This one-shot is something I came up with in a bored moment trying to find inspiration for another fanfiction I am trying to finish. Is a Bakugou/Uraraka. Is fluff and cute. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Title: Explosive Confessions

The goddamn hors d'oeuvres were cold, the champagne lukewarm, and the forced smiles of my former classmates were as artificial as the plastic ferns decorating the buffet table. This reunion was a colossal waste of time, a pathetic attempt to recapture the glory days of UA High. I swirled the tasteless champagne in my glass, my scowl deepening as I scanned the room. Everyone looked older, softer, dulled by the mundane realities of adulthood. Even Deku, the damn nerd even surrounded by a gaggle of admirers, seemed to have lost some of his infuriatingly bright spark.

And then I saw her.

Ochako Uraraka.

She stood by the window as if she knew that the city lights were painting her in a soft, ethereal glow. Her hair was longer now and was pulled back in a loose bun, a few stray strands framing her face. Wearing a simple dress the color of a twilight sky, somehow managed to be both elegant and… undeniably cute. Damn it. Even after all these years, the sight of her still sent a jolt through my chest, a familiar mix of irritation and something else, something I'd stubbornly refused to acknowledge for far too long.

We hadn't talked much since graduation. Our paths diverged, our agencies on opposite sides of the city. We'd exchange nods at award ceremonies, and a few polite words at joint operations, but that was it. I'd kept my distance, a self-imposed exile fueled by a stubborn pride and a fear I wasn't ready to confront.

But tonight, seeing her like this, a wave of something fierce and undeniable crashed over me. It was time. Time to stop running, time to face the truth I'd been avoiding for years. For someone who despises cowards, I was for sure acting like one. But that ended tonight.

I downed the rest of my champagne in one gulp, the bubbles fizzing uncomfortably in my throat but still not strong enough but with nothing stronger in sight, it would have to do. I marched towards her, ignoring the curious glances from our classmates. She turned as I approached, her eyes widening slightly in surprise.

"Bakugou! I didn't see you there." Her smile was genuine, warm, and it hit me like a goddamn explosion, a detonation of emotions I'd kept tightly bottled up.

"Round Face," I grunted, shoving my hands in my pockets, a futile attempt to appear nonchalant. "You look… good."

She laughed, a light, airy sound that made my heart pound against my ribs. "Thanks. You too. Still rocking the spiky hair, I see."

"It's my signature look," I retorted, trying to maintain my usual gruff exterior. We stood there for a moment, a comfortable silence settling between us, punctuated only by the murmur of distant conversations and the soft strains of music from the speakers. Outside, a light rain began to fall, blurring the city lights into a kaleidoscope of colors.

"So," I said, clearing my throat, "how's the hero business treating you?"

She launched into a story about a recent rescue mission, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as she described the intricate details of the operation. I listened, captivated, not by the specifics of the mission, but by the way her hands moved as she spoke, the way her voice rose and fell with excitement, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about saving people. She was still the same Ochako I remembered, passionate and kind, with a strength and determination that belied her gentle nature.

When she finished, she looked at me expectantly. "And you? Still blowing things up?"

I smirked, a genuine smile breaking through my usual scowl. "What else would I be doing?"

We talked for what felt like hours, catching up on years of missed conversations, and years of unspoken feelings. We talked about our agencies, the challenges of being pro heroes, the ridiculous demands of the media, the funny quirks of our sidekicks. We talked about everything except the one thing that truly mattered, the unspoken truth that hung heavy in the air between us.

The room had emptied, the caterers packing up the remaining food, the music fading into silence. We were the only ones left, standing by the window, the rain now a steady downpour, drumming a rhythmic beat against the glass.

"I should probably go," Uraraka said, her voice soft, a hint of reluctance in her tone.

"Wait." The word came out harsher than I intended, a desperate plea disguised as a command. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside me, the years of pent-up emotions threatening to erupt. "There's something I need to tell you."

She looked at me, her brow furrowed in confusion, her eyes searching mine for answers.

"Look, Round Face," I began, my voice rough, the words catching in my throat, "I'm not good at this sappy shit, so just… bear with me."

I took a step closer, closing the distance between us, the air crackling with unspoken tension. I could smell the faint scent of her perfume, a sweet, floral fragrance that made my head spin, a scent that had haunted my dreams for years.

"I've been… thinking about you. A lot. For years." I ran a hand through my hair, a nervous gesture I hadn't made since I was a teenager, a gesture that betrayed the vulnerability I tried so hard to hide. "And I realized… I like you… like really like YOU, In I want to be with you kind of way"

The words hung in the air, heavy and raw, a confession whispered into the storm.

Uraraka's eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise, her breath catching in her throat. She didn't say anything, just stared at me, her expression unreadable, her silence a deafening roar in my ears.

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence, a desperate plea for an answer, for any sign of reciprocation. Had I misread everything? Was this a colossal mistake, a miscalculation that would shatter the fragile connection we had rebuilt?

"Bakugou…" she finally whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of the rain, a fragile thread of sound in the storm.

"I know, I know," I said, my voice laced with frustration, the words tumbling out in a rush, "It's probably the last thing you expected to hear from me. But it's true. I've always… admired you. Your strength, your kindness, your unwavering spirit. You make me want to be better."

I took another step closer, so close I could feel the warmth radiating from her body, the subtle rise and fall of her chest with each breath.

"And I know I haven't always been… easy to deal with. I've been an asshole, a jerk, a hot-headed idiot. But I'm trying, Round Face. I'm trying to be the kind of man you deserve."

She reached out, her fingers brushing against my arm, a touch so light it felt like a whisper, yet it sent a jolt of electricity through me, igniting a fire in my veins.

"Bakugou…" she repeated, her voice stronger now, filled with an emotion I couldn't quite decipher, a mix of surprise, tenderness, and something else, something that gave me hope.

"I know this is sudden," I continued, my voice a low rumble, a desperate plea for understanding, "but I can't keep it in anymore, Ochako, I don't want to be the coward who runs from his feelings anymore. And I know I want to be with you if you accept me."

She looked up at me, her eyes shining with unshed tears, tears that reflected the city lights like scattered diamonds. And then, she smiled.

It was a small smile, hesitant at first, like the first rays of dawn breaking through the darkness, but then it bloomed, lighting up her entire face, a radiant beacon of joy that banished the shadows from my heart. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

"You idiot," she said, her voice choked with emotion, a mixture of laughter and tears, "It took you long enough."

And then, she did something I never expected, something that made my heart soar. She leaned in and kissed me.

It wasn't a gentle kiss, a tentative exploration. It was a fierce, passionate kiss, a culmination of years of unspoken feelings, a volcanic eruption of desire and longing. Her lips were soft against mine, her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. I wrapped my arms around her waist, lost in the feel of her, the taste of her, the scent of her, the world fading away until there was only us.

When we finally broke apart, breathless and dizzy, I rested my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling in the space between us.

"So," I said, my voice husky with emotion, "does this mean…?"

She laughed, a bright, joyful sound that filled the empty room, a melody that chased away the shadows and filled the space with light.

"Yes, Bakugou," she said, her eyes sparkling with happiness, her voice filled with a warmth that melted the last vestiges of my fear. "It means yes."

And at that moment, standing in the rain-soaked room, with the city lights shimmering around us like a million fallen stars, I knew that everything had changed. The future, once a blurry, uncertain path, was now crystal clear, a path illuminated by her love. And it was filled with her.