Less than Happy
Chapter Summary
Ochako's bubbly personality is tainted by the universe shoving Bakugou in her face at every moment of the day. It would help if Class 2-A would give Ochako a moment to sort out her own thoughts but they've never been very good at that.
Chapter Notes
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Ochako was in what she called a 'less than happy' mood.
It might be because she was sore from working out all day. It was more likely that it was because she had slept horribly again due to dreams about Bakugou. That led to her resenting the fact that she wanted to sleep next to him again. It certainly hadn't helped improve her mood when Iida had decided to wake the class up by banging pots and pans at 5 AM, which had led to Bakugou exploding in rage and setting fire to some of the boys sleeping bags. This led to Yaomomo complaining to Todoroki during breakfast about having to create things because of Bakugou's antics. If she hadn't been in such a funk, Ashido and Hagakure talking quietly to themselves about Ochako and Bakugou's nap together on the bus as she passed the bathrooms on the way to the gym wouldn't have bothered her so much.
However, the cherry on top of everything was that she'd been paired with Kaminari for strength training. Usually, Ochako liked Kaminari. Today, the only thing he could do was make comments about how she and Bakugou had become such good friends, constantly hinting that he wanted information on if they were more than that.
She was utterly sick of hearing and thinking about Bakugou. It was like the universe was shoving him in her face.
"I mean it's to be expected. Look at me and Tokoyami! We're, like, best buddies now."
"Right," Ochako huffed as she swung a kettlebell out from her.
"I've never seen Bakugou in such a good mood. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's a changed man."
"Tell that to my sleeping bag," Todoroki muttered as he did push ups with dumbbells. He lifted his right arm and Satou counted to ten. Satou was holding his own dumbbell to his chest before switching arms for his renegade rows. Todoroki started his pushups again and grit his teeth.
"Bakugou is always going to be Bakugou," Satou said breathlessly.
"I said if I didn't know any better," Kaminari joked. Satou laughed tiredly and Ochako ignored them. "I just think it's crazy that Ochako and him have been caught sleeping together twice on the bus," Kaminari continued. Ochako's face was already red from exertion but it deepened a shade.
"Can we talk about anything else?" Todoroki strained and held out his left arm while Satou counted again. Ochako felt relief wash over her. She wasn't the only one tired of hearing about him.
"Yeah, how about your relationship with Yaomomo?" Kaminari grinned as he squatted with his own kettlebell.
"Don't you think about anything other than relationships?" Satou asked.
"Yeah, like what I'm going to eat next," Kaminari laughed.
"Alright, let's move on, Kaminari. We've reached our rep quota," Ochako said as she cleaned off her equipment.
"Thank you for taking him away," Todoroki said quietly to Ochako as Kaminari went over to the deadlift station.
"Of course," Ochako forced a smile but it vanished when she turned around. If she had to listen to Kaminari tell her how she and Bakugou were soulmates, she didn't think she'd be able to take it.
"You know, it seems like it's just you two who don't see what you have," Kaminari said as he put weights on the bar.
"Oh, leave her alone," Jirou said as she headed toward the box jump area. "If you push them, they'll never get together."
"Can everyone please be quiet about me and Bakugou!?" Ochako shouted and the class all looked at her. Bakugou eyed her from the parallel bars and scowled.
Ochako immediately regretted her words.
"I'm so sorry. Not sleeping well," Ochako said hurriedly and went over to get some resistance bands that were nearby.
"Looks like Bakugou is the one who is rubbing off on you," Kaminari gave her a look and then got ready for his deadlift.
Ochako scrunched up her face and threw all her negative energy into working out until training was over.
"Good day, training buddy!" Kaminari nudged Ochako when Mr. Iida announced the day was done. "Hopefully we get paired tomorrow too."
"Can't wait!" Ochako said as cheerily as she could. The class left the training facility to start dinner but Ochako stayed behind. She needed time to decompress.
It seems like it's just you two who don't see what you have.
"Kaminari doesn't know what he's talking about," Ochako said as she punched a dummy. "We're just friends. It's perfectly natural to dream about kissing friends. I mean I used to dream about kissing Deku and look at us now."
Ochako punched a few more times and wiped her brow.
"Who am I kidding?" Ochako sat on the ground and looked toward the exit. "I didn't lose sleep over Deku."
Ochako rubbed her eyes in exhaustion. She needed to stop or she wouldn't be able to work out tomorrow.
"Tch."
Ochako's head snapped up. Bakugou was leaning in the door frame.
"You're not hiding from Dunce-Face are you? You could take him. Did you see what he was lifting? Pathetic."
Ochako tried to put on a smile and failed.
"No. I'm not very chipper and I'm trying to sort myself out," Ochako said. It was not a good sign that she felt better in Bakugou's presence. She stood up and punched the dummy again for good measure.
"You're on fire duty. Figured you wouldn't want people to think you're slacking."
"You're right. I need to set some things on fire."
Bakugou smirked.
"Been there, done that," he said as they walked together. Ochako laughed and she saw his real smile for the first time since I-Island. It made her heart flutter. That only made her bad mood rear its ugly head. It wasn't Bakugou's fault that he was talented, amazing, and handsome. It wasn't his fault that Ochako was trying to shove the sparks she was developing for him deep down inside her. It definitely wasn't his fault that everyone in class was talking about them. He probably hated it too.
Ochako sighed and Bakugou's smile disappeared.
"Don't let Sparky get to you. He's always getting into other people's business. Same with the other people who always hang around me."
"You mean your friends?"
"They'd like to think that," Bakugou growled. Ochako laughed once.
Bakugou stopped before opening the door that led outside. Ochako could see their class outside preparing for dinner.
"You said you didn't sleep well," Bakugou said quietly.
Ochako looked up at him with wide eyes.
"That's true."
"They're not real. Lean into that. I know it sounds stupid but you'll keep sleeping like shit unless you do."
Ochako nodded. Bakugou was speaking from experience. Their conversation was interrupted by Kaminari knocking on the window.
"Stop smooching and start the fire, Uraraka!" He shouted through the door.
"I'm going to murder you!" Bakugou screamed as he ripped open the door. Kaminari shrieked and ran as fast as he could.
Ochako couldn't help but smile as she heard Bakugou force Kaminari to short-circuit. It probably wasn't nice to think Kaminari deserved it but maybe she was taking after Bakugou a little bit. Was that really all that bad? Ochako could stand to be more like him.
"Duuh," Kaminari moaned with his thumbs out.
"Bakugou!" Jirou shouted. "Kaminari was on cooking duty! Now we're a man down."
"He had it coming!" Bakugou retorted.
With making the fire and then shoveling food into her mouth as fast as possible, she didn't have the energy to dwell on all of the side conversations the class had. She was sure some were about her. After dinner, Mr. Iida announced the first game of camp: Capture the Flag. However much she didn't want to think about Bakugou, he was on the opposite team and she was going to take him down.
Ochako put herself on defense. Their team's plan was in motion. If she wasn't so wound up about Bakugou, she'd be more nervous about her part of the plan failing. Her team, however, had jumped on it.
"Your plan for the race was brilliant! This one is bound to succeed as well!" Iida had praised before running off for his portion of the strategy. It was nice to be seen as a dependable strategist but it didn't help her mood at all.
As the sounds of quirk activations and fights broke out near the border, Ochako finally had alone time to sort out her attitude.
At least, she thought she would until she heard the explosions coming.
"You're dead, Uraraka!" Bakugou shouted as he dropped down from the sky. "That flag is mine."
Ochako sprung up from her seat and posed to attack.
"Think twice, Bakugou!" Ochako said. She managed to touch his ankle as he flew past her.
"Your zero-g doesn't phase me!" Bakugou laughed as he sped past the flag and did a flip in the air to reach for it.
"Now, Deku!" Ochako yelled.
Deku came out from behind a tree and wrapped Bakugou in his blackwhip.
"The fuck!? I saw you run to the other side!"
"Yaomomo created a projector. She'll be capturing your flag right about now," Ochako crossed her arms and allowed herself a small victorious smile.
They heard screams and Iida crossed the border with the flag and Ashido in hand. Apparently the other team's game plan had been to stick the flag to her with Mineta's ball and then she could throw her acid at anyone that tried to capture it. Too bad Yaomomo had put her hands in some quirk-nullifying handcuffs.
"Dammit!" Bakugou screamed.
"Team B has won. Team A has clean up. B, you're free to go."
Ochako sighed in relief at being able to bathe first. At least until Deku released Bakugou. He stormed over to her and his eyes were practically on fire.
"This was your idea wasn't it?!"
"Uh--yes--but Yaomomo and Deku--," Ochako managed to get out before Bakugou scoffed.
"Good job," he muttered before he sulked away to his team. Ochako was a statue frozen in time.
"Good job? Did he just say good job to you?" Deku asked her in a panic.
"I--I think so."
"That is remarkable to say the least. Maybe Kaminari was right," Iida said quietly. Ashido was squirming in his arms and looked at Ochako pleadingly.
"Whatever he said, forget it. He doesn't know anything!" Ashido rushed.
Iida looked down at her with an expression that made it clear that he had somehow forgotten he was holding her.
"Sorry, Ashido. Yaoyorozu has the keys to the cuffs. I'm sure my brother would allow you to see her before you clean up dinner."
"Kaminari was right about what?" Ochako pressed. Ashido's eyes snapped to her. There was a shimmer in her eye that Ochako couldn't place.
"That Bakugou's changed. For the better it seems," Iida clarified.
Ashido looked away and hurried off. Ochako didn't know what was up with her but she knew something that she obviously didn't want Ochako to know. That was enough to peak Ochako's interest.
"I'm dying for a warm bath," Hagakure whined as she met up with Ochako. "Thank goodness your plan worked."
"It wasn't just mine," Ochako mumbled as she rubbed her arm shyly.
"Using Bakugou's intense competitive nature to rile him up to attack without the rest of the group. Using Yaoyorozu and her projector as a distraction for me to dive to the back and get the flag. It was impressive," Iida smiled widely at her.
"Thank you, Iida."
The winning team split to their respective sides of the bath house. The warm water was all Ochako needed to slip into peace and relaxation. Maybe now she could have some time away from all the Bakugou talk.
"So what's going on between you and Bakugou?" Hagakure asked.
Ochako's mind shattered like glass.
"Nothing. We're just friends."
"I mean, we saw you two dancing," Yaomomo blushed.
The bath now felt like a trap.
"Friends can dance," Ochako mumbled.
"Uh-huh. Really good friends who stare at each other all the time," Hagakure added.
"We don't stare at each other," Ochako hugged herself. She had only caught him staring a couple times but they all had explanations. Friends could look at each other without it meaning anything.
"Oh, you're in complete denial. That's the stage you're at. Bakugou's moved into the acceptance and hope stage. You're really far behind," Hagakure said matter-of-factly.
"Hagakure, she might not like him that way," Yaomomo said quietly.
"Oh come on! Kaminari was trying to get Ochako to admit it all day."
"Is that what that was?" Ochako asked, becoming more uncomfortable by the second.
"We all know you're both dancing around the issue," Hagakure said slyly. "Bakugou is, like, the best version of himself around you. I'd say he's trying to get you to like him. You know-- like like."
"You think he's only friends with me because he wants to date me?" Ochako asked, hurt seeping into every word. Why couldn't anyone believe they were actually friends? Why couldn't Ochako have one moment where she could sort out how she feels about him without every butting in? Ochako realized that was why she was in such a bad mood. The universe was shoving him in her face but it wasn't the universe's fault. Her mind was seeking out Bakugou everywhere, all the time. Ochako scrubbed her body harshly as if the action would cleanse her of him too.
"No, Hagakure doesn't mean that," Yaomomo said, staring daggers at Hagakure when she didn't rescind the statement. Ochako washed her hair frantically and then climbed out of the bath.
"I think I'm clean enough," Ochako said, tears brimming over the edge. She didn't want anything to change between her and Bakugou. She didn't want to have feelings for a friend again.
"Hagakure!" Yaomomo scolded as Ochako wrapped a towel around herself.
"I'm-I'm sorry. We just want you both to be happy," Hagakure said.
"I don't want to talk about Bakugou anymore," Ochako said and left to get ready for bed.
When she was done, Ochako decided the best place for a sad, confused soul was next to the campfire. Only small flames lingered and Ochako was alone. She curled into herself and tried to find comfort in its warmth. Unfortunately she found nothing. The class seemed to realize that Ochako needed her space as she watched them exit the bath house in their pajamas and head to the sleeping area.
The questions Ochako needed to answer were simple. Was Bakugou just her friend? Should they be just friends? Ochako didn't want things to change but maybe they needed to. Her subconscious drilled the questions into her head so hard it was practically a construction zone.
"Do you want to be alone? I thought you could use a friend," Ashido said quietly.
Ochako didn't look up from the flames.
"Hagakure told me what she said. That was--really not cool."
Ochako tucked her knees into her chest tighter.
"Hagakure has wanted something to happen between you guys ever since she saw you dancing. She would not stop texting me about how great you two were together."
"That's not the issue."
Ashido moved her chair closer to Ochako.
"Then what is?"
"I'm tired. In more ways than one."
Ashido looked at Ochako in confusion but didn't press her. Ochako decided to not tell Ashido about her internal conflict.
"What do you know that I don't?" Ochako asked after several minutes of silence. She heard Ashido take a small breath.
"I know Bakugou values your friendship a lot. More than he would ever say to you. I only know because I'm a great detective," Ashido grinned, trying to joke but Ochako wasn't in the mood.
Ochako's chest tightened and she willed herself not to cry but didn't succeed. She couldn't risk ruining their friendship with these silly feelings. It wasn't like Deku. Admitting feelings to Bakugou could shatter his view of her and Ochako might even lose his respect. She needed things to stay the same for a while, especially after losing Aoyama. There had been too much change in a short amount of time. That was the answer to her questions. Ochako pulled Ashido into a hug.
"Sorry to be such a mess. Everyone was getting to me today. I should probably get to bed. Emotions run high when you're not sleeping," Ochako said into her friend's shoulder.
"Don't listen to Kaminari or Hagakure ever when it comes to relationships. That's my motto," Ashido said with a small laugh.
"I might steal that. It's pretty accurate," Ochako smiled. Ashido grabbed her hand and they walked to the sleeping area together to find a massage circle in the middle of the room. The majority of the class were helping each other release the knots they'd developed today.
"Hey, this looks nice," Ashido smiled, letting go of Ochako to sit in between Sero and Yaomomo. "You coming, Ochako?"
Ochako thought about it for a second. It would feel nice. Maybe she'd just tell them to not talk to her.
"Alright," Ochako said before she sat in between Deku and Kirishima.
"Work those knots, Uraraka," Kirishima grinned as Ochako began to rub his back. "That feels amazing."
She felt Deku's hands on her shoulders and sighed in relief as he rubbed away the tension that had been exasperated by her bad mood.
"Thanks, Deku," Ochako said quietly.
"Anytime! This was a great idea, Mineta."
"Why am I not surprised you came up with this?" Ashido laughed. Mineta grumbled to himself as he sat in between Shouji and Satou after the boys in the class gave him death glares. "It actually is a good idea!"
"Move," An unexpected voice said to Kirishima. Kirishima moved a little to allow Bakugou to sit next to him and Ochako. The class looked at him warily like he might destroy their circle but Bakugou said nothing else.
"Turn!" Iida said and everyone in the circle swiveled to massage the other person next to them.
Ochako didn't know it was possible to be apprehensive about a massage but as Bakugou dug his knuckles into her lower back she flinched.
"Did that hurt?" He asked softly as if he didn't want anyone to hear him.
"No, sorry," Ochako said shyly and she began to work her hands underneath Deku's shoulder blades.
Bakugou's hands knew what they were doing. Ochako almost couldn't focus on massaging Deku because he was hitting all the places that were hurting the most. He worked out knots in her lower back and along her spine, then moved to her shoulders.
"Damn, Uraraka," Bakugou muttered. "Fucking boulders. You need to relax."
"Okay," Ochako mumbled in a massage stupor. Her own hands worked extra hard to focus on Deku's neck. It was apparently where Deku held a lot of tension. Ochako saw his head hang lower as she rubbed her fingers under the base of head.
"Turn!" Iida said again.
Somehow Ochako felt more self-conscious then she ever had with Bakugou as she turned to massage him. It might have been because she felt half of the class's eyes on her as her fingers connected with his back.
"Let me know if anything hurts too much," Ochako said quietly. Bakugou scoffed.
She rubbed circles with her thumb underneath his shoulder blades and then moved to working down his spine.
"Maybe you need to relax too," Ochako said quietly.
"This is relaxed."
"Yikes."
Ochako wondered if he'd ever let anyone touch him like this. If that was true, it could explain why he felt like he was made of stone. When she moved her hands to his shoulders she had to reach up to get to them.
"Um, Uraraka, I can't work on your shoulders now," Deku said quietly.
"Just work on my lower back," she told him. She felt Bakugou tense underneath her. "Did I hurt you?" She asked.
"No," Bakugou growled.
Ochako pursed her lips and repositioned so she was on her knees. It made working on Bakugou's shoulders easier.
"Yeah, get in there, Uraraka," Mineta said and Shouji slapped him with one of his arms.
"You should take after her. You're so short you've only worked on my lower back," Satou said with frustration.
"Oh, shut up," Mineta snarled and stood up so he could work on Satou's shoulders.
Ochako ignored them, focusing on how Bakugou felt underneath her hands. They had spent a lot of time together in the last couple months but even sleeping together didn't feel this...intimate. Except maybe when he had helped her with her hair.
Remembering their time in the hotel room made Ochako blush as she rubbed his shoulders and she heard Hagakure giggle from across the circle. Gritting her teeth in an effort to not lose her cool, Ochako massaged the base of Bakugou's head like she had done with Deku.
Bakugou breathed out and leaned back into her touch.
"Alright, everyone, it's been a long day. Let's go to bed," Yaomomo said with a yawn.
"Yeah, we have to do this all over again tomorrow," Hagakure groaned.
The circle broke and Ochako was stunned by another thing she didn't want to change. She didn't want to stop. As soon as she realized this, Bakugou broke away. Without looking at her, he stood up and walked toward his sleeping bag.
"Get some rest," he said gruffly. "Tomorrow will be worse if you don't."
Ochako clenched her fists. Every time she thought she knew what she wanted, she was thrown another obstacle.
"It's definitely time for bed," Ashido smiled softly, placing a hand on Ochako. "Don't you feel better after a massage though?"
Ochako shrugged and Ashido squeezed her shoulder.
"Eh, don't worry about Bakugou. He must be in some pain if he joined the circle. It's nothing you did. He'll always be a grumpy guy."
Ochako nodded. At least Bakugou wasn't agonizing over every second of their friendship like Ochako was. She'd much rather just be grumpy.
"Goodnight Class 2-A!" Ashido shouted across the room.
"Shut up!" Bakugou yelled back.
"Goodnight!" A few boys echoed.
"GOODNIGHT!" Kirishima sang-screamed.
"Nighty night!" Hagakure said.
"Sleep well," Yaomomo told the girls.
"Night," Ochako whispered before Mr. Iida turned the lights off. She was thankful it was a long day because sleep came quickly .
Ochako massaged Bakugou's neck while they sat by the campfire.
"You need to relax," Ochako said.
"That's rich coming from you," Bakugou smirked.
Ochako leaned down and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning her head against his own.
"It's really nice by the fire," Ochako whispered.
"Sit," Bakugou said, patting his lap. Ochako felt light. Suddenly she was wrapped up in his arms and a blanket, sitting on his thighs. "You're my best friend."
"I know," Ochako grinned and Bakugou moved his head toward hers. Usually this would be the time where Ochako woke herself up but something in her subconscious told her to lean into it. She put a thumb on his lips, which stopped him in his tracks. Removing her thumb slowly, Ochako sat up to kiss him. Bakugou's lips molded to hers and Ochako had never felt so free. Her hands wrapped around the base of his head and she felt his fingers trace the outlines of her body underneath the blanket.
Bakugou's mouth pulled away and began showering her jaw and neck with all the kisses she had missed after forcefully waking herself up.
"It's not real," Ochako murmured happily. "Keep going."
"You're having a bad dream," Bakugou said quietly.
"Huh? But this isn't real?" Ochako pulled away from him and Bakugou stared at her.
"You need to wake up, Uraraka," he said.
"What?"
"Come on, wake up."
Ochako's eyes snapped open and Bakugou was hovering over her. She almost screamed except that Bakugou covered her mouth with his palm. The overwhelming bittersweet smell overtook her and she started salivating. Ochako pulled his hand away and looked at him like he was crazy.
"What are you doing?!" Ochako whisper-yelled. Sounds of sleep and snores echoed throughout the sleeping area.
"You kept muttering that it wasn't real. You were having a bad dream," he whispered roughly.
"What are you doing awake anyway?" Ochako huffed. Hagakure whined in her sleep next to them and turned over in her sleeping bag.
"I was going to the bathroom and--All Might was on watch duty but-," Bakugou said quietly. His demeanor changed. Ochako watched his eyes become more concerned by the second. "We need to take him to Recovery Girl."
"So you need your buddy?" Ochako asked with a half-hearted smile. He nodded. "Let's go. She'll heal him up. Don't worry."
"I'm not worried!" He whisper-yelled.
"It's okay," Ochako patted his arm and they hurried to find All Might coughing a lot of blood into a tissue outside of the Refresh Station.
"I'm fine, Young Bakugou," All Might coughed again. "You didn't need to wake--" He coughed excessively and it did not sound good.
"It wouldn't hurt for Recovery Girl to check you out," Ochako put a comforting hand on All Might's back as he continued to cough. "What do you think?" She asked Bakugou.
"We can fly him there faster but the ride could aggravate it."
"I'm--fine," All Might said, trying to breathe in between coughs.
"It'll be a short flight," Ochako decided. "Try not to move too much."
All Might nodded and Ochako applied her quirk to him.
"Hold me with one arm and I'll hold All Might," she instructed then looked at her teacher. "If you can, grab Bakugou's arm." All Might nodded through the coughs and Ochako applied her quirk to herself. Bakugou didn't hesitate. He hugged her to him with his left arm and Ochako held onto All Might's skeletal arm gingerly as he hovered behind Bakugou.
"Brace yourself," Bakugou said. Ochako touched her pads to his chest and he used a small explosion to propel them in the direction of the Emergency Center.
Once All Might was in Recovery Girl's hands, Bakugou and Ochako flew back to the Refresh Station. Crickets chirped and the cold night air wicked away the nervous sweat that had beaded on Ochako's forehead as Bakugou helped her off his back.
Their hands lingered together before Ochako pulled away. He would figure her out if she held on too long. Ochako looked up at the sky in a hurry.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Ochako said quietly. She turned away from him and found the North Star. If only the stars could help her find her way through her personal situation.
"Aren't you tired?" Bakugou asked with annoyance.
"I was sleeping well until you woke me up."
Bakugou grimaced and cursed.
"Sorry-of course you would be. I didn't think-," Bakugou pressed a hand to his face like he had a headache. Ochako pulled his hand down.
"This isn't your fault. All Might needed to see Recovery Girl. I'd rather go with you--you needed your buddy," Ochako smiled up at him. Bakugou nodded then looked down at his hand, which Ochako was still holding.
"Oh, sorry! Here--you can have this back," Ochako said quickly, letting go of his hand and stepping away from him.
"It's fine," Bakugou said and looked away from her. He rubbed the hand she had held and turned to head inside.
"You know I'm not mad at you, right?" Ochako asked, running up to be by his side.
"What? Why would you say that?" A flash of anger flew across his face when he looked down at her.
"Just--what I said during training today. About not wanting people to talk about us. It's not about you."
"I know."
"Good."
They walked in silence before stopping at the door. Ochako searched his eyes for a hint to what he was thinking but she came up with nothing. He was so much taller than her. Her hand twitched like it had the other night, wanting to reach out to him and bring him down to her level, but she grabbed her own arm instead.
"Let's get some sleep," Ochako whispered, putting her hands to her side but Bakugou reached out and grasped her hand.
"What are you two doing out here?" Mr. Iida asked firmly. Bakugou let go of her hand immediately. "Where is All Might?"
"Recovery Girl. We escorted him. He was in bad shape," Bakugou explained. He shoved his hands into his sweatpants and pushed past Mr. Iida.
"Oh, okay," Mr. Iida calmed down and turned toward Ochako. "Well, get inside. I'll take watch now. It was the beginning of my shift anyway."
Ochako nodded quickly and tried to catch up with Bakugou but he was already across the room and zipping up his sleeping bag. She stood in the doorway and managed to catch him looking at her. He tightened the strings on his hoodie and turned away from her.
Stroking the hand he had grabbed with her thumb, she went back to bed. Ochako didn't know what Bakugou was thinking and certainly couldn't explain why he had reached out for her hand. With a heavy sigh, Ochako resigned to spend more time with Dream Bakugou in lieu of thinking about Real-Life Bakugou.
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