AN: This chapter contains explicit descriptions of oral sex/sexual interactions.


"Welcome to the Endeavor agency."

Endeavor's voice boomed over the three teens, polite and cordial, but Bakugo could always tell where he wasn't wanted, and Endeavor…he for sure could care less about him or the nerd. Obviously, he wanted IcyHot, but somehow he had gotten roped into bringing the other two on.

Well, Bakugo did not give a fuck if Endeavor wanted him here or not. So long as he got to see how the top hero worked, it didnt matter to him. And Bakugo said as much.

"Shoto! Are you really friends with this delinquent?!" Endeavor turned toward his son.

"We were told this internship was mandatory, so I wouldn't complain to us." Todoroki chimed in, sounding bored and indifferent to his father's frustration.

"Thank you for allowing us to do our internships with you," Deku attempted to calm the waters, sounding overly bright and cheerful as always. The sound of his voice was grating to Bakugo's ears, even more so after their unwanted and one-sided conversation regarding Uraraka a couple of weeks ago.

For what felt like the hundredth time, Bakugo wondered how the fuck he was supposed to get through these next couple of months with Half and Half and the nerd?!

Their meeting with All-Might a couple of days back was also hanging in the air between them. All-Might had called Deku and himself in to talk. Bakugo had assumed it would be about One-For-All, which, surprise, surprise, Deku had made little headway on. But it turned out that All-Might had wanted to discuss their upcoming internships with Endeavor's agency.

He still had no clue why All-Might thought he and Endeavor were alike, which irked him. It didn't take much to see that Endeavor was a jerk. He was strong, powerful, and the current number-one hero, but everyone seemed to avoid him, including his family. Once upon a time, the comparison wouldn't have stung as much, but now?

Bakugo found his mind wandering to his round-faced girlfriend. Uraraka was probably reaching Miruko's office right about now. Every time he thought of his girl interning with the Rabbit Hero, his heart seemed to do weird shit. It swelled up with pride. Pride that he hadn't really felt on behalf of someone else before. Well, other than All-Might. But this somehow felt different.

Before Bakugo could give these feelings more thought, Endeavor broke out into a full sprint, igniting his flames and shouting at the trio behind him, "If you want to learn, then watch from the back."

Bakugo immediately sprung into action, already taking his gauntlets and getting ready for whatever villain attack Endeavor had clearly heard, even though no one else had. Icy Hot and Deku were seconds behind him, all three teens at the ready.

"Tell us what we need to do," Deku shouted at the Pro Hero.

Unfortunately, with Endeavor handling the main villain and Hawks showing up to help with the subordinates, there wasn't much left to do for the U.A. heroes-in-training.

In fact, the next couple of weeks were spent with Bakugo, Icy Hot, and Deku running in circles, always reaching the action after Endeavor had already put it to rest.

It was driving Bakugo up the wall. His patience, already limited, was running thinner these days. It didn't help his growing frustration that he was finding less and less time to spend with Uraraka.

Between school, his internship with Endeavor, and secret One-For-All training with All-Might and Deku, Bakugo would barely have enough energy left at the end of the day to make it to his bed. One night, he actually fell asleep on the floor by his bedroom door. He woke up sore and unsure how he ended up there. Uraraka was also in the same boat. He hadn't had much time to ask her about how her internship was going, but from the little they had talked about it; it seemed to be going about the same as his.

Both Endeavor and Miruko did not want anything to do with the heroes-in-training, but they were aware that well-trained heroes were desperately needed, with the League of Villians lurking in the background. Further, there was much more villain activity going around. The teachers had still not been able to tell him or Uraraka, who had been behind their encounter at the amusement park, which unnerved him.

It didn't help that all the adults seemed on edge. There were much more hushed conversations between the teachers at U.A. A permanent tension hung over all of them, and it had Bakugo on edge ever since Endeavor had changed his tune when it came to the other two U.A. students under his care.

Endeavor had made it very clear he wanted nothing to do with Bakugo and Deku. Burnin, one of Endeavor's side kicks, had further confirmed as much, making it very clear that only Half and Half would be working under Endeavor. Bakugo was ready to give the Number One Pro-Asshole a piece of his mind when Endeavor came out of his office with that same tense look that all U.A. teachers seemed to have. Endeavor had left the three U.A. students with Burnin, going into his office with the stupid book that Hawks had given them, but when he came out, he flipped the script on them. Out of nowhere and much more determined than anyone anticipated, Endeavor said he would personally train all three of them.

It's exactly what Bakugo had wanted, but somehow he knew it meant that shit was about to hit the fan a lot sooner than anyone had anticipated because there was no way someone like Endeavor changed his mind that quickly unless it was due to something dire.

"Katsuki?" Uraraka's voice dragged him back to the present. After weeks of only being able to catch each other in class and lunch, they finally had found a chunk of time to have their official second date.

"Sorry." He grumbled, taking a bite out of his burnt pizza slice Uraraka had made them.

"What's wrong?" Uraraka playfully nudged his thigh with her barefoot, but the tightness around her eyes gave away her worry.

"Nothing." He sighed, trying to shake off this growing worry. They hardly got to spend time together, and the last thing he wanted was to ruin their second date with his attitude.

"Is it my shitty pizza?" She teased, "I promise I read the instructions twice, so I don't know how it got so burnt." She stared at her own blackened slice with pity. She was trying to lighten the mood, he could tell, and fuck did it not twist his insides and make him want to say things he was pretty sure he should not be saying this soon.

Bakugo managed a half-hearted chuckle, and it pissed him off. He couldn't seem to shake this shitty mood. It was like every fucking bad thought he had been trying to keep at bay was finally making their unwanted appearance.

"Hey," Uraraka scooted closer to him, moving their plates so she could kneel next to him, "Tell me what's wrong." She asked him so earnestly that for the five hundredth time since this thing with Uraraka had started, he wondered how the fuck he ever got so lucky. Bakugo wasn't used to this. He had made peace with the fact that the path to number one was lonely. He didn't need anyone. They would slow him down. All-Might had done it without anyone. Endeavor also seemed to be alone at the top. Bakugo had been fine with this so long as he was number one at the end.

But staring into his girlfriend's chocolate brown eyes, the thought of not having her next to him in the future sent a sharp pain down to the pit of his stomach.

Bakugo grabbed her hand and pulled her into him, settling her down on his lap as he burrowed his face into her hair. Due to time constraints to their schedules, their second date consisted of Uraraka's attempt at making dinner for them and having them eat it on the floor of his room. Uraraka had decorated his room a little to make it seem more like a picnic, and she had tried to have everything ready for when Bakugo got back from his training with Deku and All-Might. He was still sweaty, but she didn't seem to mind. Uraraka had offered to let him go shower first if he wanted, but he didnt want to give up any of the little time they had together.

"Are you okay?" She asked again, this time her tone was more serious.

Bakugo wasn't sure how to respond. He didn't even know what was wrong with him. These past weeks of going and going with seemingly no stop in sight weighed heavier on him than he anticipated. It felt like this giant timer was hanging above all the heroes' heads, ticking down the seconds slowly for the impending showdown with the League of Villains. Despite an increase in villain activity, the League of Villains had been uncharacteristically quiet. This stoked a fear inside Bakugo that he hadn't felt since he had been kidnapped. He had refused to acknowledge this fear. There was no place for it if he was going to be a top hero. Heroes had to be quick and decisive. Fear was paralyzing. It was...

"Ochako." His voice was heavy with unnamed emotion. Maybe he needed more sleep. His mind and his heart would settle with more rest. He'd be able to think clearly.

Uraraka tried to turn to face him, but Bakugo held her in his lap tightly. He had no idea where all these emotions had come from, but he couldn't bare to have her see him so weak.

She didn't try to move for some time, letting Bakugo hold onto her without saying a word. Their burnt pizza and iced tea were all but forgotten on the floor beside them. It was oddly intimate—even more than when they had fallen asleep practically naked with one another.

"Katsuki," Uraraka said his name tentatively.

"Hmm." He managed to say into her neck.

"If it's okay with you, will you come with me somewhere?" She asked nervously. Bakugo could feel her shaking slightly, which piqued his curiosity.

He still didn't trust himself to speak. He wasn't sure what was more upsetting, that all his worries and fear decided to appear here and now or that he had ruined another date for them. The least he could fucking do was go wherever she intended to take him.

Bakugo nodded, loosening his hold on Uraraka and helping her get up on her feet before following her. Surprisingly, Uraraka grabbed his hand and led him to his window ledge instead of his bedroom door.

"I'm going to cancel our gravity for a little so hold on to me, yea?" She whispered. Bakugo nodded again. He felt her cancel out his gravity and start to float, but she quickly followed him. They floated gently to the roof of their dorm room before Uraraka released them. Once they were both standing firmly on the roof, Uraraka broke the silence between them, "I don't know what's wrong, and you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but whenever I feel overwhelmed, I like to come and look at the stars." Uraraka said shyly as if she were waiting for him to tell her how dumb that sounded.

Bakugo turned to look at his girlfriend tenderly. He almost said what had been hanging on the tip of his tongue for some time now. But no, he was fairly certain it was still too soon for that, so he squeezed her hand instead, smiling up at her. "Why?" He asked sincerely.

She smiled back tentatively and turned back up to face the night sky before answering. "Sometimes, when I start to think of everything, and I start to feel like it's too much, I look up at all the stars, and it makes me remember that we are so small and tiny compared to the big wide universe. And if we are small and tiny, then all of our problems are even smaller and tinier."

"It's stupid," she continued, "but I thought maybe it would help."

"It's not stupid, Ochako." He said genuinely, pulling her closer to him. He still didn't fully understand and wasn't sure he agreed exactly with the logic, but Uraraka had brought him here in an attempt to help calm his worries, despite not knowing what they were, and that's all that mattered to him right now.

She looked up at him again, her eyes searching for something in his. He wasn't sure what she was looking for, but she seemed to have found it because she suddenly reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.

"You don't have to share if you don't want to, but I'm here to listen if you ever decide that you do."

He wasn't ready yet, but something deep inside him settled, knowing that he had someone as caring and genuine in his corner.

They held onto each other for a couple of minutes, neither willing to let go. Their second date had taken an even more unexpected turn than their first, and somehow, this one was much scarier.

Uraraka was the first to pull back from their embrace. "We can stay up here if you want, or we can go back inside." She walked back toward the edge of the building, staring up at the night sky before turning back to the blonde a couple of steps behind her, "Besides, you still need to shower." She scrunched her nose at him playfully, and Bakugo couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of him. The fear he felt lingered in the recesses of his mind, but standing at the roof's edge with Uraraka allowed for a new, lighter feeling to envelop him.

"Let's go." He grabbed Uraraka's warm and waiting hand and let her cancel out his gravity so they could float back down to his room.

Once inside his room, they started cleaning up their food, drinks, and picnic-like decorations. Bakugo grabbed his shower stuff, and then they both headed downstairs toward the kitchen. They found that the common room was mostly empty. It was pretty late, and it was a school night. The only classmates in the common room were Aoyama, Koda, and Sato. They appeared to be studying at one of the tables. Uraraka waved at them as she and Bakugo made their way into their shared kitchen. All three boys voiced their greetings for both of them but let them be, quickly returning to their homework. Not only had Bakugo and Uraraka seemed to have gotten more comfortable around each other, but their classmates were also starting to regard them as a unit. No more double takes when they entered a room. It felt nice, Uraraka thought quietly.

After finishing cleaning up in the kitchen, Bakugo and Uraraka walked out of the common room; Bakugo began making his way toward the showers, and he assumed Uraraka would say her goodbye and head up to her room. He turned to say goodbye, but Uraraka looked up at him and motioned with her head for him to keep going. Bakugo's eyebrows shut up in question, but Uraraka rolled her eyes and took his hand, leading him all the way toward the boy's showers.

They arrived at the showers, neither having said a word. Bakugo made to speak, but Uraraka quieted him again, putting a finger on his lips before motioning quietly toward the room. Bakugo looked at her questioningly while Uraraka looked at him expectantly. If he had to guess what Uraraka was waiting for, it would be for him to go in and check that there was no one in the showers. Nervous energy was starting to simmer inside him, but he didnt want to get too ahead of himself.

Bakugo checked each shower and bathroom stall thoroughly, and by the grace of all the Gods, they were empty. He rejoined Uraraka at the entrance and extended his hand toward her. She seemed to understand what he meant and nodded, following him inside. Now alone, it seemed like Uraraka's nerves were getting the best of her, but she was determined. A fierce blush graced her cheeks, and Bakugo wanted to say something, but Uraraka closed her eyes, and Bakugo decided to watch and wait.

Uraraka took a couple of deep breaths in an attempt to calm her nerves. Now was good a time as any to say something, but Bakugo was mesmerized by her. She had worn a thin t-shirt that hugged her body tightly. The rise and fall of her breaths made her breasts strain against it. He no longer had to imagine what was underneath; he had first-hand knowledge of each and every curve her body took, how tender her breasts felt, and how they fit perfectly in his hand when he cupped them. He knew exactly how to tease at her nipples until she was writhing under him, begging him to do more.

Fuck! Bakugo internally groaned. He was already incredibly turned on, and she hadn't even done anything. Shit, she hadn't even said anything! It also didn't help that they barely had enough time and energy to hang out, let alone do much else. It had been weeks since that morning in her bedroom, and besides quick pecks here and there and hand-holding in between classes, the physical aspect of their relationship had been virtually non-existent. That wasn't why he was with her, but fuck if he didn't miss her in that way.

Uraraka seemed to be of a similar mind because, out of nowhere, she looked up at him with the same look she had given him back during the sports festival. The look that said, 'I might be scared, but I'm not backing down.' That look turned him on more than he would ever willingly admit.

She took off her shirt with shaky hands, never breaking eye contact with Bakugo. When they had silently made their way to the showers together, Bakugo had thought of many possibilities as to why she was joining him, but her stripping in front of him was definitely not one. Not even close to one!

Uraraka continued to remove her clothing, tripping a little as she tried to maintain her balance while taking off her leggings. Bakugo didn't seem to mind that she wasn't as seductive in her strip tease as she had hoped, which gave her the confidence to continue. Standing in her bra and underwear, she took another calming breath. The idea had come to her while they stood on the roof. He clearly didnt want to talk about whatever was bothering him, and she respected that, but a part of her wasn't ready for the night to end. When they had finally found a space in their ever-busy schedules to have a second date, Uraraka had been excited for days. Nothing had been able to kill her spirits, not the long nights with Miruko or increasingly harder assignments at school. She had her date with Bakugo to look forward to! She missed spending time with him, not just in the physical sense but in general. Although, she'd be lying if she said she hadn't hoped that they would at least make out a little.

Uraraka had known that their second year was going to be tough; she just never envisioned she'd have to juggle a relationship on top of everything as well. So she held on to what little time they could find for one another, and that included today. It may be selfish of her to do this, but looking at him looking at her so attentively, his dick already hard and straining against his joggers, she didn't think he minded her hijacking his shower much.

She unhooked her bra and let it fall down to her elbows before discarding it next to her shirt and leggings. Bakugo raised his eyebrows again but said nothing. His tongue darted out between his lips, wetting them slightly before swallowing hard. Uraraka looked at him with hooded eyes before toying with the elastic band on her underwear and grabbing onto it to pull it down. Before she managed to rid herself of the last bit of clothing, Bakugo's hands reached out to stop her.

"Ochako?" He questioned, voice thick and heavy. He was not unaffected by her stripping down in front of him, and it compelled her to keep going. Uraraka smiled at him, shaky and nervous but determined. She gently slapped his hands away before finishing what she had started.

Standing completely naked with Bakugo still fully clothed in front of her made heat drop down between her thighs. She could feel herself get wet, her clit spasming in anticipation. Before the shyness could set in, Uraraka turned toward the shower and headed inside, turning on the water. She let the water slowly begin to warm up as it cascaded down her naked body. Uraraka could feel Bakugo's eyes on her, watching her. Waiting. With as much confidence as she could muster, she turned toward him, "You coming or not?" She asked.

Her question seemed to have unfrozen Bakugo. He quickly discarded his clothes, practically tripping over himself to join his beautiful and very fucking naked girlfriend in the shower. Once inside, Uraraka reached up as he reached down, both desperate to get rid of any fucking space between them. Finally, their lips met, hungry and needy.

The warm water splashed around them, creating steam, but it didn't compare to the heat that was sizzling from them. His naked erection pressed against her stomach, and one of her hands left his hair to reach for it.

"Fuck!" He hissed into her lips as she began to stroke him. Bakugo pushed her up against the cold tile, hiking her leg up over his hip as his hand grabbed onto her ass for dear life. He began kissing her jaw, moving down her neck, and when he couldn't reach lower without bending down, he pulled back, a maddening look in his eyes. He moved her hand off his erection, pinning both of them over her head, and leaned down to kiss her. A slow kiss, deep and full of promise. When they both pulled away to breathe, Bakugo looked down to see her. She was naked, wet, and so fucking gorgeous. And best of all, she was his.

Bakugo gave her a peck before kneeling down in front of her. He threw one of her legs on top of his shoulder as he kissed her inner thigh, making his way toward his goal. Uraraka found purchase in his hair as Bakugo's tongue dipped inside her, a pleasure-filled cry echoing in the empty bathroom. If anyone heard them, Bakugo could not find it in him to care at the moment. He was eating her out like a starving man, drowning in her juices, and still, he wanted more.

Every emotion, every fear, every desire he had been unable to voice seemed to culminate here and now. He wanted to give her every part of him, but it was still hard to shake away habits so deeply ingrained. He might not be able to tell her yet, but he could show her now. And eventually, he'd get there. With newfound determination, Bakugo sucked at her clit as one hand pressed against her stomach, pinning her against the cold shower wall. His other was knuckle-deep inside her.

Uraraka's orgasm ripped through her so unexpectedly that she had to bite down on her hand to keep from screaming. Bakugo lapped at her until she could almost cry.

"Too…sensitive." She managed to say, voice raspy. Bakugo let her leg fall off his shoulder. He removed his mouth from her pussy, but he was no less hungry. He got up slowly, kissing every piece of her on his way up her body. His knees protested from having knelt down on the hard tiled floor for so long, but he paid them no mind. Bakugo had finally reached his goal; he devoured her mouth as he stroked himself against her stomach. Uraraka could taste herself on him, but she didn't protest. She could feel his desperation as he pumped himself faster. Closer, he felt the familiar tug at the base of his cock, and despite wanting to be buried inside of her when he came, he would take only what she was willing to give. So he came on her, bathing her soft skin in his spend until it trickled down her hips and her thighs.

They held onto each other, each trying to level their breathing enough to talk. Bakugo felt like he had just run a marathon in less than an hour but somehow hadn't felt this relaxed in weeks.

Uraraka looked up at him, eyes full of an emotion he was sure he reciprocated, a smile plastered permanently on her face.

"Well…" A hint of laughter in her voice. "That was…"

"Fucking incredible." Bakugo finished her sentence, kissing her on her forehead before grabbing his sponge, putting body wash on it, and starting to clean his cum off her.

Once more, both teens were amazed at how normal this felt. Despite this being the first time they had seen each other completely naked, there was no lingering awkwardness as if they had been doing this for years and not mere months.

They finished their shower in comfortable silence, and as they tried to divvy up Bakugo's clean clothes between both of them since Uraraka had not brought any clean clothes with her, they laughed and shushed each other like two teenagers whose only worry in the world was not getting caught by their classmates, or worse their teachers.

Dangerous times were approaching. They both knew that something was coming. It hung in the air around all of them. It seemed like they were no longer training to be pro-heroes in the future. Deep down in their bones, every student knew that they were being trained for an upcoming fight—a big fight against the League of Villains and their minions.

A war was coming.

But in moments like these, Bakugo felt like he could take on the world if Uraraka were beside him.