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Fifteen
The Miracle—definitely not gory, horrifying, or messy—of Childbirth
The next day passed without incident. Ochako and Tsu spent most of the day completing paperwork. It was the part of hero work that nobody really wanted to do. It was so much easier and fun to focus on the actual hero part of being a hero…and far less enjoyable to contend with the boring but very necessary paperwork part of the job.
Ryukyu was fairly easy going in terms of the paperwork that she required her students to do. Uraraka had heard horror stories from some of the older students about how some work studies were essentially all paperwork. Pro-heroes using their students to do their paperwork for them or the tasks that they deemed unsavory.
While paperwork was a necessary part of the job, Ryukyu did seem to do her best to keep the amount that her students did to a minimum. Her philosophy was to focus more on the practical skills of being a hero than the finer details of proper paperwork.
Hado, Tsu, and Uraraka got out just a bit before seven o'clock that night and so managed to get back to their dorm just a little before eight o'clock. Upon arriving at the dorm Uraraka had been surprised to see that most of her peers appeared to be engaged in some kind of group study session.
Most everyone that wasn't still at their work studies was piled into the common room going over notes. Uraraka had been especially surprised to see that Bakugo was also present, his left arm still immobilized in a sling. Apparently in his forced rest and relaxation, he'd decided to take command of a group study session.
After Ochako had put her things away and gotten something to eat, she joined the group study effort. She'd taken a seat on one of the easy chairs that overlooked the dining table where most everyone was seated. Tsu had joined her shortly later, sliding in next to Ochako in the big easy chair.
"Can we go back to the female anatomy? Like I really don't remember where any of that stuff is. There's just so much of it!" Kaminari asked, clearly frustrated with quick pace that Bakugo had set.
"We went over that already moron! Keep up!" Bakugo snapped with an angry glare at poor Kaminari who immediately clammed up.
Jiro sat next to him and gave him an apologetic look then said softly, "Here, look at my notes, I've got them labeled right. That should help." Kaminari gave her a relieved expression and began feverishly copying her notes.
"While I agree that we've already covered the female anatomy, I think this makes a good opportunity to go over many of the contraception methods," Momo added as she glanced through her notes. She was seated on the opposite end of the table from Bakugo.
"Why? Birth control is a whole other thing, separate from anatomy," Mineta, who was on the other side of Kaminari, asked.
"What a stupid question, you idiot! You'll be tested on both and knowing the anatomy obviously helps you remember the type of contraception," Bakugo snapped with an irritable sigh. "For someone as interested in this crap as you are, you sure can't put two and two together."
"Oh haha," Mineta quipped and crossed his arms.
"I mean he's not wrong," Sero added with a side glance at Mineta.
"While I agree with Bakugo, I can't say that I'm eager to get too deep into contraception while also juggling a lot of anatomy," Mina interjected.
"Thank you!" Mineta said, beaming.
"I wasn't really trying to compliment you," Mina said with a wrinkled nose pointed at Mineta.
"Yaoyorozu and Bakugo make valid points! Moving onto contraception makes natural sense. I agree!" Ida said in agreement with Momo's earlier suggestion.
"Of course it's a valid point, four eyes," Bakugo said with a sneer.
Kirishima's voice suddenly cut in then and Uraraka turned her head toward the direction of the entryway and saw the spikey haired redhead making his way toward them.
"Hey guys! What are we up to? Where's the food?" He called.
"Shudup! We're studying idiot! Keep quiet unless you are going to contribute to the lesson!" Bakugo snapped with a fiery glare in his friend's direction.
"Whoa, settle down! Sorry Bakugo. Where's dinner?" He asked, trying to redirect the conversation to a less hostile topic.
"What?! You think any of us are your mom? Go make your own damn dinner!" Snarled the blonde petulantly.
"That was mean," Mina murmured softly with a sympathetic glance in Kirishima's direction.
Not missing a beat Bakugo snapped, "If you care so much why don't you go make him dinner then? Better yet, get lost and come back when you're ready to actually work!"
Mina's pink skin flushed a shade darker at Bakugo's chastising. Uraraka wasn't particularly surprised. She'd never really been on the receiving end of his anger—not counting the sports festival which had been all physical and not verbal—but she was sure that if she was ever subject to one of his verbal lashings, she'd blush the deepest shade of red or even cry.
"Hey man, leave Ashido alone. I was the one who asked, not her," Kirishima said in a rather protective way. Uraraka thought she detected more than just friendly concern in his voice. Her eyes darted curiously between the two, looking for something unseen.
"Just shudup already! I've only got so long to teach the morons in this room what our teachers failed to get across, so either can it and pull up a chair and start learning or fend for yourself!"
"Yeah, I'm gonna go get something to eat," Kirishima said, seemingly unbothered now.
For the next hour Bakugo relentlessly ran through everything they'd learned. He was the type of tutor you didn't want. He had no tolerance for anyone who failed to instantly grasp a concept and anyone who couldn't immediately memorize anatomy locations and functions was called out and humiliated. Uraraka wasn't sure it was the most effective study session but she certainly felt like she had a better understanding of the subject material. She wasn't entirely sure whether that was because of the material review or because of the fear of public humiliation if she got something wrong. Either way, she felt she had a better grasp of things!
After the impromptu study session wrapped up, Momo brought out an educational DVD that she'd been given by Recovery Girl that showed both a birth via c-section and vaginal delivery. Not everyone was keen on that, considering the potentially graphic nature of the material, but Momo had made a convincing argument in that they'd be shown this same video in class later on and at least this way they would have foreknowledge going into it. Not everyone chose to stay as Momo began firing up the TV and DVD player.
Jiro had moved to one of the other comfy chairs after the study session and remained there as Momo got things set up. While she'd chosen to stay, she had her headphones on and appeared to only be paying slight attention. Kaminari, who looked like he wanted to stay if Jiro did, ultimately left after taking on a sickly green pallor when the video had loaded to the menu and a tired looking woman was seen holding a gooey and bloodied screaming infant. Ida remained, stoic as ever. Mineta, of course, had remained, happily plopping himself down just behind Momo so as to be up front and center for the upcoming video. Sero, Tokoyami, and Ojiro had excused themselves the moment Momo had announced that the video covered birth. Brave Koda stood back near Ida, a blush in his cheeks, but otherwise unfazed.
Uraraka had moved from one of the easy chairs to the big couch with Tsu moving to her side. Mina had settled further up the couch with Kirishima smoothly taking a seat next to her. Uraraka wanted to examine that further but was both alarmed and surprised when Bakugo shoved his way in the space between she and Kirishima.
"Movie it or lose it, cheeks," he snapped as he settled into the cushions beside both Uraraka and Kirishima. Ochako immediately complied and practically slammed into Tsu as she made space for the foul tempered Bakugo.
"Oof!" Tsu grunted as Ochako bumped into her.
"Sorry," she mumbled, feeling very tense by being this close to Bakugo, of all people.
"Okay the video is ready! Everyone please try to be serious about this," Momo announced as she turned to face her fellow classmates. She moved to the comfy chair that Jiro was sitting in and squeezed in beside her.
The video started to play.
At first it was all sterile blue drapes and bright lights—it must've been the c-section first—and then a throng of people were visible moving around those large blue drapes and bright lights. Aside from what she assumed were the doctors and nurses, Ochako couldn't actually make out where the mother was until the camera panned out and a bright orange fleshy bulge, bare amidst the blue drapes, came into view. Before she could even grasp what that was—a pregnant belly—there was a swift flash of a blade across that bright orange bulge and then the shocking flow of crimson.
Uraraka watched in muted horror as the doctors widened the incision and then cut deeper into the fat and fascia and finally after some suctioning, the meaty redness of what she assumed was the uterus came into view. With precision, the doctor effortlessly sliced into the uterine muscle causing another large gush of fluid to spill forth, flooding the field. She wasn't certain but she thought she heard someone say, "AROM 0138, clear."
Shortly later and with more suctioning, the brutal procedure continued and the surgeon delicately inserted both hands into the incision and started to pull something out. Ochako, though she was a bit shocked by it all, guessed that the doctor was about to pull out a baby. There'd been so much blood and other fluids at this point that she'd essentially forgotten that she was watching a live birth. Miraculously though, something round and solid with dark hair on it was brought forth and Uraraka realized that that was a baby head. Moments later, a flimsy and mostly limp baby body was pulled out of the swollen belly, a dark pearlescent cord tethering the baby to the mother. Uraraka thought something was wrong until the doctor pulled out a little blue suction bulb and shoved it up the babies' nostrils and then into its mouth which apparently stimulated it enough that it suddenly let out a wet sounding cry.
The screaming baby was handed off to what Uraraka assumed was a nurse who then began drying it vigorously. The view then changed to behind the drapes and to the mother that had been invisible until this moment. She was smiling with little tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, asking how her baby was. The scene changed to mother and baby at a later time to show them happily together with some dialogue that Uraraka really didn't hear. She was too horrified by the scene she'd witnessed. There'd been so much blood and they'd just sliced into her guts like it was nothing and then savagely ripped out a baby! It looked brutal and barbaric!
She shot curious glances around the room and saw similar expressions of shock on her classmates. Poor Koda was white as a ghost and Ida next to him was stock still and clearly uncomfortable. Even Momo looked alarmed. Jiro next to her was one of the only ones who didn't look that bothered. With her headphones on she'd been largely distracted and apparently had missed most of the intense delivery.
Tsu looked a little green or so Ochako thought anyway. Mina was wrinkling her nose in disgust and Kirishima simply stared open mouthed at the screen. Ochako shot a curious glance at Bakugo and was shocked to see that his head was leaned back and he was clearly asleep. Of course he'd fall asleep during something like this, she thought to herself with an eye roll.
Perhaps most surprising of all was Mineta. The little lecher still sat in front of the TV, though he looked far less composed. Uraraka wondered if perhaps he'd been bothered by the amount of blood he'd just seen. Certainly, there were far less breasts and vaginas than he would've liked.
The scene then moved to a different room and focused on what was a very pregnant lady who was red faced and sweaty, her brow furrowed in pain. Clearly, she was about to have a baby the good old-fashioned way. So, this is the vaginal delivery…to think that all of our moms went through this or that scary c-section, Uraraka thought with a shudder.
"This better be worth it," Mineta murmured anxiously. Tsu's tongue abruptly shot out then wrapped itself around the minute boy to forcefully remove him from his seat. She expertly moved Mineta out and away from the TV, toward the stairs and then released him.
"Ick, ribbit, Mineta you can go to bed if you're going to perv out on this," Tsu chastised with a frown.
"Hey! That's not fair, I'm here to learn like everyone else!" Snapped Mineta though his voice lacked any real bite. There was a sickly sheen of sweat over his brow that made Uraraka think that he'd been nauseated by the surgical delivery. He started to move back to where he'd been previously seated when the scene on the TV changed.
The laboring woman was now half sitting half lying with her legs spread wide in stirrups, all her anatomy on clear display. The full-frontal view stopped Mineta dead in his tracks though not with excitement but rather alarm. Where there could've been delicate female anatomy glistening and pretty there was swollen and angry genitalia—it seemed the only word clinical enough to describe what they were seeing. All orifices were on display with harsh medical lighting and everything looked swollen and enraged.
Mineta did an about face and immediately left the room. Apparently, seeing the vagina swollen and angry and about the birth a child was just too much for him. Perhaps one day he'd be able to take it in with the awe it deserved, though today, was not that day.
Kirishima had gone white and Mina's normally pink skin also seemed to have taken on an unhealthy paleness. Koda and Ida had also left the room at some point. Even Jiro who still had her headphones on was looking at the TV screen with a face twisted with alarm. Momo looked mildly alarmed as well though she was perhaps the most stoic of the students watching the birth, aside from maybe Bakugo, who didn't really count since he was asleep.
The lady on the screen had started to push which was evident since the swollen genitalia started to reveal a sliver of something with dark hair during every push. Uraraka wasn't certain she wanted to watch much more so she closed her eyes.
She drowned out the sounds of the woman straining and grunting with effort on the TV and instead began sifting through her experiences over the last couple days. She remembered Deku's surprised and alarmed face when she'd opened her eyes to discover that she was in his bed and that at some point during the night she'd accidentally made him float. Ochako replayed the moment of him falling down and the dark fascinating energy of black whip shooting out to inadvertently latch onto his curtain rod and the loud crash that had followed. She fast forwarded through those memories and how she'd hid in his closet, embarrassed and terrified of being found out and to their stealthy trip to the stairs.
It was here that she slowed down her memories of the moment to a crawl. She could see the concern on Deku's face—concern for her and concern of getting caught.
"I guess I'll see you a little later," she had said to him and remembered feeling compelled to take his hand and squeezing it. His face had gotten so red and his eyes had been surprised when she'd done that. It had given her pause but then he'd responded with a soft, "yeah," and something in seeing his blush and knowing that she wouldn't be able to really talk to him for the next few days had gripped her heart with a vice grip and at that moment she wanted more.
Before she'd even realized what she was doing she'd leaned forward and closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his. She hadn't even been sure why she'd done it and she knew that it was risky and the second her lips had touched his she felt embarrassed and like she wanted to bail out…so she had. It had been so brief, painfully brief that the moment her lips separated from his she wished she'd lingered just a little bit longer. What would his lips have felt like against hers? What would they feel like if she'd run her tongue on the outline of his mouth? What would he taste like? What would his tongue feel like against her own? All those thoughts had filled her mind with such force that she'd found herself propelled up the stairs, taking them two and three at a time.
There was a powerful hunger behind those thoughts, a hunger that frightened her and had sent her scurrying away, for fear of acting on them if she'd lingered. The nature of those thoughts was unfamiliar to her since she'd never felt something like that before. It was completely foreign to her and that foreignness was scary. What had Deku felt? Had he felt any of the same things that she had felt or had he thought of any of the things she had? Did he want the kiss to linger? Or to kiss her again?
All those questions had been caught in her mind over the last few days like nightmares ensnared in a dreamcatcher. She wasn't entirely sure how much of this she could even talk about with Deku, but she knew that she'd have to talk about at least some of it. What if she was the only one who thought these things? What if Deku didn't want more? What if he regretted the kiss?
No, I don't think he'd say he was really looking forward to seeing me if he regretted it, she reassured herself. But you don't know for certain, a nagging little voice whispered to her.
The sounds of the laboring woman on the TV were far away now and slowly as Ochako played over the events of the last few days her eyes grew heavy. Without even realizing it, she drifted off into a sleep that was filled with questions and uncertainty and with a grunting that eventually turned into a loud and piercing squall of an infant.
Sometime later, she wasn't sure how much time, her eyes fluttered open and she became aware of a dull ache in her neck. The lights were dimmer than they had been when she'd last been awake. The TV was off and everyone was gone except for Jiro who sat across from her, headphones on and jotting down notes or something in a notebook.
She slowly became aware of a heaviness on her right shoulder and started to turn her head in that direction. Her neck screamed at her in response and she stopped and shut her eyes. Apparently, she fell asleep like Bakugo had with her neck fully extended and at some point, had slouched to her left. She briefly wondered if she had been leaned against Tsu, though Tsu was nowhere to be seen now.
Slowly she opened her eyes again and cautiously began to turn her head toward the weight on her right shoulder. Carefully craning her head in that direction, she had to refrain from physically recoiling and audibly gasping when she saw what was causing the heaviness.
Bakugo's head was slouched against her shoulder where he appeared to be sleeping, comfortably. When had that happened? Last she remembered he'd been asleep with his head leaned back against the couch. When had he slouched onto her? She briefly remembered Deku's words about keeping a watch on Bakugo and felt a blush in her cheeks. She was certain that this wasn't what Deku had been suggesting! She also highly doubted that if Bakugo woke and discovered this position, he'd be pleased about it. He'd probably erupt into fire!
"He started leaning on you about an hour ago. Your head was leaned against his for a little while too. It was actually cute. He's not bad to look at when he's sleeping and not plotting murder," came the soft voice of Jiro from across the room.
Ochako had to resist the urge to whip her head violently in Jiro's direction. Sudden movements weren't a good idea in her current situation.
"Where did everyone go? What time is it? Why didn't someone wake me up?" Uraraka asked in a hoarse whisper, terrified that her speaking would wake the sleeping bomb next to her.
"That video ended about two hours ago and everybody started to filter out after that. Tsu stayed the longest but she got tired and finally went to bed. Given that you were both comfortably sleeping nobody woke you," Jiro explained with a smirk.
Uraraka felt like her skin was burning hot and the added heat of the explosive blonde next to her wasn't helping. She felt like she was beginning to sweat buckets and if her panicked breathing didn't disturb the currently inert Bakugo, her excessive sweating certainly would!
"What time is it?" Uraraka hissed, still feeling like her voice was far too loud. Beside her Bakugo stirred just a little, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and shoulder. Uraraka felt like she could scream. Why is he nuzzling in?! She thought in a panic.
Jiro couldn't help but give a merciless smirk. Apparently, the situation was quite funny to her. "It's just about midnight."
"This isn't funny!" Uraraka said in a whisper whilst also trying to sound as firm as possible. "If he wakes up he's going to kill me and you!"
"As if, no, he'll probably just kill you," Jiro countered with a sly smile.
The soft exhale of Bakugo's breath into her neck was giving Uraraka a mixture of goose flesh tingles and making her stomach leap into her throat in fear. It was a most unpleasant combination of feelings. She shot a panicked glance in his direction to see him comfortably nuzzled into her neck, just peacefully sleeping, oblivious to the incredibly undesirable situation he'd inadvertently created.
"You have to help me," she paused uncertain what to say, "help me, uh, ah, get him off me without waking him!"
Jiro was silent which made Uraraka's pulse shoot well into the triple digits. She's going to help right? Why wouldn't she help? She has to help, right? Right!?
"Okay, but we move really slowly and if he starts to wake up, I'm jetting," Jiro agreed reluctantly and silently stood up. Her knee's cracked as she got up and Uraraka briefly felt horrified that the sound would be enough to wake the sleeping bear, but thankfully, he didn't stir.
"What, how, er, what should we do?" Uraraka asked desperately. How could she extricate herself from him without actually waking him?
Jiro's eyes suddenly widened and she whispered, "Use your quirk! Make him weightless!" It was a brilliant idea and possibly the only idea that would allow her to seamlessly separate herself from him.
Very slowly, Ochako raised her left hand—the other one was somewhat trapped under Bakugo's weight—and extended just her index finger. Moving with quiet purpose, she very gently placed just that one finger on his left hand that protruded out of his sling. There was a faint glow of pink as her quirk activated and then very slowly Bakugo started to lift up and away from her. She breathed out a huge sigh of relief as the weight on her right shoulder abated. He floated just a little ways off the couch, no longer making contact with Ochako.
Uraraka let out huge sigh of relief. That had been close. She looked toward Jiro who had determined that she was no longer needed, now gathering up her things and clearly preparing to head up to her room. Uraraka slowly rose off the couch and away from the now weightless Bakugo. He continued to gain height which she found mildly concerning. When should she release him?
"Hey, Jiro," Uraraka hissed in a whisper to the swiftly retreating Jiro.
Jiro halted and reluctantly turned back toward her classmate. "What?"
"I need to release him, I can't just leave him floating all night," she said in a whisper with a nervous glance at the slumbering blonde.
Jiro gave a shrug of the shoulders. "Line him up with the couch and when you get up to your room then release him."
That seems a bit cruel, Uraraka thought to herself as she looked toward the surprisingly innocent looking Bakugo. He really didn't look nearly as terrifying when he slept. She also remembered Deku asking her to keep a watch on Bakugo. While she didn't think Deku would want her to continue to be his pillow, she also didn't think that Deku would want her to just leave him in the general vicinity of the couch and release him in the safety of her room, hoping that he landed on the couch. No, if it were Deku, he'd make sure that Bakugo got back to his room safe and sound, she thought to herself with a sigh. Well, that did it. Now she had to get him back to his room.
"No…we have to get him up to his room. Will you help me?" Uraraka asked quietly.
Jiro looked at her with wide, incredulous eyes. Clearly, she wasn't on the same page as Uraraka.
"Are you crazy? We can't get him up to his room, that's all the way on four and he'll for sure wake up and then he will explode both of us!" She protested, louder than Uraraka liked.
Uraraka shot another nervous glance at the weightless Bakugo. He remained sleeping. For now. She struggled to come up with a plan that would make Jiro feel comfortable enough to help her. Her eyes roamed over the room searching for anything that would be able to assist her in transporting Bakugo up three flights of stairs and into his room. They'd have to move slow, that much was certain but they couldn't exactly lay hands on him constantly to steer him. That would certainly wake him up. Uraraka looked from Jiro to Bakugo nervously and absently took in the strap of the sling and his left arm cradled against his body. An idea suddenly struck her.
"I've got it! You run one of her earlobes through the strap of his sling—you won't be touching him but you can remotely pull him with your ear and I'll try to keep him from bumping into anything and make the sling weightless too so that it doesn't touch him so he won't feel you tugging on it!" Once the words left her mouth though, Ochako realized that it wasn't actually a very good plan. It required Jiro to use her earlobes like Tsu would use her tongue and making the sling weightless may or may not decrease the likelihood that Bakugo would feel Jiro tugging on it.
"That sounds like a terrible idea," Jiro said flatly.
"Well, I don't have a better one!" Uraraka said desperately. What would Deku do?
"We could just do what I suggested," Jiro added slyly.
"No, we aren't doing that!" Uraraka protested with a frown.
Sighing, Jiro reluctantly nodded. "Alright fine, but I'm making some modifications. First, we put my headphones on him—"
"He'll wake up!" Uraraka argued.
"If he wakes up with just my headphones than it's more likely that the first bump would wake him. At least if he has the headphones on, he won't be able to hear us when we talk, run into someone else—better hope that doesn't happen—or if we make any louder noises. You also have to make me weightless that way I'll float too—making the transport less clunky— I'll control his direction with my earlobes, and you steer me," Jiro suggested. Uraraka wasn't sure if Jiro's suggestions were better or worse but she didn't have much else to go on.
"Okay," she said nodding.
Very slowly, both girls moved to the slumbering blonde and very carefully slipped Jiro's headphones onto his head. Uraraka tried to make as little contact as possible with Bakugo but couldn't help brushing against his hair which she found to be surprisingly soft. She'd always assumed he'd put hair gel in it for it to get its spikey appearance but now seriously wondered if Bakugo's fiery temperament somehow permeated into his hair's spikey look.
Somehow, they managed to get the headphones on without him waking or even flinching. Breathing a sigh of relief, Uraraka cautiously touched the strap on the sling and watched as that soft pink flow blossomed at her touch. The strap just barely raised off of the sleeping boy. A moment later, Jiro elongated and wound one of her earlobes in and around the sling's strap. She gave Uraraka a thumbs up. Uraraka gently touched Jiro's exposed arm and watched as her friend slowly began rise into the air.
Uraraka was beginning to get the first twinges of nausea. She had gone to great lengths to push her quirks limits, but keeping bigger objects weightless for prolonged periods of times while trying to steer said objects was difficult to do sometimes, especially when she was tired.
Moving to the side of the now weightless Jiro, Uraraka gently grabbed her arm and began slowly steering both she and Bakugo toward the stairwell. It was a slow process that was difficult since Bakugo had risen quite a bit higher than the now weightless Jiro. Thankfully the weightless sling that was entwined with Jiro's earlobe didn't seem to be pulling too aggressively on Bakugo.
Ochako managed to get them into the stairwell and slowly made it up the stairs to the second floor. The slow speed that she was going and the concentration she had on both Bakugo and Jiro was continuing to make her stomach churn.
Somehow, she made it through the second stories stairwell and onto the third floor. Jiro was trying to keep Bakugo on a relatively short leash and thanks to Uraraka's glacial pace, she'd been able to keep him close, but as they crossed into the third floors stairwell and up toward the fourth floor, the gap started to grow. Uraraka could see the earlobe starting to pull with more force on the sling which concerned her for Bakugo's arm and any strain it might cause and for fear that it would make him wake. Bakugo had also slowly been gaining height which Ochako found more and more worrisome. The higher up he got the more force they'd have to use to tug him closer to his bed which meant possibly waking him but leaving him up high meant a higher fall which could hurt him.
Her stomach churning with the sustained effort, Uraraka steered both Jiro and Bakugo out of the stairwell and into the dormitory hall. Thankfully there was a lot more room to work with, much less of an enclosed space, so she could steer a bit more recklessly.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see Jiro's earlobe beginning to pull tight. Jiro was aware of it too and tried to help by further elongating it. That released enough of the pull on the strap for Ochako to maneuver the group down the hall and finally to the boy's side of the hall. She practically let out a cry of frustration when she realized that Bakugo's room was all the way at the end.
Just a little b it further. Come on. A little further! Plus ultra!
Finally, she was at the door to Bakugo's room. She practically clawed at the door handle which somehow made far more noise than it should—she was grateful Jiro had suggested the headphones—when finally the door gave way and swung open to darkness. Ochako steered the group into the darkened room with one hand while the other grappled for a light switch but Jiro hissed at her.
"No! He might wake with the bright light!" She whispered.
Great, thought Uraraka desperately as she continued to steer the awkward group further into Bakugo's room. She half stumbled over something—clothes, a skateboard maybe? She honestly wasn't sure. Uraraka was beginning to lose her balance thanks to whatever was haphazardly tossed on Bakugo's floor, not to mention her nausea was continuing to grow. She could make out the shape of Bakugo's bed in the dark and shuffled her way in that direction.
"I'm going to pull you down. Make sure there's enough slack on your earlobe so he doesn't float away as I pull you down. Once you're down let him go and I'll try to move him closer to the bed," Uraraka advised. Jiro elongated her earlobe further as Uraraka tugged Jiro farther down toward the ground.
Holding onto Jiro with one hand, she very carefully gripped the edge of Bakugo's shirt with the index finger and thumb of her other hand and just barely tugged the sleeping boy downward. He'd gained quite a bit of height so she had to apply a bit more force than she wanted but eventually, with a lot of gentle but insistent tugging, she got him so that he was only about half a foot above his bed.
Looking at Jiro, who nodded, she swiftly let go of both Jiro and Bakugo and pressed her fingers together. "Release."
Bakugo landed in his bed without any issue. Aside from a soft sleep grunt he didn't show any sign of waking. Jiro's landing however, wasn't so smooth. In the dark, both Uraraka and Jiro had underestimated her height and hadn't realized that she actually had quite a bit of space between her and the floor.
As a result, when Jiro's weighted state was returned, she had a longer way to fall and let out a quiet yelp, swung her arms wide to try to catch herself and accidentally clubbed Uraraka in the eye.
"Oof!" Uraraka grunted and turned away from the falling Jiro only to get caught up in whatever debris she'd originally tripped on.
The next moments played out like a slow-motion movie. She felt her legs tangle in whatever clutter was on Bakugo's floor and felt herself fall backward toward the ground; her bashed eye blurry from the accidental bop to the face from Jiro. While Uraraka careened toward the floor she watched Jiro seemingly in slow motion fall to the ground and roughly land on her posterior before rocking backward to bump her head.
Just as Uraraka's body and head were about to knock into the floor she saw Jiro's head hit, her eyes closed tight after impact. She felt her own hands grasping wildly for purchase, touched something firm and leather that had a buckle, a belt she surmised—perhaps even the offending item that had caused her to fall in the first place—there was the softest of pink glows in the otherwise dark room and then the back of her head smacked into the floor and it was lights out.