This is basically just a bunch of my favorite tropes combined together. If you're expecting a lot of hero-ing I'm sorry in advance. It's essentially a tooth-rotting, fluffy, shoujo mess and I genuinely love it.
I know that Uraraka and Bakugou have combined quirks in canon (and most other Kacchako fics lol), but it's always funny to me that Bakugou is just automatically awesome in zero-G, so I wanted to explore what would happen if he wasn't, and here we are. This fic is mostly canon compliant up to chapter 327, or about where season 6 of the anime ended, so anything after that won't be mentioned in this story :)
Chapter 1 Chapter Text
Katsuki shoved his fists in his pockets as he stood, bored, amongst the others in class 2-A at the center of U.S.J. Their second year of high school had officially started a few days ago and their teachers had launched them immediately into hero training. U.A. really didn't pull any punches; slacking wasn't an option.
Apparently, today they were doing another rescue exercise or something similarly unnecessary. Rescuing was the easy part, and he wasn't sure why they wasted so much time on it when Shigaraki and All for One were still at large and probably getting stronger by the day. The League of Losers and Meta Liberation Bastards had killed so many pro heroes and seriously injured even more. If not for him, Deku might be dead. If not for Deku, they all might be dead. And even after all they had done they'd still barely managed to scrape through. Katsuki wouldn't admit it to anyone, but even he had been shaken up by the death of one of their teachers. Sure, he hadn't been Midnight's biggest fan, but her absence was still affecting everyone at U.A. more than any of them were letting on. If anything, they needed more combat training, not rescue training.
But he had voiced this opinion to his teachers so much at this point that they had simply stopped responding to his complaints, insisting that this was still their education, Paranormal Liberation War or not, and so, after a while, he had no choice but to give up. He would do the stupid rescue training - easier to just get it over with.
"Alright, listen up." Aizawa said, standing with Thirteen in front of the class. "Today you will be undergoing disaster scenario rescue training. You know the drill; find the rescue dummies and get them to safety. I've asked you to come without your costumes because disasters can strike at any moment, so you won't always be prepared. No hero suits means no support gear."
Katsuki rolled his eyes at the collective groans from a few of his classmates, flexing his bare hands subconsciously. He didn't need his gauntlets to be powerful, they were just a bonus.
"Just like usual, you will be pretending that these dummies are real, injured civilians," Thirteen said. "Each dummy has a specific condition that will be written on a card taped to its head." She held up an example dummy with a card reading 'Broken Leg' stuck to its forehead and one of its legs bent at an awkward angle. "You must take these injuries into account during your rescue. You'll lose points for doing something reckless that could potentially injure the bystander even further."
"For this training, you will be randomly assigned into 6 groups of 3-4 students, and each group will stick to one zone," added Aizawa, his tired eye looking at each of his students in turn. "You will, as always, be graded individually, but you will also be graded on how well you are able to adapt quickly and work together as a team."
At this comment, Aizawa's eye flicked towards Katsuki. He scoffed and looked away. Great.
Katsuki wasn't stupid. He knew that he often didn't work well with others. But hadn't he proven by now that he was capable of it when it needed to be done? Weren't all these extras over this?
Evidently, he would just have to prove to his teacher again that no matter who he was partnered with they would crush all the others. He could work in a damn team. There was nothing that could stop him from ensuring his place as future number one, and he'd learned this past year that sometimes swallowing his pride and letting someone else shine where he couldn't was necessary to achieve that goal.
"Take stock of the situation and prioritize the rescue," Aizawa added, tearing Katsuki from his internal brooding. "There are five dummies trapped in each disaster situation, and you'll have five minutes to discuss your strategy with your group before the training begins. But remember that in a real fight you might have only seconds to decide on a strategy, if that much time at all, so don't spend too much time overthinking things." Katsuki followed Aizawa's gaze in the direction of Deku's embarrassed expression and had to hold back a laugh. At least he wasn't the only target of Aizawa's dry sass today.
He shoved his fists into the pockets of his gym uniform, zoning out while Aizawa began to assign teams to zones. Though his default expression might suggest otherwise, Katsuki wasn't angry, just impatient. The faster they could get this training over with, the faster he could hit up the gym and do something actually useful. His teammates better not totally suck and slow him down, or annoy the hell out of him. If he were to get paired with Glasses again or that little Grape Fuck he might just rip his own hair out.
Glancing around his class, Katsuki tried to think about which losers wouldn't be completely fucking awful to work with for this training. Not that he had a choice in the matter, but it was something to do while he waited around. His eyes found Kirishima first and he knew that they made an okay team. Alright, better than just okay, but even in his own thoughts he wasn't about to inflate Shitty Hair's ego more than necessary. However, before Katsuki could even finish his thought, Kirishima had been called into the first group with that obnoxious Invisible Chick and Icy Hot. Good, two annoying nerds he definitely wouldn't have to work with. No surprise that Aizawa wouldn't pair him with someone he was so close to. Random groups his ass.
Next he noticed Sero chatting up Kaminari, both of them joining the second group with Racoon Eyes and the quiet animal kid whose name Katsuki's not sure he would remember even if it was tattooed to his damn forehead. Crap. Maybe this was more random than he'd thought. Three of his potential crew down in one go. His irritation grew as the possibility of him having to work with people who would just piss him off increased. The last thought he had was Jiro; they'd worked well together in the past, and she didn't get in his way too much, but the chances of Aizawa pairing them together again were slim.
He barely registered that group three was Deku, Glasses, and Ponytail, when his gaze finally landed on Uraraka. She was annoying as hell; always cheery and Deku's fucking fangirl. And stubborn too, if his memory served him correctly. But, he vaguely remembered that she wanted to be a stupid rescue hero or whatever bullshit. And her quirk could actually be useful in the remaining zones. She was good at strategizing and tougher than most of the extras; her guts and tenacity had nearly cost him the damn sports festival, which wasn't something he could say about any of his other matches. He also knew she had improved her combat skills by working with Gunhead and Ryukyu. Sure, he didn't often keep track of what everyone in their class was doing, but something told him that she was a future hero to keep an eye on. During their first year she had only ever proven herself as a force to be reckoned with.
But she would put up a fight and want to do things 'her way' which would be fucking irritating, especially since she would probably have a better strategy than him in this type of situation.
He hadn't yet made up his mind on whether working with her would be worth the headache or not when Aizawa called, "Group 4 will be Bakugou, Uraraka, and Aoyama. You three will take the mountain zone."
His decision made for him, Katsuki turned to see Uraraka jogging in his direction, her dumb, round cheeks stretched in a big ass smile, and her hand raised in what he could only assume to be a high-five gesture. But wait…
"Yeah, Bakugou! We've got this! I'm gunna be the best pro rescue hero one day so we're totally gunna-"
He cut her off, completely ignoring her stupid high five. "Who the fuck's 'Aoyama'?"
"That would be me !"
Oh god no.
He'd forgotten about Belly Button.
How could he have forgotten about arguably the second most annoying fucker in their class (after that perverted small fry, obviously)? Groups 5 - Jiro, Shinso, Shoji, and Tokoyami - and 6 - Asui, Mineta, Ojiro, and Sato - were called, but Bakugou was too irritated to notice.
He turned to glare at his teammate, about to bark instructions on how he should just stay out of his way, when Uraraka playfully rolled her eyes. "Jeez Bakugou, you should really know your classmates' names by now. We're all friends at this point. You could be a little less obviously rude."
Katsuki turned his glare on Uraraka instead, his irritation hitting its limit. "As if any of you extras are worth remembering, Round Face. We're not friends. I don't give a shit what you two do, but I'm gunna crush this stupid training. If you wanna help me, then that's your call." He shoved his fists back into his pockets and stomped off in the direction of the mountain zone, vaguely aware of the two following behind him. But when he reached the edge of the zone he ran a hand through his hair, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down. Teamwork. That was the entire point of this training or whatever, not the stupid rescue. He would have to play nice, because he was not going to let his grades slip, and he was definitely not going to let Deku outshine him again. Now that the word was out about One for All and the fact Deku was hand-picked by All Might himself, he'd have to work twice as hard to surpass that nerd and become the number one hero.
And, if he was completely honest with himself, he was maybe just ever so slightly interested in seeing first-hand what Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight and Uravity could pull off together.
He turned back towards his teammates, a scowl on his face as he shouted "Move it, losers, we don't have all day to decide on a strategy."
Uraraka and Aoyama jogged up to him and Katsuki could tell that the latter was nervous just being near him. "Tch. Belly Button, remind me what's the deal with your quirk?"
"Well, you know about my beautiful twinkling navel laser. But if I use it too much my tummy grows upset." As Aoyama spoke he looked around, focusing on anything except Katsuki's face - typical weenie behavior. "I have trained hard though and now I can produce more powerful and more stunning beams! I can't stop twinkling, you know. And I now have somewhat better control over my laser, but I don't really know how helpful it will be in such a situation… Using it in these caves could cause more damage and potentially injure someone even worse."
"Aoyama, didn't you use your laser to light up the darker spots during the rescue phase of our provisional license exam?" Uraraka asked as she placed a hand on his shoulder, her expression soft. He visibly relaxed and Katsuki caught himself getting irritated again. It was annoying as hell how this extra was so nervous around him. He wouldn't actually seriously hurt another future hero, or anyone who wasn't a scumbag villain. His classmates had to fucking know that by now. Right? Even Deku knew that, and Katsuki hadn't exactly been the world's greatest childhood friend.
"Oui! But this zone has much larger caves, and I am assuming that the dummies will be further inside," Aoyama said to Uraraka, still avoiding Katsuki's glare. "I don't want to accidentally set off my laser too forcefully and cause some type of disaster within the mountain. That would be très tragique!"
"Well during our exams last year it was thanks to your help that I was able to take down Thirteen! And I heard from Iida that you were amazing during the first part of the licensing exam too," she said, clearly trying to encourage him, her fists clenched in front of her in what looked like an attempt to hype both Aoyama and herself up. Katsuki was reminded again how sickeningly cheerful she was; she was always smiling, just like Kirishima, and it was honestly infuriating. She seemed to be the only one, outside of the usual idiots, who wasn't phased by his attitude, and a part of him was annoyed by that, too.
But another part of him wasn't annoyed. That other part felt an emotion that he couldn't quite process.
He ignored it. There were significantly more important things to focus on.
Aoyama was doubting himself, but Katsuki knew now wasn't the time to pussy out. They would have the best chance of doing well if their whole team was confident, and he'd be damned if he let his classmate's self-doubt hold them back.
"So stand guard outside," Katsuki said, grinding his teeth together. "I'll bet you anything that they're gunna send some type of enemy at us. I can obviously blast them to shreds, but I'm also faster and the safer light source. And someone needs to guard our rescue hero, since they'll likely try to target whoever is doin' the rescuing to prevent us from completing the assignment. I'll go with Uraraka to scout in the caves, and if we need your help we can call you in. But in the meantime, you can investigate the external portion of the mountain while also keepin' a lookout for whatever weak-ass enemy they try to toss at us. Whatever it is, you can fuckin' handle it."
"Wow, Bakugou. That's actually a legitimate plan." Uraraka said, the shocked expression on her face bringing back his irritation. He almost preferred her dorky smile. "Like a well thought out plan that puts all of our strengths to a good use based on the situation and environment."
His scowl deepened in annoyance, his lower lip jutting out in an angry pout. "I ain't just gunna go chargin' in there like some fuckin' idiot like everyone's expecting me to. You all just assume I'm stupid or somethin'. I ain't tryna blow up the mountain either! And we need someone to fight off anyone that tries to come for us. I wanna destroy villains, but if the mountain collapses then it won't matter; we'll still lose, no matter how many enemies I take down. This is the best way that I can think of to crush this stupid training. So just follow my lead and we'll finish the rescue in half the time it takes the rest of these extras."
There. Katsuki would suck it the fuck up because of a plan that he had thought of and actually take the back seat in fighting the villains for this one single training. He'd play bodyguard to Uraraka and let Sparkles actually attempt to do something useful. That would fucking show Aizawa. He could be a team fucking player.
Aoyama nodded, still looking nervous but less unsure than before. Uraraka smiled wide and gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up.
They were ready.
Twenty minutes later and about halfway through the rescue, Katsuki's plan had been working out perfectly. There had been a few hiccups where Uraraka suddenly decided that she was the boss and tried to order him around, but her ideas actually weren't that bad, and she admittedly was better at the actual rescuing than he was (not that he would ever tell her that), so he put up less of a fight than usual. In the short time since they'd started searching, they had already investigated two caves and rescued three dummies, two with broken limbs and one with severe internal bleeding.
Katsuki and Uraraka were exploring the third cave that they'd encountered while Aoyama stood guard outside. This particular tunnel seemed to go much deeper into the mountain than the two they'd previously searched, so when the attack started they almost didn't notice.
"Do you hear that noise?" Uraraka asked him, stopping so suddenly that he bumped into her, the small explosions in his outstretched hand stopping immediately.
"Watch it, Pink Cheeks, I'm not tryna get a lecture for accidentally exploding you. I don't hear shit, get your ears checked-"
"Shh!" She cut him off, her eyes focusing on the direction of the cave entrance, suddenly very serious.
He was about to open his mouth again to yell at her for fucking interrupting him when he heard it too - the unmistakable sounds of a fight taking place.
"An attack! I knew it! I'm goin' back up there, you find the dummy."
"No, Bakugou. Prioritize the rescue, remember? Your job on the team is to guard me and the injured civilians, plus I can't see anything in here without your sparks. Aoyama can handle himself. You said so earlier, didn't you?"
"Tch, you better be right. I don't wanna lose points for leaving a teammate alone or some bullshit-"
A piercing scream coming from the direction of the cave entrance cut him off.
"I told you! I'm going! DIE YOU BASTARDS!"
He started sprinting back in the direction they had just come, his palms lighting up with sparks, ignoring Uraraka's yelling behind him, when suddenly the entire cave began to shake.
Fuck.
"Bakugou, look out!"
He felt a sharp tugging on his wrist.
And then intense pain.
And then nothing.
Katsuki was dreaming. He knew he was, because his quirk wasn't creating explosions - it was creating pink puffs of smoke as he floated lazily through the air. This dream was new.
It was peaceful, especially by his standards.
Almost annoyingly peaceful.
But he could get used to it.
He floated along for a while, enjoying the calm that the puffy pink clouds he created brought him. But after some unknown amount of time he could hear… something. It was muffled, but it sounded familiar. And important.
He focused, trying to make out what it was.
It almost sounded like…
"-gou! Bakugou, please wake up! Hey, Bakugou!"
That was his name, wasn't it? He should probably do as they asked.
His eyes shot open, his vision blurred as his eyes tried to adjust to the darkness. Who was calling him? And who was touching his face?
He blinked.
A silhouette slowly started coming into view, one he definitely recognized. Uraraka?
Oh. Right. Rescue training.
"G'off me Rururaka," he mumbled, swatting away her hand which was resting on his forehead. He was insanely groggy, his thoughts were spinning, and he felt as if his skull had been on the receiving end of an aggressive Red Riot brand Unbreakable bulldozer. "Wha'happened?"
"Oh, thank god you're awake. Don't move too much, I think you have a concussion."
"No I fuggin' don't."
He definitely did.
"Yes you do, a huge rock fell right on your head and you were out for almost two minutes. What day is it?"
"Why d'you care?" He could tell his voice was low and heavy, the words tumbling out of his mouth with little control.
"Just answer the question, please."
"Wesday? Abril ninth," he said, his thoughts slowly coming back to him. God, he felt fucking awful. He really wanted to take a nap.
"Yeah, today is the ninth," she said, nodding. "Can you use your quirk at all?"
He could hardly focus on anything besides her silhouette. It was too dark, and everything was foggy in his brain. Definitely a concussion. But even in his potentially fucking brain-damaged state he had enough control over his quirk to set off a few tiny explosions.
"Okay, good, then it probably isn't too bad. Can you gimme a little light? I want to see the injury." He could sense her shifting next to him.
"'M fine, pink cheegs- AUGH!" As he tried to sit up an intense pain shot through his left leg, preventing him from moving. "FUCK!" he shouted, suddenly wide awake, his head clearing up almost immediately as the pain coursed through his nerves.
"Ahh, Bakugou, please be careful. You might not want to move at all. Your leg is... kinda broken…"
"The fuck do you mean 'kinda broken'?! It hurts like hell!"
"I'm sorry, I don't have anything to help the pain." Uraraka said, focusing her attention on his leg. "I used my jacket as a tourniquet for now because you're bleeding a lot, but honestly I think Recovery Girl will be able to heal you up really quickly. It probably feels a lot worse than it is. Your head too, let me get a closer look. Can you gimme some light, please?"
Her request finally registered with him the second time around. He wanted to tell her to piss off and that he didn't need help, but his brain was still foggy and he was in a lot of pain, so he did as she asked. Reaching his hand up close to his head he set off tiny explosions in rapid succession, lighting up a small area around him. He could finally see her face which was covered in scrapes and scratches, her expression somewhere between worried and exhausted. She gently sifted her fingers through his hair, looking around his scalp for signs of injury. It felt nice, and he thought he could feel the tips of his ears getting hot, but he couldn't really focus on much besides his leg.
"I think it's okay, there's no bleeding. Your speech is only slightly slurred, you clearly know who we are and other basics, and you're still able to control your quirk, so I think it's just a minor concussion," she said, removing her hands from his head, her face relaxing.
"Can I stop?"
"The light? Yeah, sorry." She shifted next to him. "Don't fall asleep though."
"Tch, I fuckin' know. I've had concussions before." His vision was slowly returning to normal, his mind doing anything possible to focus on something other than the searing pain in his leg, but he could still barely make out her silhouette in the dark. He was vaguely aware that he hadn't stopped looking at her since he opened his eyes but chose to ignore that for now. It's not like he had a choice. What the fuck else was he supposed to look at? "What happened?" he asked again.
"Well, your guess is as good as mine," she said, "but I think you were right about the attack. Something happened out there, we heard Aoyama scream, and then suddenly the entire mountain was shaking. I think there was some type of cave-in, because a bunch of rocks started falling and I barely pulled you out of the way in time. You got hit in the head, obviously, and a really large boulder fell on your leg, but I was able to float that one off of you." Her voice was heavy with the same exhaustion he had seen on her face. She had probably overused her damn quirk again.
"Dammit," he said, processing what her words meant. "And if there's already such bad structural damage then using our quirks to try and move the rocks would just make things worse."
"Yeah. We should probably just wait for someone to come get us. I'm sure it won't be too long."
They were both silent for a few minutes which was unlike her. She was always talking about something, usually some dumb shit that he didn't care to listen to, but her just quietly sitting there in the dark while he was trying not to focus on how much pain he was in was oddly unsettling. He needed to do something, anything, to get her to keep talking to him, or he was gunna lose it.
The question tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop himself. "Are you fuckin' hurt or whatever?"
"Oh. Uh, I have a few small cuts and bruises, and I think I sprained my ankle, but I can still walk on it sort of, so nothing too bad. How's your leg?"
"How do you fuckin' think? It feels amazing! I'm doing great!" He growled through gritted teeth.
"Okay, well you don't have to be rude about it."
"Then don't be a fuckin' dumbass!" His irritation was only rising the more pain he was in, and she was asking stupid questions. Logically, he knew he could have responded more nicely, but he wasn't in the fucking mood.
They were sitting in silence again as the minutes passed by. Or maybe it was hours, he really wasn't sure. He was in so much pain that they could have been sitting there for days and he wouldn't know. Katsuki was usually down for sitting in silence; casual chatting was a waste of time. But just like before, her quiet now was eerily unsettling him. Maybe it was the concussion messing with his brain, but he was having a hard time dealing with the fact that Ms. Sunshine herself was anything but cheerful at that moment. It seemed like she was thinking hard about something, and he got the weird feeling that she wanted to talk but was holding back.
"If you have somethin' to say then just say it," he grumbled.
"Hm? Oh…" She shifted her position as she responded, "I'm just… thinking. About the training."
"We better not lose fuckin' points for this bullshit."
"Well, yeah, that. I don't think we will. Or at least I hope not. But that's not…" She paused for a few seconds before she said "You're much better at working together in a team than you used to be."
"Hah?! Don't say stupid shit, course I'm good at it! The fuck do you mean?"
"Well, last year you would have just charged in here on your own, exploding anything that got in your way," she said, her voice ringing through his ears; he was already missing the quiet again. Why did he have to go and open his big, stupid mouth? "But today you listened to our input, took our quirks and skills into account, you actually let me take the lead in rescuing, and you didn't explode even one thing. And you even encouraged Aoyama before! Don't try to deny it. You can really be a good team player when you want to be."
This was annoying. "Course I fuckin' can," he huffed. He could just end the conversation right now. He could easily just stop. But his brain was definitely damaged or something, because instead he kept fucking talking. "I always win. And if someone can make it easier for me to win then why shouldn't I use them to my advantage?"
She sighed in frustration. He knew he was being obstinate, but he didn't want to participate in this stupid conversation anymore. "You know, Bakugou, this is why people don't like you. Why can't you just admit that others have skills you don't have? Is it so bad to not be the best at every single thing?"
What the fuck was her damage? Why would he admit to that shit and show weakness like that? He was working with them, wasn't he? Going along with her stupid (but actually not so stupid) ideas. Getting trapped in this fucking cave and getting fucking hurt because Sparkle Fuck probably couldn't just fucking act like a hero for once in his goddamned life. He basically already admitted that her skills were good and necessary for this training, why did she need it fucking spelled out for her? And how dare she imply that he couldn't do something. It was annoying as hell. "Who fuckin' asked your opinion, Round Face? Piss off."
He could almost feel her crossing her arms through the darkness. "I have a name, you know."
He turned his head away, finally deciding that looking at her barely visible silhouette wasn't all that interesting anymore. "Yeah, and you also have a round fuckin' face. What the hell do you want me to do about it?"
"Nothing. Just… nothing." She sighed again. "You're welcome for the first aid." He could tell she was pissed.
"Whatever." He was pissed too.
He knew, deep down, that she was technically right. And she had only helped him since this whole rescue training had started. He had been trying to make a more conscious effort to… get along, or whatever. So why was he so pissed? Probably the pain. And his fucking brain damage.
For a second he almost considered saying thank you. But his brain wasn't that fucked up, so he didn't.
They passed the next few minutes in complete silence which was fine by him. He wouldn't get unsettled this time - he was done with stupid small talk.
The pain in his leg was starting to become actually unbearable when finally there was the sound of rock shifting towards their right. He quickly turned his head to see what it was and immediately regretted it when his thoughts started spinning again. If he wasn't careful he just might puke.
"Power Loader Sensei! Thank goodness," Uraraka said, and Katsuki could no longer hear any negativity in her voice. Man, she recovered quickly. Was her anger at him really that insignificant to her? She was probably only truly pissed when Deku was involved, he thought, remembering how serious she had been when that nerd had tried to run off and be a hero all on his own and those fucking extras had given him a hard time about coming back. He had honestly thought she was amazing at the time, her gutsiness and fury shining through the gloom, but he hadn't wasted too much brain power on it - his primary focus had been on rescuing Izuku. But now that was grating on his nerves too for some reason. The brain damage was really doing a number on him; his damn concussion couldn't clear up fast enough.
He felt her stand beside him and the slight wobble in her step reminded him that she said her ankle was sprained. There was no point in worrying about it, though, because that would be an easy fucking fix for Recovery Girl. Uraraka could definitely handle it.
"Hello, are you two hurt?" their teacher asked, shining a flashlight towards them and causing Katsuki's eyes to water. "We weren't sure exactly where the cave-in was so I had to be careful not to cause any more structural damage while searching. Sorry it took so long."
"About damn time," Katsuki muttered under his breath. The pounding in his head was only getting worse; he needed to get out of there ASAP.
"Bakugou, we haven't even been trapped for 30 minutes," Uraraka said matter-of-factly.
Huh. It had felt way longer. Maybe he really did have brain damage.
"And I'm mostly okay, Sensei, but Bakugou's pretty hurt. He has a concussion and a broken leg, and potentially other injuries I couldn't see in the dark. Thank you for finding us so quickly!" How was she always so damn positive? Why did he always get stuck with the damn sunshine kids? "Is Aoyama okay?"
"Yeah, he's fine. He was caught off guard by a second mock villain and his navel laser must have hit a sensitive area in the cliff, causing the cave-in. Good thing you two were far enough down that you didn't suffer any more serious injuries. And no need to thank me, Uraraka, we teachers are also to blame for you being trapped in the first place. Having realistic training grounds can pose many unforeseen dangers, unfortunately. Are you okay to walk out of here?"
"Yes, I think so, and I can use my quirk to float Bakugou," she said, leaning down towards him. "Is that okay?"
"I better not puke, Round Face." From his past experiences, the effects of her quirk weren't exactly pleasant, and in his current state of pain, dizziness, and nausea he wasn't looking forward to it. Plus, she always blew chunks herself from over-using it. But he knew it was the easiest way he was getting out of that stupid cave - like hell was he gunna let his teacher princess-carry him like some fucking weakling. "And don't fuckin' drop me. I already have brain damage from this stupid cave-in."
He wasn't sure in the still-dim lighting, but he thought he saw Uraraka roll her eyes. "I'm not gunna drop you," she said, breathing out a single laugh. "And you don't have brain damage. You're always so extra all of the time."
"The FUCK did you just say to me?!" Him? Extra? Like hell!
"Bakugou, please at least pretend to watch your language in front of your teachers," Power Loader said, an exasperated sigh escaping him.
"I'm sorry, Sensei, I think the pain is getting to him," Uraraka said.
"Understandable. Let's quickly get you two to Recovery Girl, then." Power Loader used his flashlight to illuminate the passageway he had created through the side of the mountain and gestured for them to go ahead of him.
"Tch," Katsuki scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest, too exhausted to argue any further. He felt Uraraka place five fingers against his bare arm and vaguely noticed that her finger pads felt softer than he thought they would. He had always imagined they were like large calluses, but they were actually more like a cat's paw pads. A small part of him had a strong desire to squish one of them, but that thought was weird as fuck and he wasn't a damn creep so he chose to ignore it.
Immediately as all five fingers touched him he began to float a few feet off the ground. He slowly moved through the air as she guided him along, supporting his head and leg.
A part of his brain registered that the pain in his leg decreased drastically with the reduced gravity. Or maybe he just imagined it. He couldn't tell.
Floating was weird. He felt his stomach turn a bit, but not nearly as much as it had earlier when he'd first regained consciousness. It actually wasn't too bad if he was honest with himself; he could probably get used to this feeling.
It was oddly… peaceful.