he prompt for this one is firsts and I couldn't pick between three firsts that I wanted to write for these two so my one shot turned into mini-chapters. Rated T for the sexual conversation in chapter three. Hope you enjoy!
"Cause I've been living, waiting on the day."
A Kiss
Surviving a war had started new friendships in class 2A, none as surprising to the group more than Bakugou and Uraraka. What had started with Bakugou yelling at Uraraka across the gym about her quirk had transformed into countless workouts, sparring sessions, and group project partners. But what confused their classmates the most was how Uraraka treated Bakugou. The way she called him out on his behavior or made jokes at his expense. Anyone else would have caught a small explosion to the face, but not her. Her teasing was shrugged off or thrown right back at her. Midoriya swore he even saw Bakugou blush a few times while turning away from Uraraka.
The class was cleaning the gym and storing equipment after the day's quirk training. With their second year starting almost three months late, Aizawa had tasked them with a term-long project. Each student was to come up with a new move or a new way to put their quirk into functional use. They had been given till summer break to make the first step in their training. Everyone had scrambled to make a timeline complete with goals and what was expected of them to turn in. And all had reached or surpassed their first goal, except for Uraraka.
Uraraka had sat in the shared common area, brainstorming, the night after Aizawa had given them the task. Writing out ideas and then crossing them out for over thirty minutes before Bakugou came up, took her pen, and wrote it out for her.
"This is easy cheeks, your gonna pull gravity." He said, with that smug smirk across his face.
"Easy?!, that's not easy."
"Oh yeah, and making a ton of individual cement pieces hover over my head was? Nah Uraraka you're doing this."
"I don't even know if I can do that."
"Whole point of the project, round face." Bakugou swung the chair out next to her, straddling it while crossing his arms over the back. "We've all seen you take the gravity from something and send it flying but at the same time, you can make things hover and remain stable. I think it'd be possible for you to pull those objects back to you."
"I don't know Bakugou…" She trails off, but he can see the spark of interest in her eyes.
"Hey, nerd get the fuck over here!" Bakugou yells at Midoriya from across the room.
"What Kacchan?"
"Come look at this and tell your dumb friend she can do it." Handing the shortlist he had written out over to Midoriya.
His eyes move across the paper at record speed, mumbling as he goes. "Yeah, yeah, this would be great! Kacchan's theory is sound Ochako and think of the possibilities not only in rescue but with this you could essentially remove gravity from an object to then fling it back at a villain."
"Exactly." The smirk on Bakugou's face grew, as he stands to read what Midoriya was now writing on the page.
Uraraka shakes her head, watching the two boys make half sentences while pointing at words, stealing the pen back and forth to make changes. "You two."
The months had passed faster than she had expected and the stupid two-pound weight that she had removed gravity from day after day and set to hover a foot away from her had only given little shakes of movement. Only once moving half an inch towards her. And that's where she ended up today.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, the majority of her classmates headed back to the dorms once the gym was back in order the few remaining sitting in the bleachers while Bakugou squatted beside her.
"Come on cheeks." He muttered.
"Hush." She shushes him, eyes not breaking with the weight. Her right hand stretched out beckoning it to her grasp. "I'm concentrating."
The minutes that passed felt like hours. Bakugou watched with an amused look on his face. Grinning as Uraraka went between pursuing her lips to biting the bottom one and letting the occasional swear slip between her lips in a whisper.
"Ya know, Deku's gonna say you spend too much time with me if you keep talking like that."
"I'm going to stop spending time with you if you don't shut your damn mouth and let me concentrate." Bakugou snorts, shaking his head at her.
The weight starts to shake, it had done this every day for the past week before falling to the ground. Like it was resisting, that somehow this inanimate object knew she was defying the laws of gravity and bending them to her will. But unlike the other days, the shaking wasn't choppy uncoordinated movements the weight seemed to be almost humming in the air. The vibration became so fast that it almost went unnoticed. Until it stopped and the weight shot across the space and into Uraraka's waiting hand.
"Fuck yes!" Bakugou's voice rings out, cutting through the chatter of their friends on the bleachers. He springs to his feet, pulling Uraraka with him.
Both unaware of the six sets of eyes on them as he pulls her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her, and tucking her head under his chin. "I'm so fucking proud of you." His voice was gruff.
Uraraka pushes away, not stepping out of his grasp but putting space so she can look up at him. And without warning she does the thing that they both had been thinking about for months. Grabbing Bakugou by the back of his neck and pulling his lips down to hers.
He stutters at first, frozen in a rare moment of shock before his lips move against hers. Both slightly parting they breathe each other in. only breaking away when the sounds of cheers and whooping from the bleachers reach them.
Bakugou steps back, looking down at Uraraka. "Yeah?" A rare grin spreads across his face.
"Yeah." She says with a nod, the only confirmation he needs before pulling her back in.
A Label
"Mitsuki-Obasan!" Midoriya all but squeaked from his spot on the couch when the front door opens revealing Bakugou Mitsuki and Kirishima. He reaches for the remote, muting the TV.
"Know where my kids at?" Mitsuki asks. Midoriya looks around, almost hoping that Kacchan would walk out of the kitchen, sparing Midoriya the awkwardness of explaining why Mitsuki shouldn't go looking for him
Mitsuki sighs, rubbing her brow. "He was supposed to meet me after the last-quarter parent meeting with Erasure Head, but I only got this one. Not like Katsuki to be late" She says, pointing at Kirishima.
"He's, um, Kacchan's in his room." A blush rose on his cheeks.
"Fourth floor right?" Mitsuki turns to the elevators, stopping only at the look on Midoriya's face and the snickers coming from the other three boys sitting on the floor playing cards around the table.
"I'll go grab him." Kirishima volunteers.
"Tell him to bring his friend with him," Mitsuki calls over her shoulder. "So, Izuku which girl is it?" Kirishima fights a laugh while he walks up the stairs.
Three floors up, behind a locked door, Uraraka straddled Bakugous's lap. Her fingers combed through his hair, toying with the longer strands above the newly shaved undercut.
"Have I mentioned I really like your haircut?"
"I think I got the message when you shoved me down onto the bed." He says hands gripping her legging-clad thighs, lips moving across her collarbone.
Teeth nip the sensitive skin when Bakugou slightly jumped at the pounding on his door. "Bakubro!"
"Go away shitty hair." He grunts, not bothering to stop trailing kisses across Ochako's skin.
"I'd love to, but your mom's here."
"Fuck." Bakugou groans against her lips. Ochako stands, stifling a giggle, watching his face go from calm to his normal tense expression.
"She said to bring Uraraka down with you." She could hear the grin in Kirishima's voice, even through the door.
"She's not here, I'm doing homework."
"Yeah, man," the handle on the door rattles. "Got some secret homework you lock your door for? Be happy Midoriya was downstairs or your mom would have come up here instead of me." Kirishima's laughter echoes down the empty hall as he walks away.
"You'll be back for dinner?" Ochako asks, lounging across his bed.
"Nah, we're going to get dinner." Katsuki mummers, eyes scanning the floor for his discarded shirt.
"Great, there's leftovers in the fridge, wanna meet up for actual homework after?" Looking over and winking at him.
"Nice try cheeks but you're coming."
"To meet your mom? After she sent Kiri up here to get us? No, not a chance."
"You made me late, with your 'we never get alone time Katsuki, stay just a little bit longer'. Old hag wouldn't of even come into the building if you hadn't pulled that shit."
Ochako doesn't move from her spot on his bed, going so far as to pull a spare blanket over her lap.
"Come on angel." Katsuki switches tactics, knowing that this conversation would go faster if he convince her instead of trying to force her. "You gotta meet her sometime, and my old man's not with her so it'll just be her."
"You want me to meet your mom?" Ochako chews on her bottom lip, avoiding his eyes.
He gently pulls the blanket from her lap, replacing it with a hand on her knee "Why wouldn't I?"
Ochako melted at the soft side that he only let out when they were alone. Their eyes meet, beautiful scarlet flickering in the sunlight coming through the blinds.
"Cause it's only been a few months?"
"Quit that shit, it's just dinner. We'll probably go to the curry shop down the road. I want you to meet my mom, don't make it a big deal. Go change." He pushes her toward the door. "Be downstairs in ten minutes or I'm coming back for you."
"I want you to meet my parents too." She says, grinning over her shoulder.
"Yeah, whatever." Shaking his head, smiling, as she closes the door. "Fuck." He lets out a breath. She had him, all of him, wrapped into her gravity-controlling hands.
The minutes tick by while Ochako paces in front of her closet, eyes scanning over her clothes. A dress was too fancy for curry she thought but her leggings were made for combat, clinging tightly to her thighs. A skirt, yeah a skirt would be good. Quickly she pulls on a pair of black tights and hunter green skirt, topping the outfit with a slouchy cream-colored sweater. Running her fingers through her hair and pulling her door shut with two minutes to spare.
The elevator dings and two sets of red eyes meet hers. Her Bakugou stepped forward. "Mom," Ochako watches Deku grin over Katsuki's shoulder when he said the word instead of 'old hag'. Katsuki extends his hand, grasping hers and pulling her into the room.
"This is Uraraka Ochako, my um," he looks over at her.
Ochako had been right it had only been months. Months of kissing behind closed doors and her taking his hand in the hall while he grumbled. And before that months of dancing around each other, clueless flirting, and endless pining. Only last week had they started calling each other by their first names. Ochako seems to understand his struggle and nods slightly.
And for the first time, he says, "She's my girlfriend."
A Time
Katsuki rolled off her, cold air rushing in replacing his heat, but he had to toss the used condom into the trash.
"Sorry bout that." He mumbles, not meeting Ochako's eyes.
Scrunching her brow "What do you mean?"
"You didn't, ya know, fuck that was bad." Katsuki pulls his boxers on before sitting, back to her, resting his forearms on his knees.
"Says you." Ochako reaches out, trailing a finger down his spine.
"Some shitty fucking boyfriend I am can't even make my girlfriend cum." He starts trailing off, Ochako noticing the early signs of a spiral coming.
His feelings of inadequacy come to the surface. While the almost year of therapy was helping, he still spiraled. Almost 17 years of thinking you were the best and holding yourself to that standard tended to wreak havoc on a person's psyche (at least that's what his therapist told him).
"Suki look at me," Ochako whispers.
Red eyes find hers over his shoulder. Full of defeat, she sits up pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "You know full and well that I didn't have sex with you just for that."
"That's the damn point of it Ochako."
"No," she pulls him down to the bed, laying facing each other.
"The point is I love you more than I could put into words so I needed a way to physically show you. And I love you enough to do it again," she smiles "and again and again until we get there. So stop letting your perfectionist tendencies ruin this."
"But" Katsuki started
"Uh-uh," holding her finger to his lips.
"Every girl should be so lucky to have someone like you who noticed that they didn't cum. But they aren't and I am cause I have you. A man who waited until I was ready for sex, never pushing or asking. Always following my lead. Making me feel so respected and cared for. Just being able to feel that close to you, to feel you move with me was enough for me. And it's not like we both don't know you can get that done normally. Multiple times I might add." A slight blush dusted her cheeks.
"You're not mad?"
"I mean," stopping only at Katsuki's sharp intake of breath. "Let me finish. I would have been if we did this, I don't know months ago. If we had let the early eagerness get the better of us. But we didn't, we know each other. Yeah, it didn't happen Suki but we have time, so much time. Cause I'm not sure if you've realized but you're kinda stuck with me."
"You wanna be stuck with me?"
"I mean it's already been a year, what's another one…or ten."
"Fifteen?" He kisses her nose.
"Twenty?" Lips brush his cheek.
"A lifetime…maybe?" Katsuki pulls back, hesitantly looking at her.
"Only with you." Lips meet.
Reluctantly Katsuki pulls away. "Are we crazy? Cause fuck Ochako we're not even 20 and graduations coming. Who knows where we'll be after."
"Yeah, I guess we're kinda crazy. But hey at least our crazies match. I promise it'll take a lot more than us getting stationed far away from each other for me to want to stop this."
"I just need," Katsuki stops his voice catching. "I need us to work. I can't lose you."
"No, nope. We have eight months till graduation. We haven't even started getting job offers. But, no matter what we choose we'll work. There's video calls and…" It now being her turn to stop. "Fuck."
"See I ruined this. Can't get you off and making you cry after sex."
Ochako pushes his chest. "It's not that, now I know what it feels like to have this. You're a part of me more than ever now, I can't lose you either."
Katsuki pulls her into him, her face burring into his neck. "Forget I brought it up. You got me, angel, forever okay."