Interruptions abound, but Uraraka isn't having any of it. :D

Sound and sight rush back in for Uraraka, and the alarming urge to spit up green buds she previously held is now entirely absent.

Her chest feels...less rattly. Less full.

But there's no way. Just last night she'd ached and cried, resigned to ensure that she would die so Bakugou could live.

It can't be...and yet, she feels like she can breathe again.

Is this...is it...?

"Was that...?"

"I think so," Bakugou responds, appraisingly, pulling away to check her over for something wrong.

"Just...just like that?"

"You fuckin' want it back?" he asks in a tone signifying the depth of his trauma. He's serious and then not.

"No! I just...didn't think it was possible."

"Ha! Well, I think we're do-"

"Uraraka! Are you okay?! Are you there, we came - oh!" Deku, of all people, stops mid-sentence as he comes around her wide-open door, shimmering with lightning, looking ready for a fight. Todoroki skids to a halt behind him, going from a determined scowl to mild interest in a heartbeat.

"Oh. I wasn't expecting this." Todoroki adds before ignoring them to examine the door. "Were you?" he asks Deku.

Bakugou is suddenly shaking in her arms, and she genuinely smiles for the first time in days, knowing exactly what's coming.

"Oi! Fuckheads! We're trying to work some shit out here! Go the fuck away!" He screams, squeezing Uraraka possessively.

Deku's gaze bounces from Bakugou to her, and she nods minutely.

Even though she probably looks like hell, she's trying to indicate that everything's fine. More or less. Luckily, he catches her meaning, and smiles the sweetest Deku smile, nodding appreciatively.

"Sure thing Kacchan! Sorry to disturb you. I got scared when I saw the door like this." He says, slapping the scorch marks around the open hole. "Uraraka, if everything's alright, you should get dressed. Todoroki and I wanna take you out for your birthday. You can come too Kacchan if you want. It can be like a double date!"

"You little - we already have plans - "

"We do?" She asks incredulously.

"I didn't get to ask you yet!" He says to her before snapping back to Deku, "Plus, she's fucking sick!"

"Oh..."

"What's this thing out here?" Todoroki interrupts, looking like he doesn't care what happens either way, bending down to examine something she can't see. "It's a cake."

"A cake?" She asks, trying to get Bakugou's attention.

"Don't touch it! That's not for you!" Bakugou snarls.

"But it's out here. It's fair game."

"Guys..." she tries to interject.

"Deku, get your boyfriend out of here before I knock him out until the break is over."

"Kacchan, you know I'd never let you do that."

"I'll fucking take you too..."

Finally having enough of this, Uraraka takes charge.

"GUYS!" She yells over their banter, patience about up. Each boy quickly brings their focus to her.

"Deku, Todoroki, thank you for coming to see me! I really appreciate it, and I'd love to go to dinner, but let's save it for tomorrow. For now, I need to finish talking to Bakugou. He was about to kiss me, and I kinda ruined it, but I'm okay now, and I'd really like to get back to that, please."

Deku's eyes go wide in the cutest way. She already knows she'll have a lot of explaining to do once it's sorted.

"Sounds good. We'll see you tomorrow Uraraka." Todoroki says, pulling Deku away by the hand.

"Oh-kay! See ya tomorrow Uraraka!" Deku manages to wave just before he disappears behind the door and down the hall.

Now it's back to where she and Bakugou were.

No more interruptions.

The entire time Bakugou hasn't let her go, and there are no words to describe how light that makes her feel. She turns to him and startles a bit. He's looking so intensely, she thinks he could set her on fire with his eyes alone.

There is no warning.

Only a new kind of heat as his lips touch hers, and her nerves ignite like a cascade of dominos, crackling with electricity from the tips of her fingers to the soles of her feet. His rough fingers scorch across her skin like wildfire as one of his hands travels up her body to cup her cheek in the most delicate hold, and the other molds her waist into his. She can barely hear the sound of her sigh into his mouth over the rush of her heart.

It feels like only second and forever before he's leaving sweet pecks at the corners of her mouth, then pulling away, breathless.

Now she's floating, figuratively. But so gone, she thinks she'll never come down, and Bakugou's looking just as dazed.

Is this happening? After she was certain things would be over soon?

Her throat closes, and she tries desperately to hold back her emotions but who would expect her to stop happy tears when she is so overwhelmed to be in this position. If feels selfish to want more.

How did they end up here?

"Holy shit." Bakugou interrupts, looking through her like he can't see, squeezing her like he's making sure she's real.

"Yeh." She agrees, sighing dreamily. "Are we sure we're cured though? Maybe we have to kiss more to be certain." She says half-jokingly. He opens his mouth to respond but another voice beats him to it.

"Well, I must admit, it's not what I had in mind when I said to provide comfort, Mr. Bakugou." Recovery Girl says, standing politely at the entrance. "But, I reckon it can't hurt."