles of people at the mall, and towards the blonde-haired boy who took refuge at the sill of the water fountain.

"Bakugo…?"

He had long seen the silent feet walking straight in his direction and halting right in front of him.

He just couldn't grasp why.

Honestly, Bakugo didn't even expect her to show up thkis weekend, but instead to leave him in the dust where he belonged. His eyes slowly rose to meet hers, scouring the marvelous details of a land he once longed for, traveled, and never deserved. Every man's dreamland should have been the sweet chocolate of Ochaco's orbs, as it was once for Bakugo.

However, Uraraka wasn't so pleased...he looked terrible.

The invigoration she once felt- even when they weren't together, and she hated his guts- certainly wasn't present now. His eyes looked like a burnt-out flame, hazy and empty. And Katsuki himself looked like he hadn't slept in days. There was a bandage on his face, which didn't give off that 'breuggi boy' look the rest of his scars do.

In fact, this one seemed pretty fresh and painful. And the rumors behind it were pretty gruesome.

Bakugo stood up in awkward fashion, like he didn't even know how to act in public. As if they hadn't even been classmates.

"You didn't have to come, y'know?" His voice, low and damaged, miserably fell onto Ochaco's ears.

"Gee- I rush over here since you told me you wanted to talk to me, and the first thing you tell me is that I shouldn't have come at all? Wow..." A few words muttered, and Uraraka already had an attitude with the boy she turned her back to. It didn't matter what he said, Bakugo would always muster a-thousand-and-more emotions out of her whenever he spoke.

But that's as far as that interaction went. The gravity girl arched an eyebrow as her arms were folded, then grew concerned, turning around as his shoulders dropped the tensity he was holding in. No yelling, no fighting back. Ochaco couldn't make sense of why he looked as if…

...as if he just lost the greatest battle of his life.

"I'm sorry…" she started. "I just— "

"Don't apologize." Bakugo gritted his teeth with such rage. "I swear, if one more person says sorry, I'm gonna explode…!" Uraraka's heart grew heavy, as its other half was desperate for relief of this madness— and Bakugo was still very much a part of her.

He sat back down, his mind racing. Eventually, Ochaco stepped in front of him, and softly cupped his face in the palms of her hands. That pink-cheeked face always pulled him back to reality, refreshing his soul in a sea of warmth and tranquility. A cream scent traveled up his nose like the scent of his house, so familiar to him he'd never forgotten.

"You wanna...grab something to eat?" Food always cheered her up, so what better thing to do than to point over to her (now) favorite place to get a bite? She figured that she was here for good reason, but he was just in no condition to spill his feelings. Ochaco knew like no other that Bakugo needed to be handled with care, caressing his cheek and all, and she was an expert at that. And like a child, Bakugo slowly nodded and complied, wanting only the girl before him's company.

"I take it you've been here before." Bakugo muttered as he sat down, inspecting the quiet and quaint cafe.

"No actually, I kinda just pointed to some random spot." Uraraka clowned before rolling her eyes, reaching over and playfully tapping Katsuki so he'd lighten up. "Yes silly, I love this place! It's really good, trust me." The gravity girl reached for her menu.

"Yeah, we'll see about that." Bakugo was greeted with a light smile and another roll of the eyes as he did the same.

And then his hand caressed the top of hers, just like that.

A blush flared across their faces, their gaze starting from their joined palms and scaling up one another's arms. Then Ochaco was lost in the eyes she'd fallen in love with some time ago. Those fiery, god-like orbs that spoke to her soul in utmost passion; Bakugo's eyes.

"You said you had to talk to me about something…" her heart was skipping beats.

"Y-yeah…" his eyes never left hers.

The clacking of the waiter's shoes was like a hypnotic effect, and they were each other's spell.

"Hello there, I'll be y- oh! Ochaco! Hey there!" It was that same woman from before. Uraraka was delighted to see her. She didn't charge her or Asui for the meals yesterday, and was so helpful during her dark reliving of her past.

Her past…how could she forget just what the person across from her was.

She was startled, however, at the speed Katsuki drew back his hand, like he touched the eye of a stove that was her skin, burning him.

"And who's this~?" The waiter eyed Bakugo up and down, rather impressed. A flustered Ochaco would frantically wave her hands, suggesting that Katsuki was merely 'an old friend'. He deserved that, that much he knew. But why weren't her eyes saying the same thing anymore, he wondered.

"I'm only kidding! Come now- what would you guys like?" The waiter eagerly awaited their orders, looking from the blonde and brunette to see who would speak up first.

"A bowl of ramen, with extra...spice." Spoken with perfect harmony.

The waiter smiled, knowing a chapter was unfolding before her very eyes. "Well then, I'll be right back with your orders."

The dimly-lit booth was brightened by that charming smile.

"'Spicy', huh?" Bakugo questioned, apparently old habits unbroken.

"Yup. Just like we used to get." Uraraka released a stressed sigh, ripping the paper of her straw.

"Surprised you remembered."

She avoided eye contact, and one would've thought that she'd rather be anywhere else than with the boy across from her. But truth was, Ochaco was terrified, internally panicking. Bakugo with his confidence made her feel helpless, and she'd be crippled in the palm of his explosive hands. Her emotions were all over the place: one second, she wanted nothing more than to make him smile, a smile that so easily shattered her heart to pieces.

"What do you want Katsuki?" She was done lying to herself.

"Can we eat first?" Flared an explosive attitude.

Uraraka briefly looked around before returning an angry gaze. "No, we can't."

"What happened to that bubbly attit— "

"It left….

Bakugo could hear the singing of the ice cubes clashing in his glass when he listened hard enough. But the only thing he could hear now was every cursed word Uraraka had been throwing at him as of late.

"Uraraka..."

"Katsuki, don't do that…no. I-I-I said I wasn't gonna get sucked back into your mess. I can't…!"

But as Ochaco brimmed with stress and stood for her seat, the last damaged nerve Bakugo had vanished.

"Don't—!" 'Inside voices', something Mina stressed a lot. "Don't leave."

He was speaking with that burning command, and the rosy-cheeked girl found herself desperate to hear his words. He reached out to grab her arm, but he wouldn't dare to grace his fingertips. Not with these hands…

"Look…" Uraraka sighed, sat back down, and folded her arms before heaving once more. "When you called me...ha, I don't even know. I couldn't tell what I was feeling, honestly. But now I do Bakugo, and it's telling me that...well, maybe— "

"Just let me apologize, dammit!"

Bakugo had startled the girl before him. He was shaking. Uraraka was at a loss for words, having a conversation with his heart as rare as a shooting star. And she wished to speak to it once again.

"Just let me tell you I was wrong...that I screwed up. That everything hurts so bad, I don't know what to do anymore. That...that in the first time of my life…" Ochaco could barely hear him, just concerned for the flickering light that hid behind blonde locks.

"...I wanna be dead last, so she'll never have to think about me ever again."

There was a faint spark in his balled first, but after muttering the last of his words, it died without a trace.

"Bakugo, no…" Uraraka's heart was screaming, heartbroken and livid.

"...ok. Get up, we're leaving." She rose in urgency and grabbed the shaking hands of the broken man before her. "Waiter! To-go, please— we're not staying here."

"What?" But the no-questions-asked policy Uravity had invoked meant that Bakugo would be pulled from his seat and be rushed to the exit. The girl would take their food and go, for he was in her hands now.

And Katsuki knew exactly where they were going.

"I-I can't go in there, you idiot." He insisted. It was like evil entering a church. He grew sick, and foul.

"Oh, stop it. Besides, my mom and dad aren't home, so you don't have to worry about that."

But that was the least of his worries.

Regardless, she never let go of his hand, struggling to hold the bags of food and manage her house keys at once. But alas, she opened the door, and Bakugo felt as though he was led inside by angels himself.

Everything was like he remembered. And even with all that had happened, he knew in his heart he longed to once return to Uraraka's home.

She placed the food on the table, before shaking her head to swish and ravish her still damp, brunette hair.

"We can get to this later— or right now. I don't know if you're, like, hungry still." Uraraka turned to see Katsuki barely inside, still standing at the door and gawking like it was his first time in a royal palace.

She sighed before smiling, he was truly hopeless sometimes. Uraraka strutted over before closing the door, for starters. She then stood in front of him, before slipping her hands into his light jacket with precise dexterity.

"It's nothing special, y'know?" She said about her house, as she slid the boy's arms from the sleeves of his jacket. Ochaco was astonished to see Bakugo so uncomfortable with her so close. It felt like time went backwards, she thought, back when he couldn't even look her in the eye as she took place in his lap. "Nothing like Momo's house- have you been to her house?"

"No, and I'm glad I haven't. Probably sucks." Hm, so Yaoyorozu was a trigger too, huh?

Ochaco looked down to her feet, then to the boy who was still muttering god-knows what as he took off his shoes.

"Alright, let's go." All this heaving and sighing was starting to make Bakugo feel like an inconvenience, but he knew she was merely teasing him. Teasing was something Uraraka was always good at.

"What now?"

Bakugo soon after fell head over heels as she strung him along, walking upstairs. He tried his best not to glance through Ochaco's shirt, able to make out the black laced bra strap. And he was sure her skin couldn't breathe, her curves and slim waist screaming at him. Smooth legs snaked in black lay inches from his face, and his head wouldn't tilt any further or he'd be glancing up her skirt.

He was being walked to an unknown room to be comforted by a pink-cheeked girl...why was this so familiar to him?

The creaking of a door was as great an opening to any mystery, and it was like he was visiting an old place of his childhood; a house he used to live in, or the ol' elementary school cafeteria…

Uraraka's room.

"Make yourself at home I guess." Ochaco joked, trying her best to subtly clean up so he wouldn't realize how much of a slob she'd been lately.

"Cream Vanilla Splash."

The gravity girl's eyes widened, as she spun to look at the explosive boy's face.

"No way, you remembered…!"

"It was my favorite...and it, uh, kinda said something. You know...about us." Bakugo played with his fingernails. He didn't deserve to relive the past like that. Or that damned soft smile that girl was giving him right now.

"You're really somethin' Katsuki...you know that?" Uraraka replied.

"Yeah, well I don't feel that way…"

Uraraka grew a bit sad, walking over and sitting down next to him. Bakugo would look away, and whenever she tried to move into his view, he steered away from her gaze. But that warmth of her presence was undeniable.

"'All you do is take my world and blow it up'." Were the words that broke the silence.

The girl winced at the thought while Bakugo shook his head in disbelief. Powerful words, to say the least.

"Well, Mina's just blind."

"She's not."

"Really? Because what kind of an idiot says something so awful!?"

"Alright, enough."

"Bakugo, she's not worth your time!"

"Screw off!" A sinister undertone attacked Uraraka the second the words left her mouth. "Not another word Uraraka, you hear me?"

Silence...

Tension grew so thick that the girl could hardly breathe, eventually biting her bottom lip as she quietly sat, feeling a little ashamed. Those were awful words as well- that was her friend. So why didn't she feel anything for Ashido right now?

The sunlight merged with bridle tears, Bakugo could see the gleam in the corner or his eye.

"I'm sorry, I just..."

He needed Mina. So why couldn't he say that?

"You wanna know something Bakugo…"

A shaken voice pried through the air. It took Bakugo a while before he realized, looking over to watch those bright chocolate orbs melt in the heat of his hellish presence.

"You were once the most important thing in my life." Uraraka would cut him off, sobbing between the words her heart spoke. "So, you can't imagine how much it hurts to hear someone say that about you...!"

Bakugo reached over, and as if instinctively, cupped the face of the girl before him. Most would be horrified, knowing what those demonic hands could do. Ochaco, however, felt nothing but reassurance and safely in the hands of Katsuki, as he wiped away her tears.

"So stop talking like that, alright? My world would be nothing if you hadn't...stumbled into it like a goofball."

They shared a laugh, enough to ease the tension so a few more words could be spilled by the bubbly girl. He did stumble pretty hard, he thought. But Uraraka caught him with such passion, he used to question if he was ever lost for love to begin with.

"Bakugo, I never blamed you."

The girl's nose was still red from her temporary breakdown, taking a moment to sniffle and recover. She rolled her eyes as she muttered her words, upset with her own childish decisions as of late.

"I was just upset because I didn't have the kind of luck Mina had. We had something, but you guys...you guys have something special...I dunno. You're an amazing guy that made up for all my shortcomings, I guess."

"'Shortcomings' don't be ridiculous." Katsuki scoffed. It was simple: to Bakugo, Uraraka was his idea of perfect. She had no shortcomings.

"You know, I thought this day would just be more yelling and crying, and another slap in the face." He winced a bit as he peeled the bandage from his face, revealing a singed mark below his right eye. "And here you are, taking me out to eat, slipping off my jacket to hang it up at your house."

"The crying didn't really stop though." Ochaco teased, and more laughter filled the air. But Bakugo took her hand and held it tightly between them while speaking a few words of his own.

"Look, you mean the world to me. You're everything I'm not, you can do things I couldn't even if I wanted to. Uraraka I…I was just scared; Mina was a dream, but you...you were so real."

"Bakugo…" If he were to look at her, she'd die. Uraraka couldn't quite explain what she was feeling, this was the first time Bakugo had really confessed anything- let alone what he felt towards her. It was like her first time being accepted into U.A, actually hearing All Might chant those words were everything.

Just like now. Just like then.

"You were like my other half, and you...you made me whole I guess, I don't know…"

"...come here."

Bakugo was taken aback as he was pulled into a splendid bosom. Tender fingers ran through his hair, and he was slowly reminded of the immense love he had for the girl that held him close. They were floating just slightly, she was being overcome with emotion, yet that lovely smile never ceased. Uraraka had once been the only girl for him. What was he doing?

But then again, what about Mina? The love of his life? That goofball he couldn't stand yet couldn't stand to be without? He felt as though his quirk was exerting itself internally, and that his heart was going to explode.

And then that humming caressed his ears, a lullaby. It quelled his emotions and told him exactly what to do.

"Ura- "

"Sh-sh-sh~ I'm not going anywhere." Smooth thighs rubbed against him, jailing him in an intoxicating embrace.

"Just come back to me Katsuki."

That was the last thing Bakugo remembered before falling into a deep slumber atop the girl his heart now belonged to.

A smell of vanilla bean crept up her nose and lingered a small while.

Then Bakugo's U.A dress coat- stained with tears and guilt- was flung to the floor.

However much Bakugo blamed himself for the destruction of his relationship, the acidic girl would blame herself forevermore.

Yaoyorozu looked up from her book as clad boots walked through the door of the common area.

"Hello Jiro! You're never here this early."

"Yeah, I know. My dad said, 'take it or leave it', can you believe that!? But there was no way I was walking on a Monday."

Then Jiro looked down at the lone bag which had been clearly tossed into a chair. Her ears homed in on the sniffling and rustling coming from the right end of the hall.

"You're kidding- how long has she been like this!?"

"All day I think. I tried to get her to come out, but…"

Mina Ashido lay atop Bakugo's dorm bed, knowing he didn't usually sleep in the dorms Sunday nights unless she accompanied him. But that was over with.

She had, in fact, been in his room all day. It was a good thing though: she could envelop herself in the darkness of his room, caged with nothing but her thoughts, his fragrance, and the faint musk of sex. She figured her only option now was to wage war and see what would emerge victorious.

But in the end, she'd drive herself insane with guilt and internally scream at the top of her lungs.

She growled at the scent still trapped in her nose. His dress coat smelled of her, she knew that wretched smell from anywhere now. Uraraka had been stealing Bakugo with even stickier fingers than her own. Mina was already jealous of her: smart with good grades, lovable like a carnival plush toy, and absolutely gorgeous. Simply without flaw. Mina felt as though she had nothing- at the very least, none of those things. Not to mention her hero academia was a struggle, and Ashido was beginning to lose the tolerance.

But then there was Bakugo. He single-handedly turned her life around and gave her happiness she truly wanted to experience for the rest of her life. She meant that. But then…

"Poof..." A light laugh brushed past her lips.

Who was she kidding? Uraraka wasn't a thief. Mina was just awful at holding onto things she loved. And she loved Bakugo more than anything. No one sat beside her, on the throne of the castle that was her world, and the baron wasteland that was now her life was what she deserved for not being as great as he was. Tears would form in the void of her eyes, while the gold center Bakugo adored was worn and faded.

Mina would return to her sobbing and continue this treacherous cycle of debilitating destruction until the day's end.

But where Mina's night came to an end, Bakugo's would just begin.

"Sleepy head."

Ochaco whispered as Bakugo stirred awake. His cheek caressed the fluffy pillows of her globes, their skin separated only by yellow fabric.

"Wake up, our food's getting cold."

"Five more minutes." Katsuki's moaned, before wrapping his arms around Ochaco's flush waist, holding her hostage.

"Bakugo, that tickles! No, please!" He nuzzled deeper into the bounty of her breasts while she died of laughter. He yearned this- and not just cuddling Uraraka and her love spots (although it was his favorite thing to do when they were together). This feeling of his heart taking afloat out of his chest, this buoyant feeling whenever she was by his side.

Every moment spent with her was a moment of happiness.

"So you're not hungry? Because I don't wanna hear a word when I get up mister." The bubbly girl chuckled while never taking her hand from his chest. She caressed strong pecs, grazing his skin with painted nails, and Bakugo hadn't said a word.

"Oh, I'm starving." Pink cheeks grew pinker as Bakugo's hand slid down her body and gripped her thigh.

"Yeah...me too…" Ochaco closed whatever little distance there was between them, their noses brushing one another.

"Oh yeah?" Lips just barely tangible, the room boiling in heat.

"Mm-hm…" She could see the burning desire in his eyes after that.

"...Aaafftter~ I get back from the little girl's room." Uraraka chime cutely, before pressing padded fingertips against Bakugo's chest. Weighing nothing, she lifted him off of her and stood from her bed. Bakugo was forced to dangle in the air helplessly and watch as she stretched, her breasts practically ready to burst, and her rear making his hands cramp in frustration.

"That's dirty Round Face."

"Yeah yeah, Release." Bakugo fell abruptly, as Uraraka waved while walking to the bathroom. The sly hand brushing over his crotch didn't go unnoticed, and as always, she was impressed.

His mind was a fog, and the only thing that was on his mind was the girl that reciprocated his hungry gaze. Uraraka returned shortly with a seductive smile and low eyes, with her hands behind her back. She walked with a touch of feline grace, and Bakugo couldn't stand her tortuous teasing any longer.

Ochaco winked and slung her undergarments like a slingshot, surprising Bakugo with the rather sexy act. Black laced panties were caught with carnivorous teeth, and Uraraka giggled as he added onto her foreplay like improv. She turned to politely strip her denim skirt, but Bakugo wasn't going to give her the chance to do it alone.

He reached out just enough to snag her arm, pulling her to his lap as he sat at the edge of the bed. It was adorable, he clung to her like a teddy bear and Uraraka truly couldn't get enough. She watched his hands slide to her front and undo her buttons, and as the skirt fell to her ankles. She sat and pressed against his erection his such force that Bakugo questioned if this night would go on for much longer.

"I wanna sit on it..." Ochaco moaned, bouncing slightly in frustration and causing Bakugo to mentally cave. He turned her around, yet his lips never touched her.

He was still clinging onto her, Ochaco just knew it.

Then her hips slowly began to roll, and instinctively Bakugo shot for the girl's love handles. She loved the feeling of him hardening, but more so the puppy eyes he assumed whenever she took over. Bakugo could never handle Uraraka for too long before snapping, and his limit was right around the corner.

"Think you're running out of time…" Uraraka licked his ear.

"Damn nerd, shut up." Bakugo said, frustrated, slowly falling on top of her and digging into the crook of her neck. "Just taking my time."

"Yeah I bet." Ochaco breathed into the air, the hypnotic scent of Bakugo's musk putting her in a trance. Their bodies grinded against each other, and the gravity girl's field of vision grew narrow.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Before he could do anything, Bakugo was on his back, with Uraraka walking her fingers up his chest.

"'Think you're scared." A seductive spell was placed on Katsuki as his pride was challenged. Her paw clawed at his chest and tugged his black tank-top, stitches clicking.

"Scared of what?" Bakugo arched an angry brow while his hands explored Ochaco's body. They snaked under her shirt and ran over her breasts as if trying to see without the blessing of his eyes. His throbbing worsened to where she could feel him stabbing her thigh, an innocent moan slipping past her lips while she relived passion similar to this.

"Scared to be without her..."

The hand on his chest grew weak. Bakugo gazed into the Hershey-kiss runway of her orbs, conviction bombing every inch of his body.

"That's not true."

It certainly was. Of course he was scared. As much as he body yearned for Ochaco's touch, as much as he wanted to get lost in a blissful land that was between Uraraka's legs, his body hardly moved when it mattered. It wasn't her. She wasn't Mina.

Uraraka leaned in slightly.

"Prove it."

Bakugo reached for the nape of her neck and pulled her forward. His chest heaved as she went in for a kiss.

Ochaco's eyes widened in fear.

"What's wrong?" She tried again, but he wouldn't lean forward.

"I...I can't."

"Yes you can."

"I can't." Katsuki shook his head, beginning to rise from the mattress. His heart wasn't in it, and he felt filthy.

"Just trust me." Ochaco nodded and smile for reassurance, then took his lips with her own.

And the selective amnesia Bakugo was having dissipated in a flash. He couldn't fabricate how much her missed Uraraka and her touch.

Their kiss felt like an eternity, the string of destiny hanging from one another's lips as they parted briefly…

...then Bakugo dove in for seconds…

...then another.

A powerful moan was trapped in Uraraka's mouth as they made out atop her bed, Bakugo sitting back up with Ochaco straddling to his lap. Breathing became a struggle, heavy petting issued to make them yearn for each other even more.

"...Off...take this off." Uraraka needed to run her fingers over Bakugo's body, brandish her touch. She needed to feel him. Articles of clothing were flung left and right, Bakugo nipping the flesh of her breasts while Ochaco rushed for the string on his sweatpants. She was stopped as he embraced her, wrapping his hands around her back to fiddle with her bra.

It was like a dream. She couldn't really tell if it were real, but had been fantasizing about him for so long it didn't matter. They were both in a blissful daze, especially Bakugo; he sat up on his arms, enjoying the sweet taste of her nipples as she reached into his pants. Her strokes were confined yet ever-so gentle, and her mind conjured all sorts of dirty things. Uraraka shuffled Katsuki's sweatpants from his legs, and a masterful throbbing screamed from behind his boxers. Bakugo, burnt out, watched in awe while Ochaco's attention was on his throbbing hard on.

Uraraka licked her lips, looking to Bakugo anticipatedly, then back to his boxers. She lowered herself, pulled his garments down with her teeth, then gasped as his length throbbed before her. Bakugo hissed as soft hands wrapped around him, and her strokes were exhilarating. She began her assault painfully slow, then rushed Bakugo to an unimaginable land of pleasure. Ochaco sexily moaned with pursed lips, gazing into fuzzy red eyes that said Bakugo was long gone.

Katsuki released a stressed groan as Uraraka's hot mouth lead him straight to euphoria. She pushed fallen strands of hair behind her ear, giving Bakugo a perfect view of her throttling herself with his cock. His hands were sparking, he was losing it. He balled her hair in his fist and she used her free hand to pleasure him even further. His member hardened and shifted, and there was no greater feeling, she thought. Bakugo could feel his length sliding down her throat, low groans being suppressed by the girl between his legs.

Uraraka's magic would go on, time at a halt as Katsuki was trapped in a causal loop of passion. Lubricant hands glided around him, crackling with a mixture of dribble and premature sperm. Her tongue flicked like a flash of lightning, Bakugo anticipating the light swirls she'd make during her pleasing act.

Bakugo cursed quietly, shifting himself and would occasionally jerk his hips. Ochaco took note and guzzled down his shaft with utmost pride, and a light explosion would be released from Katsuki's hand. Her head sprung back and forth, her erratic movement mixed with the noises caused Bakugo to explode.

Ochaco put an end to Katsuki's torture, taking a breath while a mixed trail of saliva and seed spilled from her lips lightly. She looked to the boy, who was out of breath himself. But Uraraka's eyes spoke of lingering hunger, and Bakugo returned the gaze.

Without warning, she toppled him, and shed her leggings slowly. She needed this, needed him to ravage her pussy and dominate her until she was drooling with bliss. An orgasmic explosion that would leave her toes curled, wanting more. Just the thought drove her to the brink of insanity, as she was taken over by the demonic rage Bakugo waged war with everyday. She watched him, flushed, mentally preparing himself for rapturous takeover.

'Stress relief' and 'reliving the past' weren't the only thing on her agenda: Uraraka wanted Bakugo to make love to her like his life depended on it.

And as the bed shook vigorously, bodies clashed passionately, and moans and screams of one another's name filled the air, Bakugo would love Ochaco until the sun's rays peeked over the horizon.

Ashen moonlight told the birds to alarm all of Japan that the blessings of the moon were no more. But as eyelids fluttered open to gaze upon a new day, it was clear that Uraraka and Bakugo were an exception.

"What?" The boy beside her blatantly spat, gazing upon her with crimson eyes. He was dreamy, Uraraka found herself captivated as she slept on the soil of Bakugo's world beside him.

"Nothing." The pink-cheeked girl got comfortable, lovingly smiling at the blonde before her in a daze. "Just making sure you're real."

Bakugo lips would blossom rose-red lips of the girl beside him, ascribing a story of an anchor, and how it bound two lovers to reality.