17. "Ignore me, I didn't see anything" - requested by anon on tumblr


Ochako is twenty-five when she moves in with some friends from her high school days. The high rent forced plenty of young people to form communities and shared living spaces in the ever rising apartment buildings. And if she wants to keep sending half her paycheck into a savings account for her parents' big vacation and retirement fund, she needs a few roommates to lower her monthly expenses.

Being a hero pays well-enough, but every little bit helps.

It's her off-duty day, so she walks through the front door and throws her keys into the dish by the door and drops her bag on the floor outside her room. There's no one in the living room, so Tsuyu and Mina must be out. A man's coat is haphazardly thrown over one of the chairs in the living room and Ochako wonders to herself when Eijirou will just move in with Tsuyu.

They were super cute together and it would decrease the rent for everyone. His apartment with Denki and Katsuki had to be getting up there in cost, living on a top floor. Denki is seeing someone right now, too, come to think of it…

Ochako is still a bit bleary from her supplemental job, a moving company that permits use of her quirk, so she grabs a towel and, in the absence of her roommates, starts peeling sweaty clothes as she makes her way to the bathroom. She's plucking the nausea wristbands she wears off (a precaution more than a need at this point in her career) when she opens the bathroom door to a wall of steam. Ochako, with a trail of gross damp clothing behind her, clad only in one nausea wristband, a sports bra, her striped undies and socks is shocked.

When the shower curtain rattles back and the steam clears just enough to reveal a blonde head and lean muscle, Ochako drops the towel in surprise and covers her eyes.

"I'm so sorry! Ah I didn't- I mean I did see, but I really didn't mean to!" she's yelling into her hands and blushing all over. She can actually feel the glare on her skin. She can hear a growl and some rustling under her continual babbling, but she is leg-locked and can't move for the life of her. The air gets warmer and she jumps a little when his voice speaks so close.

"I'm fucking decent now. Open your damn eyes, you pervert." She peeks through fingers and finds Katsuki Bakugou pouting, red and looking everywhere but at her. "Fuckin' put this on already!"

Oh yeah.

She wasn't wearing a shirt. Or pants.

Ochako quickly grabs the towel (the one she dropped) from his outstretched hands. Katsuki has donned another around his waist, but his chest is still wet, hair dripping.

"Fuckin' finally..." he steps toward her, or more accurately, to the door. "Can I go now or are you going to freakin' stare at me all day?"

Ochako yelps and flattens herself against the door jam, letting him pass. One quick glance at his red toweled butt (hers were red! where did he get that!) and she races inside to shower.

When she emerges, she wraps the towel tighter and clutches the remainder of her clothes tightly to her chest. The long soak let her process what just happened a little bit, but questions remained. Why was he even here?

She couldn't see him from the hall, meaning he wasn't in the main room. Her room, it was. She yells before walking in, "Your eyes better be closed!" She's nervous but walks in anyway, it is her room after all. Thankfully, all she can see is the pale blonde tuft of hair sticking out from beneath the pillow his smothering to his face. He's lying on her bed and turns on his side to face the wall when she starts rummaging through drawers. Ochako quickly pulls out some random underclothes, a tee and leggings.

When she's done, she takes a moment to watch him, tense and curled on his side. He was embarrassed. With a small smirk, she flicks the lock on her door loudly. He flinches and looks tentatively over his shoulder.

"Ah I told you not to look!" She admonishes playfully, bounding across the small room to land next to him on her knees. Her hands immediately go to his sides as he angrily yelps, swatting her away until realizing he has a weapon. The pillow smacks her in the face.

Everything pauses until he whispers, "..Uraraka?" She lets her face remain blank, gripping the pillow he hasn't let go of yet. He lets it go of it and she almost feels bad for how unsure he looks. Well, imagine how she felt when he shows up two hours early for their date. She drops it to the floor and leans forward until her hands are pressed into the mattress near his shoulders, head.

"…Ochako," she says, cheeks pinking. "I told you to call me Ochako."

The unsure look gives way to one that's one part fear, one part excitement and two some other quantity that she doesn't want to guess wrong. He gulps and chews on his lip, one hand running up her arm and down to her side lightly. She has goosebumps everywhere his hand goes, but he doesn't speak, his face flushing steadily.

So she gathers her courage and leans down on her elbows, caging him in. She can feel his heartbeat fluttering, accelerating next to hers and his hands flatten against her lower back. Their noses bump when she says it.

"Katsuki."

Her name is whispered and then he's kissing her. That steady heat that she's only just getting to know, the temperature of their relationship is rising, or maybe she's making them float again without realizing it. She has fists full of damp blonde hair that smells like her own shampoo and the skin on her back is warm under his palms. Her name is broken between kisses and so is his until-

"Ocha- Oh my! Ignore me, I didn't see anything!" Tsuyu's voice snaps them out of their bubble and the pair thump back down onto the mattress as Ochako's skill releases from shock. Tsuyu backs from the door, clutching a jacket- Katsuki's jacket that had been in the living room. Eijirou is asking her something, but Tsuyu's stuttering, "I'll just, uh, leave this here and oh, Eiji, I just remembered I wanted to go to the… the movies! Yeah!"

The jacket is deposited on the desk just inside her room before Ochako's door is snapped shut. Ochako is scrambling to get a hold of herself and rush to explain- they'd only been dating a few weeks! They hadn't had time to figure it all out themselves, much less tell everyone else!

A callused hand snags her wrist. "Ochako."

She turns back, still a little panicked-did her lock not work?-, but he takes both of her wrists and moves until she is standing close to the bed, between his legs. His head is turned down and she can't see his expression. She can guess at what he's thinking.

"I suppose we don't have to tell them now, right? Ah, that could have gone better…" she rambles, trailing off when the crown of his head presses into her stomach. She sighs and pulls her hands out of his grip to thread them in his hair. Ochako can almost feel the heat on his face. His arms loop around her legs. "…say it again?"

"…mm …'chako…" he mutters. She smiles and makes him tilt his head up. Oh yes, his face is firetruck red, lips in an impressive pout, yet eyes bravely looking right at her, waiting.

She smiles around the three syllables of his name, as his hands tighten on her legs. "Katsuki."

"Shit." He falls back on the bed, dragging a laughing Ochako with him.