Uraraka knelt in the grass, her wrist covering her panting mouth as she watched Bakugo gear up for another attack. They'd been training for well over an hour and Bakugo was not holding his punches. Sweat covered both of them and they glinted in the afternoon sun.
"Giving up already?!" Bakugo sneered at her while she rested.
Uraraka planted herself in the grass and held up a finger, "I just need a few minutes to catch my breath."
"How out of shape are you?!" Bakugo barked and dropped his fists, running a hand through his sweaty blonde spikes.
"More than I thought," Uraraka replied, regretting her lack of training so far.
Bakugo finally wandered over to his uneaten lunch, his stomach had been complaining since they started training. He cracked open the bento box and allowed the aroma of the food to meet his nostrils before digging in.
Uraraka was still taking a breather when the smell drifted over to her and she was suddenly aware of how hungry she was. She sniffed the air delightfully and rested her eyes on his late lunch. She blinked at him for a moment before she started scooting toward him on her butt.
"Don't even think about it," Bakugo warned, clearly aware of what she was doing.
Her face fell into disappointment, "Could I just have a little bit?"
"Go get your own!" Bakugo snapped at her, hugging the box a bit closer to his chest.
Uraraka flopped her back down in the grass and sighed defeatedly. It seemed pointless to go buy a meal when she could just eat when she got back to Yaoyorozu's place. She had a limited amount of money that she had been given from parents and she didn't want to waste it on things she could get for free later.
Bakugo watched her as she lay back in the grass, a clearly disappointed look on her face. He was finding it hard to enjoy his food with her sulking. Finally, he looked down at his nearly finished bento box and growled. His appetite was now gone, so he slid the box across the grass and silently offered her the rest.
Uraraka turned her head to see the box now beside her. Sitting up, she peeked inside to see a few bites remaining. "Thank you," She smiled at him and nibbled on the rice.
He ignored her and settled into the grass, tucking his hands behind his head. The afternoon sun peered through the tree tops and he closed his eyes to enjoy it's warmth.
"So, how has your summer been?" Uraraka asked between mouthfuls.
Bakugo's top lip twitched irritably, "Shut up."
She gazed at his relaxed pose and didn't allow his harsh tone to get to her, "Mine's been pretty boring so far. There's not much to do in my hometown, you know?"
He clenched his jaw, "I really don't care."
Uraraka dropped her eyelids a bit, "You are the worst listener."
Bakugo's mouth wanted to smirk, but he forced a frown, "I don't give a shit about your summer, round-face."
Uraraka polished off the rest of the bento box and set it aside with a groan, "When will you stop with the nicknames?"
Bakugo opened his eyes into slits and gave her a dead look, "When I feel like it."
Uraraka sighed happily as the food settled in her stomach, "Maybe I should give you a rude nickname so we can be even."
The blonde was irked by her suggestion, "Fuckin' try it and see what happens."
"What was it that the kid called you?" Uraraka tapped her chin teasingly and looked up, "A big fart, right?" She could hide her giggle anymore as she dropped her gaze back to the ill-tempered blonde.
Bakugo grimaced and grit his teeth, "Lookin' to get your ass kicked again, fuckstick?"
"I think it suits you," Uraraka teased again, smiling giddily to herself. "Bakugo, the big fart."
Bakugo pounded a fist on the grass and sat up to glare daggers at her, "I'll fuckin' kill you."
Uraraka laughed aloud, covering her mouth with a quivering hand, "Alright, I get it. I won't call you a big fart."
Bakugo broke his angry gaze from her and settled them back on the trees surrounding them, "Those little brats are going to pay the next time I see them."
Uraraka leaned back on her palms, "Do they bother you like this a lot?"
"Every fuckin' day now," Bakugo spat, pulling out strands of grass with angry fists.
'Am I actually having a real conversation with Bakugo?' Uraraka mused to herself and felt proud of her efforts. Maybe she could finally get somewhere with him. "I like kids," She started, "But I can see why you don't feel the same way."
"Of course you like kids," Bakugo sneered, still glaring through the trees.
Uraraka wasn't sure if that was insult or a statement of fact, "They make the world seem like it's not such a bad place. They smile all the time and just want to have fun."
"Tch," Bakugo spat through his clenched teeth. 'Sounds like someone I wish I didn't know…'
"But some do have annoying habits," Uraraka chuckled as she recalled the rambunctious orange-haired boy. "That was some quirk that kid had, huh?"
Bakugo's thoughts raced back to the boy reflecting his blast and a surge of annoyance coursed through him, "Fuck that little shit."
Uraraka couldn't help but chuckle again, "I wish you could have seen your face after he reflected your attack back to you. It's one of the few times you didn't look mad. You just looked… surprised."
Bakugo was already sick of hearing her talk, but now she was just making him angry. "You're no better than those little shits, round-face."
She was getting used to his insults now, so she had known that was coming, "Geez, Bakugo. Why don't you tell me how you really feel?"
Finally, he averted his eyes from the trees to glare at her once more. This was the first time he was realizing that she had really grown a pair. She looked laid back, almost comfortable, and it was beginning to rub him the wrong way, "Are you just going to sit there all day? I thought you said that you wanted to train."
Uraraka brushed him off and stood up. She wiped her hands on her shorts and beckoned him to stand with her, "You're right, I do need to train. Let's go again, yeah?"
Bakugo sharply rose to his feet and tucked his hands in his sweat pockets, "This is a one-time thing, fuckstick. Don't come back again. I've got better things to do than fuck around with you."
Uraraka grinned with hands happily place on her hips, "We'll see about that, you big fart."
Bakugo felt a surge of annoyance travel up his spine and to his face. Was she trying to get herself killed? "You're going to regret that." He spat the words out and removed his hands from his pockets as he stalked up to her.
As he approached, Uraraka readied herself for his attack. He stopped within a few feet of her, his teeth gleaming through his pursed lips. He was daring her to make the first move, so she took him up on the offer.
First, she pounced forward with her hands close to her chest. As she came within a few inches, she jabbed her right hand toward his face. He didn't flinch, but he sharply jolted his head to dodge.
He decided not to counter attack, but to play a completely defensive game. He easily predicted her second attack and nonchalantly slapped her closed fist away before she could land a punch to his gut. Following this, he took a fast step back and to her left to observe what her next move would be.
She quickly pivoted on her left foot to face him again and lunged once more. She knew he was playing with her, so she wanted to step up her game. This time, she skid her foot between his legs and threw her shoulder toward his chest, hoping her foot would catch and force him to the ground. As a distraction, she balled up her right had to give the impression she planned to punch him.
'She's not quite an amatuer, but she's easy to read.' Bakugo withheld a smirk and waited for the right moment. Just as she raised her fist, he pivoted his left foot to completely remove himself from her attack. Just as he had predicted, she was already jutting out her shoulder with hopes to hit him in the chest. Her fist hung loosely in the air, so he took the opportunity to snatch her wrist before he used his unmoved left foot to trip her and throw her face-down in the grass.
Her reaction time wasn't slow, but it wasn't fast either. As soon as she felt herself falling, she caught herself with her hands and kicked her legs up. She twisted her torso so her legs could face him and tried to land a kick at his knees. Hopefully, this would give her time to get back on her feet.
Bakugo smirked at her lame attempt and in the blink of an eye, he was facing her legs. Just before they met their mark, he bent his knees sharply and took the hit without a problem. When her shins connected with his knee, he quickly wrapped one hand around her left ankle and quickly rose to his normal height. He heard her gasp in surprise as he carelessly tossed her away from him, sending her tumbling through the grass once more.
She rolled a few feet before she ended up on her back with her arms stretched out on either side. She took a beat to catch her breath and stare at the sky. 'He's making me look like a fool!'
Bakugo turned his smirk into a frown as he walked up beside her, "That was some weak shit, round-face."
She blinked and turned her eyes to look up at him. He stared down at her with his dark red ones, his hair shading his face from the sun. She felt frustrated and toyed with. Normally, her spars with Bakugo were full of competition and passion, but this time he had shown her an entirely new level of his abilities. He easily predicted her moves and he didn't appear to be in his usual angry frenzy. He seemed calm, almost serene.
"Help me up?" She asked kindly, offering her hand to him.
He eyed her open palm and scoffed, "Help yourself."
She stretched her arm up to him more, "Just do it, Bakugo."
He rolled his eyes at her pathetic plea and turned away. However, he didn't get very far because she had snatched his hand and yanked as hard as she could. He was sincerely caught off guard as she pulled him down. He staggered for a moment, trying to catch his balance but was ultimately brought into the grass beside her.
Uraraka grinned as he collapsed and she rolled over, sitting up as she went. So far, she was successfully pulling off the same move she'd used on Aizawa during their rescue training at camp. Although this time, she didn't need to throw dirt in her opponent's face.
Bakugo fell on his left side, crushing his arm under his own weight. Immediately, he threw out a right hand in hopes to use it to bounce back up and kicked his legs to give himself momentum. He was surprised once more when Uraraka was leaning over him and grabbing his right wrist. He felt her knee dig into his back while she twisted his right arm around and managed to completely incapacitate it at the small of his back.
She laughed at her triumph for pinning the unsuspecting blonde, but it didn't last long. He growled with a horribly low tone and she didn't notice his right palm heating up until it was too late.
His blast wasn't large, but enough to throw her off of him. He rolled over on his back and leapt to his feet. He wasn't mad before, but now he was fuming. He stalked over to Uraraka, who was crouching in the grass. His explosion had momentarily disoriented her and she frowned at her at her slightly sizzling clothes.
As he hauntingly marched up to her, she looked up to glare at him, "This was my favorite shirt!" She displayed the frayed ends at the bottom of her shirt and the subsequently light scorch marks on her belly.
"I don't care!" Bakugo barked and grabbed her shirt on the right shoulder and yanked her up, his fist shaking maniacally. He ignored her widening eyes as he gruffly pulled her to her feet and brought her face close to his. His red eyes were filled with a rage she hadn't seen in him since the sports festival. "That was a cheap trick, round-face."
She froze up for a moment as his eyes transfixed on her fearful ones, "I'm sorry, Bakugo. I didn't mean-"
Just as she thought his eyes couldn't be more infuriated, they were. "Shut the hell up!" He snapped, his mouth twisting into a sinister frown.
She looked away, breaking their gaze, and stared at the ground to her right. "Please let me go."
His hot breath rolled over her face as he panted angrily. He glared at her for a few more moments, disappointed that she wasn't staring back with her normal defiance. He grunted but felt the rage in his chest beginning to die. He couldn't pin what her expression said. She didn't look afraid of him nor did she look angry. She was thin lipped and her brows were furrowed as she continued to look away. Her hair was brushed by a soft summer breeze, giving his nose a taste of her coconut perfume.
She stayed frozen in his grasp while he glared at her, but eventually found the strength to place a hand on the fist balled up in her shirt. His skin was hot and sweaty on her fingertips as she rested them on his knuckles. "Bakugo… Please let me go."
His eyes finally broke from her face and rested on her cool fingertips as they brushed the skin of his hand. As if he had finally realized their proximity, he released his grasp and took a step back.
She immediately crossed her arms across her chest and sighed, "I'm sorry if I upset you."
Bakugo sneered and turned his back to her, "Shut the hell up, you have nothing to be sorry for."
She blinked and finally let her eyes grace his tensed back. His hands were balled at his sides and his head was tilted down. Things felt unbearably awkward. "I…" She tried to find something to say.
Bakugo finally turned back to her, his eyes back to their normal fire, "You've got a lot of shit to catch up on. Six A.M tomorrow, don't be late." He spat the words out with a forceful tone and trudged away.
Uraraka stared after him with a confused expression. What had gotten into him? 'Is he agreeing to train with me?'
Author's Note:
Hehehe... I love writing their sparring sessions. Uraraka really one-upped Bakugo on that one, huh? I'd say she's getting better at it. :)
I hope you enjoyed reading and please review! I love getting feedback from you guys.
As usual, I will have an update out to you guys tomorrow and thank you so much for reading!
~NumberSixteen