AN: This chapter contains direct quotes from "My Hero Academia" anime English Dub Episodes 128. This also contains spoilers for the Paranormal Liberation War Arc for MHA. I do not own the words or the characters. Please note this sex scene in particular is a bit more aggressive than previously. Just remember the type of book that got them started on this journey in the first place.

Bakugo woke up in a hospital room, and if there was one thing he hated with a passion was fucking hospital rooms. The blandness of the rooms, the smell of antiseptic, bitter with an artificial fragrance that made him want to gag. He'd always had an aversion to them, ever since he was a kid. Where most people saw hospitals as sanctuaries, places of healing, all he could see was death. People came here to die. He hated them, but given his quirk, he had spent much time in them growing up to treat varying degrees of burns. Even more so recently.

"Ah, he's awake!"

Bakugo turned toward the door to his room, where the little purple balled runt came blasting through the door. Soy Sauce Face, Invisible Chick, and that one guy who bakes came in after him.

"Shut up and start explaining." Bakugo barked at him, but seeing his classmates reminded him of one in particular. A certain classmate of the round-faced variety. Bakugo scanned the room and didn't find her there, but he could see her bag and sweater on a chair beside him. She had been here recently and the thought sent a wash of warmth through his aching body.

"Oh, good, he's mad. That must mean he's feeling like himself." Soy-Sauce face teased.

"I'm about to be real mad! Where the hell am I?" And where the hell was Uraraka?

"Katsuki!"

There she is.

Uraraka raced from the door, her eyes shining with fresh tears as she returned to his side, tossing the granola bar in her hand, which Soy Sauce's face caught as he made sure the rest of them got out of her way.

"Oh my God! You're awake!" She sighed in relief, grabbing onto his hand and squeezing it while her other brushed some of his hair back gently. Usually, he would absolutely hate getting fussed over like this, especially in front of these extras, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't as relieved to see her in one piece as she was him.

Uraraka seemed oblivious to the people in the room, or maybe she didn't care because she bent down and kissed him. Although Bakugo could tell the kiss was meant to be soft, he really didn't give a fuck at the moment. Where Uraraka gave him an inch, Bakugo took the mile, diving into her with ferocity. There was a moment back then when he thought he was about to die that he would have killed to get one more second with Uraraka, one more kiss like this. Now that he had the opportunity, he wasn't about to let it go because some fucking extras were in the room with them. He could hear the "Dude's" and "Eww's" from them, but they could leave if it bothered them that much. In fact, they should leave.

"I'll go tell the nurse he's up." Invisible Chick said, which seemed to remind Uraraka that they had an audience. To Bakugo's chagrin, she pulled away, face red as a tomato, and mumbled apologies to those extras.

"You don't need to apologize to anyone, Cheeks." He grumbled, taking back the hand she had pulled back.

"Stop it, Katsuki!" She chastised, but a soft smile ghosted her features. She might be embarrassed, but she sure as fuck liked the kiss.

"I'm so glad our class jerk is alive!"

"Where am I?" He turned toward his angel, ignoring the little runt. He couldn't stop looking at her, looking her over, making damn sure she wasn't injured. "And what happened?" He turned to Sero, "Deku and Todoroki? Mr. Aizawa, Endeavor, and all the others. What happened to everybody?" His voice went tight, remembering all the destruction around him from the battle.

Uraraka's hand squeezed his, and he could feel her body shiver.

The playful mood that had surrounded them before turned somber. His classmate's faces fell, a somberness gripping their features, and Bakugo's heart twisted. He expected one of them to speak, but it was Uraraka's soft voice that broke the silence.

"I'll tell you okay." She said quietly. "But you gotta try to stay calm…"

Calm was the last thing he could be after Uraraka delivered the news that Deku was still lying unconscious and hadn't shown signs of waking up. Bakugo vaguely remembers shooting off the bed and trying to find his way to Deku's room. I swear if he fucking dies, I'll kill him.

There was a lot of shouting. He remembers that. He was still weak and injured and had no fucking clue where Deku's room was, but that didn't stop him from trying.

Somewhere along the way, Frog Chick showed up because he found himself tied down by her freakishly long tongue and being hoisted up into the Sugar Freak guy's shoulders. Bakugo was still thrashing around, screaming at Deku, when Best Jeanist and Hawks walked up to the scene. Great, invite the whole town to this. Bakugo didn't give a fuck. There was no fucking way he was awake, and Deku was still unconscious. He wouldn't allow it. If it hadn't been for Uraraka practically yelling that if he didn't settle down and go back to his room, he would never see her naked again, that got him to resign to his fate. Best Jeanist and Hawks gave him the most amused fucking grins as he was carried past them, and he saw a red-faced Uraraka bow and apologize for the scene before following him to his hospital room.

Once he was dropped onto his bed, the doctor showed up to look him over. Bakugo was about to protest but stopped himself when his eyes landed on Uraraka's withering glare. After the doctors left, Uraraka sat down next to him with a huff.

"I swear you're going to give me wrinkles." She tsked.

He simply smiled at her. Once more, he found himself taken aback by how much having her by his side calmed him. He loved her. And he found himself loving her more each day. Seeing her on the battlefield when he was pretty fucking sure he was about to die had been both heaven and hell. He might have been high on adrenaline, but he was pretty sure she had some explaining to do for making him worry about her safety like that. But his plans would have to wait until they were back in the dorms since there were too many people coming in and out of this room at all hours of the day. Plus, Uraraka refused to even sit on his bed next to him for fear of "hurting" him or making his injuries worse.

One week had passed since the epic showdown between the Heroes and the League of Villains, and shit felt even worse than before. Dabi's epic revelation ripped apart what little trust civilians held in heroes, and the world around them began slowly descending into darkness. Uraraka refused to talk to him about it, saying he had to focus on healing and nothing out there mattered right now. She also said that after what happened when they told him about Deku, she had expressly forbidden anyone from telling him shit outside of mundane updates.

She's little, but apparently, she could be scary as shit because not even All-Might defied her directive. Only All-Might and Uraraka gave him updates on Deku, which basically amounted to him not having woken up yet.

Deku's mom had visited him once to thank him for trying to protect his son. Bakugo had no fucking clue who ratted him out, but it was by far and large one of the most awkward conversations he had to have during that week. And that's fucking saying something considering his parents showed up constantly and had become fast friends with Uraraka. They had apparently met while Bakugo was unconscious.

"Ochako, sweetie, it's so nice to see you today." The Old Hag said in the most sickly sweet tone of voice. Bakugo had no idea his mother's voice could do that. His face must have given him away because his mother shot him daggers, "You be quiet. I'm still mad that you tried to keep this sweetheart from us." That's the mother he knew.

Uraraka chuckled, "Hi Ms. Bakugo. Mr. Bakugo. She said, getting up to bow at them respectfully.

"Stop being so formal with us, Ochako," His mother tsked, "We should be treating you with respect for getting this one under control." Mitsuki Bakugo was a force to be reckoned with. She was strong, independent, and confident. She was temperamental and a bit loud, especially when it came to her son, but anyone could see how worried she had been over her son's health.

"Mitsuki, please don't scare the poor girl." Bakugo's dad, Masaru Bakugo, said softly as he entered the hospital room.

Bakugo grumbled from his bed. He loved his parents and loved that they seemed to love Uraraka as well, but he wished they'd go home already. They had been a fixture at his side for the last week along Uraraka, which meant almost zero alone time with his girl. The few minutes they had always came with the knowledge that they would be back. If not them, then U.A. faculty, the fucking annoyances in his side that have labeled themselves his friends, Best Jeanist, and even Mr. Aizawa came to see him once, apparently against doctors orders. Their teacher had apparently taken it upon himself to visit all his students who were in the hospital and had fought alongside them.

He couldn't wait until he was given the green light to finally go back to U.A. Never in a million years did he think he would say that, but it seems that was his best bet if he wanted to get some much-needed alone time with Uraraka.

"It's okay, Mr. Bakugo," Uraraka smiled, but her cheeks had a tinge of pink to them.

"If she is with our son, then there's nothing that scares this girl Masaru," Mitsuki said gruffly, sitting down on an empty chair next to Bakugo's bed opposite Uraraka. "How are you feeling?" Bakugo's mom asked her son, eyes scanning him from top to bottom once more.

"I already told you guys I'm fine. I'm ready to go back to U.A." He grumbled.

"Well, you're going to have to wait until the doctor clears you!" His mother, the one who passed down his blonde hair, red eyes, and fiery temper, raised her voice.

"I know that already! I'm just telling you to stop fussing!" He matched her tone of voice.

Masaru and Uraraka gave each other a knowing look and chuckled quietly.

Bakugo liked that way more than he thought would be possible. He knew they were still so fucking young, but it was moments like those that made him think she could be his forever. That he could be hers.

"Fucking finally!" Bakugo sighed in releif. Two weeks. Two fucking weeks he was made to stay in that hospital. Granted, two of those days were spent in a coma, but still. His doctor had given him the green light, and he could not get the fuck out of there quickly enough. His parents had returned home earlier that afternoon, and All-Might was escorting him back to campus.

Todoroki had been sent back to his home to finish recovering, considering the fucking media circus that Dabi had stirred after his revelation. He had vaguely heard PonyTail tell Uraraka this while he was pretending to be asleep. He had developed that habit because it made people leave his fucking hospital room quicker. Uraraka never left, though. She practically lived at that hospital alongside him for the last two weeks. Was there first thing in the morning and only left when visitor hours ended. All-Might had become her driver too, and from seeing as he spent almost as much time as she did here, between his students, Gran Torino, Aizawa, and, of course, Deku.

Deku. He still hadn't woken up. All-Might and Uraraka kept telling him he would, but the more time passed without any developments, the tighter their smiles became. The less conviction behind their words.

"Are you ready, Young Bakugo?" All-Might's tired voice came from the entrance to the hospital room.

Bakugo nodded. He was more than ready.

The drive back to U.A. was quiet and ominous. The world around them was on edge. After their epic failure against Shigaraki and the League of Villains and Dabi's scandalous revelations, civilians had all but lost hope in the heroes. Quite the opposite set of emotions had developed. There was anger. Frustration. Pain.

Shigaraki might not have gotten his hands on One For All, but nothing about the aftermath felt like a fucking victory. The Number One and Number Two heroes fall from grace added to the destabilization. Villains were becoming bold. Even petty ones. People were afraid to leave their homes, and no one listened to heroes. They berated them when they tried to help, to intervene.

All the destruction, the lives lost, all of it, was being blamed on the heroes.

Resentment was staunch in the air. There was a sharp edge to every breath taken.

People were scared. And scared people could easily turn dangerous.

The students were more than not shielded by this, but they all had access to the internet, and the internet was fucking brutal. More than once, Bakugo wanted to unmask some of these idiots celebrating the "fall of hero society." Worse, whenever he read anyone trying to justify the heroes that had fallen trying to protect their sorry asses.

Crust.

Majestic.

Midnight.

Uraraka had cried when she told him about their teacher.

War was fucking brutal, and this battle, in particular, had changed all the young heroes-in-training so deeply that he doubted any of them would ever be the same. Fear. Grief. Anger. It all mixed within them, and he could see it weighing heavy. No matter how much they all tried to laugh and smile, it never reached their eyes. Everything was muted. Somber.

And it pissed Bakugo off to no limit.

Shigaraki was a dead fucking man walking.

Bakugo arrived at the dorms late at night.

All-Might had taken him to Principal Nezu for a top-secret meeting, apparently. When they had entered his office, Todoroki, Endeavor, Hawks, and Best Jeanist were already there, along with some more Pro-Heroes, including Mirko and Aizawa. Everyone had looked better, but there was a fire in everyone's eyes that was unmatched.

Still, the more secret strategies and plans were thrown around, the more Bakugo felt like he was suffocating under the pressure. Once upon a time, he would have killed to be included in meetings like these, but all he thought about now was how long until this shit was over so he could go find his girl.

At the end of the day, he would do what he was asked of him so they could at least have the decency to give him what little time he apparently had left with her.

Finally (fucking finally!), they were dismissed, and Todoroki walked back with him to the dorms. Neither boy talked. Both were lost in their thoughts after the meeting that would change the trajectory of their lives.

Once inside the dorms, they both quietly made their way to the stairs to avoid whomever was in the common area. The sound of voices and the low murmur of the television could be heard, and neither teen seemed willing to engage with anyone other than their better half.

With a nod, Bakugo exited the fourth floor while Todorki continued his ascent to the fifth. Bakugo found his way to Uraraka's door and entered without knocking. She had a habit of leaving it open whenever he wasn't in there, and usually, that kind of irked him, but today he was thankful for it. Uraraka was in bed, reading a book, when he all but stormed in there.

"Katsuki!" She yelped, clearly startled at his sudden appearance. Uraraka quickly recovered and raced toward where he was standing, "Why didn't you tell me you got released today?!" She said, looking him over this way and that, "I would have gone with All-Might to the hospital."

Bakugo grabbed both of their hands that had been fussing all over him and held them firmly to her side. This was the first time they had been alone together without fear of interruption in weeks! The fussing could wait.

"Ochako," His voice was gruff. Rough and low and simmering. He needed her more than he needed his next fucking breath. He keeps seeing her shocked face as he fell down from the sky after being impaled by Shigaraki. Her tear-filled eyes as she looked him over when he first had woken up in the hospital. He kept hearing her grief-stricken voice when she spoke of Midnight. And the fear when she kept repeating that Deku would wake up eventually.

He wanted to replace all that pain and sadness. He needed to feel her, touch every inch of her to confirm that she was alive.

His eyes must reveal all that he was clearly unable to say because the atmosphere in the room changed. It became thick with desire, heavy with lust and love. Uraraka looked at him, her chocolate brown eyes melting under the flames in his.

"Katsuki," She whispered and nodded.

That was all the consent he needed before dipping down and consuming her. Her shocked gasp at his ferocity gave him the opening he needed to explore her mouth, taking her tongue and sucking off the taste of her. His hands flew to her jaw, holding it in place for him as he confirmed with his lips that hers still moved. She was alive. She was safe. And she was his.

Bakugo begrudgingly removed one hand off her and reached behind him to close and lock the door before returning it to the small of her back, pushing her into him. He was slightly unhinged at the moment, but she didn't seem to mind. He walked forward, practically carrying her back until the back of her knees collided with her bed, and they toppled down onto it, and still, he wouldn't let up on the kiss.

He was physically unable to.

His hands were everywhere, squeezing and tugging, until Uraraka was moaning into his lips and grinding up into him, desperately searching for friction between her legs.

"Katsuki, please," She moaned, her voice so different from the last time she screamed those exact words at him. He couldn't erase what had happened but fuck if he wasn't willing to try. To replace every scream of pain for one of pleasure.

Bakugo growled as he tore his lips off her and looked down at his angel. Her lips were swollen and bruised, coated with their combined spit, and slightly parted. Her cheeks were red, and her eyes shined as she tried to regain control of her breathing.

She was beautiful.

So fucking gorgeous.

And alive.

"I'm going to fuck you, Ochako." His voice was calm despite the cacophony of emotions that clanged around inside him. He had no fucking clue where this was coming from, but the only thing he was sure of was that he was incapable of taking things slow right now. There was a fire inside him that only seemed to grow the more he learned about the aftermath of the battle, and he was practically shaking with it.

Uraraka looked at him with a hunger that rivaled his own, her thighs squeezing together at his words.

"Up." He directed, stepping back to give her space to stand in front of him, which she did so quickly. Bakugo made quick work of her clothes, tossing them to the side as if they had somehow offended him by having the audacity to shield her body from him.

He nudged her back down onto the bed and stood over her naked figure. He saw the shiver that coursed through her, and the sight sent all the blood racing down to his dick. It strained against his pants, desperate to be released from its confines. Bakugo stroked himself over his clothes as he stared at her, "Show me?" He asked gently despite the fire that was threatening to consume him. Bakugo wanted to tear her legs open and dive right into her tight heat, but he reeled himself back. He wasn't a fucking animal.

Uraraka opened her legs shyly. With slow, shaky breaths, she parted her thighs to show him her pussy, already shining with her arousal. Bakugo tossed his shirt off, it would only get in the way and knelt down in front of her.

Ever since that first time she had allowed him to go down on her, Bakugo couldn't get enough of it. He had become somewhat obsessed with it and would do it any chance he got. It was euphoric being able to make her writhe and moan using his tongue alone. Back then, he was tentative, still learning.

Now?

Now he dove in with confidence, licking her from her opening to her clit in one go and reveling in the gasp that came from above him. Uraraka's hands dived into his hair, pulling and grasping at it with a wild ferocity as he ate her like a man starved. He sucked and bit her clit until she was practically screaming his name, and still, he kept going. He could care less who heard them right now. When he felt her shaking, close to coming undone, he dove two fingers inside her, pounding into her until she shattered around him. Bakugo drank down her arousal greedily.

She was alive. She was safe. She was here, and she was his.

Bakugo pulled away from her swollen pussy, the evidence of her orgasm all over his lips. Uraraka's perfect tits bounced up and down from her heavy breaths, and her eyes held that post-orgasm glow that Bakugo had grown to love. No one had ever seen that look on her face. It was exclusive for his eyes. He leaned over her, his muscular body dwarfing her lithe frame, and kissed her.

"I love you." He whispered onto her lips.

Uraraka's small hands had found their way to his hips as he peppered kisses down her jaw and neck. Slowly they found his scars, pink and puckered from where one of Shigaraki's many quirks had stabbed him through. Bakugo pulled back enough to look down to where Uraraka's hands were. She touched him with such tenderness that it fucking broke him. How had he gotten this lucky? This was a question he would forever ask himself.

Bakugo looked into her eyes, and they were already glittering with fresh tears. He placed one hand on hers, holding them in place on top of his scars, "I'm okay, Ochako. The doctor gave me a clean bill of health."

"I thought…" Her voice cracked with emotion, "I thought you were…I thought you were dying." The tears finally poured out of her beautiful eyes.

"I know," Bakugo tried to wipe her tears, leaning down to kiss her again, albeit gentler, "But I'm not dead. And I don't plan to die anytime soon."

"I'm so sorry." She whispered, closing her eyes as a batch of fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

"Ochako, look at me." He pulled her face up toward him, still wiping her tears away. It took her a couple of seconds, but she finally complied with his direction.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I have no clue why you're apologizing right now, but whatever you're thinking, stop it." He said, probably a little harsher than needed, but then again, he was who he was, "I love you. I'm alive. You're alive. And if I have any fucking thing to say about it that's how it's going to be for a really fucking long time, got it."

She sniffled but nodded with determination.

He bent down and gave her a harder kiss before running the hand that had been wiping her tears away down her cheek, her jaw, and finally finding its home on her neck where he caressed her throat. "Now, if it's okay with you, I did say I was going to fuck you."

Her throat bobbed under his thumb, and he blamed her fucking books, but he had this bizarre desire to press down with a bit more force. "Unless you want me to be gentle." He was about to remove his hand from her throat to give her an opportunity to decide. Hard, fast, slow, missionary, on top, whatever way she would let him have her, he would gladly take.

Uraraka grabbed his wrist, stopping him from his actions before he could fully remove his hand.

"Angel?" He questioned with amusement.

"No." She gasped.

"No?"

"I don't," Uraraka nibbled on her lip, and Bakugo could tell she was getting slightly embarrassed, "I, uhm, don't want you to."

"Don't want me to what, Cheeks?" He smirked down at her.

"You know." She grumbled, her face heating with embarrassment.

"I need you to say it, Ochako." It always blew his mind that she could read some of the filthiest fucking books, but when it came to actually doing shit like this, she would still get nervous and shy about it.

Uraraka huffed but remained quiet for a bit, meeting his molten red eyes with a piercing look that made Bakugo grow harder in his pants.

"Don't be gentle." She whispered, but it was enough to destroy the dam of Bakugo's patience. Earlier, he had said he wasn't a fucking animal. Well, he lied.

He tore out of his pants and underwear in record time, already stroking himself as Uraraka took out a condom from her bedside table where they had resided ever since they began having sex. She took the condom out of the wrapper, smacking his hand away from his dick as she rolled the condom down his shaft. She looked up at him through her lashes, and Bakugo cursed himself for almost exploding before even getting inside her.

"It won't hurt you?" Uraraka asked her hand once more ghosting over his scars.

Bakugo grabbed her wrists and forced her back down onto the bed, pinning them above her head with a growl.

"Cheeks," He scoffed, secretly reveling in her shocked expression, her slightly parted lips from the gasp that had tumbled out of them at his sudden act of dominance, "Shut up, please."

With those words as his only preamble, he drove into her fast and hard, and fuck if it didnt feel like coming home. Her walls tightened around him, urging him on. So he did. He pounded into her in hard, deep thrusts. He transferred both her wrists to one hand, still caged above her head, and used his other hand to travel down her body until they found her breasts. He cupped one of them, teasing her nipple with his thumb as he kept pounding into her as if his fucking life depended on it.

Every gasp, every shudder, every moan, all of it, was a reminder that she was there. That they had made it through that fucking battle relatively unscathed. The future didn't matter right now. It was only them and the sounds of their bodies becoming one.

He needed to go deeper.

He wanted to be so deep inside her that no one would know where one ended and one started.

"Fuck, Angel, you feel so good. So fucking tight. And mine. All fucking mine." He couldn't help the words that came out of his mouth anymore that he could stop fucking her.

Almost dying reminded him that they were young, but life was too fucking short. Especially for heroes. The secret meeting in Principal Nezu's office had only served to agitate him more. He had just fucking found her, and now he was going to have to let her go?

No way.

NO *thrust* FUCKING *thrust* WAY *thrust*.

"Katsuki! Oh God, I'm gonna…" Uraraka was writhing beneath him, meeting his punishing pace with the rise of her hips. She loved this. She loved being pounded into the mattress until she was a wanton mess begging for release. But only with him. Only for him.

"Yes, Angel. Come for me. Come all over my dick." Bakugo's pace was ruthless as he fucked her through her orgasm. He swallowed her screams with his mouth as she spasmed around him. Bakugo followed right behind her, emptying into the condom and wishing it wasn't there so he could paint her pussy with his cum.

One day.

He didn't care what Principal Nezu, All Might, Endeavor, or anyone else said. There was no fucking way that he was going to give her up. Ever.

She was alive. She was safe. She was here, and she was his.

Just as much as he was hers.