AN: Truth be told, I'm not entirely sure where this story is headed but then again, I never really do for any of my fics. Lmao. It's pretty fun getting to discover it just as the readers do!

Thank you for the continued support/interest! I know this is my slowest multi-chap to update but it's also my most different au I've written in ages. So please bear with me. We're in this together, y'all.

Happy reading~ :D

I Didn't Expect This

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Ochako tapped the eraser end of her pink mechanical pencil against her study desk's surface. Grumbling to herself, she softly bit into her bottom lip as she tried concentrating on her homework rather than the pitter-pattering of the downpour outside.

Being home alone on a rainy night usually brought her a sense of dread. Surrounding herself in three-wicked vanilla bean scented candles and low volume ambience music did little to help her nerves. But at least she had her homework to keep her company.

"C'mon… Ochako, focus" she pep-talks herself, trying to embrace the comfort of her room that she created. There wasn't much that scared her, really, the scariest thing on earth was possibly vampires. But she grew up knowing about them, seeing her parents nurse them back to health, and once upon a time she foolishly wished to be one too.

"Stupid crappy weather…" she lowly grumbles to herself hating how her thoughts were wandering.

Her thoughts were miles away from her homework as the wind and rain caused the tree branches right by her window to knock against the glass. She knew her house was protected and that she has garlic and silver laced sprays hidden in her room for protection. But her unease was unsettling her; the one thing that scares her the most than the supernatural was simply thunder and lighting.

When she was a little girl and her parents were away – she was never truly alone. Her parents only really left her alone to house-sit when they were away at a medical conference. She always had Katsuki at her side to keep her company. And the boy wouldn't leave her side until her parents returned. Sometimes they'd find both children asleep wherever their little heads fell and other times, Katsuki silently watched over her like an angel in the dark.

"Ka…" Ochako stops herself from uttering his name.

She hates him. Detests him.

She deeply sighs. Misses him terribly.

Getting up from her desk, she pulls the chain of her locket to briefly kiss it before making her way downstairs to make herself a warm drink.

It's during her tread down the stairs as the wooden floorboards creak with her steps that her panic returns right as she sees a blurry tall shadow appear in front of her home's front door. The center of the door has a stained-glass design; the porch light currently being obstructed by the figure outside.

The doorbell rings loud and clear, echoing through the chilly old house setting her off.

Screaming at the top of her lungs, she quickly clasps her hands to her mouth to muffle herself. Not knowing who would come to her place at this late hour, she reminds herself to stay alert.

Manners would tell her to ask who's there but her panic told her not to say a word.

"Oi, quit fuckin' screaming like a damn banshee and open up!" she hears that all too familiar gruff voice call out from behind the holy blessed wooden door.

For a split second she gets flooded with relief until it registers in her head that it's Katsuki right outside her door and immediately frowns.

Keeping her hand on the doorknob, she twists it open and looks up at his soaked figure.

"Is Auntie home?" he asks, licking his lips from the rain drenching him.

Ochako refuses to curl her lips in amusement at the childish way he still addresses her mom. Shaking her head, she tells him all he needs to know not wanting to speak to him. She has had enough of him giving her the cold shoulder. Why should she be courteous to him?

Katsuki takes one step into the threshold, causing her to take a step back letting go of the doorknob. He didn't quite enter the house but enough to have the roof to cover him from continuously getting rained on.

To this day, she'll never understand why he of all people could easily enter her home without the need of an invitation. Every other vampire in good health would need one. She's never given it to him, in fact she rescinded her invite to him the first time he came looking for her mom as kids. He was usually sent as a messenger from his mom to hers.

She was still so angry and hurt by him and cursing the Bakugou name. It was probably because he was a pureblood. She assumes that the same rules don't apply to him, or at least in her home. The asshole.

Ochako wants to shove him out back into the downpour, telling him to come back tomorrow or during the weekend when her parents were free. She didn't want to deal with him as her heart rate sped up within her throat.

Katsuki caught the way her curvy petite figure quivered in his presence. Noticing and hearing the way her pulse hummed a delicious tune. Her heart was hammering loudly against her ribcage in his ears as the flow of blood sounded like a cascading waterfall. It was melodious and highly tempting.

"Tell her the Old Hag wants a 'girl's night out' or some shit" he annoyedly relays his message using air quotes, trying to keep himself distracted by the way the warmth of her closer proximity radiates right into him. He takes hold of the door, tightly gripping it for a second as his demeanor changes.

She's standing mere inches away from him with a guarded expression on her face.

Good.

It's exactly what he wanted.

He wanted her to hate his guts. She was too pure to not throw something at him or yell at him to leave but he knew by her body language that she was uncomfortable by his presence.

"Next time," he slightly turns his neck to listen to the first orchestral cymbal of thunder roaring in the horizon instead of her accelerated frantic pulse, "even if it's me or someone you know" he growls, "don't fucking open the door for anyone. You got that?!" he raises his voice to be heard over the storm outside.

Ochako wanted to call him a hypocrite for his words but the raging winds and lighting flashing their faces in a fraction of light had her paralyzed.

Before she knew what she was doing, she was pushing the door that divided them wide open to run straight into his chest.

He was cold and wet and she could've sworn she heard him sharply intake a stunned breath.

"Y-Y-You ha-hate m-me, I know, but, but, pl-ple-please" she begged wanting nothing more than to feel safe for a moment. They weren't friends anymore and they owed nothing to each other but he had always been her rock during stormy nights.

She had longed for this one single moment for so, so long. Whenever it rained, it poured and she'd always hide underneath her bed or in her closet until her soft cries of terror would lull her to sleep as she clutched onto her star shaped locket. She no longer had Katsuki as she once did and had found other less alleviating ways to soothe her fear.

Katsuki didn't need her to further elaborate, already knowing what she was asking. She wanted him to stay and he couldn't. If he did, he was afraid he'd lose control and taste her. If he stayed, he was putting her in danger from himself and secrets he only knew.

"Shit…" she hears him curse under his breath as she shakes like a leaf against him.

He refused to wrap his arms around her and embrace her for warmth. He wasn't going to stay and it internally killed him to deny her such security. Gently, he grabbed her by the shoulders and peeled her off of him with bidding words. "Toughen up, Ochako, you're not fuckin' fragile!" he says as harshly as he could, contradicting his words.

Katsuki gritted his teeth, shimmying off his black leather jacket as he took a step back, fully immersing himself in the rain again.

Deep down, Ochako knew herself. She was never going to stop trying to be his friend again. But the way he shoved her to the side hurt her more than his tone. He was an idiot and she couldn't understand why he always left her crying. Hearing another session of thunder and lighting caused her to drop to her knees as she tightly clutched onto his jacket he just left her.

"Come back…" she sobs into the wet leather that smelled like him: a mix of spice and honey.

The wind closes the front door, leaving her distraught on the soaked hallway carpet. Nature continued to rumble outside, physically expressing how she truly feels inside.

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Done! To be continued.

Trying to keep this fic's chapters short and sweet is starting to prove to be a challenge.

Gah! I won't lose!

You know the drill! Please R&R – it's greatly appreciated and I always get a kick out of reading your reviews/feedback. And again, please don't be afraid to – I can fluently read Spanish and partial French! Thankies~ :D