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“Hey, Ochako! Hey, Bakugou! I almost thought you wouldn’t come!” Pinky runs to them when she spots them getting in the restaurant.
“I’m sorry we’re late. There were some setbacks, but now we’re here!” she answers apologetically. If that isn’t a fucking understatement! Katsuki was already set on not coming, but she had insisted they both needed to be there to celebrate with Pinky at the farewell party she’s throwing since she’s going abroad to work for a new agency. He has already congratulated her and was in no mood to handle her euphoric state, but Katsuki knew Ochako would only get angrier at him for not showing up, which would lead to more fighting, and honestly he has had fucking enough for a day.
“Oh…” Pinky looks at her, then at him “Trouble in paradise?”
“What paradise?” Katsuki huffs and walks away from them, knowing very well Ochako is throwing daggers at him with her eyes. Tch, whatever, he only agreed to come, but never said he’d be nice. She’s already mad, so it makes no difference.
It was a dumb fight, they don’t have many of those when they barely see each other these days, but they ended up squeezing in some minutes to argue over a bowl she didn’t put in the dishwasher, which led to her stubbornly giving him the silent treament all the way from his apartment to the restaurant.
Turns out he’s getting madder as well, because now she acts like nothing’s happened! Ochako parades around the restaurant that Pinky closed exclusively for her friends, laughing and making small talk like she wasn’t fuming half an hour ago, she even asks him for back up in conversations with a sweet “isn’t that right, Katsuki?” like she actually cares for his input in anything, the fucking nerve she has!
Katsuki knows everybody would just want to meddle if she actually told them they just had a fight. Putting that aside in order to not ruin her friend’s night is the right thing to do and shit, but fuck, it’s infuriating how she can switch up her mood just like that. He also knows that Ochako only does that so easily because she’s pretty sure she won the damn argument and it’s now relishing in the fact she was right.
She could be, but that’s not the fucking point. The point is her audacity!
They don’t fight that much, and the more serious discussions like his workaholic tendencies and her penny-pinching ones usually end up with them trying to find some common ground, as for the dumb petty fights about small stuff that maybe could be hiding some bigger problems? They just end with some rough make up sex and never spoken of again. The problem is when they argue and have to go out somewhere right after. She doesn’t hold back at anything when they’re alone, gives him a piece of her mind every time, but as soon as they see someone they know somewhere public, she’s back to sweet and bubbly Ochako.
Pinky seems to have picked up on something, but she soon drops it when they start talking excitedly, it only makes it more frustrating that no one seems to notice the shift in her behavior, well, no one except her two best friends, Toad Face and fucking Izuku, of all people.
The nerd doesn’t say anything, but keeps throwing apologetic looks his way, as if he gets it, well, he definitely does. Ochako has been friends with him for so long, and though some people might refer to them as the sunshine duo, Katsuki knows Izuku and Ochako get into arguments too, she doesn’t spare Deku from his bullshit just as much as she doesn’t spare Katsuki, so yeah, the nerd knows what it’s like, and no, the blond doesn’t care.
He doubts Ochako and Toad Face ever fought with each other, the green haired girl doesn’t seem like the type to get fired up enough to discuss with anyone, much less her best friend, but she definitely knows Ochako can have a temper now and then, which doesn’t make her feel sympathetic at all.
“She’s really angry, ribbit. What did you do now?” she asks bluntly even before greeting him.
“The fuck? Why does it have to be something I did, huh? Can’t she be the one in the wrong?”
“Is she?”
“No.” he croaks “It’s just… she’s so messy sometimes, but I just… I overreacted because of a bowl.”
“A bowl, ribbit.” she echoes.
“Yeah, and so what? You’ve got a problem with that?” he gets defensive when she keeps staring at him without blinking. Fucking creep.
“I don’t. But if you do, you should just apologize, ribbit.”
“Tch, as if I don’t know that already. But she’s busy right now, she’ll be for the rest of the night. And… fuck, why is she like that?”
“She’s just trying to be a good friend for Mina-chan. You must be too if you came, ribbit.”
“Yeah, whatever, Toad Face. Why do you even care?”
“I just know this is not just about a bowl, ribbit. It’s about you wanting to live with her, isn’t it?”
“How the hell do you… did she say anything?”
“Nope, ribbit. I just figured you’re this angry because if you get this mad about a bowl, it will be hard to compromise some things if she actually agrees to live with you.”
Hitting the bullseye as always. Damn this Toad Face for knowing both of them so well.
“Tch, what fucking difference does it make? She already said no.”
“Well, and you’re not making a case to change her mind by acting like that.”
“What’s your deal, Toad Face?”
“What do you mean, ribbit?”
“You always can tell when she and I had a fight and you always pick her side, which I don’t care, by the way, she’s your friend and all. But then you come here and try to give me advice? What the fuck are you up to?”
“Oh, I don’t really always pick her side. I know Ochako-chan can be just as stubborn and prideful as you when she really sets her mind into it, which is why I’m trying to help you, because I don’t like it when she gets like this either. So you better fix this, ribbit. Otherwise…”
“Otherwise?”
“Well, doesn’t matter, you’ll die soon, anyway.”
“Very funny, Toad Face.” he grimaces as she shrugs and walks away.
“There you are!” then he hears her sweet melodic voice and can’t help but shiver a little. What the fuck? Why the hell is he getting all jumpy? It’s his girlfriend! She’s fucking weird when she’s angry, but it’s nothing Katsuki can’t handle. Maybe being around her friends will brighten her mood and she’ll forget all about it until the end of the night, who knows? “I was looking for you!”
“Why?” he narrows his eyes, suspicious “Still not done nagging me?”
“I think you’re the one who started nagging.” she pauses “Because of a bowl.”
“Look, the dishwasher was right there, you could’ve just put it there, I was just done with the sink, you didn’t even have to wash it.”
“It was just a bowl.” she hisses “I could’ve washed later. Younjust love to overreact over silly things.”
“And you are mes-” he takes a deep breath, knowing this will just be a reprise of the argument, with the shitty plus of the presence of an audience.
At least he manages to shut up right on time, just before Pinky tells everyone to gather around the tables since dinner is about to be served. Katsuki expects Ochako to join the alien freak or maybe even Izuku and Toad Face, but she stays by his side and actually sits next to him when Kirishima points to a seat for him. Tch, she must be worried about people wondering why they wouldn’t sit together, all about not driving attention away from Pinky’s farewell. It’s fair, but it’s still shitty, especially because it makes him think for a second that things are good and they’re not really fighting.
It definitely adds to this impression when he feels her hand on his knee under the table. Katsuki looks at her and frowns, but Ochako is too busy chatting with Ears, who’s sitting across from her. He decides not to think much of it, turning to Kirishima when he starts telling him about his last mission.
She squeezes his leg, going up his thigh, and Katsuki can’t help but fidget a little on his seat, feeling the pads of her fingers brush through the texture of his jeans, her thumb up so she won’t make him float.
Ochako still doesn’t look at him, and it’s like her hand is disconnected from her body, acting on its own as she keeps talking to other people while her hand travels up and up the inner of his thigh. What the hell is she onto now? If she weren’t pissed at him, he would think she’s feeling frisky and planning to tease him just to rile him up for when they leave, it’s happened before, Ochako is surprisingly bold when she really wants to, and she’s a fucking tease! He still remembers Pikachu’s birthday party a couple of months ago when she’s pulled him and whispered into his ear how much she was getting turned on, then she smiled coyly and let herself be pulled by Alien Freak to dance with her, not even looking back as she left an astonished Katsuki behind.
Now he knows for sure she’s not drunk, and most likely not turned on, though it seems that’s exactly what she’s trying to get him. Ochako brushes her hand quickly over his crotch, now definitely not touching his leg anymore.
“Oi, what the fuck are you up to?” he rasps, lowering his head and hiding it behind his arm resting on the table.
“Hm?” she turns to him and tilts her head.
“Don’t try to play dumb, Cheeks. You know… exactly what you’re doing.” Katsuki gulps when he feels her reaching for his belt.
“You called me Cheeks!” she snorts.
“So what?”
“Well, you never call me that when you’re angry at me.”
“I’m not…” she unbuckles his belt and has no problem unbuttoning his pants “I’m not angry.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m not.”
“You’re angry because of a bowl.”
“It’s not about the fucking bowl.”
She nods and looks away, as if contemplating his words carefully. Whatever conclusion she makes, Ochako doesn’t say it out loud, getting back to talking to Ears and making him jump once he feels her grabbing his dick through his underwear.
“Bakugou, you okay?” Kirishima seems to be the only one to notice, looking at him with attention. “You’re so red in the face, dude.”
“I’m fine.” he grabs a glass of water and chugs it while glaring at his girlfriend. Katsuki can’t keep frowning for long, because Ochako starts stroking him just the way he likes it, and he feels his hardening dick starting to throb under her very familiar touch.
What the fuck does she think she’s doing? All of their friends are here, the ones who are sitting closer to them can just crane their necks a little to see her hand doing some suspicious moves towards his lap. Has she gone crazy? Ochako keeps acting like he threw a big tantrum over a fucking bowl — he kinda did, but that doesn’t matter — but she’s not any better playing him like that, what is she trying to do? Does she enjoy seeing him squirm and grip the edge of the table without being able to just flip on her and touch her all over like he’d do if they were somewhere private? Is she trying to torture him? Because of the fucking bowl?
“If it’s not about the bowl, then what is it?” she suddenly asks him, still pressing his hard on through his underwear.
“Are you seriously trying to discuss this while…” he grunts and narrows his eyes at her. “Holy shit, Cheeks.”
It’s impossible to stay straight on his seat when she frees his dick just enough to hold it with four fingers.
“You’re really not angry…” she muses.
“I’m not, damnit.” he should, especially with what she’s doing right now, but all Katsuki can do is greet his teeth and try his best not to buckle his hips against her hand, his whole body getting feverish to his girlfriend’s touch “I’m just… frustrated.”
“Why?”
“Because… I hate when we have these fucking petty fights, especially about… mmmg, house chores and shit. You do things your way because you’re so used to living in that dump you live in.”
“It’s not a dump, don’t be rude!” she squeezes him, almost making him topple over the table.
“It is, and all I wanna do is get you out of there so you can live with me.” she pauses “Fuck, why did you stop?”
“I… I don’t think-” she resumes her pleasing, but a little slower now.
“Yeah, I know how you feel about that, you told me before, but fuck, I still wanna live with you. And I know you won’t as long as we have dumb fights like these.”
“Katsuki, that’s not why I won’t live with you. I’d love to, I just… have a contract with the landlord until the end of next year and I don’t want to pay the fine for leaving before it’s over.”
“What? That’s the reason?” he widens his eyes, suddenly forgetting her hand on his dick.
“Yeah, and… well, I don’t think my parents would be very pleased with me rooming with you when we’re not even engaged yet, I… I know they would understand if I talked to them, but still, they are from another generation and… you know.” she explains “Anyway, the biggest problem still is the contract. And no, you can’t pay the fine for me, sir.” Ochako tells him as soon as she sees him opening his mouth to suggest this.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“The contract thing is too embarrassing. And… I don’t want you thinking my parents have a problem with us being together. They like you, they just… are a little more traditional.”
“What do they think about you getting handsy like that in public? Or about getting handsy in general, huh?”
“They don’t know I… we’ve done it already. But if we live together, it will be pretty obvious.”
Katsuki could point out that it’s impossible her folks really think she’s not fucking her boyfriend when both of them live by themselves and are friggin’ adults, but then he gets it. They’ve been dating for over a year and a half, Katsuki has always felt he can tell her anything and the things he doesn’t feel like telling, she figures by herself just looking at him, it’s been like that even before they started dating. Ochako is very open about most stuff, but he knows she has a tendency of keeping some stuff to herself. If she didn’t tell him, it’s not because she doesn’t trust him or any shit like that, she really was trying to do what she thought was best for everyone, especially for him.
“Tch, it’s not like the old hag I have as a mother would ever be okay with me just shacking up with you and not giving you a fucking ring either.”
She blushes and looks away, but smiles softly, seeing that he’s acknowledged the problem and understands where she’s coming from.
“You really thought I don’t wanna live with you because you freaked out over a bowl?”
“I… I…” fuck, he feels like an idiot “In my defense, your frog friend said I should worry about this, and really, the dishwasher was literally right there, it wouldn’t have taken you nothing to just-” she quickens the pace on his dick and shuts him up “Aargh, fuck, why are you doing that, huh?”
“I just wanted to punish you a little, I guess.” she shrugs.
“This doesn’t feel like punishment.” he points out, closing his eyes and almost throwing his head back as he feels the climax getting closer.
“You’re right.” she withdraws her hand “Now it does.”
“What the f-”
“You're not the only one who gets to be petty over a bowl, Katsuki.” she tells him before getting up as Pinky announces she’s making a toast before food gets served.
Fuck. This. Round. Faced. Bitch.
He can’t wait for that stupid contract to be over, then he can propose to her and fuck her over what will be the counter of their kitchen. Yeah, he will teach her a lesson when time comes.