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He always considered himself exceptionally talented in achieving his goals. If he wanted something, he got it. He proved at every step that everything belonged to him, and if he had something, he didn't let it go, but there was something beyond his reach. Actually, someone...
"Don't be so modest, Deku!"
He slowly looked towards the three teenagers, laughing and excitedly telling each other how much they were looking forward to the upcoming high school dance. The prom was only one fucking week away! He frowned, glaring at the girl with shoulder-length brown hair and large, round hazel eyes. He pursed his lips tightly, twisting them in disgust, as he watched the girl smile happily at the shithead Deku before hanging onto his shoulder with a happy laugh. He growled furiously, getting up from his seat and quickly walking towards the trio. Then, without a word, he grabbed Izuku by the collar and dragged him along, ignoring the stupid questions about what was going on and if something had happened. Of course, something happened. A lot of shit had happened, and he was going to finally do something about it.
"Kacchan, wait!"
"Shut up, bastard!" He growled back.
"You're acting like you're in elementary school, so I guess I have the right to know what's going on, that you're suddenly treating me like a damn sack of potatoes!" Deku finally growled, trying to break free to no avail. "Damn it, Kacchan!"
Bakugo just growled louder, walking a little faster. He had to talk to someone, otherwise, he would explode and kill somebody! The only person he trusted the most at this moment was Izuku Midoriya aka Deku. He let go of his friend less than gently when they reached the back of the school and rubbed his hand over his face, muttering menacingly under his breath. What the hell does all this mean to him?! Why did it all have to be fucked up so suddenly?!
"Fuck!"
He punched the wall, accidentally activating his Quirk and making a small hole in the wall.
"Kacchan, what's going on?" A quiet voice behind him reminded him that he was not alone. "Do you need help...?"
"Tell your fucking girlfriend to stop whining in class, it's annoying as fuck!"
Izuku's face showed no emotion, as if he were slowly analyzing every word, syllable and letter that Katsuki said.
"I'm sorry?"
"Fuck, you don't understand how people speak to you in Japanese?!" He growled, rubbing his face with his hand. He was really trying not to snap at this idiot. "Stop sweet-talking to that fucking chubby face in the middle of the class, or I'll just slap you in the gum and you'll lose your teeth!"
He blinked once, twice and three times, and suddenly it dawned on him. He opened his mouth in shock, but then covered it with his hand, his face turning slightly red. He muttered something quietly into his hand.
"Louder, for fuck’s sake, I didn't understand anything, you bastard!"
"Uraraka isn't my girlfriend, Kacchan." He repeated it louder.
"And she just hangs on you like a fucking rag on a hanger." He snorted, clearly irritated.
"We are only friends." Izuku rubbed his forehead. "Since my girlfriend told her straight that she had no problem with showing more joy because, after all, we are just friends, Ochaco stopped having problems with holding back her joy."
"Yours what?"
"My girlfriend, Kacchan." He sighed heavily. "I've had a girlfriend for over a year, and it's not Ochaco."
Deku could honestly admit that in all the years he had known Kacchan, he had never seen such shock and dismay on his face. Kirishima would probably call it "Pikachu Face", and he would nod immediately. However, in Bakugo's eyes, Deku saw not only a slight shock at the new information but a strange note of relief, as if he wished Uraraka had no one. He frowned as he suddenly realized something and decided to simply share his thoughts. Big mistake.
"Kacchan, do you like Ochaco?"
The blonde's cheeks turned a slightly red tint, and the next moment, the green-haired boy got hit in the face with an explosion.
"Why the fuck would I like that pink chubby bun face, you fucking nerd?!"
He headed back to class just to grab his things. He glared furiously at the pink chubby bun face, which she hid behind the four-eyed robot with a quiet squeak. He growled with visibly anger and stormed out of the classroom. He didn't like that brown-haired pink dumpling at all! She had pissed him off since the first arena fight in his first school year. She was another stone on his path to victory. Her stupid laughter and squeals irritated him. He wanted to shut her up when she got excited about something. More than once, he had planned to murder Deku or the four-eyed robot while the chubby dumpling face was hanging on them. She looked like a walking Bun or Kirbi from that stupid game the Battery Boy loved so much. She pissed him off so much that it was poetry, and yet he couldn't stop looking at her, listening to her talk about something with excitement, wondering what she would do after school...
He stopped.
"Fuck..."
He hit the pole with his forehead once, twice, and three times and stayed there, trying to hide his red and terrified face from the world. He really liked Ochaco Uraraka, that damn pink dumpling face, the Chubby Bun Face, and he didn't know what to do with that fact. At best, he could simply ignore her and pretend that nothing had changed, but he was really pissed when he saw other guys hanging out with her. At that moment, he had an overwhelming desire to simply blow someone to pieces, all because of one stupid Pink Bun Face named Ochaco.
For the next two days, he tried to avoid Deku and the pink dumpling face, especially her. He couldn't quite understand why he would be interested in a girl who was everywhere, an energetic volcano spreading happiness around her, and that was enough for Bakugo to find her annoying, so why her? Couldn't he have a crush on someone who pisses him off less? Even the fucking Deku was a better and less annoying choice, but he was taken, and Bakugo didn't like boys.
Almost the entire day had passed, and he could congratulate himself on his good plan because he had perfectly avoided Deku and Pink Dumpling, completely ignoring their existence. He could finally focus on training and continue to ignore the stupid Round Face. Unfortunately, all efforts disappeared when Ponytail Girl was talking about hair after her heroism lesson and started to arrange Ochaco's hair into a cute bun. He growled as he found himself staring blankly at the Pink Bun Face again. Fuck, what the hell is wrong with him? He rubbed his face with his hand, muttering the worst things that came to mind.
At the end of class, he gathered his things without saying a word and left the classroom. He didn't feel like going hand in hand with Deku, and Shitty Hair and Pikachu were too annoying today. He needed to calm down and think about all the facts he had gathered in just three days.
Deku was an annoying amoeba.
Shit Head and Pikachu were planning to pick up some girls for the prom.
He really liked Pink Round Face, and there was nothing he could do about it.
He punched his fist in frustration directly at a nearby streetlamp with his Quirk activated, and the lamp bent slightly and blinked miserably. He heard a broken squeak. He looked behind him. Pink Dumpling was standing two meters behind him. He narrowed his eyes and removed his hand, which the girl watched carefully, as if analyzing every possible move. Their eyes met, she immediately looked away, and he growled dismissively and started walking towards the subway again.
Really, she was the only one he was missing today.
He walked towards the subway, enjoying the silence broken by the sound of her shoes. He didn't know if he was happy that she was following him or not. He gritted his teeth. He was starting to slowly lose it.
"Can you stop following me at least when I go home, Chubby Dumpling?!" He growled, glaring at the girl more menacingly than he wanted to.
Ochaco lowered her eyes in confusion and raised her arms, probably wanting to hide her head. He mentally slapped himself. He just shouted at the girl he had a crush on. Bravo, you fucking idiot. Here is Bakugo Katsuki's new guide book titled: "How to scare away your crush and look like a fucking troglodyte", part one, now on newsstands!
"That would be a bit difficult, considering that I'm going in this direction to the subway and I always follow you, like it or not..." She grumbled quietly.
He snorted, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly upward. Did she just talk back at him? He turned his back on her and moved forward, only to stand still a few steps away and look at the Pink Round Face still standing.
"Are you going, or do you need a special invitation?"
Ochaco looked up with wide eyes and obvious disbelief.
"What?"
"We're going in the same direction, so if you're going to follow me like a stupid shadow, you'd better be walking next to me." He replied, as if irritated or bored. "This way, you'll piss me off less."
She looked at him for a long moment but didn't move, so Bakugo resumed his interrupted walking. Uraraka suddenly ran up to him, a shy blush framing her face along with a little smile. A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips. Maybe the Pink Dumpling wasn't as hopeless as he thought?
The next few days passed relatively smoothly and without any major sensations. The school dance was fast approaching, but Bakugo still had no intention of going there because he considered it a complete waste of time and energy. The only thing that changed in his daily routine was Uraraka, who, since that fateful day when he let her walk next to him, suddenly started walking home from school with him. Sometimes she would talk nonsense, but he would stay silent or respond with a growl. He didn't know what made her start doing that, but she didn't bother him as much as he might have expected. He didn't even blame her for talking about things that were completely uninteresting to him, but obviously very important to her.
Two days before the school dance, however, everything disappeared. Uraraka didn't say a word to him, nor did she go with him to the subway station like any other day. Bakugo had such an irresistible impression that she actually avoided him like the plague. It pissed him off to think that his routine with the girl had been abruptly destroyed. Of course, he was well aware of how trivial it was, but he began to enjoy her company. But now he was abruptly deprived of it.
He was boiling with rage at himself, because who the fuck else would he blame this on?! His crush suddenly stopped talking to him and was avoiding him because he obviously fucked something up! The second volume of his guide book will definitely be titled "How to fuck up your chances with a girl and not even know it!" and it will be sold at the fucking fairs! He will make a fortune on his ineptness and his pathetic ass!
He didn't remember the exact way home, but he returned late, wandering around the city, not caring about the rain that suddenly enveloped him. He needed to think alone, and his mother and father, as typical old hag and old man, would start asking questions and making ideas, and it would end in a shouting fight involving him. He didn't have the will or strength to do it. He wanted fucking peace.
The next day, he didn't necessarily remember exactly.
Only snippets that he was damn stuffy and the old hag was grumbling something over his aching head.
His dad was doing something in the background, his mom was answering, and then he must have fallen asleep because suddenly he was completely alone in the apartment. It was dark, and someone rang the doorbell. He got out of bed, a wet rag falling from his forehead, which he ignored and dragged himself like a corpse to the door. He opened the lock and half-consciously looked straight into the surprised chocolate eyes.
"Oh, Bakugo! How good that you are here! I was afraid something happened because you didn't come to school, and you never skip class, and I thought I'd check on you, but I didn't know your address, so..."
He looked at her for a long moment, completely unaware of what she was saying. His head felt terribly heavy, and his eyes were closing on their own. He placed his head on her shoulder, and she squealed in surprise.
"B-Bakugo?"
He muttered.
"D-Did something happen?" She asked carefully.
He grunted again. She was cold, so pleasantly cold...
"You're so damn cold..." Did he say it or think it? He didn't even know. "It's nice..."
"Baku..."
Further words disappeared behind the curtain of blackness. He remembered her terrified scream, and then he must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he noticed when he opened his eyes again was the disgusting ceiling in the living room. He was lying on the couch, covered with a blanket, with a wet rag on his forehead. The kettle whistled. He looked to the side. Ochaco wandered around his kitchen, humming happily. He looked at her, wondering if this was some fucking dream or if she really was humming Within Temptation?
"The Fire Within?"
His voice was quiet and gruff, but she heard it anyway because she jumped, almost dropping the cups. She looked around abruptly. Their eyes met, but she immediately lowered her eyes, clearly embarrassed.
"Y-You fainted." She admitted it quietly, even though no one asked. "I made some tea!"
She quickly grabbed the two prepared mugs and placed them on the coffee table next to him. After a moment of hesitation, she walked around the table and touched Katsuki's forehead with her hand. Her face immediately brightened with obvious relief.
"The fever has gone down, that's good." She smiled warmly. "You were terribly hot and said all sorts of strange things, but don't worry! Nothing d-derogatory! I-I think..." She added more quietly.
"What did I say?"
Her face immediately turned the color of a ripe tomato. She quickly grabbed a red cup of tea and, not caring about how boiling hot it was, swallowed a few healthy sips. So he said something that was fucking derogatory and fucking offensive. He got up and sat down, rubbing his face with his hand. What should he call the third volume of his guidebook?
"Y-You said that I'm p-p-pre-pre...tty..." She uttered it quietly.
He looked at her with a neutral expression. The gears in his damn brain began to grind, and when he realized what Ochaco had said, he immediately threw a blast from his hands into his face just to hide his embarrassment and red face.
"Look, that was..." He cleared his throat, trying to gather his thoughts. "I had a fever, and you yourself said I was talking nonsense..."
"But, did you mean it?"
He raised his head abruptly, looking at her more menacingly than he wanted, making her flinch slightly and quickly look away.
Fucking hell, what an idiot you must be! Katsuki, fucking clean your ass! Play it cool, like a real man.
"For fuck’s sake!" He growled.
He grabbed the girl's face with one hand, lightly squeezing her cheeks, and kissed her on the lips. It was a quick, tactical kiss, so he could see her reaction perfectly. She stared with eyes as wide as plates, and her face, if possible, turned three successive shades of red.
"I've liked you so much since the first grade, but I only recently realized it, and it started to piss me off." He finally muttered, looking away. "You piss me off with your existence. You look like a fucking pink, chubby dumpling. You're talking such nonsense that it makes my ears bleed. More than once I wanted to punch Deku or Four-Eyes Robot in the face for hanging yourself on them, but still..." He swallowed hard. "I like you, I like your company, and I like that we're walking back to the station together. There you go, fuck, I said it, now you can fuck off and tell the school that a fucking explosive troglodyte has a crush on you."
He'll write a whole fucking saga of guiding books! This is going to be a fucking global bestseller, like fuck!
Uraraka got up from her seat, and he was sure she had left, but she suddenly appeared in front of him and hugged him with her arms and legs like some crazy monkey. Bakugo held his hands up, not quite knowing what to do in this case. Suddenly, the girl bit his arm.
"Fuck, what's that for, you fucking woman?!" He growled, pushing her away by her arms.
"I like you too..." She admitted it shyly.
"Then why the fuck did you bite me?" He looked at her with consternation. "Are you crazy or what?"
"Because when you get angry, you look like an angry Pomeranian." She laughed charmingly. "Aaaaand besides, I needed to mark my man." She grinned, showing her teeth.
He covered his eyes with his arm, and a stupid smile appeared on his lips.
"You're fucked up."
"But your's fucked up."
"That's the fucking way it's supposed to be." He looked at her menacingly. "If I find out you're hanging yourself again on that fucking Deku or Four-Eyed Robot, I'm going to murder someone."
"Me or them?"
"Of course they're gonna die!" He growled. "What the fuck is this about letting my woman hang on their arms?! I'll rip their hands off!"
"Oh, you're so romantic..." She muttered sarcastically.
"You should fucking know it." He snorted.
She giggled and nuzzled her face against his collarbone. They were silent for a long time until he finally decided that he had to bring up something, or it would blow his mind.
"Hey, Pink Dumpling?"
"Yes?"
"Will you go to the school dance with me?"
"I thought you'd never ask." She smiled brightly. "Of course, Kacchan!"
He stood up abruptly, and Uraraka had to quickly use her arms and legs to avoid falling.
"What? Where are you going?"
"I'm going to punch Deku in the face!" He growled.
"What?! Why?!"
"It's the fucking nerd's fault that you called me Kacchan!"
"Katsuki, no!"
"Katsuki, fucking yes!"