Uraraka's POV

Uraraka opened her eyes to the screaming of her alarm clock with a groan. She sat up groggily, missing the sweet embrace of sleep, as she looked at the blaring device. She removed the oven mitts from her hands and turned off the clock's alarm, careful not to touch it with all five fingers. She yawned loudly as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

She slowly slid to the edge of the bed, quickly standing up. Her muscles ached like she'd been hit by a truck. She might as well have been with the way Bakugou trained her. It had been a week since their first training session and they had trained together every day since. She was certain that the explosive boy was trying to kill her.

During yesterdays sparring session they got especially into it. Bakugou seemed a bit angrier than normal and Uraraka was admittedly a bit pissed cause she found that stupid Mineta trying to sneak into her room while he thought she was in the shower. So they took it out during their match. She had a bruise on the right side of her chin as well as a few cuts scattered here and there. Most of them were minor but she did get a decently bad cut below her eye. Bakugou didn't do it on purpose though. He actually bandaged it up for her as soon as it happened.

And it's not like he got out of it Scott free. It was true that none of his bruises were on his face or on his arms but she had gotten in a few good hits in. One of which she had gotten him off guard and promptly slammed her shin against his ribcage. He cursed really loud after that one. She also managed to trip him when he was still in shock about his side. He ended up getting a concussion from the fall but the bastard came back and still managed to beat her.

Uraraka looked down at her knuckles. They were bruised and scabbed slightly. She had also wrapped a bandage around her right bicep. It had also been hurt but nothing too serious. She couldn't help but smile Although she was in a lot of pain she never felt better. Sure she wished she wasn't bruised but hey, "No pain no gain" right?

Uraraka was taken from her thoughts by the sound of her phone receiving a text message. She looked at her charging phone and picked it up, flipping it open. It read:

Message from "Mr. Expodo Kills"

"Oi! Look what you did to me round face! You're gonna really gonna die tonight!"

Accompanied by the text was a picture of Bakugou's ribcage. It was bruised and looked purple.

She cringed slightly but let out a soft giggle anyways. She quickly typed in a reply.

"lol sorry... i'll treat you to food some time to make up for it :p"

She giggled before her eyes caught the time. She snapped her phone in an instant and rushed to get her uniform on. She was running late. She must have been so tired from last nights training that she slept through most of her alarm. She put her uniform on as fast as she could before running out of her room and down the stairs. She booked it out of the dorms, making a full sprint towards the school desperately.

Uraraka had only just managed to make it to class as the bell rang, for once being grateful that Aizawa was always late himself. She held her chest and panted, greedily taking in the air.

"Safe!" She heard Kaminari yell jokingly, eliciting a few laughs from her fellow classmates. She looked up to them all with a big smile.

Iida ran up to her, ready to go full force. "Uraraka! What is the meaning of you getting to class so late?" He asked, throwing his arms forward and making him look like a robot. Uraraka found it very hard to take him seriously but willed herself not to laugh. "We are UA students! It is our priority, nay, our duty to arrive to class at least fifteen minutes before the bell rings! Not right as it rings! I demand an explanation!"

Uraraka heard a few giggles from her little makeshift audience. She understood why though. It was always funny watching Iida go full lecture mode on someone. Sorta like a parent. He did this to everyone, or at least tried to.

She sighed. "Sorry, Iida..." God this was embarrassing. "I woke up late. I'll be more careful..."

"You better!" He told her, throwing his arms forward even more. "And what is with all of your bruising? Are you alright? Do you need to see Recovery Girl? What exactly happened? Do you require the assistance of me or any other of our fine classmates?" He asked her, speaking a mile a minute.

Uraraka sweatdropped. Sometimes he was too much, even for her. "N-no Iida... I'm fine honestly..."

"Are you sure?" He interrupted her. "How exactly did you receive these injuries? Are you in trouble in some way?"

"N-no Iida I'm fine..." She was beginning to feel annoyed. "I'm fine. I'm not in trouble. I got them from sparring with Bakugou."

At this, the atmosphere in the room changed dramatically. No longer was it calm, lighthearted and fun. It was now something completely different as the entire class snapped their necks to glare at the blonde boy all at once, much to his shock. The room was filled with what Uraraka could only describe as a murderous aura, all directed at him.

Iida, in an instant, went from in front of Uraraka to slamming his hands down on Bakugou's desk. "Bakugooou!" He yelled loudly. "What is the meaning of this? Why is Uraraka so beaten up? Have you no shame you rapscallion?"

Uraraka watched, visually seeing his temper rise, Bakugou stand up to confront the taller boy. "What the hell is your problem four-eyes?" He yelled intensely. "Who the hell are you calling a rapscallion?"

"You are my problem!" Iida yelled. "How dare you treat your fellow classmate in a way that puts her in such a condition!" He roared.

Uraraka stomped over and tried to get between them. "Iida it's fine. Really. It's not that bad."

"No Uraraka." Iida didn't look at her though. He glared at Bakugou like he wanted to kill him. "I cannot stand by and watch as my classmate and friend is being hurt!"

"The hell are you talking about you bastard?" Bakugou roared. He was read in the face and was clenching his fists tightly. Iida was going to push him over the edge if he didn't stop soon. "I already told you jackasses! She can handle herself!"

"Even so man, can't you ease up a bit?" Uraraka heard a certain electric hero speak up.

"Yeah, bro. You can be a bit easier on her." Kirishima let out.

Bakugou's chair screeched as he turned towards them all. "No, I fucking can't!"

"Bakugou calm down." Uraraka tried. "Guys. Really, it's fine. I'm fine."

"Dude look how bruised you are! It is not fine!" Jirou yelled, concern filling her voice.

"Will you idiots just leave it?" Bakugou yelled. "She said she's fine!"

The room went quiet as another chair screeched. All eyes darted to Bakugou's childhood friend, and currently Uraraka's best friend and crush, Deku. He stood up and glared at Bakugou, murderous intent filling his normally cheerful green eyes. Uraraka felt something deep in her bones quiver. He pushed the desk out of his way violently and stepped towards his old friend.

"The hell do you want nerd?" Bakugou challenged him, glaring back with just as much intensity. He seemed to be the only one not afraid of what might come.

"Apologize to her! Now!" Deku spit, venom lining his voice. His fists were also clenched. He looked angrier than Bakugou if that was even possible.

"Like hell, I will!" Bakugou growled dangerously. "I've already told you fuckers, she ain't some fragile girl!"

Those weren't the words Deku wanted to hear though. He closed the distance between them and placed his hands on the taller boys chest and side, pushing him away. "I SAID APOLOGIZE KACCHAN!"

Uraraka put her hands to her mouth in fear, a tear or two escaping her lips. "...stop it..." Her plea, however, was drowned out by the blood-curdling scream that erupted from Bakugou's lips. It filled the air like a thick smoke, choking each of them. Tears could be seen erupting from his eyes as he retaliated in both anger and instinct. Bakugou grabbed Deku's collar and yanked him forward just so he could throw the green-haired boy clear across the room.

Everyone stared in silence as Bakugou grabbed his side, the look of excruciating pain on his face as tears ran down his cheeks. He looked angrier than he ever had. And it scared Uraraka.

"You want to see the fragile girl she is?" He growled venomously, his glare piercing through each person. It pierced Uraraka the most though. She'd never expected to see him like this. He was supposed to stay strong. No matter what. In an instant, he lifted up his white shirt to show off a large bruise that covered his ribs. The bruise was a deep shade of purple mixed with black. It looked far different than it did the picture. It looked so much worse. "This is how fragile she is!"

Uraraka could feel the eyes on her. But she couldn't move. She couldn't speak. And she couldn't breathe. She had done that to him? To Bakugou of all people.

"But don't you feel bad for me!" He spat. Uraraka's eyes widened as she looked up to him. He was smiling. It was a cruel smile but a smile nonetheless. "You fuckers don't give her nearly enough credit. She's a lot fucking stronger than any of you bastards. I'd like to see even one of you go against me with the fucking confidence she does. Hand to hand. No fucking quirks. I dare you!" He was starting to look a bit faint. "From now on keep your ignorant opinions to yourselves. You don't know what the fuck you're talking about..." He started to trail off as he began to fall to the ground.

Uraraka felt her legs move on their own. She wasn't moving them. They just... moved. And in an instant, before he could hit the ground, both her and Kirishima were by his side, keeping him up.

"L-let go of me... bastards..." Bakugou growled.

The classroom door slammed open. Everyone's eyes darted to the door and everyone went silent. Aizawa.

"The hell is going on here?" He asked, annoyed. His eyes scanned the classroom before his eyes landed on Bakugou. They went wide. "Bakugou. The hell happened to you? Where'd you get that bruise?"

"It's my fault, Sir..." Uraraka spoke up, slightly afraid. "You see while we were training yesterday I got a kick in and now it's like this..."

Aizawa remained silent for a few moments before saying "Nice kick." Uraraka felt a soft blush crawl onto her face. Was she really being praised for hurting a fellow classmate? "Since it's your fault why don't you take him to Recovery Girl." He said, bored.

"Aye, Sir!" Uraraka said, gently pressing her finger pads onto Bakugou so she could carry him by himself.

Kirishima hesitated for a second before sitting down after receiving a glare from Aizawa.

Uraraka pulled him onto her back as gently as she could before beginning to walk out with him.

"And Uraraka." Aizawa said. She stopped and looked back at him. "Go ahead and stay with him until he can come back to class. Also a bit of a heads up, I probably have to punish you for hurting him so bad. I don't know. We'll see."

Uraraka felt her soul leave her briefly. She was not looking forward to whatever punishment would come her way. Nonetheless, though she began to carry him. It wasn't that hard, mostly cause of her quirk, and it didn't take long.

She got to Recovery Girl's office rather quick and dumped Bakugou in one of the spare beds. The old woman was certainly surprised to see them both their so early in the morning and even more surprised to see Bakugou. Apparently no matter how bad his injury he never once went to see her. Even when he hurt himself bad.

"It's good you brought him here though." The small woman said. "Looks like whatever kicked him so hard serious bruised his rib. If untreated he might have been in the hospital by the end of the week."

Uraraka felt herself shrink as guilt overcame her. She began to let herself be filled with the emotion before feeling a lollipop being shoved into her mouth. She gasped as she looked down at the short woman.

"No need to worry hun." She told her. "He's a strong boy. This won't bring him down."

Uraraka smiled at her appreciatively. She really knew how to make people feel better.

After Recovery girl had healed Bakugou he completely crashed. In a matter of moments, he was asleep. The small hero said that with his injury it was to be expected and walked into her private office to do some paperwork. Apparently a lot of paperwork needed to be done everytime a student was seriously injured on school property or when the school was involved. Made Uraraka think about all the times Deku hurt himself.

She sat by his side for a couple hours before he finally woke up, about fifteen minutes until lunch would start. Recovery girl had already bandaged him up. She even put a few on his head cause apparently he had a concussion he hadn't take care of.

He sat up, much to Uraraka's protests.

"How long was I out, round face?" He asked groggily. She giggled. It was like a completely different side of him when he was tired. It was almost sorta... "Oi! I'm talking to you round face." He complained as he pinched her cheeks.

She puffed out her cheeks and swatted his hands away. "Ow. Ow. Ow. A few hours I guess..." She whined. "It's almost lunch."

"Shit..." he growled to himself.

Uraraka looked at his face as she fidgetted. She wanted to apologize. "Liste-"

"Don't bother apologizing." He told her. "You didn't do anything wrong. It was those idiots' fault for budding where they didn't belong." He told her. "They don't realize how strong you are. And about my ribs. We're cool. I knew what I was getting in to." He looked her dead in the eye.

Uraraka couldn't help but smile as a tear fell from her eye.

"No crying." He told her as he threw the blankets off. "Come on. Let's hit the cafeteria. I'm starving."

Uraraka wiped the tears away. "Okay!"

They stood up together and began walking to the cafeteria. There wasn't much of a conversation between them. It was mostly just her talking at him. She didn't mind though. She knew he was paying attention.

He was a good friend like that.

Author's Notes"

I hope everyone enjoyed. Since no one is voting I guess I'll just decide on my own. That's fine I have a basic idea of what I want to do. I'll still take votes cause it should be a couple more chapters till the first arc. Also please check out my Ulysses Academy fic. It's about UA's sister school in America. I plan to do a crossover between these two stories at some point. Bye!