That Monday night, Bakugou almost couldn't wait for everyone to leave the room before he put in Mario Kart and dragged Uraraka's ass to the couch. Tokoyami was taking his sweet time going to bed though, sitting in a chair and reading a book under a too dim lamp. Couldn't he do that in hs room? He'd been reading that same book for almost an hour. It couldn't possibly be that interesting.

Bakugou felt antsy, which was never a good thing for him, because it tended to make him come off short and rough around the edges. Uraraka was doing some homework on the coffee table, her back pressed up against the bottom of the couch, but they kept catching eyes and looking away. Every time they did, something seemed to pull tighter inside of Bakugou's chest until he felt like he might snap. How could Tokoyami not feel the tension in the air and become incredibly awkward? Was he that oblivious?

Finally, after what felt like an ridiculous amount of time (and why was Bakugou waiting so insistently?), Tokoyami let out a sigh and closed the book. He didn't even look pleased about what he'd read. The least he could've done was enjoy the damn book if he was going to cut into Bakugou and Uraraka's gaming time. He mumbled a good night as he switched off the lamp and then left for his dorm. Uraraka had gone to the kitchen minutes before and so Bakugou took the time by himself to get the game set up.

When Uraraka came back, she was holding two glasses of milk and a plate of cookies. Bakugou took one off the plate before she even set them down in front of them, shoving it halfway in his mouth and holding it there while he used both hands to set up the game the rest of the way.

She snorted. "Excuse me, who said these were for you too?"

Bakugou bit down on the cookie, chewed, and swallowed with the sort of viciousness meant for animals with food aggression issues. "You gonna eat all of them by yourself?"

"Maybe," Uraraka shot back.

"Be my guest if you want to get a stomach ache," Bakugou told her even as he took one of the glasses of milk and then gulped half of it down.

Uraraka rolled her eyes, but didn't fight him on it. They both knew that she had brought the cookies out for them to share. It was the first time that she'd made sure that they both had something. Usually she had a large glass of water just in case she felt nauseous and he just drank from hers.

"How about we just stick with some small bets tonight?" Uraraka asked.

"What? You scared?"

The smile Uraraka gave him was anything but scared. "Maybe I thought I'd go easy on you." Bakugou shot her an affronted look. Neither one of them liked it when people went easy on them. She'd just said that to rile him up and, with him as edgy as he was right now, it had worked. What a low blow. "I just figured that we've tortured each other enough for a bit - and Todoroki too." Her expression turned sheepish. "He doesn't seem bothered in the slightest, but my bet may have, uh, started some rumors."

"No shit," Bakugou grumbled.

"I just thought it would embarrass you," Uraraka insisted innocently. "I didn't think people would start to think that you had a crush on him." When Bakugou began to grit his teeth, she started to laugh. "It is kinda funny though."

"It's not fucking funny at all," Bakugou snapped. "People think I'm a sap."

Uraraka shook her head. "No they don't. They think you have a heart." Before Bakugou could say anything about that - like he did have a heart or he didn't have one and he didn't care - she continued without noticing the way his mouth had opened and closed like a fish out of water. "I know that, but you like to bury it underneath all that rage and pride."

Well, Bakugou didn't know what to say to that. He couldn't admit that she was right, but he didn't want to say that she was wrong either. It was hard enough for him to figure out on his own as it was. He could say that he did care about his friends almost as much as he cared about his goals, but that would definitely make him sound like some big softy.

Instead, Bakugou returned his attention back to the game. "Okay, small bets." This was somehow harder to think of because it couldn't be easy, but it couldn't be too awful either. " If I win, you have to join me on my run tomorrow morning."

A gasp slipped out of Uraraka's mouth. "Bakugou, I can't run as fast or long as you!"

"Tough shit," Bakugou replied. "You better not lose then or be prepared to puke your guts out."

Uraraka pursed her lips as she looked back at him in concentration. "If I win, you have to watch a chick flick."

"I don't watch chick flicks."

"Then you better not lose," Uraraka threw back.

Narrowing his eyes, Bakugou returned her stare and then started the game. They could hear the countdown on the screen, but neither one of them looked away from each other until the race began. These were relatively small bets compared to the high stakes of humiliation in their other ones, but Bakugou still felt the pressure not to lose. Not that he particularly wanted someone else to join him on his morning run, which he considered a sanctuary of sorts from all the idiocy that high school brought, but he knew how much she hated running. It'd be good for her. She could stand to improve her stamina in cardio.

So of course he fucking lost.

"Are you shitting me!" Bakugou jumped to his feet. "You're practicing without me, aren't you?" Uraraka giggled on the couch, throwing herself back into it so that her feet were in the air. "You better not be playing with Kaminari behind my back!"

That only made Uraraka laugh more. "What? Do you think I'm cheating?" She pushed herself up, wiping a few tears from her eyes, but the huge smile never left her face. "I promise you, Bakugou. You're the only one I'm playing video games with. No one else even knows that they gave me motion sickness."

It occurred to Bakugou that Uraraka hadn't gotten sick in the last few times they played. She barely seemed to get nauseous anymore, if she did at all. And yet they were still playing the game together. Neither one of them had said that this little thing would come to an end once she accomplished the goal she had been working hard on by herself. Having another person around helped distract her and he thought that she might be confident to start playing with everyone else during their Mario Kart parties on Thursdays. She hadn't though, choosing to continue only playing with him.

"Thank everything I won," Uraraka sighed, pulling her legs onto the couch to tuck underneath her. "I'm pretty sure running with you would have killed me."

Bakugou eyed her as he sat back down. Whatever. He didn't mind losing. That meant his run was still his own. He didn't need her anymore in his life than she already was. Still, the prospect of watching some dumb chick flick sounded like a terrible consolation prize for his alone time. "So what are we gonna watch?"

Uraraka gave him a curious look, as if she hadn't really grasped the fact that they would be watching the movie together. He certainly wasn't going to watch it by himself. No way, no how. Besides, she would have to watch it with him if she wanted to see him squirm during the cheesy romantic parts and hear him complain about the bad writing. No doubt she would get a kick out of that.

"I'll figure something out," Uraraka said. Shaking his head, that feeling of the unknown threatening to swallow him again, even if it was over some stupid movie, Bakugou changed his racer and car, making a point of putting all his focus on the acceleration. It was going to be pedal to the metal all the way. "Okay, next bet, if I win, you have to provide the snacks and drinks for the movie."

"Pft, if I win, we have to watch the movie in your dorm," Bakugou countered, focused on the screen as it showed the course they were about to race on. He was not going to lose.

Blush washed over Uraraka's entire face all the way down her neck. "Bakugou! You can't just..."

"What?" Bakugou shot back. "I'm not watching it out here for anyone to see and I'm not watching it in my dorm either. If any of the guys hear some stupid chick flick playing in my room, I'll never heard the end of it. Kirishima likes them. He and Ashido have been trying to force me to watch one with them for ages."

"O-oh, okay." Uraraka swallowed, returning her attention back to the game as the countdown began.

He didn't know what she was so flustered about, but he wasn't going to complain. With her distracted, it would be it a cinch to win this time around. It appeared as if he'd made a much better choice with his car this time around, as it was obviously faster than Uraraka's. She was getting better about paying attention to stats and figuring out what worked better for her. In the beginning, she hadn't even known cars had stats; she just picked the one that looked the prettiest to her.

It wasn't enough to beat Bakugou this time around. She came in a measly third after the computer character behind her hit her with a red shell right before the finish line. She harrumphed in irritation, more at the computer than him, but she didn't look angry or disappointed. The stakes weren't super high this time around. She still had put up quite the effort, but Bakugou had been fucking on it that time around. He felt good and relieved, his ego slowly on the mend. Now all he had to do was keep this up for the next time.

"When do you want to watch the movie?" Uraraka asked.

"I don't care," Bakugou replied. "Tomorrow?"

"Okay." Uraraka's smile was strangely shy, but he didn't linger on it too much, still pleased that he had finally reclaimed his title as winner in the end. He couldn't let her win anymore. This was going to ruin his record. Not even watching some stupid chick flick was going to bring him down. This was a good night.

It took approximately thirty-eight hours before Kaminari exploded. He probably shouldn't have tried to keep this to himself for so long, seeing as how he ending up acting like one of Bakugou's explosions. Thankfully, only Jirou was in the room. He just couldn't take it anymore. Honestly, he didn't know how he had managed to stay quiet for this long, but he couldn't do it. He had to say something. Jirou was his best option. He could trust her.

At first, Kaminari thought that just maybe he could keep it together. Then he had glimpsed Bakugou, Uraraka, and Tokoyami in the common area the night before when he had gone to get some water. The tension had been so thick in the room that he wasn't sure how Tokoyami wasn't choking on it. Kaminari had never chugged something so fast in his life and then he booked it to his dorm.

Then today in the middle of the school day he had walked past them talking to one another, all casual-like, outside of their classroom in between classes. Bakugou had his backpack slung over one shoulder, dangling by the loosest strap possible, and was leaning against the wall with his other shoulder as he stared down at her with so much heat in his red eyes that it was a shock she wasn't melting. Meanwhile, Uraraka had her hands folded together behind her back, staring up at him with a faint grin on her face, like she was challenging him.

Kaminari had no clue what they were talking about, only catching Uraraka in the middle of a question, "-nine work for you?" That sounded suspiciously like a date, which made Kaminari's head spin and he ducked into the classroom where, by some incredible miracle, Jirou was the only one sitting at her desk with earbuds in.

Jirou almost rocketed out of her seat when Kaminari launched himself at her and slammed his hands on her desk. "What the hell!" She jerked her earbuds out and glared at him. "You scared the shit out of me!"

"I need to tell you something and I need to tell you now before anyone comes into this classroom or I might physically die," Kaminari rattled off in one breath. His eyes were wide and his heart was beating so fast that he felt like he might get sick.

The most startled expression had crossed Jirou's face, but she didn't immediately shove him away either despite being in her personal space. She replaced it with a cool, uninterested look, but she couldn't pull it off as well as Todoroki. "Okay, okay, calm down. Breathe."

Kaminari did as he was told, taking a deep breath, and then spitting everything out as hastily as he could, "I don't know what's going on between them, but I caught Uraraka and Bakugou playing Mario Kart by themselves a few weeks ago after we all went to bed and they keep taking their clothes off!"

"What?" Jirou almost choked on the word.

Wait, no, that wasn't the right way to word it. "I mean-" Kaminari shook his head, trying to gather his thoughts together. "Bakugou took his shirt off and gave it to her."

A light went off in Jirou's head and she straightened up in her seat. "So the shirt she wore to the movies was Bakugou's!"

"Exactly!" Kaminari grinned, relieved that either Jirou was able to understand him or he was starting to make sense. It was probably the former, if he was being honest. "And then last night, I guess they were doing laundry together and she took it off and gave it back to him."

Jirou arched an eyebrow. "You saw Uraraka take her shirt off?"

Blush flooded Kaminari's cheeks. "I left the room as soon as I saw what was happening!" He straightened up and put a hand on his heart, attempting to wear a serious expression even with his red face. "I'm a gentleman." Jirou snorted in disbelief and he dropped his hand to glower at her. He had been a gentleman! After all, as soon as he had realized what Uraraka was doing, he had left the room, unlike Bakugou. "And I just heard them talking about doing something at nine."

"You mean like a date?" Jirou asked, leaning in closer.

Kaminari pressed his hands on her desk and leaned down to meet her halfway. "You saw them when we all went to the movies last week. He asked to hold her hand" - well, he had shouted at her to give him her hand - "and she floated him like a balloon. Did you see the look on his face?"

"Yeah, he almost looked…"

"Peaceful," they said at the same time, their eyes locking.

Jirou sunk back in her seat. "Oh my god. It makes perfect sense and then… It doesn't." She scratched the back of her head as her earjacks swung around, somehow showing that she was confused. "Since when are Bakugou and Uraraka even friends? I mean, Bakugou would've said something to us, right?"

"Maybe he's embarrassed?" Kaminari mused as he sat down in the seat in front of Jirou's desk. "I mean, she is a part of Midoriya's crew, after all."

"I don't know, but-" At that exact moment, the classroom door opened and other people began to spill inside. Jirou snapped her mouth shut and leaned in a conspiratory manner that pulled Kaminari closer. They glanced at Bakugou, who strode in sans Uraraka, and watched as he dropped into his seat without acting like anything weird was going on. A little while after, she came in with Midoriya and Asui. Jirou pulled Kaminari's attention back to her. "You said something about them doing something at nine?"

Kaminari frowned. "Yeah…"

A grin spread across Jirou's face. "How do you feel about spies?"

"That I'd want to be the super suave spy, but I'd probably be more like the goofy sidekick."

"Well, want to be mine?" Jirou asked.

Oh. OH. Kaminari grinned back at her. This could be very good. It could also end very badly, but Kaminari was willing to take that bet with Jirou at his side. At least he wouldn't take the brunt of Bakugou's wrath alone when Bakugou found out that someone was on to his little secret rendezvous with Uraraka. Kaminari sank back in his seat, nodding at her. Jirou had been the perfect person to tell. She twirled one of her earjacks, a smug expression on her face.

Tonight was going to be one for the books.

When Bakugou had made the bet to watch the movie in Uraraka's dorm room, he hadn't really considered the actual action of going to her room. It wasn't like he could walk to it, seeing as how it was in the girls' dorms. No, it wasn't like the common area where he had an excuse for being there and it was a hang out for everyone. Her dorm was much more personal and it was in the girls' section, which meant that some sneaking was required.

Nine o'clock might been too early, seeing as how there were some people still awake, but Bakugou took it as a challenge get to her room without anyone seeing him. He could stand to work on his stealth anyways. He made it to her room without any incidents somehow, but then she took her sweet ass time getting to the door. "C'mon, Round Face, I ain't got all night!" he hissed, glaring around to make sure no one was coming.

Uraraka had barely opened the door before Bakugou shoved his way inside. She had to jump back to avoid being hit and then shut the door. Her cheeks were red and she was doing that nervous giggle, which just made him glower at her. This had been her idea in the first place. Well, the room had been his bet, but it was fine. He had been in Ashido's and Jirou's rooms with the boys. The only difference was that this was Uraraka's room.

And it was just the two of them.

Bakugou shoved his hand in his pockets. "So what are we watching?"

"Oh, you'll see," Uraraka said excitedly, pushing past him to finish setting up the movie.

He looked around, noting the lack of decorations. Ashido's and Jirou's rooms had so much in them, but he found that Uraraka's was lacking besides some photos and a few extra pillows. It occurred to him that she probably didn't have the money to put in the extra effort to decorate and she tried to make do with a few personal touches. Honestly, he had expected a lot of...pink. When he finally turned back around, he saw that Uraraka was watching him, an embarrassed look on her face.

"I know it's not much," she admitted, rubbing her arms. She was wearing a black tank top and shorts, something comfortable to wear after going to the gym.

"It doesn't matter what your dorm looks like," Bakugou told her, "just what you do here."

A smile appeared on Uraraka's face and said, "Thanks," before sitting down on the ground where she'd stacked a bunch of pillows against her bed. Bakugou was inwardly grateful that she'd make the makeshift seat on the floor. It hadn't hit him until he'd stepped inside that she didn't have anywhere to sit besides the one chair at her desk and her bed, but she had clearly thought ahead.

Bakugou dropped his backpack and then began to pull out some snacks and drinks near her. She began to rifle through them, her eyes wide and her mouth practically salivating. He hadn't lost the bet that would've required him to bring food, but had done so anyways. "If I'm gonna watch this dumb movie, I better have something to snack on that I actually like."

As the movie began to start, Bakugou plopped down next to her, but made sure there was at least a foot of space in between them. If Uraraka noticed his conscious attempt to not get too close, she didn't say anything as she settled into a more comfortable position. When the movie started, Bakugou could tell within the first five minutes that he was not going to enjoy this at all. She had picked something stupidly cheesy. It was supposed to be romantic, cute, and funny, but it just made Bakugou want to gag.

"What do she even see in that guy?" Bakugou complained, holding a hand out. "He's a jackass and isn't even funny." Uraraka had a hand pressed to her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter, but she ended up snorting. "All he does is put her down. Is that what girls are supposed to like?"

"Yeah, who would like a guy that is mean to them?" Uraraka added, sounding suspiciously like she was teasing him.

Bakugou scowled at her. "I'm not mean; I'm being honest." He waved a hand at the TV guy in question. He wasn't even that good-looking, all things considered. They could've picked a more handsome actor. "He's a dick. He won't even admit to her that he accidentally slept with her twin sister. It's gonna cause issues later."

"I think that's the point," Uraraka said as he reached into the bag of snacks he was holding to get a handful.

"Miscommunication and lying is such a stupid plot device," Bakugou informed her. He shook his head. "You know what's going to happen, right?" She shook her head. "It's all gonna come up and she's gonna get upset, but then somehow he's gonna turn it on her. Because he didn't know it wasn't her. After a while, she'll come back crawling back and apologize when she didn't even do anything wrong. Because. He's. A. Jackass."

Uraraka exploded into laughter, apparently unable to hold it in any longer. Bakugou didn't know why he was getting so worked up about this in the first place. He hadn't planned on actually paying attention to the movie, but then Uraraka was right there and they were sharing snacks and though he was almost positive that they'd had plenty of space between them, their shoulders were nearly touching now. She kept playing with her fingers, touching her pads together but never all at once, and the urge to grab one of them and stop her was so strong that he had to watch the movie or he felt like he might do something drastic.

"Are you hot?" Uraraka asked him suddenly, peering up at him from underneath her eyelashes. "You look a little flushed. I can turn the heat down."

"I'm fine," Bakugou said roughly, trying very hard to ignore his sweat-covered palms. If he had known they were going to be this problematic, he would've brought a hand towel or something. Wiping something explosive on his clothes was always a terrible idea. "Watch your movie."

For the rest of the time, Bakugou did his best to stay silent. Every time he felt like bursting out with a complaint, he'd open his mouth and then either shove food in it or take a drink. Unfortunately it caused the side effect of him being hyper aware of the fact that he was alone in Uraraka's dorm with her and she was very close. It occurred to him that the only time he'd just sat and watched a movie with someone in their dorm was when Kirishima popped in with one and conned Bakugou into watching it with him.

Just sitting around, eating snacks, watching a movie. It was so damn normal. He bet Uraraka did this with her friends all the time. Had Deku or Iida done this with her? Had they been in her dorm room at this hour before? She had seemed flabbergasted over his bet to use her dorm instead of his or the common room area, but then, maybe it was because she was shy about how "boring" she thought her room looked compared to everyone else's.

When the movie was finally over, Bakugou sunk in his spot and threw his head back on the bed, letting out a loud groan. "Gods, Uraraka, that was so shitty. Do you watch these kinds of movies often?"

"Sometimes," she admitted, "but I did kind of pick the worst one I found this time."

"Thanks for making it special just for me," Bakugou griped.

As Uraraka set about turning the movie off, he sat there and idly watched her move around the room. She seemed more sluggish than usual, but then again, she had pushed herself incredibly hard in their hero lesson today. If not for Sero's quick reacting, he would've been launched to the ceiling after allowing himself to get touched by Uraraka in the middle of their combat scenario. Granted, it had been pretty hilarious when he'd dropped to the ground with a yelp when she'd deactivated her quirk. It had been a joy to watch.

So lost in thought, Bakugou hadn't realized that he was kind of staring and that Uraraka was done with whatever she had to do, which left them just looking at each other awkwardly. His eyes caught the clock on the wall behind her. "Ah, right. I need to get to bed."

"Can't miss that six a.m. run?" Uraraka teased.

"I still think it would be a good idea if you joined me," Bakugou said as he stood up, although he wasn't sure why he said it. He didn't want her to join him. "You should work on your cardio more."

Instead of being insulted, Uraraka shook her head, but there was a smile on her face. "Thanks for the honesty."

He gathered his things, leaving the drink she'd been sipping on behind, and then stretched as he stood up. The seats that she'd made with her pillows had been comfortable, but his ass still hurt a little. It would've been more comfortable if he could've laid down and watched the movie like he did in his own dorm whenever Kirishima came over. But then the idea of both him and her laying down on the bed watching the movie popped into his head and he almost turned red all over again.

"You better not tell anyone I watched this dumb movie or I'll kick your ass," Bakugou half-ass threatened as he made his way to the door.

Uraraka put a hand over her heart. "Not a word." She dropped her hand, catching it with her other so that she could wring them in front of her stomach. "But I'm still counting on you doing that Thursday."

"I'm not ever letting you win at Mario Kart again, Angel Face," Bakugou warned her, "so prepare to be humiliated on a grand scale."

Instead of looking scared or irritated, Uraraka looked quite happy. It made little sense to Bakugou. Why would she be happy about getting destroyed at a video game and therefore embarrassed? However, his heart beat a little faster before settling in what felt like relief. They were still on for Thursday night. Honestly, he couldn't wait. He didn't wait for her to say anything else before he slipped out of her dorm room, careful to make sure that none of the girls were around. By the time he made it back to his own dorm, any irritation at that movie had faded away.