47. "Go on, I dare you" - Requested by anonymous on tumblr
(They're a bit older in this one, well out of school and in an established relationship. I had a few ideas pop into my head with this prompt, so don't be surprised if you see it again sometime...)
"Go on... I dare you," Bakugou spits, getting the blood out of his mouth. He gleefully watches as the Villain's lackeys surround Uraraka. "For once, it ain't me you gotta worry about." The blood wells from the loose tooth he has and he spits again, wiping his mouth. His grin is tinged pink and red. "It's her."
The Villain spares a glance at the short girl in the pink and white leotard, with a round face and soft curves that are only accentuated by her hero costume. Just from observation, his body shifts to form her curves and match her height for a split second, gauging her strength by how he feels. He's never heard of Uravity before, but he's seen the Explosion quirk user on the news before. That guy is the real threat, not this angelic girl. His gang has her completely surrounded and she's looking around trying to find a way to run. The blonde hero will have to save her or make space for her to escape, clearly, as she seems at a loss.
The lackeys expose their quirks, oozing skin acid and spikes and partial animal forms, but the girl to her credit, doesn't flinch. They're waiting for her to move or show a sign of weakness. When she slides her foot back and the massive heel catches on some rubble, they group jumps. Bakugou just grins wider.
Uraraka uses the springs in her shoes to jump and float above the pile of low level thugs as easy as breathing. Some of the unlucky ones come into contact with an ally that uses acid and start screaming in pain. The spikey ones start shooting at her, the spindles missing by inches as she uses momentum and a rhythm of tapping fingers to keep moving through the air.
When she does finally land, a shark-headed guy rams straight for her, but Uraraka grabs a chunk of steel-reinforced concrete leftover from Bakugou's first attack. Her Comet Shot sends the half-fish flying into two of his buddies, his teeth shattered three rows deep. Those with acid burns or a great white on top of them wisely decide not to stand back up when Uraraka throws the hulking mass at the horde- really why do they always stand together?- and pressed her hands together at the last second.
Now only the Villain stands between Bakugou and Uraraka.
Bakugou is caught somewhere between laughing and yelling, itching to join in on the beating, but also loving the chaos around him at the hands of such a soft-looking girl. It's been years since the sports festival that first year of high school and he still doesn't understand how anyone could think of Uraraka as less than lethal.
The Villain is speechless, hand stretched out like he was trying to stop her from beating the tar out of his gang, but never spoke up. It drops when Uraraka pulls back her tinted visor and he comes face to face with an angry pair of brown eyes. He imagines that she's quite pretty when not making such a terrifying face, but he just can't get past the crinkled brow and slit eyes.
Bakugou loves it.
He's been making his way up behind the Villain quietly as the asshole stares in horror at the sprite of a girl before him. He flinches when Bakugou whispers harshly in his ear: "I fuckin' told you so."
Uraraka approaches them slowly, speaking calmly despite the dark expression. "Since we don't have a way to suppress you or your quirk peacefully, we'll have to make sure you can't use it until the police can arrive." The Villain gulps, skin shifting and bones rattling, unsure of what form to take. "Hon', if you would?"
Bakugou wraps the Villain in a choke hold, dangerous hands right behind his head. Uraraka reaches them and smiles, features clearing into a heart-warming smile. She taps his chest and waves as he begins to float.
"Have a nice flight!"
Higher and higher they get, the blonde explosion still gripping him. An eager voice sounds in his ear followed by a big boom: "Ready?"
Bakugou and the Villain are hurtling to the ground when he suddenly lets the Villain go. Another flare and he sets himself neatly on the ground as the asshole bad guy ends with his face in the dirt.
Uraraka steps next to him and he pulls her into his side by the waist.
"You weren't gonna help me?"
"You know I love watching you work," he grins, gesturing vaguely to the rubble. "I break it, you use it."
She smacks his chest, grinning, and tugs at his utility belt. "Zipties, hon'."
He sighs, trying to cool his pulse down, and retrieves the orange plastic. He hands half to her as he scans the area, already thinking about when they get off duty and how to regale her with how very hot he finds her contradiction of appearance and action to be. There are quite a few guys knocked out, scattered around, easy to bind up. The baddies who are still conscious are holding their hands out together, very ready to go to jail.
