Bakugo didn't normally train with girls, especially girls like round-face. He preferred to fight someone like Kirishima, who would never hold any punches against him and could take them too. Most girls didn't really feel the same way about sparring. However, the more time he spent exchanging blows with this brown-haired gravity user, he realized she was an exception.

She wasn't a particularly natural fighter. In order to learn, she need to be kicked around a bit. So, he did just that. He knocked her down a few times over before she'd be able to land a good hit on him. Every so often, she'd surprise him with a move he hadn't anticipated. Perhaps she was getting used to this.

He knew her body was worn out from everything he'd had her do earlier that day, but he didn't go easy on her for it. He easily blocked kick after kick and punch after punch and was almost amused at her frustrated huffs. As they continued along, her attacks grew weaker and more desperate.

"Come on, round-face," He chided her as he caught her fist. "Admit defeat already."

"Never," She pouted and tried to tackle him. Her attempt was unsuccessful as he easily caught her by the shoulders and pushed her back.

"You're not getting anywhere." Bakugo spat back as she took a moment to catch her breath.

She frowned, "Maybe not, but I'm still trying."

"Trying is a far cry from winning, dipshit." He narrowed his eyes at her. "It's probably time you get lost anyway."

Uraraka almost looked relieved as she planted her butt on the grass. "Fine…"

Bakugo observed her flushed face for a moment as she looked down at her tired hands. The ponytail she'd tied up this morning was almost completely undone now, leaving clumps of hair to hang loosely around her head and in front of her face. He'd given her a complete work-over and hoped it would be enough to scare her off.

"I'd say it was a good day," She suddenly remarked, but she would never admit is was also a living hell for her.

Maybe he hadn't worked her hard enough. Bakugo wanted to tell her to fuck off, but instead decided to simply ignore her.

"What time tomorrow?" She asked, a tired smile spread over her face as she looked up at him.

Bakugo blinked at her but didn't remove his scowl, "What the fuck time do you think?"

Uraraka wanted to roll her eyes at him so bad but decided that it was not worth the ensuing beratement. "Yeah, okay. I guess I'll see you at six."

"Whatever," The blonde spat and grabbed his sweatshirt that had been hanging on a tree branch nearby. "Don't be late, round-face." He turned his back to her and began walking up the hill, not bothering to look back.

'I am definitely going to regret this…' Uraraka stretched her sore muscles as she watched him depart.

…

Yaoyorozu heard the door open from her perch on her bed and watched as Uraraka stumbled into the bedroom. She collapsed face-first on the sofa in the corner and groaned loudly into the cushions.

"So…" Yaoyorozu dropped her phone into her lap. "How was it?"

Another loud groan came from the brunette.

"That bad?"

Uraraka struggled to sit upright and finally pulled the ponytail from her hair. "It wasn't bad… It just… Well, it sucked." She struggled to find the right words for her day.

Yaoyorozu gave the girl a quick up-down and chuckled at her appearance, "Yeah, well it looks like it sucked. Just remember, you did ask for it."

"I don't think I'm going to be able to walk in the morning, let alone do any kind of training." Uraraka wanted to kick herself for not working harder while she was at home with her parents but her tired legs probably couldn't even do that.

Yaoyorozu shifted in her spot on the bed to cross her legs under her, "You could always just train with me and Ashido here, you know."

"I appreciate it, Yaomomo," Uraraka started, "But I deserve this. You're all so far ahead of me now, so I need someone to kick my butt every day or I will never catch up to you guys."

Yaoyorozu was amused now, "So you picked the most difficult person in the world to train with? That doesn't make sense to me."

Uraraka laughed out loud with her friend, "Seriously, right? Bakugo is not only macho enough to contend against all of us together, but he is crazy strong!"

"You realize I'm not going to let you get away with not telling me about everything he did and said, right? What's he like outside of school?" Yaoyorozu finally blurted out what was heaviest in her mind.

Uraraka's face lit up with a smile, "Well there are these three little kids that pick on him every day."

"You cannot be serious." Yaoyorozu was completely taken by her words, "Tell me."

"Well-" Uraraka began but was interrupted when something pink and loud burst open the door.

"Yaomomo, do you want cheese on your sandwich?" Ashido started loudly.

Both girls in the bedroom paused to look at Ashido.

The pink girl glanced between them, curiosity sparking in her eyes. "Oh, hey Uraraka! What were you guys talking about?"

"Shh!" Yaoyorozu hushed her, "Hurry and sit down! Uraraka was just telling me about Bakugo."

"Oooo!" Ashido smiled giddily and hurried across the large bedroom to settle on the bed with Yaoyorozu. Just as she sat down, her expression changed. "Wait… Should we wait until everyone else gets here? That way we have something juicy to talk about?"

Yaoyorozu's face fell, her anticipation leaving. "You're right… We probably should."

"Wait for who?" Uraraka asked.

Ashido planted her hands on her hips, "Why else would I be here this late, silly? We're having a sleepover with all the girls from our class!"

…

Uraraka's aching muscles were finally feeling better once she got into the steaming sauna. Her damp hair stuck to her face as she listened to the other five girls talking. She tuned in just as Jiro began talking about how her training was going.

"Yeah, Kaminari gets distracted so easily," The earphone jacks on her ears spun around nervously. "If even a butterfly flies by, he's chasing it."

Asui tapped her chin thoughtfully, "I suppose you can't blame him. Kaminari has always had an appreciation for the simplest things in life."

Jiro rolled her eyes, "No, you don't understand. He is always looking for something else to do. He's always wanting to go into the shopping district or to get food or to see a movie. It never ends. I just don't think he realizes how much we need to train."

Uraraka caught Ashido giving Jiro a sly look, "Maybe he just likes you."

The suggestion hung in the air for a moment while all the girls considered it.

Yaoyorozu was the first to respond to it, nodding her head, "I could see that."

Jiro's face flushed red as she shook her head wildly, "N-no way! It's definitely not like that."

"Pffft!" Ashido waved her hand dismissively, "I beg to differ. Kaminari may be a total dolt sometimes, but he's twice the dolt around you!"

"Stop it guys!" Jiro tried to hide her blush, "There is no way that is the case. Kaminari and I are just friends!"

"Mmhmm," Ashido nodded knowingly, "If you say so."

Yaoyorozu patted the pink girl briskly, "Enough Mina, give her a break."

Ashido bit her lip and pondered for a moment, "Alright then… Although, speaking of love…" She turned her attention to Uraraka.

Uraraka suddenly felt a lump in her throat as all eyes turned to her. "What?" She asked quietly.

"What's up with you and Midoriya?" Ashido asked boldly.

Uraraka felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, "Nothing!"

Asui cut Ashido off before she could continue, "Maybe we shouldn't bother her about it."

"Come on," Ashido's tone pleaded, "This is a girls' sleepover right? We talk about boys and gossip. That's how it goes!"

"It's fine," Uraraka smiled through her blush, letting the steam take the blame for it. "Deku and I are just friends."

Ashido leaned forward on the sauna bench, "But he totally likes you!"

This time, the steam could not hide her blush, "N-no he doesn't!"

"It's obvious, right?" Ashido turned to the other girls for affirmation.

"It kinda is…" A voice came from the corner of the sauna. The voice came from Hagakure but without being able to see her whatsoever, nearly all the girls had forgotten she was even there.

"Thank you," Ashido nodded and turned her attention back from Hagakure, "Now that we've established how he feels, the real question is this... Do you like him too?"

"Ahh…" Uraraka fought for words as she struggled to answer. She glanced around to see that everyone was looking at her. Asui seemed to be the only one that didn't look like she wanted to pry. "I mean... Well, I don't know…"

Yaoyorozu sensed Uraraka's hesitation and spoke up, "Well it doesn't really matter right now, right? You're focused on training and I'm sure you have your hands full with Bakugo."

"That's right, I almost forgot!" Ashido blinked, "You never told us about how that's going!"

Uraraka laughed nervously, "It's going okay, I guess. It's super hard though!"

"Why would you train with Bakugo when you could train with literally anybody else?" Jiro asked suddenly. "Wasn't it super hard to work with him at camp?"

Uraraka nodded, silently thanking Yaoyorozu for giving her a new topic. "It was, but I didn't get much done after camp, so I wanted to train with someone who would be super hard on me!" She pumped her fists, attempting to give off an aura of toughness.

"Well if you wanted it to be hard, then you definitely picked the right person," Hagakure piped up again and shuddered, although nobody else could see it. "Training with Bakugo must be absolutely miserable. I'd never willingly put myself through that. All that shouting and cursing alone would send me running for the hills."

Uraraka shrugged, "It's not all bad, I suppose. He is working me really hard, but I am having a little fun at least. Hopefully it will pay off when it comes time for the provisional exam. I would be so embarrassed if I was the only one who doesn't pass!"

"Tell us about these little kids…" Yaoyorozu probed, unable to curb her curiosity any longer.

Uraraka stifled a giggle, "Alright, but you can't say anything about it to anyone else. I'm sure you all know as well as I do that Bakugo would kill me if this ever got out. God forbid, if Kirishima ever found out."

Ashido beamed, "Whatever is said at this sleepover stays at this sleepover. So hurry up and spill the beans, girl!"

…

Bakugo was camped out in front of his tv, playing any old first person shooter. Even at video games, he demanded his best performance. He handled the controller purposefully and continued to stretch his kill spree to the maximum.

Mitsuki poked her head into his bedroom after a brisk knock. "I didn't hear you come in. Where have you been all day long?"

Bakugo was immediately irritated but didn't pull his eyes from the screen, "None of your business, hag."

She narrowed her eyes at him and observed his appearance, "Well you obviously weren't training, so where did you go?"

Bakugo fought for his cool. He'd had enough of other people today and the last thing he wanted to deal with was a nosy mother, "I said I was nowhere!"

Mitsuki wasn't fazed by her brazen son and simply invited herself into his room, leaving the door open. As she sat down beside him, she watched the screen as he smashed the buttons. "What can't you tell your loving mother?"

Bakugo scoffed at her high pitched tone. He knew her better and she wouldn't fool him. "The same old thing, you dusty crone. Anything to get away from you all day."

Before he could blink, she smacked the back of his head. Her motherly smile never left her face as she did so. "You are such an angel child." The mockery in her voice was unavoidable.

Bakugo hissed frustratedly as his character was shot and killed. "You fuckin' distracted me on a 10 kill streak!"

She shrugged unapologetically, "Well now that you're not busy, I suppose I should tell you that you have visitors."

Bakugo blinked dumbly for a moment. Visitors? He has never had anybody over in his life. Who the fuck could it be? The better question was who the fuck actually figured out where he lived? He could already feel the anger bubbling in his gut. "The fuck..?" He stood up and barged out of the room, leaving his mother to smirk behind him.

As he trudged down the stairs of his house, he found himself bursting with irritation. "Whoever the hell you are, get lost! People aren't allowed to come to my house unannounced!"

Just as he came to the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner, he was faced with two people he did not expect to see.

"Hello Bakugo," Aizawa was standing just inside the door beside a deflated All-Might.

Bakugo was rarely caught so slack-jawed and All-Might relished in the few seconds it took him to regain his composure before them.

"What do you guys want?" The question was blunt and unashamed, but Bakugo could not tear his eyes away from All-Mights gaunt new form. It was the first time he was seeing it in person and it was... unsettling.

All-Might cleared his throat and adjusted his droopy tie. "We're here for your annual home visit, young Bakugo."

"Tch," Bakugo scowled. "You guys picked a piss poor time for it. I'm not in the mood."

Just as the words left his mouth, Mitsuki appeared behind him and clapped him on the back of the head again. "Ignore my son. We'd love to have you, please come and sit." She gestured down the hallway to the living room. She grabbed Bakugo by the back of the collar and yanked him behind her. "I'll go ahead and get some tea brewing for you gentlemen!"

All-Might gave his cohort a knowing grin, "At least we know where he gets his attitude from."

Aizawa looked unimpressed and began to make his way after the mother/son duo, "I'm not the least bit surprised."

"We should take note on how she disciplines him. Perhaps it will come in handy during class." All-Might muttered and followed.

Bakugo had sat sternly on the sofa throughout the entire meeting. It had gone well and his mother was more than willing to ship his ass off to live at the school, despite his protests. He was very against sharing any kind of living space with anyone, including his own parents. Now, he'd have to be around his annoying classmates every moment of every day.

He was someone who very much valued his privacy. It was almost a ritual to him at this point. Getting away from everyone was the least annoying thing he could think of, but even then he still found himself annoyed with his own boredom.

He had initially thought that going to UA would be a cakewalk for him, yet every day he was experiencing quite the opposite. There was much more to being a hero than being strong. He was performing exceptionally in every part of his studies, yet patience seemed to be the only thing he couldn't even begin to master. Unfortunately for him, that was primarily what the school wanted him to focus on. It was annoying as hell.

Living with his classmates on top of going to school with them seemed like an enormous task, but Bakugo didn't give up easily. He didn't have to be patient with them outside of class, did he? No, he was sure he could establish his dominance much more quickly if he shared a home with them also. That was certainly the only upside to this. Yes, he would be top of the class and everyone would fear him twice over by being under the same roof.

Perhaps this would work out in his favor.

Author's Note:

I know I said I wouldn't update until later in the week, but this entire moving thing is so overwhelming that I had to get away for a while. I've read pretty much everything when in comes to Kacchako so the only way I could get it out of my system was to write it myself.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'm sure you're all happy because I have a second one for you as well. Spoiler: Prepare for a little bit of fluff. Wow, 20 chapters already... I suppose it's time for some actual fluff, huh?

Thanks for reading and a review is appreciated.

~NumberSixteen