Bakugou was in a good mood.
A strangely good mood.
He had had a mediocre day. It was the usual thing. He had three idiots surrounding him constantly, and he had had to blast them back in their seats every time they irked him off enough.
The Usual routine.
Class, Training, Class, Training.
Why was he strangely in such a good mood, though?
He wasn't happy. He wouldn't go that far. But he certainly didn't feel angry. Or annoyed. That was a change, at least.
He had plopped himself onto the bed casually in thought, and had begun to undress out of his school shirt. Sure, the duct tape window by the side was an eyesore, but It didn't bother him that much today.
Strange.
He was in a good mood, he supposed.
His phone rang. Bakugou glared at it carefully, before picking it up gingerly with a knowing pout.
"What?"
"Don't 'What' me you ignorant boy!" He felt as if his eardrums had exploded at the sudden volume. So much for his good mood.
It had gone rotten.
"Don't fucking scream, you noisy bitch."
"Don't you fucking scream at me when you say that, Katsuki!" He clicked his tongue angrily, about to hang up on her without hesitation. "And don't you dare hang up on me, I'll fucking whack you if you do, stupid boy!"
"Then don't. Fucking. Scream at me." He replied through gritted teeth. His mother was as annoying as always. Yet she rarely called him. And when she did it was irritating. A pain to deal with.
"What the hell do you want?"
"Don't swear at me. That's what I want." He rolled his eyes. "Katsuki, it's your father's birthday soon."
"So?"
"Don't fucking 'so?' me, who the hell do you think you' re talking to?"
"A bitch."
"Your mom!"
"What's the problem?" Bakugou sighed, deciding it was better to get straight to the point so as to avoid blasting his phone to pieces in his growing irritation.
"...It's on a Sunday." There was a pause. Bakugou waited. He could sort of predict what was coming next, but he decided to wait for the words to come. "I want you to come home."
He kept silent for a few seconds.
"Why?"
He heard his mother sigh at the other end of the line.
"Because we're a fucking family, Katsuki. What don't you understand about that? It's a Sunday, you'll be free, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Do me a favour... Get him something.."
"Fuck. You just want someone to get you a present for him, huh?" He scoffed at his mother's ulterior motives. Fucking easy to read.
"Just get him something... A towel, a nail cutter, anything."
"I don't really care about birthdays."
"I don't really care about what you think, Katsuki. Just do as you're told and shut up about it."
How he wished he had bought the punchbag he and Kirishima had seen in the shopping district the other day. He really needed to sock something in hard. The flat face's flat face would be perfect material.
"Fucking bitch.." his palms were ignited.
"Don't swear at me!"
"Fuck off."
When Uraraka had left the cafe through the back door after her shift, she was greeted by an unpleasant surprise. A group of a few young men a few years into their twenties were surrounding a fellow staff member from the cafe. She didn't really know her, since they had different shifts, but Uraraka had often seen her enter the shop right before she herself left it after her own hour shift. It was definitely an odd sight.
"Hey... Come on now!" She heard one of the men jeer. "Don't you wanna come with us?"
"You' ve got pretty legs. You look good, miss..."
Ochako heard a loud smacking noise.
"Don't touch me!"
She looked up intently, marching straight towards the group with iron determination. She reached out a hand to clasp one of the men's shoulder, swerving him around to face herself.
"Excuse me, what are you doing with our staff?" Ochako stared at the man before her with steely eyes, yet felt insecure and strangely nervous.
The man was glancing at her up and down, blue eyes swerving as if contemplating her every look to absorb it into his menacing, disgusting eyes.
"Wow. This chick's gorgeous." She heard him laugh.
"You sure? Her face is all round, ain't it?" One of the other men jeered back. A vein had popped at Uraraka's forehead. What the hell?
"Excuse me?" Her eyes hardened, and she dropped her arm back down to her side. "Could you guys please leave? This girl here has to get in for her shift." Ochako pushed the blonde girl next to her, their eyes meeting subconsciously. Uraraka nodded at her encouragingly, nudging her to run inside the back door.
"Heh? Then do you wanna come with us instead?" Ochako stared at him weirdly.
"I'm sorry?"
"Hey, I'm saying you're freaking hot, pretty. Wanna hang out somewhere?" The man with the blue eyes had reached out a shaking arm to grab her own with an iron grip. Ochako shrugged it off immediately.
"Stop it." She snapped, annoyed. "Please leave."
"Is that how you treat your customers, missus? I don't-"
"I'm sorry, but I've got an appointment elsewhere. If you'd like to continue this discussion I must call the manager-" She yelped in surprise as the man suddenly drew a hand to grab her right arm and haul her to his side, yanking her to drag her away. The men by the side were cackling maliciously. She was at a loss of words.
Her eyes travelled to find the blonde girl hastily. She tilted her head forcefully, indicating the back door with steely determination. The girl nodded nervously, and pushed her way into the building, almost in tears.
Ochako yanked her hand out of his grasp, but was only crowded by other men behind her, and pushed back amongst them. She felt herself be led outside the alleyway into the main road in the shopping district, as she struggled in vain against the barrier between herself and the people around her. She longed to use her quirk to float them away from her, but she was still reluctant upon using it on civilians. Would pro heroes do things like this? How would pro heroes actually deal with situations like this?
She was worried that these men were indeed customers, and that they would taint the cafe's reputation permanently if she did anything wrong.
But now wasn't the time to say that.
"Freaking chick won't stop moving!"
She yelled audibly as she felt a hand slide down her back to her legs.
Disgusting.
She smacked the hand away in embarrassment and humiliation, floating the man forcefully away with her quirk and swipe kicking the other man in front of her with the combat techniques she had learnt during her internship with Gunhead. The blue eyed man had sworn under his breath, and taken a long stride to swing in an empty fist at her head, which she dodged swiftly to slam the hand away and to grab it with a forward march, before swinging the sturdy structure behind her towards and flinging him to the floor with a heaving throw. She paused at the impact, before narrowly evading another attack that lunged for her neck by her side. It was a rock. And it was floating.
They were now using their quirks.
She was guessing the quirk was the floating man's above her, as the rock flew around weakly maneuvering pathetically in attempt to hit the target. The quirk would've been more powerful had it been in someone else's hands. She was guessing he possessed the quirk to push and pull small objects at a close distance. She dodged each and every one of them hastily, before swinging around to slam her palms into another attacking man with strangth, causing him to float away too. As she turned around, she was about to-
Smack!
The impact had lingered on her cheeks longer than the fist had struck her. She was flung backwards to the floor. Her face was stinging, her vision slightly blurred as she looked up at the attacker. The blue eyed man had stood up once more, gaze icy cold upon her with a crude smile on his lips. She was aware of all the attention they were getting now, especially in the crowded shopping district there.
Ochako gulped challengingly.
Many people had stopped for a look, but most of them had brushed the event off as if dusting off dust from a cupboard. No one had bothered to intervene.
She supposed that was what heroes were for, perhaps.
'How selfish.'
A sense of bubbling anger had overcome her. She glared at her attacker with fiery eyes. She wasn't about to hold back. They were civilians, sure, but she wasn't sure how much longer she could take this.
A flash had struck her eyes at her left as it took her a blinded millisecond to realise that it was a quirk, as a hand swung in to grab her hair by her side. Her eyes closed as she braced for impact, but it never came.
"What the hell are you doing, round face?"
Ochako's eyes widened. She knew that voice well. She contemplated the muscled hand that had grabbed the attacker's thrusting arm before her with incredulity. His palms were fuming.
"Bakugou?" Ochako was openly gaping at the boy, expression reflecting her inner shock and surprise. The other men around her had also frozen in their positions at the sight at the explosive boy's sudden arrival.
He turned back at her, giving her the same, disgustingly disgusted face that was always specially reserved for her and her apparently disgusting face.
"Don't fucking make a scene out here and block the way for others, bitch." His glare was mortifying. "Freaking annoying."
"Uh..."
"And you fucktards out there, go fucking find a life. You sure adults of your age should be fucking around with this underage bitch here? Because you should find someone else. You'll regret it. This fucking bitch is stupid and annoying."
The men were staring at him with hostile gestures, muttering dark comments under their breaths.
"Who the hell are you? This chick's boyfriend?" One of them had hissed out loud, to be immediately shot down by Bakugou within a millisecond.
"Who would want to date this monster?" Uraraka flinched. Monster. Nice. It left a lovely taste in her mouth. The small embarrased blush had left her face immediately as she gulped down her instant irritation.
"I would definitely not date someone so..." She deliberately glanced at Bakugou to strike in an impacting reaction. "-explosive." She ended, rolling her eyes. She could feel the heat rising beside her, Bakugou's palms releasing small explosions again.
"And I would fucking commit suicide before I could spend ten minutes in the same room with this fat and ugly bitch!"
"I'd rather date a weird alien than date this jerk!"
"Well good, because only the mad aliens would choose to date some ugly girl like you!"
"Is this a romantic comedy show?" Both heads swerved to murderously glare at one of the men who had spoken. "What are you, comedians?"
Both Bakugou and Uraraka were ready to retaliate violently before being interrupted by a cautious hand on the speaker's shoulders.
"Wait up, dude. He's the guy from the sports festival." Ochako heard the figure breathe. "The guy who won the tournament at UA." The man's tone was fearful, as his friends visibly shrunk back at his words in apparent realisation.
"He's the guy who got taken hostage by the sludge villain, right?"
Bakugou's explosive aura was spreading like a dark cloud of doom. Uraraka decided to shut up for the time being.
"Which little bastard just said that shit?" He spat, scanning the crowd with feline predatory instincts.
The crowd dispersed almost immediately. The men had disappeared. They were left standing alone in the middle of the main road, staring at each other in disbelief.
Ochako blinked.
Then she watched Bakugou's red eyes fix on her with dripping poison.
"Uh.. Thanks." She started awkwardly. The boy didn't move. He just grunted in annoyance.
"..." The silence was overwhelming. Bakugou's glare was so distracting that her mind had gone blank. "Can I treat you something? Like, at some ramen restaurant or somewhere?"
Her tone was hopeful. She didn't dislike the boy, and it was an opportunity to know him better.
She absorbed his malicious leer.
Possibly not.
"They're shit."
"Sorry?"
"The restaurants are shit. My cooking is better." He answered shortly, turning away.
'Oh really?' Ochako gulped slightly in thought. She hadn't eaten much. She was a glutton, and she needed food. Desperately needed food.
He moved through the crowd under the street lights, with Uraraka trailing not far behind him.
Thank you for reading! Hope you've enjoyed this chapter! Once more, sorry if the swearing bothered anyone.. I'd really appreciate reviews. Reviews? Please leave a few! (claps hands together desperately) Thanks for reading!